<?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-7237132670219933890</id><updated>2011-10-19T10:14:53.056-04:00</updated><category term='2010'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='Round Up'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='photography'/><category term='2011'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kelley Q</title><subtitle type='html'>musings of a girl who has too many interests</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4984281380357200444</id><published>2011-05-03T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:16:22.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransisco</title><content type='html'>In the past two weeks I have been on 5 airplanes and visited or touched down in 4 states! Phew. I'm kind of glad I'm back in NY &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I had an excellent time in California and Kentucky (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in Palo Alto but I ventured around with my friend Katie to Sausalito, San Fransisco, and Temecula. We did some touristy things like the Golden Gate Bridge and some fun things like a San Fransisco Giants game! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California was both very differennt than I had expected and also right on track with some ideas I had. It is the laid back style that I assumed it was (at least in Northern Cali where I was) and had some gorgeously breathtaking landscapes that I had always seen in pictures. It was not however the sun drenched beachville I thought it might be (I'm going to have to head down to the LA area for that next time). I was most surprised and interested by the super health conscious lifestyle that almost everyone seemed to lead. Bikes ruled the road and there were delicious organic restaurants all over the place. Although I don't think I could live on that coast for long, the health minded people are very much my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zs4CAW5zkBE/TcBuTah5dWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A_TNnQnjofY/s1600/Cali_171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zs4CAW5zkBE/TcBuTah5dWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A_TNnQnjofY/s400/Cali_171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602599216266966370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgVUXpjQeR8/TcBuTGi8sPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1hQgu8sThzU/s1600/Cali_138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgVUXpjQeR8/TcBuTGi8sPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1hQgu8sThzU/s400/Cali_138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602599210902663410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbdv5bo4V2Y/TcBuSywV5BI/AAAAAAAAAps/nsYhvaG6EVs/s1600/Cali_124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbdv5bo4V2Y/TcBuSywV5BI/AAAAAAAAAps/nsYhvaG6EVs/s400/Cali_124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602599205590131730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California was beautiful and I'm glad I made the trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4984281380357200444?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4984281380357200444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/05/san-fransisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4984281380357200444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4984281380357200444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/05/san-fransisco.html' title='San Fransisco'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zs4CAW5zkBE/TcBuTah5dWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A_TNnQnjofY/s72-c/Cali_171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-831289313189031381</id><published>2011-04-22T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:30:02.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrangea Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIcavyTN7X8/Ta3_BCnwl9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FB27ubGeBBc/s1600/6a00e551040fb788340147e365b71c970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIcavyTN7X8/Ta3_BCnwl9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FB27ubGeBBc/s400/6a00e551040fb788340147e365b71c970b-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597410305239979986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenepting.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, I would make you this &lt;a href="http://iammommy.typepad.com/i_am_baker/2011/03/hydrangea-cake-tutorial.html"&gt;hydrangea cake&lt;/a&gt; for your wedding if I thought for a minute I actually could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://iammommy.typepad.com/i_am_baker/"&gt;i am baker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-831289313189031381?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/831289313189031381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/hydrangea-cake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/831289313189031381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/831289313189031381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/hydrangea-cake.html' title='Hydrangea Cake'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIcavyTN7X8/Ta3_BCnwl9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FB27ubGeBBc/s72-c/6a00e551040fb788340147e365b71c970b-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3670096740284425736</id><published>2011-04-21T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:26:00.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IA-ietRIx5k/Ta3T6lpzegI/AAAAAAAAApA/RBBgKRByw0w/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IA-ietRIx5k/Ta3T6lpzegI/AAAAAAAAApA/RBBgKRByw0w/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597362915384719874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, I am heading to San Fransisco on today. A little sight seeing, relaxing and hopefully some sun will greet me when I get there. The next two weeks are chock full of airplanes and I'm pretty excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3670096740284425736?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3670096740284425736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/sfo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3670096740284425736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3670096740284425736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/sfo.html' title='SFO'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IA-ietRIx5k/Ta3T6lpzegI/AAAAAAAAApA/RBBgKRByw0w/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-9019742448835748131</id><published>2011-04-20T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:39:00.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliff Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5phxd4-pCPM/Ta3W_w7elEI/AAAAAAAAApI/eSqFNEcXVKw/s1600/p41415z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5phxd4-pCPM/Ta3W_w7elEI/AAAAAAAAApI/eSqFNEcXVKw/s400/p41415z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597366302845867074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clifbar.com/food/products_clif_bar/"&gt;Cliff Bars&lt;/a&gt; are where its at. I eat one about an hour before I run or workout and I'm ready to go. They are super natural and also have a ton of protein and fiber aka energy. For a girl like me, who needs to snack and eat every few hours in order to function in this world, Cliff Bars are my new best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-9019742448835748131?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/9019742448835748131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/cliff-bars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/9019742448835748131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/9019742448835748131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/cliff-bars.html' title='Cliff Bars'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5phxd4-pCPM/Ta3W_w7elEI/AAAAAAAAApI/eSqFNEcXVKw/s72-c/p41415z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2182905521380409502</id><published>2011-04-19T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:29:00.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a4QQ7HYYdWw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2182905521380409502?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2182905521380409502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/water.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2182905521380409502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2182905521380409502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/water.html' title='The Water'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a4QQ7HYYdWw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-360779449024232494</id><published>2011-04-18T10:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:53:00.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereomood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIVTQRNbiPk/Tat9rcEVd5I/AAAAAAAAAow/ncuDWo5GOSM/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIVTQRNbiPk/Tat9rcEVd5I/AAAAAAAAAow/ncuDWo5GOSM/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596705147160197010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick screen shot of an awesome website '&lt;a href="http://www.stereomood.com/"&gt;Stereomood&lt;/a&gt;' which basically lets you plug in how you are feeling and a playlist is generated according to your mood. Currently, I am studying about neural synapses and muscle tissue aka the 'feel like crying' playlist is blasting. Check it out, no matter your mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-360779449024232494?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/360779449024232494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/stereomood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/360779449024232494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/360779449024232494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/stereomood.html' title='Stereomood'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIVTQRNbiPk/Tat9rcEVd5I/AAAAAAAAAow/ncuDWo5GOSM/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5830192831084738664</id><published>2011-04-17T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:28:00.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>City Parks Foundation Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt7DWc3FEXc/TauBJ0vAtlI/AAAAAAAAAo4/aP9P2zChgFU/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt7DWc3FEXc/TauBJ0vAtlI/AAAAAAAAAo4/aP9P2zChgFU/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596708967712601682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran 4 miles with Jen and about 4,000 other people. We are runners now, offically. More evidence seen &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/feastoflove/sets/72157626516432852/with/5627729306/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5830192831084738664?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5830192831084738664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/city-parks-foundation-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5830192831084738664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5830192831084738664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/city-parks-foundation-run.html' title='City Parks Foundation Run'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt7DWc3FEXc/TauBJ0vAtlI/AAAAAAAAAo4/aP9P2zChgFU/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2381640363754269348</id><published>2011-04-16T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:45:35.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truong</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cvO9RWrg-iE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Truong is in the Peace Corps, serving in Indonesia, he is teaching his class english and using music as a tool! This beautiful rendition of Not With Me, originally performed by an Indonesian pop sensation Bondan Prakoso, is really sweet. I submitted it to the &lt;a href="http://coversongarchive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cover Song Archive&lt;/a&gt;, my latest obsession, because I wanted to share! Thanks Truong for all your hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2381640363754269348?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2381640363754269348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/truong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2381640363754269348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2381640363754269348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/truong.html' title='Truong'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cvO9RWrg-iE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-926801445743563209</id><published>2011-04-12T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:59:57.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFdwOpSVENU/TaRaloIkGtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PEur1Wx7IeU/s1600/4461675481_049f96691f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFdwOpSVENU/TaRaloIkGtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PEur1Wx7IeU/s400/4461675481_049f96691f_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594696239575997138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making these lemon crumb squares for my beautiful friend Becky! Tomorrow is her birthday and she deserves a treat.&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/03/creamy-lemon-crumb-squares/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-926801445743563209?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/926801445743563209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-treats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/926801445743563209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/926801445743563209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-treats.html' title='Birthday Treats'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFdwOpSVENU/TaRaloIkGtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PEur1Wx7IeU/s72-c/4461675481_049f96691f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2770074753830992029</id><published>2011-04-11T21:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:54:16.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21870705" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21870705"&gt;My New Roots - How to Cook Quinoa&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6584061"&gt;My New Roots&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty food blog and love this video. &lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://mynewroots.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-roots-cooking-show.html"&gt;my new roots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2770074753830992029?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2770074753830992029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2770074753830992029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2770074753830992029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-roots.html' title='My New Roots'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-9174378412601418234</id><published>2011-04-03T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:13:15.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfwFpWuFixQ/TZkNAVgZdvI/AAAAAAAAAog/Bjbkfi5XeIg/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfwFpWuFixQ/TZkNAVgZdvI/AAAAAAAAAog/Bjbkfi5XeIg/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591514711781373682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSNc8n2oU48/TZkM_qPshcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kIpTX65t9MU/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSNc8n2oU48/TZkM_qPshcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kIpTX65t9MU/s400/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591514700168594882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y158gNlxQVo/TZkM-2_24KI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/E_oBCVzUA0E/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y158gNlxQVo/TZkM-2_24KI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/E_oBCVzUA0E/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591514686411956386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sb6EWEkfrpg/TZkM-OLsfcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6yZ5AVOhAY8/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sb6EWEkfrpg/TZkM-OLsfcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6yZ5AVOhAY8/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591514675455753666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-9174378412601418234?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/9174378412601418234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/9174378412601418234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/9174378412601418234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfwFpWuFixQ/TZkNAVgZdvI/AAAAAAAAAog/Bjbkfi5XeIg/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3447985153232062929</id><published>2011-03-31T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:38:18.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YkDsVVmAZHo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget where I originally heard this song--some movie, it might have been animated. Either way, I love this song and this version appeared in a movie I was watching the other day called 'The Boys Are Back' which is actually a really beautiful film! Listen and then check the movie out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3447985153232062929?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3447985153232062929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-belong-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3447985153232062929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3447985153232062929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-belong-to-me.html' title='You Belong To Me'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YkDsVVmAZHo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1125130696020581512</id><published>2011-03-30T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:00:10.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>james1hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="267" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=2349087cb8&amp;photo_id=5229424028"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=2349087cb8&amp;photo_id=5229424028" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is creative and o' so handsome. Who thinks of things like this? James, thats who! &lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jamesturnley/"&gt;james1hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1125130696020581512?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1125130696020581512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/james1hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1125130696020581512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1125130696020581512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/james1hour.html' title='james1hour'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7559259832656592242</id><published>2011-03-29T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:08:00.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Wafles'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Csi6PdaMWbQ/TZElHmJ0SPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/c2xLZ2-3as8/s1600/WAF10-05.0_WebMenu_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Csi6PdaMWbQ/TZElHmJ0SPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/c2xLZ2-3as8/s400/WAF10-05.0_WebMenu_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589289424974530802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't miss the second 'f'. These are WAFLES and DINGES. Look it up. They are sweet and crispy and definitely not for those on a diet. This food truck roams around the city--catch it if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.wafelsanddinges.com/menu.html"&gt;wafels and dinges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7559259832656592242?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7559259832656592242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/wafles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7559259832656592242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7559259832656592242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/wafles.html' title='&apos;Wafles&apos;'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Csi6PdaMWbQ/TZElHmJ0SPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/c2xLZ2-3as8/s72-c/WAF10-05.0_WebMenu_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7695569666770758654</id><published>2011-03-28T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:40:12.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.annarobinweddings.com/weddings/107-roanne-+-johnny--new-york"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0_VHk1zkIw/TY_TYauyFUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/M2797iHZHaU/s1600/471__h590-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0_VHk1zkIw/TY_TYauyFUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/M2797iHZHaU/s400/471__h590-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588918079035938114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the blogs I read feature amazing weddings from time to time but this venue and wedding literally made my jaw drop. It probably cost a million dollars to have a wedding in this barn, would it be too early to start saving now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via&lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-smoochy-weekend.html"&gt; A CUP OF JO&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.oncewed.com/40670/wedding-blog/real-weddings/sweet-new-york-farm-wedding-2/"&gt;Once Wed&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.annarobinweddings.com/weddings/107-roanne-+-johnny--new-york"&gt;Anna Robin Wedding Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7695569666770758654?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7695569666770758654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/farm-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7695569666770758654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7695569666770758654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/farm-wedding.html' title='Farm Wedding'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0_VHk1zkIw/TY_TYauyFUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/M2797iHZHaU/s72-c/471__h590-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8781242855276576304</id><published>2011-03-27T20:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:11:29.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brass Knuckles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81DTYr6BnBk/TY_Rwe0kdUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QUK3o0R6nYc/s1600/image.php.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81DTYr6BnBk/TY_Rwe0kdUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QUK3o0R6nYc/s400/image.php.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588916293427557698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this ring--I'm digging all jewelry that is not silver these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://boutiques.refinery29.com/Brass-Initial-Ring/"&gt;Refinery 29/In God We Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8781242855276576304?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8781242855276576304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/brass-knuckles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8781242855276576304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8781242855276576304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/03/brass-knuckles.html' title='Brass Knuckles'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81DTYr6BnBk/TY_Rwe0kdUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QUK3o0R6nYc/s72-c/image.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7198411873092814270</id><published>2011-02-22T17:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:37:18.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes</title><content type='html'>Thank god for the ipod, right? Now, I'm not one of those people who keeps up with all the new music trends (in fact, when watching The Grammy's I basically felt like I had aged 25 years and was so lost in all those new trendy tunes--Esperanza Spalding? who?) but I do like to listen when I'm on the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to drown people out as they sniffle from Times Square to Soho (get a tissue! here--have mine!) and music is a really good way to do that for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to listen to the same tracks over and over and over--rarely varying from my favorite albums of the month. Music comes in waves for me--I'll get really tired of the same old stuff and go on a hunt for something new and then listen to that for three months straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a peak of my favorites for the past few months (I usually get my inspiration for new music from blogs--so if you are sick of your music maybe this will help!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N-wfb25WmV4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QYfHgte7Nnk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3KkUeRPjc-Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7198411873092814270?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7198411873092814270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/tuesday-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7198411873092814270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7198411873092814270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/tuesday-tunes.html' title='Tuesday Tunes'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N-wfb25WmV4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5931301463458469955</id><published>2011-02-21T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:35:56.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O's: Inception</title><content type='html'>Soo--Oscar week is upon us and lets just say that I haven't quite completed the whole task yet! I'm getting there! Do I want to see True Grit? No I don't. Will I see it? I'm not sure yet, I still have some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend James and I watched 'Inception'. Now let met say this, it is really hard to get two people together who don't live together to watch a movie. There are so many other great things to be doing together out and about in the world rather than staying home to watch a movie but sometimes, at least for me, that is all I feel like doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we watched Inception. Thankfully he was here with me so I could pause and ask some questions that went something like, "Now, explain to me the last 30 minutes we watched?" and "Okay, so which dream are we in and how in the hell did we get here?"--it is a complicated flick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it is an interesting idea with a superstar cast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I fell asleep with 30 minutes to go in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it is entertaining (mostly) but definitely requires undivided attention, something that I apparently wasn't ready to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5931301463458469955?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5931301463458469955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-inception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5931301463458469955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5931301463458469955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-inception.html' title='O&apos;s: Inception'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1681802589516992946</id><published>2011-02-20T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:21:15.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O's: The Kids Are All Right</title><content type='html'>I think I posted about this movie way back in the summer? when James and I went to see it--but I loved this flick. Annette Benning is one of my favorite actresses of all time (The American President is basically my fav movie ever--go rent it) and she was excellent in this film too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a modern take on marriage, intimacy, love and life. I really enjoyed the relationships that were created throughout--making it a believable interpretation of how things can get messy but love can prevail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OWoRThcgdfY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably watch this movie a few more times (which says a lot for me considering I hate watching most movies twice) and hope you all get to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, since it didn't have as much &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BUZZ&lt;/span&gt; as Black Swan or The King's Speech I don't think it would win for Best Picture but it most certainly deserves to stand amongst the other nominees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1681802589516992946?