tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55258098302837923892012-01-27T05:55:11.384-05:00It's more than just hair....it's an attitude.Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.comBlogger5991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-58706626341351386762012-01-25T05:55:00.003-05:002012-01-25T06:07:16.952-05:00So, we're making plans - <div>funeral plans.</div><div>It's something you have to do.</div><div>Mom and Dad picked the music they want.</div><div>I'll help Dad with the readings.</div><div>Dad was stuck on the eulogy.</div><div>Didn't say much about it.</div><div>I asked, </div><div><br /></div><div>"Dad, if you could have anyone, anyone at all</div><div>do the eulogy, who would you choose?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"You."</div><div><br /></div><div>*blink blink*</div><div><br /></div><div>"Ok, who would be your second choice?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Didn't see that one coming.</div><div>I really didn't.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have no doubt I can get up there</div><div>and DO it. </div><div>Give me an audience and I'm a happy girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's the message I'm worried about.</div><div>How do I make sure I</div><div>Say the right things.</div><div>Speak about the right people.</div><div>Touch on all I need to touch upon.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is what I think about while driving to work.</div><div>This is what I think about while I'm not falling asleep.</div><div>This is what I think about.....a lot.</div><div><br /></div><div>My friend Gina said....write.</div><div>Write a lot. Over write, then you</div><div>can cut, edit, whatever, just write.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I can do this.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5870662634135138676?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-12766565809059946602012-01-22T08:06:00.002-05:002012-01-22T08:14:45.083-05:00Ok.<div>We have round the clock care set up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lidia is lovely, quiet, never leaves my mother's side.</div><div>Noni, is like a bull in a china shop.</div><div>"I do! I do!"</div><div>Good, we want her to do.</div><div>She also gives good hugs :-).</div><div>AND my father likes her a lot.</div><div>Great!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hospice came in, meds under control.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like I can relax now.</div><div>I've been sleeping <b>A LOT</b>, catching up.</div><div>I think I will only get out of my pjs</div><div>long enough to visit with my parents</div><div>and go to the gym, then shower and back to bed.</div><div>A good day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1276656580905994660?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-76718111619997681692012-01-21T07:34:00.007-05:002012-01-21T08:36:19.965-05:00My way of holding it together is<div>to take charge and organize.</div><div>Let me call the doctors.</div><div>Let me make the appointments.</div><div>Let me schedule visits, cooking, care.</div><div>As long as I have "work" to do, I'm okay.</div><div>I'm too busy to "feel" anything for myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>No crying.</div><div>Too busy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that was until I received </div><div>a voice mail message from my boss, Alex.</div><div>I took 3 unexpected days off from work this week.</div><div>Alex was on vacation and I was very worried</div><div>about leaving the office empty.</div><div>Alex called to tell me not to worry.</div><div>She told me about all the people who came</div><div>by our office asking for me.</div><div>She said to not even think about work.</div><div>She brought dinner to my parents' house</div><div><b>TWICE</b>.</div><div>The chef at school sent home dinner for us</div><div>both nights too.</div><div>A family at school owns my favorite Greek</div><div>restaurant - and I'm not just saying that, it </div><div>really is my favorite, and my mother has been there</div><div>many times.</div><div>They sent home LEMON POTATOES, a perfect</div><div>comfort food. I told my mother who is mostly</div><div>unresponsive and her face actually lit up!</div><div>My friend Karen, a parent, has been emailing.</div><div>My friend Kim also a parent, sent home a Prayer Scapular.</div><div>My friend Colleen in the business office has been texting</div><div>me to see how I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>They got to me.</div><div>I cried.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7671811161999768169?