- Age Guage - Friday, August 18, 2006

You said your birthday is 5 / 29 / 1976 which means you are 30 years old and about:

59 years 7 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 89
54 years 11 months younger than Nancy Reagan, age 85
52 years 0 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 82
44 years 8 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 74
42 years 6 months younger than Larry King, age 72
36 years 4 months younger than Ted Koppel, age 66
32 years 11 months younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 63
29 years 11 months younger than George W. Bush, age 60
24 years 10 months younger than Jesse Ventura, age 55
20 years 7 months younger than Bill Gates, age 50
15 years 9 months younger than Cal Ripken Jr., age 45
9 years 11 months younger than Mike Tyson, age 40
5 years 10 months younger than Jennifer Lopez, age 36
0 years 5 months younger than Tiger Woods, age 30
6 years 1 month older than Prince William, age 24

and that you were:

25 years old at the time of the 9-11 attack on America
23 years old on the first day of Y2K
21 years old when Princess Diana was killed in a car crash
18 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
18 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
16 years old at the time of the 93 bombing of the World Trade Center
14 years old when Operation Desert Storm began
13 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
9 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
7 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh
7 years old during Sally Ride's travel in space
4 years old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr.
3 years old at the time the Iran hostage crisis began
not yet 1 year old on the U.S.'s bicentennial Fourth of July

http://www.frontiernet.net/~cdm/age1.html

- A day of triumph and sadness. - Wednesday, August 16, 2006

JonBenet Ramsey's murderer was arrested today in Bangkok. What a HUGE weight lifted off the shoulders of her family. For what, ten years her death was unsolved? And to think that JonBenet's mother passed away within the past couple of months never knowing the fate of her daughters' case.

The Ramsey family sent a plant to the Lunsford family during the disappearance of Jessica.

A tear shed for the Ramseys. Point scored for the good guys.

- Today was interesting. -

I took a leap off the deep end today and decided to have Tracy put some red highlights (yes, red) in my hair. I actually really like it, she did good. It's got just enough blonde in it to last the rest of the summer and red to bring in the fall. Yes, I'm a dork- I like my haircolor to match the seasons. Maybe it's part of my OCD. Not really sure. So I head over to the south west side of the county to meet with a lady that I sorda feel sorry for (yes, I do have a somewhat compassionate side) and got hit in the ass by some chick. I was in my agency vehicle and was attempting to get out to determine my damage when she bursts into tears and breaks into this story about not having any insurance. Great... So, I tell her to pull into the gas station to get out of the middle of the road and wait for the deputy that just passed me to write a report. He stroked her--Tango 1 x2. Ok, so in English all that means is she got 2 tickets, one for no insurance and the other for improper turn. She turned out of a parking lot and hit me. Dumbass. So, that's all the excitement for today. Tune in tomorrow for more fun stories from the files of Kelly. HA HA.

- Melissa & Tyler - Thursday, August 10, 2006


- Tyler's First Day of School -


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- Happy Anniversary To Me! - Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Exactly 8 years ago today I was married to my wonderful husband, Christopher.

xoxo

- Background on the chicken cutlets -






I can't find my original post about the chicken cutlets so I'm going to repost it to the best of my memory.

In May of 2005 Melissa and I got invited to a black tie fundraiser for a local child advocacy center. The dress I planned on wearing was a very elegant long black sparkly dress- but it was strapless. The problem with that is I'm barely a "B" cup which means strapless doesn't look so hot on! Although breast augmentation would have been my ideal choice I did the much cheaper option and opted for silicone breast enhancers. Finding them was a whole new issue. A little more backgorund: A year or so prior to this incident we had a shooting involving a young boy that I responded to. My mom happened to be with me and asked who the "little boy" was wearing the green sheriff's office uniform. I explained to her that "little boy" was a deputy (not an explorer) and he was only a year or so younger than me. Since then I've teased this particular deputy about being a little boy- until the fateful day of my shopping excursion!

So I roll up to Walmart on a mission. I know exactly what I'm looking for and where to go in the store to find these silicone cutlets. I head back to the lingerie department and BINGO- there's the box with a nearly bare chested woman with these handy cutlets attached. The box clearly says "Looks and Feels Like The Real Thing"! PERFECT, must buy them! So, I meander around the store looking for my husband, carrying the box containing the bare breasted woman in my hand when I run into "little boy". My blondeness comes out in full force, because I forget I have the cutlets in my hand as I'm talking in the most dramatic way of ways (like I sometimes do), flailing my arms and all. Pretty soon I see him with this look on his face- this look of partial embarassment for him, partial for me. It was at that time I realized I'm holding a box of FAKE BOOBS that have become the object of attention, due to my flailing. All he could say is...who's little now? Since then, this deputy is known by his first name, Antoine instead of "little boy".