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1681802589516992946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-kids-are-all-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1681802589516992946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1681802589516992946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-kids-are-all-right.html' title='O&apos;s: The Kids Are All Right'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OWoRThcgdfY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2997801633323474816</id><published>2011-02-17T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:44:19.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aygOUxgATk/TVyHu_oM3JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/xMKIWYCJLlY/s1600/Jeffrey-McDaniel_Design-Crush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aygOUxgATk/TVyHu_oM3JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/xMKIWYCJLlY/s400/Jeffrey-McDaniel_Design-Crush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574479680201612434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.designcrushblog.com/2011/01/18/jeffrey-mcdaniel/"&gt;Design Crush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2997801633323474816?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2997801633323474816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2997801633323474816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2997801633323474816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aygOUxgATk/TVyHu_oM3JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/xMKIWYCJLlY/s72-c/Jeffrey-McDaniel_Design-Crush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1330347414444731582</id><published>2011-02-16T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:58:45.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran, Running, Will Run</title><content type='html'>So--I've been running. I've been running in the park, in the gym, in Queens and in place. I've been running a lot and I still don't love it. I like it MUCH better than I ever have. Do I love to run? No. Would I consider myself to be a great runner? No. Am I better than when I started? Yes, most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, running is hard. I don't naturally have endurance so I really have to work for each and every minute. The only way I can gain that endurance is through running more and nothing gets you to run MORE than signing up for a race. So, with the inspirational help from &lt;a href="www.jenepting.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; I signed up for a race and hit the pavement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran this race last weekend and it felt pretty good. I wasn't dead at the end and I felt a little bit like I belonged. We weren't the last ones to cross the finish line, not that time is something I'm keeping very much track of, and I didn't want to quit running altogether when we were done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qn-noG5Z1aE/TVxypYMnJ9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/MCikp-kFofM/s1600/run_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qn-noG5Z1aE/TVxypYMnJ9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/MCikp-kFofM/s400/run_15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574456493973383122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I are planning a 10K in the spring and I'm kind of excited. Signing up for something makes the hard work feel worth it and lets face it, puts the pressure on. I really didn't think that running was something I could ever claim as something I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; but I'm thinking that if I keep this up it might just happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1330347414444731582?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1330347414444731582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/ran-running-will-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1330347414444731582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1330347414444731582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/ran-running-will-run.html' title='Ran, Running, Will Run'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qn-noG5Z1aE/TVxypYMnJ9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/MCikp-kFofM/s72-c/run_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2751096705788914887</id><published>2011-02-13T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:19:48.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O's: Toy Story 3</title><content type='html'>What's not to love about Toy Story? I was totally nostalgic watching this movie, as it reminded me of babysitting for this family back at home. When TS1 was really popular, we used to watch and play with Woody and Buzz--this was back when they only had one little boy. Now, that little boy is all grown up and he has two brothers who love these Toy Story movies so much--and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3 was epically cute and basically just confirms what we already know: growing up is hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved finding out who all the voices of the toys are--I totally forgot Joan Cusack was the role of 'Jessie' (there is nothing not to love about Joan Cusack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Toy Story 3 win for best picture? Probably not. I feel like it is hard for a Pixar movie to compete against a giant like Black Swan or The King's Speech but it is certainly worth a watch if you have kids or even if you don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2751096705788914887?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2751096705788914887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-toy-story-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2751096705788914887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2751096705788914887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-toy-story-3.html' title='O&apos;s: Toy Story 3'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-918645198545611683</id><published>2011-02-10T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:01:28.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O's: Winter's Bone</title><content type='html'>So, Winter's Bone. Did you see it? I saw it. It was dark and sad. Was I that thrilled about it? Not really. Why? I don't know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been that I wasn't paying TOTAL attention to it--but then again if it was super captivating my attention would have been there. I did like it, I just didn't love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie is the lead female character played by Jennifer Lawrence. Like I said about Melissa Leo from The Fighter, Jennifer Lawrence is a welcome surprise. She is new to me and was really fabulous. I'm loving all these leading ladies who keep surprising me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eWjf7f1aBk/TVP9KK56B3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/YRibdnyhOOg/s1600/alg_winters_bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eWjf7f1aBk/TVP9KK56B3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/YRibdnyhOOg/s400/alg_winters_bone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572075515155187570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: check it out but probably won't win for Best Picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-918645198545611683?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/918645198545611683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-winters-bone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/918645198545611683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/918645198545611683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-winters-bone.html' title='O&apos;s: Winter&apos;s Bone'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eWjf7f1aBk/TVP9KK56B3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/YRibdnyhOOg/s72-c/alg_winters_bone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5824383091565886096</id><published>2011-02-08T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:30:35.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>It is cold today. I didn't think it was this morning--but it is now. My room is freezing so I'm drinking tea in the kitchen with my oven on to warm my toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo made me smile--what a pretty chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TVHRmJaSUPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/RFqEL7BjD6c/s1600/1_renee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TVHRmJaSUPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/RFqEL7BjD6c/s400/1_renee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571464667325419762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethweinberg.com/"&gt;Elizabeth Weinberg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5824383091565886096?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5824383091565886096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5824383091565886096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5824383091565886096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TVHRmJaSUPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/RFqEL7BjD6c/s72-c/1_renee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7747887827890394510</id><published>2011-02-03T14:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:53:20.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 O's: The Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;James makes fun of me because I have this affinity for movies about/in/around/surrounding/&lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;Massachusetts. I don't know if it is the accents or the familiar territory, but its true. I grew up right outside Boston and can't help myself--I just love those classically Bostonion movies and The Fighter was no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUsGulvWPvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LP7R15nRl0Y/s1600/The_Fighter_Movie_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569552761648201458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUsGulvWPvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LP7R15nRl0Y/s400/The_Fighter_Movie_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cast was excellent and I was especially surprised by Melissa Leo, nominated for Best Actress in her role as the mother--I hadn't even heard of her before but thought she was both convincing and entertaining. (Interesting article about her in this weeks &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/intelligencer/encounter/70825/"&gt;NY Magazine&lt;/a&gt; which reinforced my newfound love!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUsHMrIQQiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Gm76pdlDsIk/s1600/the_fighter_movie_image_melissa_leo-600x399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUsHMrIQQiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Gm76pdlDsIk/s400/the_fighter_movie_image_melissa_leo-600x399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569553278490919458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is most certainly worth seeing--even if you didn't grow up right outside Boston and your dad isn't a die hard Celtics fan with the thickest Boston accent you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. You don't have to know or care about boxing to be entertained for the two hour film, which I was weary of before seeing but can attest to the fact that I didn't care about boxing and still don't--but did love The Fighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7747887827890394510?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7747887827890394510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-os-fighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7747887827890394510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7747887827890394510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-os-fighter.html' title='2011 O&apos;s: The Fighter'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUsGulvWPvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LP7R15nRl0Y/s72-c/The_Fighter_Movie_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3606087088721084737</id><published>2011-02-02T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:58:49.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turnley Family Granola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dating James for a little while, I quickly realized he had an affinity for peanut butter. I also realized he didn't like chocolate, which was almost a deal breaker for me but he was just so cute I couldn't let the fact that he wouldn't touch my chocolate chip cookies get the best of me! So--I've adapted. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James' mom makes an excellent peanut butter granola that he loves (and I do too) so a couple weekends ago I emailed her for the recipe and this is what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUi3zXH5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kHFrPmxujmE/s1600/WT_28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568903032251967010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUi3zXH5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kHFrPmxujmE/s400/WT_28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my kitchen and its a mess. You might be wondering why there is a big jug of grapefruit juice and whole grain pasta on the counter? Well, that day I also made a baked ziti and enchiladas and chocolate chip cookies and I did it all at once. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUi4-uU163I/AAAAAAAAAl4/ywaAazmHHAs/s1600/WT_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568904326970469234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUi4-uU163I/AAAAAAAAAl4/ywaAazmHHAs/s400/WT_21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my granola and my wooden spoon that I got honey on so it stuck to my hand for the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUi6kkxnE0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/mMDV9fkk2Ac/s1600/WT_38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568906076753433410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUi6kkxnE0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/mMDV9fkk2Ac/s400/WT_38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished product! James said it was good and gave me a tip or two for reaching the full potential next time (to be more like his &lt;i&gt;mooommmmsss&lt;/i&gt;) and so I'll take that into consideration for next time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results: Very easy and really delicious. Snack on it alone or pour milk over it and eat like cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,64,0); BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapsefont-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Peanut Butter Granola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;2/3 cup peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;1/2 cup butter or margarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;1/3 cup honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;4 1/2 cups old-fashioned oats (not "Quick Oats")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;In a large saucepan, over medium heat, melt the butter. Then turn off heat and add peanut butter; when melted and smooth, stir in the honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Add the oats, one cup at a time; this gets harder with each addition, so use a nice smooth handled spoon for comfort. Add peanuts if using.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Spray a large oval on a cookie sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Scrape out the granola onto your cookie sheet about 1 1/4 inches high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Preheat your oven to 350 degrees; then put the granola in and bake for about 9 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3606087088721084737?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3606087088721084737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/turnley-family-granola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3606087088721084737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3606087088721084737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/turnley-family-granola.html' title='Turnley Family Granola'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TUi3zXH5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kHFrPmxujmE/s72-c/WT_28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4727862463271779088</id><published>2011-02-01T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:34:23.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars 2011</title><content type='html'>Its that time of year again and with the announcements of all the nominations for Best Picture, I am both excited and feeling like woah! get on it! movies! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen some, have avoided others and am dieing to see a few more so the next few weeks should be excellent and stimulating. Like I did last year, I'm going to provide a little commentary about each film and what I thought without ruining any of the stories for those of you who are a little slower on the whole getting to the movies thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nominations for Best Picture this year are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kings Speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Swan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kids Are All Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;127 Hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Social Network&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Grit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter's Bone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also seen/plan to see some of the films that star the nominees in both the Best Actress/Actor categories because this is my blog and I'll do what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie watching begins now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4727862463271779088?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4727862463271779088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscars-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4727862463271779088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4727862463271779088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscars-2011.html' title='Oscars 2011'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7471992290629007435</id><published>2011-01-25T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:02:58.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TT84OxqWKoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/yCP-Mj2SfMU/s1600/WT_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TT84OxqWKoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/yCP-Mj2SfMU/s400/WT_17.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566229490953497218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, my friends, is one of my favorite new toys. Coffee on demand. This little &lt;a href="http://www.keurig.com/"&gt;Keurig&lt;/a&gt; machine has been such an excellent addition to my kitchen. Not only has it saved me some money but on cold snowy weekend mornings I don't have to bundle up (or send James out! haha!) to get a cup of coffee. I can make one and enjoy it in a mug! A mug! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite way to drink coffee--is in a mug. Paper cups or to-go mugs are much less satisfying for me. Weird? Maybe. Don't judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've bought some coffee online and my BFF Lauren was sweet enough to buy me a variety pack as a treat. For those of you who have a Keurig of your own, my favorite kinds are the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0033HAJFS/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_2?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B0029XDZIK&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1D19WA00FSRJBPK66TC5"&gt;Donut Shop&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.keurig.com/coffee/hazelnut-cream-coffee-k-cup-mills"&gt;Millstone Hazelnut Cream&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Today is my last free Tuesday until my class starts--I had TWO cups of coffee while watching morning television and I loved every second of it. Next Tuesday, I'll be taking the train before the sun comes up to dissect animals and learn about your blood vessels. Which kind of Tuesday sounds better to you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7471992290629007435?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7471992290629007435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/morning-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7471992290629007435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7471992290629007435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/morning-coffee.html' title='Morning Coffee'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TT84OxqWKoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/yCP-Mj2SfMU/s72-c/WT_17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7203243907157622387</id><published>2011-01-24T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:46:13.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signed Sealed Delivered!</title><content type='html'>One of my resolutions this year is to send packages! I've started small and just sent out a round of pretty cards to people near and far. I love getting mail. Honestly--&lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; piece of mail will do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Netflix DVD? Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sallie Mae updates? Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Magazine? Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visa bill? Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I don't really love getting bills, who does?, I do love mail. So, if I love mail--other people must too right? Thats what I'm going on, so I hope its true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Valentines Day, I especially love to send cards and treats. I found this especially symbolic card today that I loved. For one thing, I love breakfast. For another thing, I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; bacon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTsnKe9u7cI/AAAAAAAAAlc/aHGKetCu_4k/s1600/il_570xN.140884589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565084825610546626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTsnKe9u7cI/AAAAAAAAAlc/aHGKetCu_4k/s400/il_570xN.140884589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/45855642/bacon-loves-egg-notecard-set?ref=cat3_gallery_31"&gt;fuzzygrapefruit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7203243907157622387?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7203243907157622387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/signed-sealed-delivered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7203243907157622387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7203243907157622387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/signed-sealed-delivered.html' title='Signed Sealed Delivered!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTsnKe9u7cI/AAAAAAAAAlc/aHGKetCu_4k/s72-c/il_570xN.140884589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8166804306874020930</id><published>2011-01-22T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:12:37.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTskEjOLeDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xdCAUhVzjL0/s1600/b4bcbf965efc5f9412e0472ace748e2f.image.300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTskEjOLeDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xdCAUhVzjL0/s400/b4bcbf965efc5f9412e0472ace748e2f.image.300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565081425139169330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTskD34cCyI/AAAAAAAAAlM/X4sPuHtECIc/s1600/0f3d42409743db54e544208e839c8a6b.image.300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTskD34cCyI/AAAAAAAAAlM/X4sPuHtECIc/s400/0f3d42409743db54e544208e839c8a6b.image.300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565081413505256226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to jewelry, simple is best. These are things that could be worn &lt;i&gt;every single day&lt;/i&gt;. I've been trying to remember to put on a little jewelry lately, something that is totally not on my radar. I'm loving these simple pieces from &lt;a href="http://www.andreabonelli.com/"&gt;Andrea Bonelli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8166804306874020930?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8166804306874020930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8166804306874020930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8166804306874020930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTskEjOLeDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xdCAUhVzjL0/s72-c/b4bcbf965efc5f9412e0472ace748e2f.image.300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7945413969787722804</id><published>2011-01-22T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:21:05.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry It Out</title><content type='html'>Need a good cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out 'Rabbit Hole'--it is really fantastically sad and I loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9iJH2P96dM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9iJH2P96dM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone see it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7945413969787722804?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7945413969787722804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/cry-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7945413969787722804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7945413969787722804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/cry-it-out.html' title='Cry It Out'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4835060031734982325</id><published>2011-01-17T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:21:31.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On where my money goes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not really the type of girl who spends her whole pay check on a pair of shoes (not that I don't love shoes--I do, but how hard is it to pick a pair of shoes? So hard. I don't even know what kind of shoes I like nor what looks good to me. I wear shoes until they fall apart and then I buy another pair. I'll save the shoe buying stress for every other year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thank you very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really the type of girl who spends her whole pay check on a bar tab (not that a night out on the town isn't fun but I only need a couple beers before I start thinking about the possibility of a hangover or a bad night sleep--shut up, I know I'm lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really the type of girl who spends her whole pay check on a trip (although, if I could be any kind of girl--it would be this kind. I just can't choose where to go! Who to visit! What to see! I need to save for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; when planning an adventure and need to make sure I have dotted my i's and crossed my t's before writing that final check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am the kind of girl who spends her whole pay check on produce, cheese, thin crust pizza, craft beers, local milk, fresh flowers, sourdough rye, apple cider and basil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food. I love to cook and I love to eat. I love going out for fancy dinners and not so fancy dinners and I love picking up ingredients at the farmers market to make a meal at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things I'm willing to compromise on but typically, food isn't one of them. I crave fresh ingredients and feel better eating them if I know where they came from. Don't get me wrong, I am as guilty as anyone else in terms of having mac n' cheese for dinner or the occasional diet coke with my lunch but I am going to try as hard as I can to make 2011 filled with as much wholesome food as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(As I write this, there is a bag of York Peppermint Pattys sitting on my nightstand--they are my guilty pleasure, they are not locally grown, they are heavenly--the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4835060031734982325?