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-10952228679314829112012-01-19T11:15:00.007-05:002012-01-20T02:32:17.073-05:00<div>Yeah, so mom's health has really taken a turn</div><div>in the last two days.</div><div>Things are not going all that well, but</div><div>I guess it depends on how you look at it.</div><div><b>Well</b>: no pain</div><div><b>Not So Well</b>: agitation</div><div><b>Well</b>: sleeping</div><div><b>Not So Well</b>: a lot of sleeping</div><div><b>Well</b>: eating</div><div><b>Not So Well</b>: very little communication</div><div><br /></div><div>We found a wonderful home health aide</div><div>through Bridget's Irish Nurses.</div><div>Lidia is Russian.</div><div>She is thoughtful, caring, attentive.</div><div>She is at my mother's side the entire time,</div><div>unless she's making lunch or folding laundry.</div><div>She gives good advice and comforting hugs.</div><div>We are so fortunate to find such a wonderful caregiver.</div><div>We called for an additional Irish/Russian nurse as</div><div>we need round the clock care now.</div><div>(I'm writing this at 2:15 am - I'm on overnight duty)</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a visit from our doctor today.</div><div>Yeah, the head of Mt. Sinai's Neuro Oncology dept. makes house calls.</div><div>He's also about 2 years younger than Doogie Howser.</div><div>He told us what we really already knew, but when</div><div>Doogie tells you, it's okay.</div><div>Oh, that and the fact that the mouse trap in the</div><div>kitchen snapped while he was telling us lightened the mood.</div><div><br /></div><div>On a -<b>SO NOT MORBID</b>- note:</div><div>Mom received Last Rites today.</div><div>seriously, <b>SO NOT MORBID</b>.</div><div>It was actually beautiful and I was so</div><div>glad I was able to take part in it.</div><div>The priest came when family and friends</div><div>were here, we all joined hands and prayed together.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, that's where we are right now.</div><div>Yeah, it sucks, but that's life....and death</div><div>and we motor through.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1095222867931482911?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-43024854024679547412012-01-18T19:26:00.000-05:002012-01-18T19:27:32.673-05:00Yup.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4302485402467954741?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-79989440493817930852012-01-17T17:51:00.004-05:002012-01-17T22:11:25.754-05:00<div>I was going to post yet another cancer rant</div><div><div>but instead I am telling you about</div><div>MY NEWEST FAVORITE THING</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P40bzG_qK7c/TxX7pIJmD3I/AAAAAAAACec/-_k-qZsd8mM/s1600/11-22-63.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P40bzG_qK7c/TxX7pIJmD3I/AAAAAAAACec/-_k-qZsd8mM/s400/11-22-63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698737587488165746" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Started reading this on Friday.</div><div>I cannot wait to finish it tonight.</div><div>It's so good, I don't want it to end.</div><div>I keep coming up with excuses not to </div><div>sit down and finish it.</div><div>It's really good!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>*Update: 10:11 pm</div><div>Just finished it.</div><div>Great book.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7998944049381793085?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-13888140576517972412012-01-14T06:43:00.005-05:002012-01-14T07:01:17.313-05:00Thank God for the gym.<div><br /></div><div>Yeah, six months ago, I never would</div><div>have said anything like that.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Six months ago I was a professional sitter.</div><div>I could sit on the couch like nobody's business.</div><div>If there was a sitting event in the Olympics I would medal.</div><div><br /></div></div><div>Lovin' the gym, people!!</div><div><br /></div><div>If you've been reading my blog, you know that</div><div>not too long ago Paul my trainer not my husband</div><div>broke up with me, and all he left me with was a</div><div>rotten case of golfer's elbow (which happens when</div><div>your trainer who is leaving the gym and doesn't seem to</div><div>care, throws a medicine ball to you waaay to hard and</div><div>you catch it and think 'OW, WTF?')</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I have a new trainer; Jeff.</div><div>Just Jeff.</div><div>I was a little apprehensive to work with someone new.</div><div>But......</div><div>Jeff</div><div>Is</div><div>Terrific!!!</div><div>He's older than I am.</div><div>He understands that I want to get into shape, not go through basic training.