- Because you all must know this. - Monday, August 07, 2006

I'm sure I posted a year or so ago about buying the chicken cutlets, right? You know, those silicone like things that you strategically place inside your bra to make you appear, well, fuller! Well if I didn't I will, but I'm too lazy to look for the post now, maybe another time. Anyway- Most of the time I will use them with a tube top or something similar to enhance my bustline but for whatever reason, one may never know, I decided to wear them to Rob's birthday party Saturday. All was well until as Melissa, Beth, Ronda and I are dancing and one falls out. Now, for ever and a day I've joked around about this happening but never really thought it would., until I look down and notice I have something that resembles a breast stuck to my stomach, under my shirt. I lift up my shirt, exposing my stomach and sure enough, I have a chicken cutlet stuck to my belly. I guess my 3 'friends' thought it was the funniest thing in the world and didn't really want to tell me about it nor help me out of that situation. Thanks friends! :-P

- New Quote -

I heard this the other day and laughed out loud.

"Stop the world! I'm getting off!"

- Teen Buzz - Friday, August 04, 2006

I got this from Hazel Eyez's blog. It's very interesting and a little spooky! It's a ringtone that has such a high frequency that only kids hear it. Reason being, as we age we lose the ability to hear certain frequencies. The frequency of this ringtone just happens to be one of the frequencies I've lost! CBS did a test at a Cingular Wireless tstore to see who could hear it and who can't. Believe it or not, no one over the age of 26 could hear it! The tone is called "Teen Buzz". Here it is, try for yourself!

http://www.wrgb.com/audio/atc_teenbuzz.mp3

And for the record, I just asked Jessica our 20 year old receptionist to come in and listen to it to see what she heard. She said she could hear a high pitched ringing noise! I could hear something high pitched but it wasn't any identifiable sound and that was concentrating and listening to it 3 different times!

- Something else I'm proud of... - Thursday, August 03, 2006

My youngest stepdaughter Melissa got her learner's permit and is able to drive with an adult now, so if you're anywhere in Southern lower Michigan stay off the roads!

My oldest stepdaughter Mandy got a new job at TCF bank in Chelsea. She begins next week and with her major in accounting the promotion possibilities seem endless!

Congrats girls! Love ya!

- Something to be proud of -

First, let me start by apologizing for not blogging like I should be. I really don't have much of an excuse either, other than I've also been blogging (nothing interesting, just meme's and stuff) on Myspace. Man, that place can sure be addictive! I've found so many people, and so many people have found me, it's like a reunion of sorts.

Anyway, this song I'm posting the lyrics of is one of my favorites right now. It's old, I know, but recently I've taken a likin' to it! (That's Florida lingo, by the way.) So, I'm posting the lyrics because in so many different ways I can picture the story in this song being told, but mostly I can see my Grandpa Green and Uncle Emmett, who both have passed, talking in the sense of this song. Actually, quite ironically my Grandpa and Uncle were both in the Navy and passed each other in Pearl Harbor. They were on seperate ships and both just happened to be standing along the outside rail when their ships passed and were able to share a wave and a tear. Thankfully, I was able to know both of them, though I was just a kid when Grandpa passed away, but neither of them died in the war. I kinda miss my Grandpa when I hear this song. Here it is...


There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
Well I'd just roll my eyes and make a bee-line for the door
But I'd always wind up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man, the things I heard

It was harder times and longer days
Five miles to school, uphill both ways
We were cane switch raised, and dirt floor poor
'Course that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
He'd always stop right there and say...

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
That's a chin held high as the tears fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a-flyin'
Or a newborn baby cryin'
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of

So I'm graduatin' college, that was mama's dream
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned 18
Cuz when you gotta fast car you think you've got everything
I learned quick those GTO's don't run on faith
I ended up broken down in some town north of L.A.
Working maximum hours for minimum wage
Well, I fell in love, next thing I know
The babies came, the car got slow
I sure do miss that old hot rod
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs
Dad, I wonder if I ever let you down
If you're ashamed how I turned out
Well, he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow
Said, lemme tell ya right now

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
You don't need to make a million
Just be thankful to be workin'
If you're doing what you're able
And putting food there on the table
And providing for the family that you love
That's something to be proud of
And if all you ever really do is the best you can

Well, you did it man

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
That's a chin held high as the tears fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a-flyin'
Or a newborn baby cryin'
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of
That's something to be proud of
Yeah, that's something to be proud of
That's something to be proud of
Now that's something to be proud of


IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!

My name is Kelly and I'm a Victim Advocate. Basically I'm a cross between a social worker and a counselor, without all of the pay & college! In 3 months and 20 days as of this udate I'll be 30 and I'm holdin on with a tight grip!

ME ME ME!

I was a little hesitant when blogging was first introduced to me. I have learned to use and well and now I really like it, in a voyeuristic kind of way. I also use it as my own personal therapy. Though you probably won't understand nor agree with what I post quite often, don't take it personal and don't be offended. After all, it's a blog and that's the fun of it, right?

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