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4835060031734982325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-where-my-money-goes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4835060031734982325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4835060031734982325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-where-my-money-goes.html' title='On where my money goes..'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7550521598824556201</id><published>2011-01-16T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:39:20.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar</title><content type='html'>Last year I bought a really sweet 2010 calendar that I took apart and strung above my desk. It was really pretty and while not so practical (who is looking up there for the dates?!) it took up some really blank wall space and was filled with gorgeous letterpress design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my friend Lauren could comment on this she might tell all of you that I didn't actually hang up that calendar until mayyybeee July but luckily, this is my blog and I can hang up my calendars when-ever-I-want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some serious organizing and cleaning today and took down that 2010 calendar and replaced the string with some new cards and pictures for the meantime. While browsing the web tonight I came across this 2011 calendar I really like and think would look great above my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTONhsGa4FI/AAAAAAAAAlE/yUQcUqDaKgc/s1600/il_570xN.205538978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTONhsGa4FI/AAAAAAAAAlE/yUQcUqDaKgc/s400/il_570xN.205538978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562945574645981266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65203452/2011-seasons-of-the-wreath-calendar"&gt;oh my deer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always great finds on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;--never fail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7550521598824556201?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7550521598824556201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/calendar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7550521598824556201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7550521598824556201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/calendar.html' title='Calendar'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TTONhsGa4FI/AAAAAAAAAlE/yUQcUqDaKgc/s72-c/il_570xN.205538978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-6902151422490658</id><published>2011-01-12T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:40:43.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L64c5vT3NBw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L64c5vT3NBw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank me later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-6902151422490658?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/6902151422490658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6902151422490658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6902151422490658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7957204557203690561</id><published>2011-01-11T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:48:54.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Remedies</title><content type='html'>I used to consider myself a semi skeptical person when it came to healing/fixing/curing something with an unconventional method. That was until, after many attempts to rid my foot of a plantars wart (yeah--this blog is about warts now, 2011!) I read online that if you soaked your foot in a tub of apple cider vinegar, your wart would disappear. Now, I was willing to try it because after TWO YEARS, I wanted this thing gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you: Wart + Apple Cider Vinegar = NO WART! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now the biggest home remedy fan on the planet. Any ailment, in my mind, can be eased or even cured with a combination of household items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canker sore? Baking soda! Salt water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesky pimple? Toothpaste! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn? Baking soda + Milk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy hives? Oatmeal bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I started reading a little bit on how you can beautify yourself with kitchen staples--I was thrilled. In college, Lauren (my bff) and I started mixing white vinegar with a little lavendar extract (to mask the smell) to put in our hair to make it shine a little bit more. It worked like a charm and while I haven't done this in a while, Lauren is still using this method regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this article on design*sponge about using avacados for &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2011/01/small-measures-with-ashley-winter-hair-care.html"&gt;winter hair care&lt;/a&gt; and can't wait to try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpm8dcqNMI/AAAAAAAAAks/-C4vQ_LcGKM/s1600/9781600596278_a0390-e1294277505132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpm8dcqNMI/AAAAAAAAAks/-C4vQ_LcGKM/s400/9781600596278_a0390-e1294277505132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560369878825317570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo via &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"&gt;design*sponge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a skeptic, I can understand, but it is going to be hard to resist my temptation to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;told you so&lt;/span&gt; when you have a terrible sunburn this July and are bathing in a tub of black tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7957204557203690561?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7957204557203690561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-remedies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7957204557203690561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7957204557203690561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-remedies.html' title='Home Remedies'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpm8dcqNMI/AAAAAAAAAks/-C4vQ_LcGKM/s72-c/9781600596278_a0390-e1294277505132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1359425840350016075</id><published>2011-01-09T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:37:18.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>As soon as the holiday season started, I was constantly bugging James about watching some holiday movies. He grew up in a HUGE movie family, with tons of organized VHS/DVDs of almost every movie you can think of, so he is no stranger to the Christmas flick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pre-holiday weekend, we had the chance to lounge around and watch a favorite of mine--'White Christmas'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rf71RsyT52c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rf71RsyT52c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie hits closer to home now because James' parents have retired up to Vermont, exactly where this movie takes place. After I make the trip to Boston to spend Christmas with my family I went up to Vermont for a little White Christmas of my own. It was beautiful, as you would expect, and while it didn't really snow while I was there--the two feet that fell in Boston after Christmas was plenty of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiKrkwumI/AAAAAAAAAkk/E4cwoTG2yH4/s1600/WT_102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiKrkwumI/AAAAAAAAAkk/E4cwoTG2yH4/s400/WT_102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560364625577425506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiKV-n06I/AAAAAAAAAkc/2NFuG64Q8pc/s1600/WT_82.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiKV-n06I/AAAAAAAAAkc/2NFuG64Q8pc/s400/WT_82.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560364619780314018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiKJEv2NI/AAAAAAAAAkU/to470dYd2l4/s1600/WT_66.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiKJEv2NI/AAAAAAAAAkU/to470dYd2l4/s400/WT_66.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560364616316344530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiJmmJr9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Zu_RkQVDQxo/s1600/WT_55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiJmmJr9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Zu_RkQVDQxo/s400/WT_55.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560364607061209042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiJHLlA6I/AAAAAAAAAkE/_ANn5_ONuRY/s1600/WT_106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiJHLlA6I/AAAAAAAAAkE/_ANn5_ONuRY/s400/WT_106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560364598628254626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1359425840350016075?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1359425840350016075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1359425840350016075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1359425840350016075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TSpiKrkwumI/AAAAAAAAAkk/E4cwoTG2yH4/s72-c/WT_102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4259905302941034990</id><published>2011-01-06T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:17:26.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Slate Club</title><content type='html'>I, like everyone else, enjoys a little bit of a break once in a while. The holidays are the perfect kind of break for me. Not only does it mean time off from work but also time off from--healthy eating! working out! saving money! getting enough sleep!--it is basically a couple weeks of slighty tipsy chocolate filled fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas, but I almost love the idea of starting off another year with a clean slate better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I only have one real 'resolutions' for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be honest. Now, you are probably thinking this sounds strange but the truth is it doesn't mean that I've been lieing to you all about the color of my hair or whether or not I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like your dress but more being honest with myself about what I want and what is best for me. Maybe that means saying no to some plans that come my way or the chance to make a little extra money babysitting because I could really use a good night sleep. Maybe it means dealing with something right away instead of putting it off until it magically disappears. Maybe it means having a difficult conversation instead of just avoiding the subject all together. Whatever it means, I'm sticking with honesty in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are a TON of things I hope to accomplish this year and I'm hoping to chronicle my progress here all year long. I've made a list, subject to additions, and hope that most will be accomplished by the time Santa comes near year. Maybe you can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Re-start and refocus my blog for Jan 1--&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get an A in both semesters of A&amp;P class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Run 4 races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visit 4 (new) states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take more yoga classes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make a budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Find a volunteer opportunity for nursing school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Send 10 packages to friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Send cards for every occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Home in February, April, June, August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Watch all Oscar nominated 'Best Picture' movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Create excellent college graduation present for my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we gooooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4259905302941034990?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4259905302941034990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/clean-slate-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4259905302941034990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4259905302941034990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/clean-slate-club.html' title='Clean Slate Club'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7570526546198349275</id><published>2011-01-05T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:39:32.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>2011 FTW!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you are probably gone. Have you forgotten about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even mean to be gone but I was and then I was ashamed for quitting this pretty little blog AND THEN I realized that if I missed it it was probably a sign! A sign! A SIGN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In redesigning this space a little bit and thinking more about why I stopped blogging, I realized (with the help of some wise friends of mine and my supportive thinker boyfriend) that I need to do this for fun! The things I liked to blog about the most are the things I should be, well-- blogging about the most! Sounds easy enough but when you are also trying to put up enough content to keep it interesting you can lose sight of the original goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my tag line reads, I am interested in a whole lot of things, ideas, peoples, places and styles -- this space will continue to be a place to share that but maybe in a little bit more of an organized fashion? Or maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm starting of 2011 with this blog. I missed sharing the end of my 2010 with you and I have to say I feel like 2011 is going to have some seriously excellent adventures. I have some trips planned, I am starting a class for nursing school in just a few weeks and I have the honor of being a bridesmaid in a wedding of a friend I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogosphere is full of resolution posts this week and while some might find it a little bit much, I have realized that a little publicity about your goals never hurt anyone and perhaps even helps you hold up your end of the bargain. So my lovely readers, tomorrow I will share with you what I've got cooking for myself in 2011 and maybe you can help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7570526546198349275?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7570526546198349275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-ftw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7570526546198349275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7570526546198349275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-ftw.html' title='2011 FTW!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1576407877291302782</id><published>2010-10-20T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:46:22.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen and be amazed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jgmgE-QDzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jgmgE-QDzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this on repeat and so will you. Excuse me while I go learn to play the cello or the violin or ANYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1576407877291302782?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1576407877291302782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-and-be-amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1576407877291302782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1576407877291302782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-and-be-amazed.html' title='Listen and be amazed..'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5328466407122894096</id><published>2010-10-12T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:23:13.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkinitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TLSK2FLinfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fqRpqDbW9yo/s1600/Fall_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TLSK2FLinfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fqRpqDbW9yo/s400/Fall_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527195304398593522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought one of these little guys at the farmers market yesterday but they were so cute and also because it is fall--get with it. Today I'm making pumpkin bread and organizing my sweaters. Next weekend James and I are headed to Westchester for the day to do a little apple picking. Fall threw up on me this week and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still, however, drinking ice coffee and doubt that will change all winter long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing any fun fall things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5328466407122894096?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5328466407122894096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkinitis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5328466407122894096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5328466407122894096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkinitis.html' title='Pumpkinitis'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TLSK2FLinfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fqRpqDbW9yo/s72-c/Fall_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2670613466373854096</id><published>2010-10-11T10:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:40:20.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Down!</title><content type='html'>When you meet people for the first time or are catching up with someone you haven't seen it always inevitably gets back to living and working in NYC. I suppose for some people this seems like a really wild lifestyle with bottles of liquor and catching cabs on Fifth Avenue--but in reality, that is not my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Astoria--a perfectly populated area filled with Greek restaurants and the most delicious ice coffee you have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TLMhPKoRB4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/oEZBPJaECdE/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TLMhPKoRB4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/oEZBPJaECdE/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526797712148727682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in a relatively quiet and residential part of Queens and while being just a few minute subway ride into Manhattan, it is no way near like living on 14th St. or even the UES. It is quiet. So quiet in fact that this morning around 6AM I was awoken to commotion outside my window. Commotion! Police! For me this is both exciting, as in my dream life I'm some bad ass detective prowling the streets for crime, and annoying because well its 6AM and I don't have to work today and so keep it down out there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I peeked out the window at the drama that was unfolding before my very apartment, I started to think about how this basically has never happened in the year I have lived in this place and more importantly, I'm really glad I live here. Maybe not necessarily in this apartment but living in Queens certainly has a lot to offer. Furthermore, living in NYC would be very good for the curious george that lives inside me but would be very bad for my sleep habits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astoria, I'm sticking with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2670613466373854096?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2670613466373854096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-you-meet-people-for-first-time-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2670613466373854096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2670613466373854096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-you-meet-people-for-first-time-or.html' title='Quiet Down!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TLMhPKoRB4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/oEZBPJaECdE/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1863337310726587103</id><published>2010-10-07T13:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:25:56.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TK4CLOwDy1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/jZ96dtSWQuE/s1600/320143525_00d67139e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TK4CLOwDy1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/jZ96dtSWQuE/s400/320143525_00d67139e8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525356184791665490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via s&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/12/paris-instead/"&gt;mitten kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have two hours to spare and a bag o' yellow onions--make this. If you are feeling chilly and are looking for something to do--make this. If you think this looks too hard--it isn't. Make this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1863337310726587103?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1863337310726587103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1863337310726587103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1863337310726587103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-this.html' title='Make This'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TK4CLOwDy1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/jZ96dtSWQuE/s72-c/320143525_00d67139e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4149004039610791548</id><published>2010-09-28T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:22:10.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THXTHXTHX</title><content type='html'>I've been scouring the earth for new blogs. It isn't that I'm tired of my old standby's but I'm looking for some new inspiration and some new addictions. So I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/"&gt;THXTHXTHX&lt;/a&gt; and it made me smile. It made me think of the little things in life and how easy it is to wallow in frustrations or minor delays in your day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/"&gt;THXTHXTHX&lt;/a&gt; gave me a little perspective and here are a few entries that I loved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiCTvmAQI/AAAAAAAAAis/xPraS2H6hTA/s1600/thx_359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiCTvmAQI/AAAAAAAAAis/xPraS2H6hTA/s400/thx_359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522154253652984066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiCOnOQdI/AAAAAAAAAik/WmcRJTnS6XE/s1600/thx_297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiCOnOQdI/AAAAAAAAAik/WmcRJTnS6XE/s400/thx_297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522154252275696082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiB8mzr3I/AAAAAAAAAic/2bn_l99xv64/s1600/thx_280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiB8mzr3I/AAAAAAAAAic/2bn_l99xv64/s400/thx_280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522154247442116466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiBr5vQHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/OJTbse8YGk8/s1600/thx_264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiBr5vQHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/OJTbse8YGk8/s400/thx_264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522154242958114930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiBX1PhFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tKOxZjz4MWc/s1600/thx_214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiBX1PhFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tKOxZjz4MWc/s400/thx_214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522154237570548818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiPgi2iuI/AAAAAAAAAi0/TPAvAJgNtEg/s1600/thx_1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiPgi2iuI/AAAAAAAAAi0/TPAvAJgNtEg/s400/thx_1871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522154480427502306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big THANKS to &lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/"&gt;THXTHXTHX&lt;/a&gt; for helping me to look at things in a different light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4149004039610791548?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4149004039610791548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/thxthxthx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4149004039610791548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4149004039610791548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/thxthxthx.html' title='THXTHXTHX'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKKiCTvmAQI/AAAAAAAAAis/xPraS2H6hTA/s72-c/thx_359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2534262174438696507</id><published>2010-09-27T07:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:01:32.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Creativity</title><content type='html'>In college, my friend Jess always used to whip up crazy things in the kitchen. We'd be sitting around watching TV or procrastinating doing our homework and Jess would suddenly be in the kitchen making a mess. She'd throw together flour and chocolate chips with fluff and cream and voila! A dessert fit for a college student. Now don't get me wrong, Jess knows how to follow a recipe and makes some damn good desserts but her 'concoctions' were always the most eye catching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was home after work and itching for something sweet. I didn't have enough energy to whip up an entire batch of cookies or cupcakes but I did have a few ingredients on hand that I could work with. I thought back to Jess and the ease at which she put things together and decided to give it a try. Using &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/11/blondies-for-a-blondie/"&gt;smitten kitchen's&lt;/a&gt; recipe as a springboard I went to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKCGbwP2pMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/OLlYvjIIuzw/s1600/149257661_012d51d195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKCGbwP2pMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/OLlYvjIIuzw/s400/149257661_012d51d195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521560954522215618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a few extra things, substituted here and there but let me tell you the one thing that I added that changed my life: one mashed banana. These blondies turned out to be a mix of cakey chocolate love and banana bread goodness. I am not ashamed to admit that over the course of seven days I ate all of them (granted it was a half batch--granted I need to add that in because I'm headed to the gym and I need to feel good about my life choices) I didn't bring them to work to share with friends like I normally would because they were so delicious I needed them for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I had a friend like Jess who, in many ways, showed me that its okay to live your life NOT according to the recipe card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2534262174438696507?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2534262174438696507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/kitchen-creativity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2534262174438696507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2534262174438696507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/kitchen-creativity.html' title='Kitchen Creativity'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TKCGbwP2pMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/OLlYvjIIuzw/s72-c/149257661_012d51d195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5362586469171042512</id><published>2010-09-22T19:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:17:50.