</div><div>He does NOT text all during our sessions.</div><div>He's funny.</div><div>I like Jeff.</div><div>I think about him all the time because</div><div>MY BODY ACHES FOR DAYS AFTER A TRAINING SESSION!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm no longer a sitter.</div><div>I have more energy than I ever had in my life.</div><div>I feel great.</div><div>I can go, go, go.</div><div>All that stuff that people say about exercise....</div><div>IT'S TRUE!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know how I'd get through my mother's illness</div><div>if I didn't have the gym, both for the energy aspect</div><div>and the 'focus on something else' aspect.</div><div>The gym is my therapy.</div><div>Have to run, I have a therapy session at 8am!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1388814057651797241?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-31678283600069024122012-01-11T05:52:00.001-05:002012-01-11T05:52:58.329-05:00Dad is coming around.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3167828360006902412?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-49648832780698287312012-01-08T07:26:00.003-05:002012-01-08T07:50:40.246-05:00Ok, so my mother is dying.<div>Ok, we know that.</div><div>We all know that.</div><div> </div><div>This past week she has deteriorated quite a bit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Her doctor ordered a hospital bed for the house</div><div>so she wouldn't have to be taken upstairs.</div><div>Great.</div><div>The bed comes.</div><div>It's much smaller than I expected, not "hospitally" looking.</div><div>We put quilts and fluffy pillows on it to make it look like home.</div><div><br /></div><div>DAD DOESN'T WANT HER TO USE IT.</div><div><br /></div><div>My 71 year old father would rather carry her upstairs</div><div>to their bed. </div><div>We're all worried he's going to have a heart attack or</div><div>fall down the stairs.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mother decided that she wanted to sleep in the hospital bed.</div><div>Great!</div><div>I purchased a baby monitor so my father could hear her if she called.</div><div>As we're putting her in the bed my father says:</div><div>"Wouldn't you rather go upstairs to your own big bed?"</div><div>STOP!!! </div><div>THIS IS BETTER!!!</div><div>-no I didn't say that.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also spent hours on the phone with the </div><div>social worker and medicare</div><div>to find out about home health care.</div><div>I get all the info, relay it to my father and he says.</div><div>"We don't want that."</div><div>REALLY??? - WE NEED THAT!!!</div><div>-no I didn't say that either.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok.</div><div>I know he is grieving.</div><div>I know he is trying to deal with this horrible</div><div>situation as best he can, or actually, any way he can.</div><div>I know they have very little control over what is</div><div>happening and these are two things they can control.</div><div>I have to keep telling myself that.</div><div>I have to be supportive.</div><div>Ugh.</div><div>It's like a crazy house.</div><div>A crazy house full of love, but crazy nonetheless.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4964883278069828731?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-74119927508495394582012-01-06T22:13:00.003-05:002012-01-06T22:15:13.120-05:00<div style="text-align: left;">Before:</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xcNc88ZoQQ/Twe4kpnsM4I/AAAAAAAACeQ/uO0habezXsw/s1600/IMG_0995.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PM6ltksCN4/Twe4dVNZwpI/AAAAAAAACeE/6zviU6-gUk8/s1600/IMG_0956.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PM6ltksCN4/Twe4dVNZwpI/AAAAAAAACeE/6zviU6-gUk8/s400/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694723067882357394" /></a><br /><br /><div>After!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xcNc88ZoQQ/Twe4kpnsM4I/AAAAAAAACeQ/uO0habezXsw/s400/IMG_0995.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694723193620411266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7411992750849539458?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-52555863206351848652012-01-04T14:56:00.005-05:002012-01-04T15:05:56.942-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB1q9jzBt7w/TwSwPxKeLNI/AAAAAAAACdU/M0bsdwDtepU/s1600/383921_154101298026943_150746415029098_147589_1610285134_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>So, Dylan's band, <i>One For The Books,</i> performed in the school talent show.<div>They were <b>GREAT</b>!!!</div><div>Seriously, <b>GREAT</b>!!!</div><div>Check this out.</div><div>Dyan is the one in red.