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>Since we're discussing birthdays and all that comes with them, one of my favorite ways to celebrate another year is cake. I am not very particular when it comes to cake and the form it comes in. Cupcakes, ice cream cakes, lemon cakes or chocolate cakes--I will eat it. Now, in all honesty, I'm a girl who likes sweets so it really doesn't have to be a birthday celebration for me to be enjoying cake but it just tastes so much better on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In planning for James' big day I encounter a problem that I always encounter when baking for James--he doesn't like sweets. Not only does he not really like sweets--HE DOESN'T LIKE CHOCOLATE! As a chocolate lover, this poses a big problem. The no chocolate rule coupled with the 'I don't really like vanilla that much either and oh by the way I really don't like cake' is trouble. No cake on your birthday? Did I hear you correctly? Yes, yes I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a few items James will eat willingly but really only one that he enjoys a lot. I wish I had a picture here to show you but it is a crumb cake--from a box. FROM A BOX! I mean come on, I'm willing to make you a three layer triple chocolate mousse cake and you want crumb cake from a box? Yes he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crumb cake from a box it is and I'll just have to whip up a batch of cupcakes for me. Now that I'm thinking of it, I didn't even have any cupcakes or cake this year on my birthday! Anyone want to whip me up on of these? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TJqOFFkiIDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QaFLjlWHi8Y/s1600/2291527374_2627f67980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TJqOFFkiIDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QaFLjlWHi8Y/s400/2291527374_2627f67980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519880511341862962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/02/homemade-devil-dog-ding-dong-or-hostess-cake/"&gt;smitten kitchen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not picky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5362586469171042512?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5362586469171042512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/cake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5362586469171042512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5362586469171042512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/cake.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TJqOFFkiIDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QaFLjlWHi8Y/s72-c/2291527374_2627f67980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8048797390466177236</id><published>2010-09-21T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:11:07.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Season</title><content type='html'>When I was little and the summer was winding down I was probably more excited for my birthday than for the start of school. It always seemed to me that everyone else had a birthday but mine kept being skipped. Of course that wasn't true at all and I was just being impatient but when your little you are, perhaps, a little less realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday falls on September 2 which, on a good year, didn't fall on the first day of school. Now that I'm no longer in school I don't have to be worried that my birthday will have to be celebrated during first period. This year my birthday fell during Labor Day weekend and I'm lucky enough to have such a wonderful friend like &lt;a href="http://www.jenepting.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; who just happened to need a cat sitter during that weekend and who just happens to live in a beautiful apartment. I moved over to Jen's apartment in Brooklyn for the long weekend and celebrated my birthday all weekend long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TJjKrbegKEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xGXa_Z84X8U/s1600/62703_641143346673_24205531_37081064_444416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TJjKrbegKEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xGXa_Z84X8U/s400/62703_641143346673_24205531_37081064_444416_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519384190801422402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photo taken by James--this little guy is Oscar stretching in the window @ Jen's apartment&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James took me to dinner at Downtown Atlantic and then to icecream at Blue Marble (which, if your in the BK area you must must try because it is delicious &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;each and every flavor&lt;/span&gt;). Saturday night I had a few friends from over to celebrate with drinks and food and ended up laughing the whole night. I was a pretty lucky girl this year and really felt loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love birthdays, mine AND yours, and really believe everyone deserves a special day. James' birthday is coming up this weekend and I'm hoping to be able to make his as special as he made mine. We shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I'm totally ignoring the fact that I haven't blogged in a month so you should too--but follow along because I'm back!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8048797390466177236?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8048797390466177236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8048797390466177236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8048797390466177236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-season.html' title='Birthday Season'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TJjKrbegKEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xGXa_Z84X8U/s72-c/62703_641143346673_24205531_37081064_444416_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-6441466403789491532</id><published>2010-08-25T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:17:55.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy Days</title><content type='html'>James came to Cape Cod for a few days while I was there and my dad kept making fun of us for both having our cameras near by at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between us is that my digital camera allows me to take tons of pictures whenever I want but James is a bit more selective. He is working with film, both 35mm and medium format, which ups the ante with each shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, James took A LOT less photos than I did but I guarantee they are all a lot more beautiful. He thinks hard about each shot and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THW_YMqeNuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/t8dlhcdYttk/s1600/4918600796_fe1829a731_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THW_YMqeNuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/t8dlhcdYttk/s400/4918600796_fe1829a731_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509520141594801890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THW_XxuVL7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/IZ3Qll2Jd4Q/s1600/4918600788_11721d24fe_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THW_XxuVL7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/IZ3Qll2Jd4Q/s400/4918600788_11721d24fe_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509520134363230130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always get to see many of James' photos, as surprising as that might sound, but he was nice enough to post these two which I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jamesturnley/"&gt;james1hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-6441466403789491532?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/6441466403789491532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/hazy-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6441466403789491532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6441466403789491532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/hazy-days.html' title='Hazy Days'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THW_YMqeNuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/t8dlhcdYttk/s72-c/4918600796_fe1829a731_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2283142221159276069</id><published>2010-08-25T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:57:39.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMS</title><content type='html'>What does everyone think of &lt;a href="http://www.toms.com/womens/classics/ash-canvas-classics-shoes"&gt;TOMS shoes&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THPsGH96MoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0UjUdP-8hyA/s1600/ashcanvasclassic-side_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THPsGH96MoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0UjUdP-8hyA/s400/ashcanvasclassic-side_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509006359166333570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of love them and think they look really cute but I keep trying them on and I keep leaving them at the store. Maybe they aren't meant for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2283142221159276069?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2283142221159276069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/toms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2283142221159276069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2283142221159276069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/toms.html' title='TOMS'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THPsGH96MoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0UjUdP-8hyA/s72-c/ashcanvasclassic-side_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-6797143576159449583</id><published>2010-08-24T11:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:51:49.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays are my official day off. I am now only working four days a week, although they are ten+ hour days, but four days is four days people and although Tuesday could quite possibly be the worst day to have off, its all I've got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am headed out a doctors appointment and a little workout session and need to get some good tuneage for my hours on the subway. Yesterday turned into podcast Monday as I listened to about five podcasts while commuting and working out so today is all about the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xjm8WDG-Gy8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xjm8WDG-Gy8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjecYugTbIQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjecYugTbIQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuZo7pLnL7c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuZo7pLnL7c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Tuesdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-6797143576159449583?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/6797143576159449583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/tuesday-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6797143576159449583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6797143576159449583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/tuesday-tunes.html' title='Tuesday Tunes'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4915262810544838361</id><published>2010-08-22T19:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:14:49.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha's Vineyard</title><content type='html'>Part of my vacation included a little getaway to Martha's Vineyard with some college friends. It was basically sunny beaches, frothy drinks and a lot of catching up. If you haven't been to Martha's Vineyard it is most certainly a place to put on your list for next summer. SUURREEE it is filled with gigantic mansions and ice cream cones that cost $6.00 BUT it is so so beautiful. Lucky for me, one of my best friends has a summer home there so we were treated to a seriously excellent weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG8hm2P_9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/b5PHM0HEkfA/s1600/CC_317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG8hm2P_9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/b5PHM0HEkfA/s400/CC_317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508391104800620498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG8hN6SSMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zRNrUQI4q-M/s1600/CC_310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG8hN6SSMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zRNrUQI4q-M/s400/CC_310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508391098106661058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG8g6h-VyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4gz6t5xoAXY/s1600/CC_289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG8g6h-VyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4gz6t5xoAXY/s400/CC_289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508391092904417058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7ksoRK7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/I8_1JeJtslg/s1600/CC_262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7ksoRK7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/I8_1JeJtslg/s400/CC_262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508390058380569522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7koMrT2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/8wxoX_Sn5bM/s1600/CC_251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7koMrT2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/8wxoX_Sn5bM/s400/CC_251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508390057191100258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7kXOefaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nGFtoJwghpI/s1600/CC_233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7kXOefaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nGFtoJwghpI/s400/CC_233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508390052635245986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, we used the power of technology for good and were able to Skype with our friend Troung who is currently serving his time in the Peace Corps in a remote village in Indonesia. We quickly put down our margaritas as he described his devotion to Ramadan and the Muslim culture--no eating or drinking from sunrise to sunset. Needless to say, we ate and drank for Troung over the weekend. It was so great to see him and finally hear about his awesome adventure while simultaneously realizing how boring all our lives are in comparison. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7j5kHp8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/l14HwA15qrQ/s1600/CC_195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7j5kHp8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/l14HwA15qrQ/s400/CC_195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508390044672960450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7jrB3DlI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LieyGyKJwcw/s1600/CC_166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG7jrB3DlI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LieyGyKJwcw/s400/CC_166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508390040771169874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this is a tradition that lasts for a long time--it was a perfect weekend with great friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4915262810544838361?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4915262810544838361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/marthas-vineyard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4915262810544838361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4915262810544838361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/marthas-vineyard.html' title='Martha&apos;s Vineyard'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG8hm2P_9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/b5PHM0HEkfA/s72-c/CC_317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4202164101686571821</id><published>2010-08-22T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:54:50.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Cod Livin'</title><content type='html'>I'm lucky enough to have been able to take 10 days off of work and head to Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard. If you haven't heard me complain enough about how NYC summer has not felt like summer at all--this Massachusetts vacation definitely did the trick for filling me up with summer fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3vKgmgRI/AAAAAAAAAgM/A4PzubxWe8I/s1600/CC_349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3vKgmgRI/AAAAAAAAAgM/A4PzubxWe8I/s400/CC_349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508385840153657618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3uzIyOEI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lTCTWHuSpew/s1600/CC_76.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3uzIyOEI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lTCTWHuSpew/s400/CC_76.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508385833879746626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3ukGKusI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vMFlfROejFY/s1600/CC_65.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3ukGKusI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vMFlfROejFY/s400/CC_65.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508385829842238146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I get to see my whole family but tons of great friends, pretty beaches and tons of delicious food. It was really wonderful. I feel so lucky that I was able to string together that many vacation days and head out of the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3uA54DnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/888v5H0ZAwQ/s1600/CC_53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3uA54DnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/888v5H0ZAwQ/s400/CC_53.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508385820395441778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3t21YGGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4LCt4-d_nEA/s1600/CC_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3t21YGGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4LCt4-d_nEA/s400/CC_22.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508385817692215394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such vivid memories of summer in Cape Cod. I have been there every single summer since I was born and hope to continue that tradition for the rest of my years no matter where I might be living at the time. It seems slightly unbelievable that it is almost Labor Day and that summer will be behind us but Cape Cod gave me ten days of gorgeous summer and that is pretty much all this fair skinned lady can take anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4202164101686571821?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4202164101686571821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/cape-cod-livin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4202164101686571821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4202164101686571821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/cape-cod-livin.html' title='Cape Cod Livin&apos;'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/THG3vKgmgRI/AAAAAAAAAgM/A4PzubxWe8I/s72-c/CC_349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-556727871020695369</id><published>2010-08-03T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:56:32.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wait</title><content type='html'>My job has taught me a lot of things this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Appreciate everything. Don't take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set short term goals and don't forget to celebrate the small victories with the large ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking people in the eye and remembering someone's name can mean more than you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cliche as it might sound, a friendly smile can really warm up a room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take yourself too seriously--enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most important lesson I've learned this year is Don't Wait. Don't wait to say all the things you've been meaning to say to all those people you've been meaning to say it to. Don't wait to take that class or learn a new skill. Don't wait to go on that trip or plan that next move. It's hard to say all of this without sounding morbid but its true--life gets so messy. The unexpected can happen at any moment and you really just never know. I am constantly reminded how lucky I am and always get a little bit of perspective on days that I don't feel so lucky. There is a lot to be thankful for and sometimes we all need to be reminded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-556727871020695369?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/556727871020695369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/556727871020695369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/556727871020695369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-wait.html' title='Don&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1649558716466761614</id><published>2010-08-02T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T18:37:28.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin' It Easy</title><content type='html'>I'm only working four days a week now. How does that sound to you? Because for me, I was totally psyched. Granted, the four days I am working are ten hour days that could be longer than ten hours BUT that one whole day of work free bliss is totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first Monday not working. Mondays were basically randomly assigned as my day off and I'm not even sure it will be permanent, but I'm not complaining. Three day weekends? Count me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I took it easy. Well, kind of. I bopped down to Brooklyn to drop off some admissions materials for potentially taking a class in the fall (aka stress city) but after that I did a lot of perfectly wonderful day off things. Farmers Market cherry tomatoes, corn and flowers found their way into my bag and somehow I ended up having gelatto for lunch. Oh and then by accident I got a pedicure. Don't judge, its the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TFdH8KAU3BI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bVbv-6m5AgM/s1600/DO_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TFdH8KAU3BI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bVbv-6m5AgM/s400/DO_15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500944568659794962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TFdH7ecoXfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/LNXsCxiZX_E/s1600/DO_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TFdH7ecoXfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/LNXsCxiZX_E/s400/DO_20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500944556967353842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TFdH6y_LWQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kH_VYyLFHc8/s1600/DO_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TFdH6y_LWQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kH_VYyLFHc8/s400/DO_6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500944545301092610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that its pretty possible my "off day" will become my day of studying and errands and workouts--but not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1649558716466761614?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1649558716466761614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/takin-it-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1649558716466761614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1649558716466761614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/08/takin-it-easy.html' title='Takin&apos; It Easy'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TFdH8KAU3BI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bVbv-6m5AgM/s72-c/DO_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2857005560385005208</id><published>2010-07-26T20:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:05:51.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TE4p-gg0W_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/aB6mTD8hswU/s1600/SI_34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TE4p-gg0W_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/aB6mTD8hswU/s400/SI_34.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498378348922166258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer's Market flowers are one of my favorite parts of this hot hot summer. Last year I was obsessed with collecting Mason Jars. I got a few at a flea market, a few more at a yard sale and James bought be approximately 50 of them at a yard sale near his house. I fill them with coins and pens, bobby pins and hair elastics--but my favorite thing to fill them with is flowers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2857005560385005208?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2857005560385005208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2857005560385005208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2857005560385005208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TE4p-gg0W_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/aB6mTD8hswU/s72-c/SI_34.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3488605295133077373</id><published>2010-07-26T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:09:45.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry It Out</title><content type='html'>Hello? Doubt you remember me. I've been such a slacker but I'm back on track. I swear, that this time, I will get back to posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a good cry? If you do, please rent movie shown below. It is very sad and also totally beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ct7eXP-ivAk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ct7eXP-ivAk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I even thought of 'Away from Her' was because I stumbled upon this trailer today, for the movie below, and I was reminded of it. This movie looks equally as beautiful (plus I totally love Elizabeth Banks). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGDGzURU9ys&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGDGzURU9ys&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tissues are a must--don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3488605295133077373?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3488605295133077373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/cry-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3488605295133077373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3488605295133077373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/cry-it-out.html' title='Cry It Out'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5121730740504268742</id><published>2010-07-20T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:21:53.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps and Bruises</title><content type='html'>Two weekends ago I went horseback riding for the first time in a LONG time. While it used to be something I did two or three times a week as a girl, it has been at least five or so years since I've even been on a horse. But, when given the opportunity to ride again I had to jump at the chance because after all, you definitely don't get that kind of offer everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took the train out to Westchester NY and jumped into the saddle! Just the feeling of even being inside a barn again was totally exciting and when Tara, my generous friend who owns this horse, let me take the lead with getting Lily ready I was as giddy as a school girl. It just felt so right being there, with the horses and the riders--it was a pretty nostalgic moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lets just remember its been quite some time since I've been riding and also: Lily is a thoroughbred race horse. Granted, she is off track now but she was raised a racer and she still has that side to her. Tara warmed her up for a bit and then I hopped on. I had hoped it would all go smoothly and it would all come back to me and while most of my horsemanship did--lets just say a few things gotten lost. I did some great loops around the ring with her but on my fourth or fifth time around Lily tested me out and oohhhh boy have I got the bruises to prove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't fall--I jumped off okay? Its different. Oh and I landed on my feet--so that definitely doesn't count as a fall. AND I got back on because come on people--"back in the saddle" you've heard it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fab afternoon and I can't wait to go back but perhaps this time I'll take a lesson or maybe, I don't know, NOT RIDE A WARMBLOODED RACEHORSE WHEN I SHOULD HAVE BEEN RIDING A PONY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5121730740504268742?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5121730740504268742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/bumps-and-bruises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5121730740504268742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5121730740504268742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/bumps-and-bruises.html' title='Bumps and Bruises'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7519707611215357946</id><published>2010-07-14T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:49:43.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Silence</title><content type='html'>I've been quiet on here lately. Uninspired perhaps? Whatever it may be I need to get out of this funk and back on the blog train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been busy! Visits from the family, dinner dates, HORSEBACK RIDING (more to come!) and an impending mini college reunion this weekend. Fun stuff but I'm tired already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TD5axsdQraI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2eVgYMX4aZI/s1600/4689006498_5ca469ce21_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TD5axsdQraI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2eVgYMX4aZI/s400/4689006498_5ca469ce21_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493928405232561570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jamesturnley"&gt; james1hour&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James took this picture of me on our vacation in Maryland. I was relaxing and reading in the AC and he was snapping pictures--it was a relaxing moment that feels far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7519707611215357946?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7519707611215357946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/radio-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7519707611215357946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7519707611215357946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/radio-silence.html' title='Radio Silence'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TD5axsdQraI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2eVgYMX4aZI/s72-c/4689006498_5ca469ce21_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2497606833927279768</id><published>2010-07-12T18:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:30:17.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I don't go to the movies enough. I love going--especially in the summer. You can count on the AC being set to high and the snacks to be plentiful. I wish I went more often but lets be honest, its an expensive little date night and also there really haven't been very good movies out lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through a big movie kick during the Oscars, as you can remember, but have taken some time off since then and basically haven't missed much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT--James and I had a little movie date on Friday night (with the help of an AMC gift card) and I was reminded how wonderful going to the movies can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up seeing The Kids Are Alright starring Annette Bening and Julianne Moore and it was good. I really enjoyed it (James thought some of the dialogue was pointless) but overall it is entertaining and thought provoking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette Bening's character struck particularly close for me as some of her highlighted character flaws in the movie might just be some of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;same exact flaws&lt;/span&gt; I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the type &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;overplannercomeonmakesomeplansandyoubetterdoitrightbecauseithastobedoneexactlyhowiwant it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. No one's perfect! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qNWDEXL4D0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qNWDEXL4D0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2497606833927279768?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2497606833927279768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2497606833927279768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2497606833927279768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4635999387540667891</id><published>2010-07-05T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:39:46.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn Flea</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty hot as we bopped around the Brooklyn Flea on Saturday but we really enjoyed it. James and I agreed that if we had some cash left over there would have been a lot of things we could have bought but just really didn't need. However, we did need some food. There were so many delicious food vendors it was hard to choose but ultimately we were satisfied with our picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James indulged a bit with this shrimp roll from &lt;a href="http://redhooklobsterpound.com/"&gt;Red Hook Lobster Pound&lt;/a&gt; and it looked delicous. He ate it so quickly there was no time to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ57DqbcYI/AAAAAAAAAes/wlF-9OUVZr0/s1600/4th_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ57DqbcYI/AAAAAAAAAes/wlF-9OUVZr0/s400/4th_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490584951220564354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, went a little bit of a more untraditional route and had some plum glazed fried chicken. So good. I've been frequenting the farmers market obsessively lately catching all these delicous summer fruits at their peak and &lt;a href="http://newyork.metromix.com/restaurants/chinese/eton-carroll-gardens/475432/content"&gt;Eton&lt;/a&gt; did a delicious job with the plum glaze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ58HXp4GI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EZAcezu5T-Q/s1600/4th_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ58HXp4GI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EZAcezu5T-Q/s400/4th_8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490584969395429474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a treat, while we browsed the rest of the goods, we shared a Strawberry Cream pop from &lt;a href="http://peoplespops.blogspot.com/"&gt;people's pops&lt;/a&gt; which was the perfect way to end our trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ59N8Z43I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CKP1rQm38mc/s1600/4th_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ59N8Z43I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CKP1rQm38mc/s400/4th_12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490584988340052850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying something else for myself which I'll share once I can snag a pretty snap of it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4635999387540667891?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4635999387540667891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/brooklyn-flea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4635999387540667891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4635999387540667891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/brooklyn-flea.html' title='Brooklyn Flea'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ57DqbcYI/AAAAAAAAAes/wlF-9OUVZr0/s72-c/4th_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5735623977824863366</id><published>2010-07-05T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:30:42.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America!</title><content type='html'>4th of July weekend went by too fast, as three day weekends usually do, and here I am on Monday night thinking about a busy work week ahead of me. As enjoyable as holidays are, they make for a busy week after. It feels wrong to be focusing on that, especially after a summery weekend, but alas I have never been going at staying in the moment. Onward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a heat wave here this weekend folks and I think if anything was learned this weekend it was the heat + Kelley = grumpy. While I might have been a bit testy, admittedly, throughout the weekend there was also a lot of good things that got done. Numero uno being that James and I installed my AC which made it bearable to live. He deserves a million dollars and a trip to the moon for putting up with my antics while getting that thing in the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ4t7jngiI/AAAAAAAAAek/EQV9dJFUy1E/s1600/4th_41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ4t7jngiI/AAAAAAAAAek/EQV9dJFUy1E/s400/4th_41.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490583626194584098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was good food, a trip to the Brooklyn Flea, Central Park adventures and lunch with Becky, my lovely friend. As much as the heat sucks all the positivity right out of me, it feels like summer and summer is fun. Summer is ice cream and trips to the beach--summer is corn on the cob and peaches from the farmer's market. I should apologize to Summer for cursing her name this weekend, she isn't so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5735623977824863366?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5735623977824863366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5735623977824863366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5735623977824863366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/07/america.html' title='America!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TDJ4t7jngiI/AAAAAAAAAek/EQV9dJFUy1E/s72-c/4th_41.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8195796528019549790</id><published>2010-06-29T21:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:29:11.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont</title><content type='html'>Woah--talk about going away for a few days and needing a few days when you get back to get your life together. All I can say is, my clothes from the past three weeks that were strewn about are hung up (no small task for me as hanging clothes up ranks right up there with fighting the crowds at Trader Joe's on a Saturday afternoon) and I actually prepared a few delicious salads from my farmers market loot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am finding my way again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm sorting through pictures from my relaxing getaway to VT and it just reminds me how beautiful it is there. We had a great weekend filled with long walks, farm animals, strawberry picking and classic movies. It was exactly what it should have been and I'm lucky to have gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories to come in bits and pieces this week but here are a few great snaps from our weekend o' country livin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqcb6wvEZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VHNAC0FMoKU/s1600/Vermont_117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqcb6wvEZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VHNAC0FMoKU/s400/Vermont_117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488371099348439442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqdTJom8RI/AAAAAAAAAec/pnv8KdLjK-o/s1600/Vermont_203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqdTJom8RI/AAAAAAAAAec/pnv8KdLjK-o/s400/Vermont_203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488372048233689362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqdBp-yr0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Laid1wBmq4M/s1600/Vermont_138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqdBp-yr0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Laid1wBmq4M/s400/Vermont_138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488371747679022914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqcbRwMJ4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/lu6fbEYchgw/s1600/Vermont_80.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqcbRwMJ4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/lu6fbEYchgw/s400/Vermont_80.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488371088340297602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Again, if these pictures were larger they would look a little bit nicer--aka click them cause I said so!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8195796528019549790?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8195796528019549790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/vermont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8195796528019549790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8195796528019549790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/vermont.html' title='Vermont'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCqcb6wvEZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VHNAC0FMoKU/s72-c/Vermont_117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-121376197761712485</id><published>2010-06-22T19:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:17:04.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Girl</title><content type='html'>James and I are headed to Vermont for the weekend. Getting out of the city is one thing--but heading to Vermont is another. It is beautiful there, especially this time of year. Farm stands, strawberry fields, sheep and tall grass. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk a lot about the city vs. the country. Which is better? Can you have the best of both worlds? Do you have to choose to be one or the other? I just don't know. I suppose you travel and you try both and things fall into place. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCFGSKSRVLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RAr-JNZtp-Y/s1600/cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCFGSKSRVLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RAr-JNZtp-Y/s400/cloud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485743098926552242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(taken last year on our trip to VT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to breathe in all the clean air, sit in the sun and do some antique shopping. James plans to catch the sunrise with his camera &lt;em&gt;(I plan to sleep and dream country dreams of horses. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying to James, "But we have to find some horses!" and he is quick to refer to our COMPLETELY DEVOTED TO HORSES vacation we just went on. Oh well, I'm always looking for them and if not in the country, than where?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-121376197761712485?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/121376197761712485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/country-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/121376197761712485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/121376197761712485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/country-girl.html' title='Country Girl'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TCFGSKSRVLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RAr-JNZtp-Y/s72-c/cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4741622281256715764</id><published>2010-06-21T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:12:55.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes</title><content type='html'>Happy Tuesday! Bop along to these tunes while you do what you do : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/keKdyN16qUs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/keKdyN16qUs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E22HprMQN8M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E22HprMQN8M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4K-SPnZJOU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4K-SPnZJOU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FW-zjYWbego&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FW-zjYWbego&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4741622281256715764?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4741622281256715764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/tuesday-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4741622281256715764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4741622281256715764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/tuesday-tunes.html' title='Tuesday Tunes'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-901150151233386621</id><published>2010-06-21T20:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:13:31.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in the Ciitaayy</title><content type='html'>James takes much more advantage of this city than I do. Despite his whining about the dirty crowded subways and the lack of space--I think he really does enjoy a lot of the time he spends here. He is always walking around in places I've never been and Central Park is like his second home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inability to relax prohibits me from lounging under a tree for an hour or so--I need to be power walking from one end of the park to the other but James knows how to just relax, observe the strangeness of city folks and take some gorgeous photos while doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB__lWIH-lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Cdc3YyAYPwI/s1600/4710502842_eef6248e9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB__lWIH-lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Cdc3YyAYPwI/s400/4710502842_eef6248e9a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485383888220453458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jamesturnley/"&gt; james1hour&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should follow his lead and explore a bit more--there is so much to see in this big summer city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-901150151233386621?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/901150151233386621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-in-ciitaayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/901150151233386621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/901150151233386621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-in-ciitaayy.html' title='Summer in the Ciitaayy'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB__lWIH-lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Cdc3YyAYPwI/s72-c/4710502842_eef6248e9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8140578740178308676</id><published>2010-06-20T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:10:18.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MTK</title><content type='html'>Went to visit my gorgeous and talented brother on Saturday night. He is spending a good portion of the summer in The Hamptons doing Equus. I went out Saturday afternoon and it was beautiful. Got to spend some quality time with him, breathe in the ocean air, catch a sneak peek at Alec Baldwin and see JP's show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally relaxing and being by the beach was just what the doctor ordered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7FxAFTBuI/AAAAAAAAAds/CSsxN0SC3Kw/s1600/MTK_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7FxAFTBuI/AAAAAAAAAds/CSsxN0SC3Kw/s400/MTK_44.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485038841810323170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7Fw2ApkLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z674F6hdjGg/s1600/MTK_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7Fw2ApkLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z674F6hdjGg/s400/MTK_25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485038839106474162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7FwNlwL9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/cA4j-pB2y58/s1600/MTK_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7FwNlwL9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/cA4j-pB2y58/s400/MTK_23.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485038828256243666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7FvGVfwiI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OB26pHvG6hw/s1600/MTK_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7FvGVfwiI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OB26pHvG6hw/s400/MTK_19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485038809129140770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for summer that actually FEELS like summer! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8140578740178308676?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8140578740178308676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/mtk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8140578740178308676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8140578740178308676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/mtk.html' title='MTK'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TB7FxAFTBuI/AAAAAAAAAds/CSsxN0SC3Kw/s72-c/MTK_44.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3635934428642757771</id><published>2010-06-16T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:17:19.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cary Conover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlhuDMuMzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/N4tTNAT0Soc/s1600/PF.WOMAN_.SPITZERS.CORNER.NIGHTLIFE_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlhuDMuMzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/N4tTNAT0Soc/s400/PF.WOMAN_.SPITZERS.CORNER.NIGHTLIFE_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483521465060832050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlhsmXzJlI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gnTvja7HdSU/s1600/ludlowlovers.2007_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlhsmXzJlI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gnTvja7HdSU/s400/ludlowlovers.2007_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483521440142796370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlhpwkmDZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/K2nqiFXLlqA/s1600/jan086_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlhpwkmDZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/K2nqiFXLlqA/s400/jan086_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483521391341211026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.caryconover.com/"&gt;Cary Conover&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://inorbitnewyork.com/"&gt;InOrbitNewYork&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*InOrbitNewYork is a new venture that James is partnering in and it is shaping up to be an awesome community of New York City thinkers, creators and people. Check it out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3635934428642757771?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3635934428642757771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/cary-conover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3635934428642757771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3635934428642757771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/cary-conover.html' title='Cary Conover'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlhuDMuMzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/N4tTNAT0Soc/s72-c/PF.WOMAN_.SPITZERS.CORNER.NIGHTLIFE_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5903059066893878583</id><published>2010-06-16T19:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:38:42.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Dear Internet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a bit of a pick me up. Can you help? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlfwN2wj3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/hd2RLg2KDRc/s1600/28873_620564521803_24205686_36197739_5183115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlfwN2wj3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/hd2RLg2KDRc/s400/28873_620564521803_24205686_36197739_5183115_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483519303257984882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via James)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do more and move and get out there. I need to make the most of this time in NYC and make the most of these young years. I know all this--but knowing and doing are OBVIOUSLY different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to skip all these seemingly necessary steps of less than fulfilling jobs on some (or is it most?) days and small apartments with random roommates and head right into dream jobs and horses and gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't rush it. I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in search for a new mindset, will let you know when I find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5903059066893878583?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5903059066893878583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5903059066893878583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5903059066893878583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBlfwN2wj3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/hd2RLg2KDRc/s72-c/28873_620564521803_24205686_36197739_5183115_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2316686500846793133</id><published>2010-06-15T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:25:05.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Your Records On</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I was browsing through The Container Store after work (for what exactly? for nothing. simply for the reason that it is right near my office, it contains just about everything that anyone could ever THINK they might need but actually don't) this song came on as I rounding the corner into my favorite section of the store: GIFT WRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wkEeNpWMvgk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wkEeNpWMvgk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could very well be cheesy but I love this song. I remember being in college and playing this song on repeat over and over on those spring/summer-ish nights when I was studying but probably not actually studying and my roommate/friend Jess would complain "AGAIN?!" Yes Jess, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has the uncanny ability to lift my spirits and maybe yours too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2316686500846793133?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2316686500846793133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/put-your-records-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2316686500846793133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2316686500846793133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/put-your-records-on.html' title='Put Your Records On'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2271269256700484940</id><published>2010-06-10T07:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:29:34.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree me, please!</title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon this awesome handmade tree via &lt;a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oh Happy Day!&lt;/a&gt; and basically--who wants one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBDLHZPVuLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-kscqbg0F0A/s1600/IMG_2452.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBDLHZPVuLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-kscqbg0F0A/s400/IMG_2452.