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB1q9jzBt7w/TwSwPxKeLNI/AAAAAAAACdU/M0bsdwDtepU/s400/383921_154101298026943_150746415029098_147589_1610285134_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693869613844933842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwK5Adq4zvg/TwSwejXXzKI/AAAAAAAACdg/bIMP6tTx_Do/s400/IMG_0939.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693869867838983330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ_1oSAXUIU/TwSw44d4YJI/AAAAAAAACd4/_4D3y9TnZQI/s400/IMG_0938.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693870320180027538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5255586320635184865?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-41555869174992353782012-01-01T20:17:00.002-05:002012-01-01T20:19:39.743-05:00I claimed today for me.<div>I slept late.</div><div>I laid around in my pajamas.</div><div>I ate.</div><div>I surfed the net in my pajamas.</div><div>I ate.</div><div>I watched TV in my pajamas.</div><div>I ate.</div><div>I went for a run - not in my pajamas.</div><div>I showered.</div><div>I put on new pajamas.</div><div>I watched TV in my new pajamas.</div><div>I cooked sausage and peppers in my new pajamas.</div><div>I'm watching the last Harry Potter movie in my new pajamas.</div><div>All me, all day.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4155586917499235378?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-45405937415162572752011-12-30T21:30:00.019-05:002011-12-30T23:01:25.523-05:00<div>I'd have to call today one of the</div><div>5 worst days of my life so far.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>My mother's younger sister</div><div>is an alcoholic - on and off the wagon for years.</div><div>Lost her</div><div>marriage</div><div>children</div><div>2 businesses</div><div>-broke into her neighbor's house to steal booze</div><div>-drove her car into a lake</div><div>-drank mouth wash and turpentine</div><div>You get the picture, right?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, this sister wanted to come down from</div><div>Vermont and stay with my mother </div><div>and take care of her this week.</div><div>(mom has stage 4 brain cancer)</div><div><br /></div><div>Really?</div><div><br /></div><div>Dad said <b>no way</b>.</div><div>Mom wanted her here, wanted to give her a chance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lame ass solution:</div><div>her enabling boyfriend brought her down last night.</div><div>He was going to "watch her" and take her home if</div><div>she drank.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, apparently, the boyfriend isn't a very good watcher.</div><div><br /></div><div>9:40am - voice mail from the boyfriend:</div><div>"Hi this is Les. She's drinking, I have to take her home. </div><div>Can you come stay with your mother right away?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Way to go, Les!</div><div><br /></div><div>Um. I'm at work.</div><div>30 minutes away.</div><div>Dad is at work.</div><div>Mom is home with a drunk and some guy named Les.</div><div>I. Am. Furious.</div><div>Like 'can't see straight' furious.</div><div>Left work</div><div>Called Paul who was still home, asked him to</div><div>get over there and said:</div><div><b>"DON'T LET THEM LEAVE BEFORE I GET THERE"</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Did you know a Volkswagen Beetle can go 100 mph?</div><div>Neither did I until I looked down and saw it.</div><div>I've never driven that fast and no, I'm not proud of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I got to the house, Paul said he could "feel"</div><div>me coming and when I walked in </div><div>I was like a <b>FIREBALL</b>.</div><div>I walked right over to the drunk </div><div>who was lying on the couch</div><div>leaned in, pointed my finger at her and said:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE</b></div><div><b>AND DON'T EVER COME HERE AGAIN</b></div><div><b>YOU SELFISH, SELFISH BEAST!"</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Then I went to see if my mother</div><div>was alright. She was fine, but sad.</div><div>Les and the drunk drove off.</div><div><br /></div><div>After my father got home,</div><div>I went home and went to bed.</div><div>I was absolutely exhausted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Had a gym appt. at 4.</div><div>Didn't want to go.</div><div>Didn't think I'd make it through.</div><div>Was all set to cut it short,</div><div>take a shower</div><div>take a Xanax </div><div>and go to bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went.</div><div>Focused.</div><div>Worked.</div><div>Loved it.</div><div>Washed away all the craziness of the day.