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481104074404640946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBDLG-XzaHI/AAAAAAAAAck/T9khd7XRNf0/s1600/IMG_2450.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBDLG-XzaHI/AAAAAAAAAck/T9khd7XRNf0/s400/IMG_2450.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481104067192383602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBDLGTi7uGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uuVpajAT8D8/s1600/IMG_2442.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBDLGTi7uGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uuVpajAT8D8/s400/IMG_2442.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481104055696341090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making myself one but then the little surprise boxes wouldn't be very surprise like but still so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2271269256700484940?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2271269256700484940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/tree-me-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2271269256700484940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2271269256700484940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/tree-me-please.html' title='Tree me, please!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TBDLHZPVuLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-kscqbg0F0A/s72-c/IMG_2452.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4670750615593260925</id><published>2010-06-09T17:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:22:12.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Track..</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking quite a bit lately about canceling my gym membership for the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, it is beautiful outside and usually not THAT hot either early AM or later PM and by working out outside, instead of in a gym, I can get some Vitamin D and enjoy my neighborhood. It would motivate me to continue my running outside, which is much more challenging for me than inside, and it would allow me to pack less everyday for work. I'm usually carrying at least 5 bags that each weigh at least 100 lbs and I have probably injured approximately 43 people by ramming them with my belongings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh--also its cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the gym is right across the street from my office. It allows me to have a little entertainment while I work out (I'll admit it, I watch Oprah on the treadmill!) which usually quiets my complaining and passes the time. It also has the benefit of free weights and nautilus equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my constant search for a healthy and balanced lifestyle, exercising is important but lets be honest, sometimes it is hard to get in your workout regardless of the venue. Like right now, for instance, I am eating chips and salsa while I type this. I did not work out today. Today I am tired. Today I want to bake lemon bars instead of run. Today is a lazy day. It wouldn't matter where my workout was held--today it wouldn't happen anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of health, check &lt;a href="http://www.fitbit.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; out. &lt;a href="http://mightygirl.com/2010/06/09/packing-light-cm-summit-day-2/"&gt;Maggie Mason&lt;/a&gt; mentioned it on her blog today and I am instantly fascinated. It tracks my steps AND my sleep?! Food journals? Water journals? I'm kind of into it! I've always wanted to get a pedometer to see exactly what kind of exercise I get walking around this big city and this little device does a lot more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4670750615593260925?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4670750615593260925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4670750615593260925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4670750615593260925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-track.html' title='Keeping Track..'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7051777227906952248</id><published>2010-06-08T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:20:32.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Sender</title><content type='html'>This would make the perfect wedding gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7wNRvxYwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZRHmTVSUN60/s1600/calligraphy-return-address-stamps3-500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7wNRvxYwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZRHmTVSUN60/s400/calligraphy-return-address-stamps3-500x375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480581907449209602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7wM69fWbI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0Rb7hhCLvLc/s1600/calligraphy-return-address-stamps2-500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7wM69fWbI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0Rb7hhCLvLc/s400/calligraphy-return-address-stamps2-500x375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480581901332732338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7wMcCwytI/AAAAAAAAAcE/1dhUjMX6PMQ/s1600/calligraphy-return-address-stamps-500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7wMcCwytI/AAAAAAAAAcE/1dhUjMX6PMQ/s400/calligraphy-return-address-stamps-500x375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480581893033347794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://ohsobeautifulpaper.com/2010/06/calligraphy-address-stamps/?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;utm_medium=twitter"&gt;oh so beautiful paper&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wish I was living in a more permanent location so I could get one of these for myself. There is something about having things on PAPER--sending a LETTER--writing an address. I love it. Don't get me wrong, my blackberry is very useful and email is a great communication tool but I'd be lieing if I said that seeing a letter in my mailbox didn't get me all excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7051777227906952248?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7051777227906952248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/return-to-sender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7051777227906952248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7051777227906952248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/return-to-sender.html' title='Return to Sender'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7wNRvxYwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZRHmTVSUN60/s72-c/calligraphy-return-address-stamps3-500x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4609775809282500575</id><published>2010-06-08T20:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:29:15.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>NO--NOT FENWAY PARK! FENWAY QUALTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7uDiOf8WI/AAAAAAAAAb8/e4T7Ma2bUKU/s1600/Grad_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7uDiOf8WI/AAAAAAAAAb8/e4T7Ma2bUKU/s400/Grad_21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480579541051109730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THAT FACE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of why I love going home to visit my family is this guy. Could he be any cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like going home because of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7pmkykYII/AAAAAAAAAbk/kqOFc3J_OPU/s1600/Grad_57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7pmkykYII/AAAAAAAAAbk/kqOFc3J_OPU/s400/Grad_57.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480574645476548738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's cooking is fab. She mentioned getting take out and then I instantly started weeping. Well no, I wasn't crying but for real--I LIVE IN NYC. TAKE OUT?! Give me some home coooooookin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the real reason I went home is for this beautiful chick--my sister Paige. She was graduating from high school this past weekend and I had to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7tcTCpZlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6Z15oSOlVfk/s1600/Grad_76.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7tcTCpZlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6Z15oSOlVfk/s400/Grad_76.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480578866959967826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7tc15UtOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dYScP-VW2Y0/s1600/Grad_174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7tc15UtOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dYScP-VW2Y0/s400/Grad_174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480578876316103906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4609775809282500575?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4609775809282500575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/congrats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4609775809282500575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4609775809282500575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TA7uDiOf8WI/AAAAAAAAAb8/e4T7Ma2bUKU/s72-c/Grad_21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-862109803885583981</id><published>2010-06-05T00:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:06:52.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen!</title><content type='html'>Do you know about PS22 Chorus? If not, you should. Google them--and then spend your whole night listening to ridiculously good renditions of popular songs you might not have otherwise enjoyed and (if you're anything like me) start wondering why these elementary schools kids are doing such awesome stuff and your at home watching you tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mZ1zV1l2KQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mZ1zV1l2KQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://mightygirl.com/2010/06/04/ps22-chorus-sings-phoenixs-lisztomania/"&gt;Mighty Girl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-862109803885583981?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/862109803885583981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/listen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/862109803885583981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/862109803885583981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/listen.html' title='Listen!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2052440306071638822</id><published>2010-06-02T20:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:00:51.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Party</title><content type='html'>I wish I had my own apartment. I wish it was airy and light and had tons of windows. I wish there was a big back patio with a table big enough to fit all my friends. I wish little sparkle lights could be strung up all around and that there were fresh flowers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had all this so I could host some summer parties. I want to play hostess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would call me a people pleaser. Is that a bad thing? Maybe not. But I just want to bring together good people, serve up delicious food and summer cocktails. I want folksy music bopping away in the background and happy people chatting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, could this sound any more CHEESY! BUT, I WANT IT. Okay, now I'm just whining. But for real, some one lend me their apartment so I can host a party? I promise to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I had the venue for such an occasion it would be filled with things like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TAb7Tul4XTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QlpbSNP4HAc/s1600/pt006_11_etsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TAb7Tul4XTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QlpbSNP4HAc/s400/pt006_11_etsy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478342313085787442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty place cards from &lt;a href="http://feltandwireshop.com/sellers/98-timeless-paper"&gt;Timeless Pape&lt;/a&gt;r via &lt;a href="http://feltandwireshop.com/"&gt;Felt &amp; Wire Shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TAb8L4jLQyI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1UyBkLBnv2M/s1600/lilac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TAb8L4jLQyI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1UyBkLBnv2M/s400/lilac1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478343277831471906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilac Bouquets like the one via &lt;a href="http://little-flower-school.blogspot.com/"&gt;flower school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TAb9LnO9ltI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8dr8r9dcjrA/s1600/4651626484_8de558fc6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TAb9LnO9ltI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8dr8r9dcjrA/s400/4651626484_8de558fc6f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478344372694914770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOTBEER FLOAT CUPCAKES (obviously) via &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/"&gt;smitten kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd play music like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7oTRJU2120&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7oTRJU2120&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQiy0dAhcvs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQiy0dAhcvs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it would be fun. Let's make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2052440306071638822?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2052440306071638822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2052440306071638822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2052440306071638822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-party.html' title='Summer Party'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TAb7Tul4XTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QlpbSNP4HAc/s72-c/pt006_11_etsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1042951280961256633</id><published>2010-05-31T19:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:01:44.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wanderings: CT!</title><content type='html'>This weekend James and I ventured to Monroe, CT to spend the holiday weekend with Lauren and Pat. We did everything from frisbee to sushi. HA! Sushi? On Memorial Day Weekend? What about the burgers? No. When your with Pat and Lauren, its all about the Asian Cuisine. We did have some delicious shrimp and chicken kabobs--so no, it wasn't all about the raw fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKXc2MhvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/U2KBSTGDz9w/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKXc2MhvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/U2KBSTGDz9w/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477584813530318578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKYPTWHfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UyMbifZP9WQ/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKYPTWHfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UyMbifZP9WQ/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477584827074354674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKySrST4I/AAAAAAAAAak/Df9HWfg7mF4/s1600/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKySrST4I/AAAAAAAAAak/Df9HWfg7mF4/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477585274656673666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and wandered around in &lt;a href="http://www.stateparks.com/huntington_fairfield.html"&gt;Huntington State Park&lt;/a&gt; and enjoyed the sunny day. ALLEGEDLY, there are beavers there. I SAW NO BEAVERS. Oh sure, I saw the hard work beavers might do to make their dams but I never did come across a beaver in the flesh or the fur or whatever. I mean, I'm coming off a weekend of seeing herds of wild horses. BEAVERS?! I'm less than impressed. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm kidding--it was a beautiful park but we were not very successful in finding those pesky creatures) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKZMaYdCI/AAAAAAAAAaM/XVq7nyQXae8/s1600/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKZMaYdCI/AAAAAAAAAaM/XVq7nyQXae8/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477584843478430754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARK0ffiPEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/n1UT8ImqvX0/s1600/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARK0ffiPEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/n1UT8ImqvX0/s400/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477585312456784962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKa9v8PKI/AAAAAAAAAac/hLtmyZcy5RA/s1600/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKa9v8PKI/AAAAAAAAAac/hLtmyZcy5RA/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477584873902062754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKZ-ne8MI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yMyxRujI-b4/s1600/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKZ-ne8MI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yMyxRujI-b4/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477584856955154626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to be out of the city and back amongst the beautiful trees! and flowers! and back yard bbq's and parks!  James and I took a walk around Pat's neighborhood before dinner one night and saw kids playing soccer in the front yard of their house and another family having a big Memorial Day Weekend party. We could hear the lawnmowers in the distance and could smell the fresh cut grass. It was perfect. It was Summer. It just doesn't feel like summer to me here in NYC. Summer is a big grill outside fired up with dinner and sand in the car from a trip to the beach. I think I need to make my own summer memories here so I don't need to escape the big apple every weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ventured into the hot hot city today after we got back to go to the farmers market in Union Square. I bought an unholy amount of strawberries because they are so damn sweet and this ultra pretty bouquet of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKzXsIBoI/AAAAAAAAAas/nkzX3j3oUkU/s1600/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKzXsIBoI/AAAAAAAAAas/nkzX3j3oUkU/s400/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477585293182240386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weekend with great friends--hoping there are many more this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1042951280961256633?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1042951280961256633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-wanderings-ct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1042951280961256633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1042951280961256633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-wanderings-ct.html' title='Weekend Wanderings: CT!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/TARKXc2MhvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/U2KBSTGDz9w/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7470222464772168959</id><published>2010-05-27T20:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:08:29.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>I never knew what is was about the word favorite that got under my skin for all these years--but I think I've figured it out. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt; are just so hard. When you were little you were always expected to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite animal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really had any of those things. I still don't. I guess if you forced me to choose I could probably spit out answers on almost all of my 'favorite' things but in my head there would be numerous other options floating around for the taking. I don't know what it is about me--but I just can't choose what tops my list. I started this blog with the intention of helping me narrow down my interests and figure out my one passion but I just don't think I'm that kind of girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm good at. I know what I like. I know what I don't like. Why does it have to be just one thing? I always tell James that I'm jealous of his love for photography if only because it is something that he has as his&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; own&lt;/span&gt;. It is his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I just don't have one. Maybe one day there will be something that can stand alone at the top of my list but for now I forge ahead with quite a few interests and more than one favorite in almost every category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you were to ask me to name my favorite warm weather drink (or really just one of my favorite things to sip on) it would be this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_8Wgl4Ex4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Nq1l7YygiVs/s1600/fav+drink.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_8Wgl4Ex4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Nq1l7YygiVs/s400/fav+drink.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476120421084743554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? This is seltzer with just a little splash of juice. This is so good. You don't even want to know how many cases of seltzer my mom brought for me on a recent visit. HEY--At least its not BOOZE! Although I do love a summer cocktail. I told you I couldn't choose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7470222464772168959?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7470222464772168959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/favorites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7470222464772168959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7470222464772168959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/favorites.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_8Wgl4Ex4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Nq1l7YygiVs/s72-c/fav+drink.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4437438157080834251</id><published>2010-05-26T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:29:55.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspense!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been reading mysteries. Never have I been the thriller type but having been a bit sick of my usual reads filled with heartbreak and/or drama and/or babies (I swear I'm semi educated despite my interest in less than scholarly reads) -- I decided to switch to a new genre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now let me make this clear, if you see me reading a book that is even a tiny bit science fictiony mystery thriller--you are seeing a girl that looks like me but is most certainly not me. I don't do fantasy. Never saw Lord of The Rings, never read Harry Potter and don't even get me started on the Twilight series. I just don't do it. My feet are waaaayyy to firmly planted in reality and my imagination comes to a dead stop when an alien enters the picture. Seriously, ALIENS?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new fond love for more drama based mysteries with a bit of a story behind them and for good measure, throw in a little tiny love story amongst the detectives started with this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_28FaC-mJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WsucHw200nY/s1600/coverbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_28FaC-mJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WsucHw200nY/s400/coverbig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475739523029571730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Woods by Tana French (via &lt;a href="http://www.tanafrench.com/pagesus/books.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it. Read it--the next one is called The Likeness and its just as good. BUT, I need another mystery to get attached to. Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4437438157080834251?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4437438157080834251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/suspense.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4437438157080834251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4437438157080834251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/suspense.html' title='Suspense!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_28FaC-mJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WsucHw200nY/s72-c/coverbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4734773023094886110</id><published>2010-05-24T20:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:08:34.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assateague Island</title><content type='html'>Our vacation was amazing. I don't even know where to begin. I guess I didn't do enough research because I kept getting STUNNED by the beauty! and the horses! and the beaches! and the sunsets! James kept asking me if I even knew where we were going and why didn't know I know how awesome this was going to be. I guess I've been too busy catching up on my reality television to notice that I was basically jetting off to the most beautiful place I've ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James must be a threat to homeland security because the boy got detained at every security check point we crossed. If it wasn't one of this twenty cameras it was the water that was hanging around in his water bottle. If it isn't his water bottle it was the corkscrew! Needless to say, the people behind him in line at LaGaurdia didn't really have a lot of good things to say about Mr. Turnley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Ocean City, MD. Although it had a pretty boardwalk and a beach for miles, we concluded it was the tackiest place either of us has ever been. I can imagine the cast of 'The Jersey Shore' fitting in perfectly there. It is lined with cheesy hotels and motels and has a french fry stand every other block. Holy hell--it was quite a bit different from the beautiful Assateague Island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found horses. When I say that we stumbled upon a pack of wild horses at sunset, I know it sounds like I've been drinking, but for I'm serious. It was unreal. They were, at times, less than a few inches away from us. I have no words. It was the most unbelievable scene I've ever been a part of. I kept saying to James, "No one is ever going to believe us!" but then I remembered we were armed with 48 cameras. We came back the next day and searched for them--they were miles out into a field that we couldn't get to but thanks to my restlessness on our last afternoon I drove our little rental car around the island and happened to stumble upon them at the exact right time. They were galloping across the marsh and right past us. I claimed it was because they missed me and that I was their horse whisperer--upon which time James turned and walked the other way. Apparently he had heard enough of my tales of horsemanship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect mix of relaxation, adventure and summer. The weather was beautiful and the company was even better (and by company I mean the wild ponies but it was nice having James there too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few great shots from the trip but head over to my Flickr (on the right) and you can check out all of them. It felt great being able to use my new camera--still learning! I'll probably post some more stories about this trip but I just wanted to share  before two weeks go by and I forget whether it was ponies I was chasing or something else entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1TIa8PzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O6E3nOqw0fo/s1600/DSC_0318_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1TIa8PzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O6E3nOqw0fo/s400/DSC_0318_1138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475028374793240370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1S160yYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fqJ24Ah5vKI/s1600/DSC_0626_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1S160yYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fqJ24Ah5vKI/s400/DSC_0626_1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475028369826695554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1Sb0GaTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sfnL7xr4UEQ/s1600/DSC_0246_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1Sb0GaTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sfnL7xr4UEQ/s400/DSC_0246_1066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475028362819168562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1SNaAQDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YlHQW6RM7sE/s1600/DSC_0130_950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1SNaAQDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YlHQW6RM7sE/s400/DSC_0130_950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475028358951616562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1RuWTohI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VdehwWHTqjc/s1600/DSC_0051_871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1RuWTohI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VdehwWHTqjc/s400/DSC_0051_871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475028350614610450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, click the pics to make them bigger! click them!