</div><div>As Paul cooked dinner I kept asking him</div><div>"Tell me what I said again?"</div><div>"How did I say it?"</div><div>"How did I sound?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Today started out as one of the</div><div>worst days I have ever, ever had</div><div>but ended up not so bad.</div><div>I took care of business.</div><div>I am a bad ass.</div><div>A bad ass fireball.</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4540593741516257275?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-39192743591404092862011-12-29T20:25:00.001-05:002011-12-29T20:26:03.998-05:00So, anyone up for a game?<div><br /></div><div>My screen name is</div><div>Pne Funny Mom.</div><div>yeah, Pne.</div><div>It was supposed to be </div><div>ONE funny mom</div><div>but I pressed the P instead of the O</div><div>and now I can't figure out how to change it.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3919274359140409286?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-768696858960216572011-12-26T10:45:00.006-05:002011-12-26T11:20:45.943-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Ok, so this isn't the best Christmas.</div><div>Ok. So what.</div><div><br /></div>Usually we go to Massachusetts for Christmas,<div>(all you burglars out there, make a note for next year)<div>Paul's sister lives there. His father comes and</div></div><div>sometimes his brother shows up.</div><div><br /></div><div>My folks always go to Connecticut.</div><div><br /></div><div>But we always spend Christmas Eve together.</div><div>We go to a local pub, Gallagher's and</div><div>we all have Gallagher's burgers.</div><div><br /></div><div>This year, we STILL had our burgers,</div><div>but we ordered in:</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKWK4jwBemg/TvibZCuGUTI/AAAAAAAACcY/96a8OaVg-lg/s1600/gallaghers2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-JKWK4jwBemg/TvibZCuGUTI/AAAAAAAACcY/96a8OaVg-lg/s400/gallaghers2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690468983711879474" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KiuArtGZAO8/TvibYTbkqdI/AAAAAAAACcM/qC3rlJggzAo/s1600/gallaghers%2B3%2B.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-KiuArtGZAO8/TvibYTbkqdI/AAAAAAAACcM/qC3rlJggzAo/s400/gallaghers%2B3%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690468971017710034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This was us at Gallaghers two months ago:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaa0HSD4y_Y/TviboNdXQmI/AAAAAAAACck/Se124_yZ8ug/s400/gallaghers%2Boct.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690469244292514402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>As for Christmas traveling, my parents</div><div>decided they wouldn't be able to make the</div><div>trip to CT so I stayed behind to spend Christmas</div><div>with them.</div><div>I cooked a 5lb beef tenderloin.</div><div>I was so worried about overcooking it</div><div>that I waaaay undercooked it.</div><div>It was so rare it was blue inside.</div><div>-dad loved it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss my son and husband, but I'm glad</div><div>I stayed behind.</div><div>My parents need help.</div><div>It's too much for my father.</div><div><br /></div><div>I called Hospice this morning, just for information.</div><div>The woman on the line was </div><div>so wonderful</div><div>so supportive</div><div>so full of information.</div><div>I cried.</div><div>She said she was praying for our family.</div><div>More angels.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-76869685896021657?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-71132411568380210002011-12-25T23:16:00.004-05:002011-12-25T23:18:31.183-05:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Look what I got for Christmas.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBWycJnwZ1E/Tvf1Nwv30QI/AAAAAAAACb0/5t4G1B6iGTQ/s1600/12733417.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBWycJnwZ1E/Tvf1Nwv30QI/AAAAAAAACb0/5t4G1B6iGTQ/s400/12733417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690286270978707714" /></a>Purple and black weight lifting gloves.<div><br /><div>Yeah, I'm a bad ass.<br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7113241156838021000?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-46761116224838520472011-12-23T10:26:00.002-05:002011-12-23T10:27:18.107-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tggydMkWcgQ/TvSdzTMZADI/AAAAAAAACbc/OmK3AutR5Wc/s1600/IMG_5848.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-tggydMkWcgQ/TvSdzTMZADI/AAAAAAAACbc/OmK3AutR5Wc/s400/IMG_5848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689345733926912050" /></a><br />This is pretty much what the<div>inside of my head looks like these days.