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4734773023094886110?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4734773023094886110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/assateague-island.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4734773023094886110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4734773023094886110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/assateague-island.html' title='Assateague Island'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_s1TIa8PzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O6E3nOqw0fo/s72-c/DSC_0318_1138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4822531369077683932</id><published>2010-05-19T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:27:12.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Kicking off the weekend early this week! Headed on my big trip with James tomorrow morning but wanted to share a few favorite songs with you guys for the sunshiney weather that is headed to the east coast! I'm sick of this cloudy rainy mess and will be glad to see the sun tomorrow! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9KrotLtC-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9KrotLtC-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MByNkBzRcM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MByNkBzRcM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_h5DMHh5_M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_h5DMHh5_M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4822531369077683932?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4822531369077683932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4822531369077683932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4822531369077683932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-512764947040899542</id><published>2010-05-17T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:28:12.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites Attract</title><content type='html'>James and I met on a mostly blind date. I may or may not have stalked him a bit before and caught a glimpse of him in a photo but for the most part, we were strangers. Even with the power of the internet these days, James wasn't sure if I was a student or a professor at Quinnipiac due to my mostly illusive internet presence at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, right around the holidays of last year we met up for coffee--we talked for hours. I remember my friend Jess texting me several times wondering if I had been kidnapped. Who goes to grab a coffee with a complete stranger and doesn't return for four hours? Me--well Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_HooxLj8MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LYnt44JqIF0/s1600/24026_617445018313_24205531_36092310_6872996_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_HooxLj8MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LYnt44JqIF0/s400/24026_617445018313_24205531_36092310_6872996_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472410809326104770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo via Ross Lambert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is brilliant and creative and compassionate. He is, as my friend Lauren would say, a stand up guy. Men of this caliber are hard to come by I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joke because after taking a random personality test online, the internet categorized him as a 'dreamy idealist'. And for me? Well, I am a 'reliable realist'. We are different. Very very different. BUT, we compliment each other and both teach each other valuable lessons and learn all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, over New Years, James came to stay with me for a few days at my old apartment in Connecticut. He snapped this photo of our shoes strewn about in the hallway. We laughed about this photo later because it highlights our differences so well. I tend to be a bit more pulled together--tall leather boots with a kitten heel. He tends to be a bit more haphazard--worn tennis shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_Hm2NxwlmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NxZuNt0jxX8/s1600/shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_Hm2NxwlmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NxZuNt0jxX8/s400/shoes2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472408841317553762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo via James Turnley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always keeping me on my pointy black high heeled toes and when he isn't driving me crazy, he keeps me sane. James is a catch and most days I'm not sure how I got so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-512764947040899542?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/512764947040899542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/opposites-attract.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/512764947040899542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/512764947040899542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/opposites-attract.html' title='Opposites Attract'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_HooxLj8MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LYnt44JqIF0/s72-c/24026_617445018313_24205531_36092310_6872996_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4155396989850294615</id><published>2010-05-16T20:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:46:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony Island</title><content type='html'>James and I are taking a little mini vacation this week. Where to, you might be asking?! Well--Pony Island. HA! It's not actually called that but &lt;a href="http://www.jenepting.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; started calling it that and I think it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to visit Assateague Island which is off the coast of Ocean City, MD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically as a little girl (and lets be honest, still..) I loved horses. My favorite favorite book was&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misty_of_Chincoteague"&gt; 'Misty of Cincoteague'&lt;/a&gt; and when James and I were chatting about summer plans a few months ago somehow we stumbled upon Assateague Island which is basically a haven of wild horses that the book I loved as a wee girl is about! There are two sides to the island, one in Maryland and the other in Virginia, and we are hoping to explore both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying on the boardwalk in Ocean City and I'm not sure about James, but I plan on eating my fair share of boardwalk goodies! Does this not sound wonderful? You might be thinking oh yeah yeah, I'm sure there is one lone horse roaming the island but seriously, there are tons. I mean, I haven't been there before but what I've seen in pictures--its my paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you search on Flickr for Assateauge Island--this is what you get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21741033@N08/2815711805/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_CLF3ZEntI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IzJPEcZwYVs/s1600/2815711805_2463d4c021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_CLF3ZEntI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IzJPEcZwYVs/s400/2815711805_2463d4c021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472026480139869906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/46665171@N00/639523014/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_CMDG4tRaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1T5mJInpFK4/s1600/639523014_f20bdda7d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_CMDG4tRaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1T5mJInpFK4/s400/639523014_f20bdda7d3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472027532271109538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting very excited. I am sure between James and I we will have a million pictures of our own that I will post upon our return. It is a little bit of an adventure considering it is a city/island/beach town that neither of us has been to but we are hoping it will be the perfect getaway. We shall see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4155396989850294615?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4155396989850294615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/pony-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4155396989850294615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4155396989850294615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/pony-island.html' title='Pony Island'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S_CLF3ZEntI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IzJPEcZwYVs/s72-c/2815711805_2463d4c021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-102310559821998150</id><published>2010-05-12T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:42:07.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trips: Bridgeport Bluefish</title><content type='html'>Internet, meet Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSuH3gfjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ihF_O5uTZgo/s1600/DSC_0773_725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSuH3gfjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ihF_O5uTZgo/s400/DSC_0773_725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431224804081202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cute isn't she? She is the friend you call when you can't decide between the skirt with black stripes or blue. She is the kind of friend you call when your reading this insane article about bed bugs and your so itchy you need someone to talk you out of it. She is the kind of friend you call when you say something stupid to your boyfriend but apologizing is just so gosh darn hard sometimes! ha! She is my best friend and how I love her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now this is Pat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dStnHWqUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Dy7sl7bSZ08/s1600/DSC_0810_762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dStnHWqUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Dy7sl7bSZ08/s400/DSC_0810_762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431216012175682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Lauren's boyfriend and a friend o' mine for sure. Once, right at the very beginning of Lauren and Pats relationship, Pat and I went out for breakfast to kill some time while Lauren was teaching. Basically the entire time he talked about Lauren this! and Lauren that! but I was so distracted by the GIANT OMELETTE he was eating that I didn't hear a word. He is a man after my own stomach and a really great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat got some extra tickets to the Bridgeport, CT Bluefish game--a minor league baseball team. He had some box seats (fancy!) and so Lauren, Pat and I went to check out the game. It was a really nice day and not too crowded at the game and best of all, it was totally different. It felt great to be doing something I haven't ever done before and even though it wasn't the Red Sox v. Yankees it felt just as fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSvxOhDhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ol8EkV1PwEA/s1600/DSC_0705_657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSvxOhDhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ol8EkV1PwEA/s400/DSC_0705_657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431253086309906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, even though it was only 1:00pm--the beer selection was just too tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSvdLuWnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/17CemY3_2es/s1600/DSC_0708_660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSvdLuWnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/17CemY3_2es/s400/DSC_0708_660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431247705889394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat got his hands on a foul ball and ran to grab an autograph. He scurried from our box seats, down the stairs, through the stadium and over to where the players were standing around. He managed to get there before a group of kids and he snagged an autograph. He was pretty proud of himself and it is surely an item he will treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSu2LiElI/AAAAAAAAAWM/R9E7yXrILIs/s1600/DSC_0703_655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSu2LiElI/AAAAAAAAAWM/R9E7yXrILIs/s400/DSC_0703_655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431237236101714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and I'm hoping that there will be more day trips to come this summer because getting out of the city, out of the routine, out of the crazy--felt really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-102310559821998150?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/102310559821998150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-trips-bridgeport-bluefish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/102310559821998150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/102310559821998150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-trips-bridgeport-bluefish.html' title='Day Trips: Bridgeport Bluefish'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-dSuH3gfjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ihF_O5uTZgo/s72-c/DSC_0773_725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-2882777432701321370</id><published>2010-05-09T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:26:50.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen these?</title><content type='html'>Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3eZvEIdmq4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3eZvEIdmq4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then watch this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QVQSZA9zSk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QVQSZA9zSk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.whoisamy.com/"&gt;Amy Krouse Rosenthal&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-2882777432701321370?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/2882777432701321370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-seen-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2882777432701321370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/2882777432701321370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-seen-these.html' title='Have you seen these?'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3121107808917721423</id><published>2010-05-09T18:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:06:46.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty Pants</title><content type='html'>It is hard to imagine when you are little that the friends you have at that very moment, on the playground or in your dance class, might not be your friends forever. You think that you'll live in the same neighborhood, go to the same college and then work at the same job--when you are little, it is hard to imagine what your life will be like when your all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'd consider myself to be 'all grown up' but a lot has changed since those little girl hometown dreams. I moved out of Massachusetts and to Connecticut for college. It was at Quinnipiac University that I met some of my very best friends. They are some seriously stellar women (and men, but for todays purpose it is all about my lady friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got the chance to see one of these ladies graduate with her DOCTORATE. Laura is now a DPT (Doctor of Physical Therapy) and is now officially the smartest out of all of us. Lauren and I surprised her at the ceremony--we wanted to be there to see her special day but we also wanted to incorporate a little element of surprise. When her name was called as she walked across the platform we shouted and yelled! We called her name and when we finally got her attention, we got the look we had been waiting for. She was truly surprised and also so so happy we had come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-c_GP8VPCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Hjd7Am1qh3E/s1600/DSC_0814_766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-c_GP8VPCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Hjd7Am1qh3E/s400/DSC_0814_766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469409649056103458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-c_GlQ8dcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/HjhNuf6UC1g/s1600/DSC_0839_791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-c_GlQ8dcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/HjhNuf6UC1g/s400/DSC_0839_791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469409654779704770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-c_Hd0_giI/AAAAAAAAAV0/71dTI3pBMIY/s1600/DSC_0850_802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-c_Hd0_giI/AAAAAAAAAV0/71dTI3pBMIY/s400/DSC_0850_802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469409669963285026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to be back at QU for a little bit and to help Laura celebrate her HUGE accomplishment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3121107808917721423?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3121107808917721423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/smarty-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3121107808917721423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3121107808917721423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/05/smarty-pants.html' title='Smarty Pants'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S-c_GP8VPCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Hjd7Am1qh3E/s72-c/DSC_0814_766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7013496189547825150</id><published>2010-04-29T08:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:20:38.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Abramovic</title><content type='html'>Have you been to the MOMA lately? Oh wait--do you even live in NYC? Okay, so if you live in NYC and you have some free time this weekend you should head to this &lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/visit/calendar/exhibitions/965"&gt;exhibit at the MOMA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S9l-ZMIkY1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/z0hu3k3Wa4E/s1600/39010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S9l-ZMIkY1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/z0hu3k3Wa4E/s400/39010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465538594009801554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/visit/calendar/exhibitions/965"&gt;MoMA&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say too much about the actual exhibit and all that comes with it except its pretty wild. Very interesting to watch and the hype around it has gotten huge. James filled me in on a &lt;a href="http://marinaabramovicmademecry.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; created about the visitors to this exhibit and just much of an 'experience' it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't at work right now I'd upload a few of my pictures that I took when I was there, but alas I am at work. I am feeling a bit behind on my updates and posts and everything and I'm travelling home to visit with family for the weekend BUT next week--we shall meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7013496189547825150?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7013496189547825150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/marina-abramovic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7013496189547825150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7013496189547825150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/marina-abramovic.html' title='Marina Abramovic'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S9l-ZMIkY1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/z0hu3k3Wa4E/s72-c/39010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-6488793328625355790</id><published>2010-04-22T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:33:21.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to clean up my room and reorganize a bit! Why, you might ask? Well! My (soon to be world famous) brother is living with me for three weeks in May. He is a musical theatre major at the Hartt Conservatory in Connecticut but because he is so fancy pants all the time he got cast in &lt;a href="http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/03/01/alec-baldwin-to-star-in-equus-on-long-island/"&gt;Equus starring Alec Baldwin&lt;/a&gt; in the Hamptons for the summer! Needless to say, he needs a place to stay for a few weeks and that place is my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do a little spring cleaning, organizing and perhaps a little decorating before he arrives and I came across this sweet little print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S9BPKHCcdXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XACQ-qjj2l4/s1600/rosemary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S9BPKHCcdXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XACQ-qjj2l4/s400/rosemary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462953383106999666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/36480550/romarin-85x11-collection-art-culinaire"&gt;Eva Juliet&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this print for the kitchen and would probably make a great gift for any foodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that with all the space cleared out and my winter clothes put away I can use my new found space for the desk I have been meaning to purchase. Hopefully updates will happen soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-6488793328625355790?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/6488793328625355790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6488793328625355790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6488793328625355790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S9BPKHCcdXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XACQ-qjj2l4/s72-c/rosemary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5377896137432147303</id><published>2010-04-21T20:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:12:00.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharon Montrose</title><content type='html'>I have spied these prints on blogs for a while and I love them. I keep coming back to look at them again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know--baby animals, of course they are cute but really these prints are both cute and a little bit grown up. I'd love to hang one (or even a group!) around my apartment somewhere. Which one is your fav? Check out her Etsy shop for a full view of all her prints--I'm sure your favorite animal is in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-TvC6hP2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ugcYgvZRCfQ/s1600/il_430xN.138123505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-TvC6hP2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ugcYgvZRCfQ/s400/il_430xN.138123505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462747309469155170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-TvFga9PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mvJXgHK09lg/s1600/il_430xN.137287524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-TvFga9PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mvJXgHK09lg/s400/il_430xN.137287524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462747310164997362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-Tu7NOWaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/712fOLQgWI0/s1600/il_430xN.135928471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-Tu7NOWaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/712fOLQgWI0/s400/il_430xN.135928471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462747307400124834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-TusQAc4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/KUgDFwj28yo/s1600/il_430xN.119437950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-TusQAc4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/KUgDFwj28yo/s400/il_430xN.119437950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462747303385265026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/SharonMontrose"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5377896137432147303?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5377896137432147303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/sharon-montrose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5377896137432147303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5377896137432147303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/sharon-montrose.html' title='Sharon Montrose'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8-TvC6hP2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ugcYgvZRCfQ/s72-c/il_430xN.138123505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4653283109552410083</id><published>2010-04-19T19:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:19:06.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Up: Shoes</title><content type='html'>Do you like shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say--I like shoes but I really don't own many. Better yet, maybe I own a few pairs but I wear the same ones over and over. Especially when it comes to work shoes, it seems like I wear the same pair everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I love these pairs below. I wish they were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8zkTg6cGwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JWaRL6ld2bU/s1600/product_img_267_230x460.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8zkTg6cGwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JWaRL6ld2bU/s400/product_img_267_230x460.jpg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991471997262594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="https://www.maraisusa.com/products-page/classics/mercer-flat-nude/"&gt;Marais USA&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8zj5M60E4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/s6CKZcf8KXc/s1600/product_img_289_230x460.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8zj5M60E4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/s6CKZcf8KXc/s400/product_img_289_230x460.jpg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991019953525634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="https://www.maraisusa.com/products-page/new-stuff/espadrille-wedge-emerald/"&gt;Marais USA&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8zixiPThwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/V-hIpyghZLQ/s1600/erez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8zixiPThwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/V-hIpyghZLQ/s400/erez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461989788726036226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via&lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Shop_By_Category/shoes/sneakers/PRDOVR~18317/18317.jsp"&gt; J Crew&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4653283109552410083?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4653283109552410083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/round-up-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4653283109552410083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4653283109552410083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/round-up-shoes.html' title='Round Up: Shoes'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8zkTg6cGwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JWaRL6ld2bU/s72-c/product_img_267_230x460.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7931606219445919278</id><published>2010-04-18T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:19:07.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Packaging</title><content type='html'>Is it sad that pretty packaging is sometimes a reason that I am drawn toward a product? Should I start comparing prices more often that box covers? Probably. I mean, I'm not saying that I always buy the prettiest item on the shelf but sometimes it is so hard to resist well put together marketing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ug_6sHenI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aWYREn4qBzc/s1600/kit_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ug_6sHenI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aWYREn4qBzc/s400/kit_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461635993063357042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ug_hkSJBI/AAAAAAAAATs/rzYREUzGDrE/s1600/headache_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ug_hkSJBI/AAAAAAAAATs/rzYREUzGDrE/s400/headache_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461635986319614994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ug_vGQFTI/AAAAAAAAATk/yIJ2tOvwTtM/s1600/allergies_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ug_vGQFTI/AAAAAAAAATk/yIJ2tOvwTtM/s400/allergies_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461635989951747378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individually&lt;a href="http://www.helpineedhelp.com/store/"&gt; packaged medicine boxes&lt;/a&gt; that look sleek and would sit nicely in my bathroom? CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool item, awesome website, easy on the eyes--count me in. I am a sucker for pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7931606219445919278?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7931606219445919278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-packaging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7931606219445919278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7931606219445919278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-packaging.html' title='Perfect Packaging'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ug_6sHenI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aWYREn4qBzc/s72-c/kit_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8682939221994763448</id><published>2010-04-15T21:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:58:47.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AJP</title><content type='html'>I think I mentioned briefly about how I had the opportunity to take care of a sweet little babe last year in CT. I had a few months to spare after school was over and luckily I found this perfect family that lived in the woods that needed someone to take care of their little girl. She was around 7 or 8 months old when I started, just a pudgy little ball of love, and by the time I left she was over a year old and almost running around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is, by all accounts, a seriously gorgeous child. She is about to have a brother, in the next few weeks, and I'm while I'm headed back to CT for the weekend to visit with friends--you better bet that Fiona is on my list of people to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom Amy Jean Porter, an artist, had their house in the woods decked out with art and the whole place was constantly filled with creativity. It was totally inspiring. It was a perfect place for me and I loved every minute there. I miss spending time with Fiona and although I'm sure she'll be a shy girl when I visit, it will be great to see her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've included a few illustrations from Amy Jean Porter that I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8e63S2iFxI/AAAAAAAAATc/P3FrssYQTK0/s1600/oflamb01_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8e63S2iFxI/AAAAAAAAATc/P3FrssYQTK0/s400/oflamb01_06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460538532326151954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8e3MX2HzI/AAAAAAAAATU/dTlmoZVaKBA/s1600/gelada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8e63MX2HzI/AAAAAAAAATU/dTlmoZVaKBA/s400/gelada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460538530586828594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.amyjeanporter.com/"&gt;Amy Jean Porter&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8682939221994763448?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8682939221994763448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/ajp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8682939221994763448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8682939221994763448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/ajp.html' title='AJP'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8e63S2iFxI/AAAAAAAAATc/P3FrssYQTK0/s72-c/oflamb01_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-4205163914872319100</id><published>2010-04-14T19:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:43:11.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I am buying this camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ZSUjnDR4I/AAAAAAAAATM/jG4Tk5sUlmo/s1600/353_25462_D3000_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ZSUjnDR4I/AAAAAAAAATM/jG4Tk5sUlmo/s400/353_25462_D3000_front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460142111343200130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via&lt;a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/Find-Your-Nikon/Product/Digital-SLR/25462/D3000.html"&gt; Nikon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I am both totally excited (because I have been WANTING a camera for so long but haven't just bitten the bullet) AND sad (to see my savings account take a hit) but with the combination of sheer excitement and a gift card saved from Christmas! I am getting my hands on one of these tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that the pictures on this blog will improve and I'll be able to start creating a little documentation of my life now. We shall see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-4205163914872319100?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/4205163914872319100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4205163914872319100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/4205163914872319100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8ZSUjnDR4I/AAAAAAAAATM/jG4Tk5sUlmo/s72-c/353_25462_D3000_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-90755348072291642</id><published>2010-04-11T09:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:58:57.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Adventure</title><content type='html'>I'm from Boston (have I mentioned that?) I haven't lived in NY all my life--so the Bronx Zoo wasn't a standard Saturday adventure for my family. But, James felt like I was totally missing out on a great NYC sight so we headed out on Saturday morning to see what kind of wild life we could find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HQXTOZs2I/AAAAAAAAATE/d2NLSI7mk3I/s1600/R0036571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HQXTOZs2I/AAAAAAAAATE/d2NLSI7mk3I/s400/R0036571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458873322065998690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James had his camera and although we were faced with wild animals (see below) he took more photos of the people watching the animals--a much more interesting concept for him. He was in charge of the map all day and guided us right along. I have to give him credit, this date was his idea and it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOT_C4raI/AAAAAAAAASk/D9YlpQBgVxc/s1600/R0036651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOT_C4raI/AAAAAAAAASk/D9YlpQBgVxc/s400/R0036651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458871066086124962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was it a beautiful day but we had the best time. Have you been there? It is really well kept and there is so much to see. We made our way through just about every single exhibit and strolled right along with the hundreds of kids that were roaming the park with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOSriIXLI/AAAAAAAAASU/KIgm24Eqc4g/s1600/R0036591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOSriIXLI/AAAAAAAAASU/KIgm24Eqc4g/s400/R0036591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458871043668597938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOTJM8iwI/AAAAAAAAASc/1x4yLkpRb8M/s1600/R0036617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOTJM8iwI/AAAAAAAAASc/1x4yLkpRb8M/s400/R0036617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458871051632806658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I had to laugh as at every exhibit there was a mom just rambling off information about that particular species of monkey or snake to her little boy. We couldn't tell if they were making it up or had read too many books about animals at bed time. Either way--there were A LOT of experts there yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOU62wwsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XYjqeslehDY/s1600/R0036696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOU62wwsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XYjqeslehDY/s400/R0036696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458871082141401794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOUUFSTSI/AAAAAAAAASs/TiIYlYfsTaw/s1600/R0036654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HOUUFSTSI/AAAAAAAAASs/TiIYlYfsTaw/s400/R0036654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458871071733337378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for about four hours and took it all in. We knew it was time to head out as the toddler whines and cries started to get louder and louder throughout the park, signaling dinner time for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HPIOlcXjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hRZulxBt63Y/s1600/R0036662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HPIOlcXjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hRZulxBt63Y/s400/R0036662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458871963610799666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a perfect Saturday at the Zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-90755348072291642?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/90755348072291642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturday-adventure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/90755348072291642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/90755348072291642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturday-adventure.html' title='Saturday Adventure'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S8HQXTOZs2I/AAAAAAAAATE/d2NLSI7mk3I/s72-c/R0036571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-5843077911953222983</id><published>2010-04-09T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:19:19.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting In</title><content type='html'>This guy just wants to be a part of the gang. Who can blame him? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb9eL3ejXmE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb9eL3ejXmE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cup of Jo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-5843077911953222983?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/5843077911953222983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/fitting-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5843077911953222983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/5843077911953222983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/fitting-in.html' title='Fitting In'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3376968155314477710</id><published>2010-04-09T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:27:27.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm using this illustration I stumbled upon today as words to live by for the weekend. There are some decisions that need to be made in my life. James and I need to plan our upcoming vacation, I need to think about classes for the fall and I need to decide upon a desk for my room. I'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S784UycvziI/AAAAAAAAASM/nYOLNTE8ztE/s1600/4418287821_ba9089a773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S784UycvziI/AAAAAAAAASM/nYOLNTE8ztE/s400/4418287821_ba9089a773.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458143203187215906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.swiss-miss.com/page/2"&gt;swissmiss&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to report back on Sunday with a few final answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3376968155314477710?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3376968155314477710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3376968155314477710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3376968155314477710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S784UycvziI/AAAAAAAAASM/nYOLNTE8ztE/s72-c/4418287821_ba9089a773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-3043969121765062424</id><published>2010-04-08T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:51:46.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog O' Mania</title><content type='html'>I came across this &lt;a href="http://streetdogs.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; today via &lt;a href="http://forme-foryou.com/"&gt;For Me-For You&lt;/a&gt; via Twitter and I mean--WHAT! These are all of my favorite kind of dogs snapped candidly and I died with each click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76Gk1DazxI/AAAAAAAAASE/70zYbOsy18Q/s1600/tumblr_kq0r5cIfB81qzi5qqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76Gk1DazxI/AAAAAAAAASE/70zYbOsy18Q/s400/tumblr_kq0r5cIfB81qzi5qqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457947765694451474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76GkbcX3zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/raNopbhCmhA/s1600/tumblr_l01si9ffK71qzi5qqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76GkbcX3zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/raNopbhCmhA/s400/tumblr_l01si9ffK71qzi5qqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457947758819794738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt a little bad for dogs in NYC--I mean, where do they run and play?! But these are all snapped in dog parks throughout the city and they look so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76Gj7podFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iZC-M_GzZVg/s1600/1N1alcRTyq0uiznfqdH6u904o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76Gj7podFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iZC-M_GzZVg/s400/1N1alcRTyq0uiznfqdH6u904o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457947750285472850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76GjpleS8I/AAAAAAAAARs/4Y36mWFRo6Q/s1600/1N1alcRTyq4zh2tedCNesDUCo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76GjpleS8I/AAAAAAAAARs/4Y36mWFRo6Q/s400/1N1alcRTyq4zh2tedCNesDUCo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457947745436191682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-3043969121765062424?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/3043969121765062424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/dog-o-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3043969121765062424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/3043969121765062424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/dog-o-mania.html' title='Dog O&apos; Mania'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S76Gk1DazxI/AAAAAAAAASE/70zYbOsy18Q/s72-c/tumblr_kq0r5cIfB81qzi5qqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-6365468898637358403</id><published>2010-04-05T20:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:09:59.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Todd Harper</title><content type='html'>Beautiful photos to start the week, I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7qHAoHOcfI/AAAAAAAAARk/9U4CbLuRoHM/s1600/55_harper5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7qHAoHOcfI/AAAAAAAAARk/9U4CbLuRoHM/s400/55_harper5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822343350252018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7qG__vqvWI/AAAAAAAAARc/bsvJN0ZZOeE/s1600/55_harper9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7qG__vqvWI/AAAAAAAAARc/bsvJN0ZZOeE/s400/55_harper9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822332514024802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7qG_qlJoNI/AAAAAAAAARU/-TZa71J7a4c/s1600/55_harper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7qG_qlJoNI/AAAAAAAAARU/-TZa71J7a4c/s400/55_harper3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822326832767186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.jessicatoddharper.com/"&gt;Jessica Todd Harper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-6365468898637358403?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/6365468898637358403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/jessica-todd-harper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6365468898637358403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/6365468898637358403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/jessica-todd-harper.html' title='Jessica Todd Harper'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7qHAoHOcfI/AAAAAAAAARk/9U4CbLuRoHM/s72-c/55_harper5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-7225328796929344487</id><published>2010-04-04T09:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:43:23.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I had dinner last night with Becky, one of my good friends from work, and we got on the subject of Holidays. "Christmas!" she said. "I mean how much did that fly by..I can't even remember Christmas, it came and went". I agreed, sadly enough. She said that she started realizing this year, being on her own in a new city, that holidays don't have as much weight when your not surrounded by your family and they begin to mean less. For me, this is a sad reality but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, its Easter and I sit in Jen's apartment with a bowl of shredded wheat and an english muffin for one. I can imagine my family, at home, putting together something delicious for breakfast and someone arguing about how they hate ham and can't/won't/under no circumstances eat it. I miss that. I want to be a part of that but at the same time, people start new traditions right? You grow up and you find your own 'family' and you do it your way? I feel like I'm in the in between of those two phases and part of me thinks that I'll always want to go 'home' for the holidays and thats okay too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7iW1FyJjkI/AAAAAAAAARM/OVAtSOgYqY4/s1600/R0036365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7iW1FyJjkI/AAAAAAAAARM/OVAtSOgYqY4/s400/R0036365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456276787389107778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how could you NOT want to go home and visit with this pup? He is clearly the most important member of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-7225328796929344487?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/7225328796929344487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7225328796929344487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/7225328796929344487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7iW1FyJjkI/AAAAAAAAARM/OVAtSOgYqY4/s72-c/R0036365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-1140642320463447897</id><published>2010-04-03T15:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:26:55.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7eWAhlfANI/AAAAAAAAARE/1mBFqBLqxH4/s1600/6a00d83451904a69e201310ff6c840970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7eWAhlfANI/AAAAAAAAARE/1mBFqBLqxH4/s400/6a00d83451904a69e201310ff6c840970c-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455994409342402770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its Easter or Spring--but something makes me want to have fresh flowers around and tulips are my fav. Wouldn't you love to visit this &lt;a href="http://www.woodenshoe.com/"&gt;tulip farm&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Cup Of Jo &lt;/a&gt;via &lt;a href="http://abbytrysagain.typepad.com/abbytryagain/2010/03/tiptoe-through.html"&gt;Abby try again&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-1140642320463447897?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/1140642320463447897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/tulips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1140642320463447897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/1140642320463447897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/tulips.html' title='Tulips'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7eWAhlfANI/AAAAAAAAARE/1mBFqBLqxH4/s72-c/6a00d83451904a69e201310ff6c840970c-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8163474592611559315</id><published>2010-04-03T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:46:36.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Scenery</title><content type='html'>It's a gorgeous day today and yesterday and oh boy--tomorrow! It's still going to be nice. I love that the clouds have gone away for a few days, although I don't love the little sunburn I got in the 30 minutes I sat outside yesterday but I'll take it. I won't complain, this weather is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in my last post that I'd be spending some time at my friend Jen's apartment for a few days, taking care of her cat and her mini garden (all of which are still alive after 4 days of being here!). But, what I failed to mention and what I didn't even know when I wrote that post is how much I love her neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the opportunity to walk up and down these streets of her neighborhood in Brooklyn, pop in and out of little shops and am currently lounging on her deck basking in the sun with a nice little ice coffee in hand from a cafe down the street. I mean, does this not sound perfect to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how neighborhoods can reflect your personality or the lifestyle you want/wish you lived. I didn't know much about NYC before I moved here. I knew that it was expensive and I knew that I didn't want to spend my whole paycheck on rent. So, I moved to Queens. Don't get me wrong, I love Astoria too--great little neighborhood and a perfect park near by. But, I just went with it. I didn't explore many other neighborhoods but for some reason when I came to Jen's I realized that it is possible to live in a place that actually ENHANCES who you are. I never thought about it much before but the place where you live has the possibility to help you grow and get closer to the person you want to be. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't move here, or anywhere near here, I am glad I know that there is a little bit of NYC that fits me because for anyone that has lived here, they know that this city is big and in order to make it your home you must carve it out and make your own little family of people, places and things that are yours. And I know I can come down here and stroll around (and don't think I won't come back and sit on this pretty deck and catch some sun with Jen) and I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8163474592611559315?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8163474592611559315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/change-of-scenery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8163474592611559315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8163474592611559315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/04/change-of-scenery.html' title='Change of Scenery'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237132670219933890.post-8037728186343535740</id><published>2010-03-30T20:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:19:24.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jenepting.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; is one of my good friends. I met Jen through James. Jen is James' best friend's sister. You got it? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7Khld6lCXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yh-_Sh6IARo/s1600/IMG_9000.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7Khld6lCXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yh-_Sh6IARo/s400/IMG_9000.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454599763756648818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thats not Jen. That's Oscar. Oscar is Jen's cat. You got it? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7Kh_UxvOKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ULHq18VYQcs/s1600/IMG_8710.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7Kh_UxvOKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ULHq18VYQcs/s400/IMG_8710.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454600207980247202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen has quickly become one of my good friends. She has helped inspire me to kick my blog into high gear, be creative and think! She very well could be one of the smartest women I know--oh and also, shes a riot. If you like to laugh, you should head to Trader Joe's in Brooklyn and search the aisles for Jen. No no, she doesn't live inside the TJ's but she does love to shop there and it is RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM HER APARTMENT. Are you jealous yet? I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of her apartment, I am cat/house/seedling sitting for Jen and her boyfriend Chris since they are heading to Seattle for a little vaca. Not only is their apartment right across the street from TJ's but its a beautiful place in an adorable neighborhood and its mine (and Oscar the cats) for the next few days. Although I am keeping their plants alive and feeding their feline, I kind of feel like they are giving me something--a little vacation of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7KibNjZCWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sjd2-N0B4v8/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7KibNjZCWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sjd2-N0B4v8/s400/IMG_0252.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454600687077362018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those are just the seedlings I am in charge of for a few days. No big deal, they aren't important to her or anything--she only &lt;a href="http://birdlessinbrooklyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;STARTED A BLOG ABOUT THEM&lt;/a&gt;! No pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets just hope that Oscar doesn't jump off the deck and the plants don't all die. Send positive thoughts my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7237132670219933890-8037728186343535740?l=kelleyq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/feeds/8037728186343535740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friend-jen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8037728186343535740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237132670219933890/posts/default/8037728186343535740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleyq.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friend-jen.html' title='My Friend Jen'/><author><name>Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114758072592646850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S3ybN3lqKFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xYcV3yy1eD4/S220/5370_583460857843_24208013_34696836_8173435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL_hOm0pKgc/S7Khld6lCXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yh-_Sh6IARo/s72-c/IMG_9000.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