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4676111622483852047?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-67524402350358154852011-12-23T08:00:00.002-05:002011-12-23T09:33:16.792-05:00Make pea soup.<div>Bake cookies.</div><div>Thank you notes.</div><div>Parents' House</div><div>Gym.</div><div>Shower.</div><div>Drive Dylan to a party.</div><div>Xanax.</div><div>Bed.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6752440235035815485?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-50122962342449938972011-12-20T18:45:00.003-05:002011-12-20T19:01:29.410-05:00<div>Stopped at my folks house this morning</div><div>to drop something off for later.</div><div>Dad had to run an errand, asked me</div><div>to wait around in case my mother woke up.</div><div><br /></div><div>He left.</div><div>She woke up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok.</div><div>I can handle this.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got her a cup of coffee - with a straw.</div><div>Good start.</div><div>Then she wanted to get up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, I can handle this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Got her up.</div><div>Got her washed up.</div><div>Got her dressed.</div><div>Lots of laughter, </div><div>a few tears, </div><div>but lots of laughter.</div><div><br /></div><div>I told her we'd have to wait until</div><div>Dad got back to get downstairs.</div><div>I don't think I could manage the stairs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dad came back.</div><div>I went to work.</div><div><br /></div><div>2:15.</div><div>Get a call that mom needs help.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, I can handle this.</div><div>(I'll be honest, I didn't think that</div><div>at the time)</div><div><br /></div><div>I drove home WAY too fast.</div><div><br /></div><div>Took care of things.</div><div><br /></div><div>I handled it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been praying for strength.</div><div>My prayers are being answered.</div><div>I am grateful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and I'm grateful for egg nog too.</div><div>Mom and I rested and each had a</div><div>glass of really heavily spiked egg nog.</div><div>We earned it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5012296234244993897?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-33720679416988230992011-12-16T19:07:00.004-05:002011-12-18T11:32:17.339-05:00<div><div>(me screaming)</div><div><b>PAUL MY TRAINER NOT MY HUSBAND</b></div><div><b>BROKE UP WITH ME!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Today was my first day back at</div><div>the gym after almost 2 weeks </div><div>of knee trouble.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was so psyched to go back!</div><div><br /></div><div>Paul my trainer not my husband</div><div>walked over, made a little small talk</div><div>and then said...</div><div>"I have to tell you something. Today is my last day."</div><div><br /></div><div>screeching halt - <b>WHAT</b>??!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>We've been through so much together.</div><div>You know that my mother is sick.</div><div>I know that your parents are splitting up.</div><div>You know about my knee arthritis.</div><div>I know about your shoulder damage.</div><div>You know I hate ab work.</div><div>I know you like 'spanish chicks'.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>You know how much I weigh!!!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Ok, I'm happy for him.</div><div>He's taking a full time job.</div><div>He's been looking to do something</div><div>more with his life - see how much I know!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm just being selfish.</div><div>Paul my trainer not my husband</div><div>understood me, he got me.</div><div>Now I have to try to find that again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bummer.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3372067941698823099?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-38803188055429322012011-12-14T05:59:00.004-05:002011-12-14T06:17:34.970-05:00<div>Monday was a tough day.</div>Went with my parents to chemo.<div>As we were struggling to get my mother</div><div>down some stairs and through some doors</div><div>I noticed at least 5 people just standing</div><div>there watching us.</div><div>JUST STANDING THERE.</div><div>JUST WATCHING.</div><div>...um, how about holding a door open??!!</div><div>My poor mother is struggling with a walker</div><div>and she has no balance and </div><div>NO ONE CAN EVEN HOLD A DOOR?</div><div>Well, I had had it.</div><div>I said</div><div>OUT LOUD</div><div><br /></div><div>"I CAN'T BELIEVE THESE FUCKERS!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I really thought my father would backhand me </div><div>for saying that, but I'm pretty sure he was thinking</div><div>the same exact thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, one of the fuckers manned up</div><div>and opened a door for us.</div><div>I thanked him profusely.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>So, 3 hours at chemo.</div><div>My dad had a game that night,</div><div>so after work, I went over to their</div><div>house and made dinner and stayed</div><div>with my mother until dad came home.</div><div>My brother Ken came over, we had a good</div><div>time, but I see what's coming.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want to do this.</div><div>I don't want it to happen.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, I'm scared. </div><div><br /></div><div>That night I had a wonderful dream.</div><div>It was about me and my friend Karen.</div><div>Karen is a mom at school, a social worker</div><div>a wonderful source of encouragement and a</div><div>very good friend.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen asked if I wanted to go out on her boat.</div><div>BUT, she told me to swim out ahead of the boat.</div><div>As I was swimming, huge swells formed in the water.</div><div>Huge.</div><div>I remember thinking, this is what it was like in the</div><div>movie Castaway.</div><div>I was scared and kept thinking that the swells would</div><div>crash down on me and I would drown.</div><div>As each swell approached, I looked back at Karen, </div><div>and she would yell to me</div><div>"You'll be okay."</div><div>and I would ride the swell only to encounter the</div><div>next larger swell, sure it was going to come </div><div>crashing down on my head.</div><div>Again, I would look back at Karen, terrified.</div><div>"You're going to be okay!"</div><div>Again and again it happened and again and again,</div><div>I rode each swell.</div><div>Nothing crashing down on me.</div><div>Eventually, we made it through the rough water</div><div>and as we finally floated in the calm, I looked at her</div><div>and she said,</div><div>"I told you you'd make it through."</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to make it through.</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3880318805542932201?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-74585134434099808792011-12-08T19:03:00.003-05:002011-12-08T20:51:05.502-05:00<div><div>So, my GOOD knee had been bothering me for</div><div>a few days. I figured I strained it on my </div><div>new favorite thing at the gym (rower).</div></div><div>Ok, so I'll stay off it for awhile, fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I'm going through my day,</div><div>minding my own business</div><div>when all of a sudden</div><div><br /></div><div><b>POP!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>My knee went </div><div><br /></div><div><b>POP!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Then</div><div><br /></div><div><b>PAIN!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Hmmm, something is wrong.</div><div>(I am a genius)</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I went to the doctor and he said</div><div>it looks like I had something called a</div><div>Bakers Cyst (gross)</div><div>which burst (grosser)</div><div>and caused the pain and swelling </div><div>and was likely caused by </div><div>a torn miniscus.</div><div><br /></div><div>Great.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I took the week off from the gym</div><div>which is</div><div>KILLING ME.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gym=Crack for Kerry</div><div><br /></div><div>Next up - MRI.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7458513443409980879?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-65898525743119691312011-12-05T05:45:00.005-05:002011-12-05T06:10:47.287-05:00Tough weekend for my mother.<div>I brought dinner over to my parents yesterday</div><div>and my mother was in bed.<br /><div>She has no strength at all in her legs.</div><div>She's been using a walker to get around,</div><div>but yesterday she just couldn't get up.</div><div>My poor father.</div><div>Why didn't he call me??</div><div>I think he's exhausted, </div><div>and doesn't know what to do.</div><div>I checked on my mother,</div><div>made sure my father was "ok"</div><div>then went home to plan the week.</div><div>I was stressing.</div><div><div>I would leave work early to be home</div><div>with mom so my Dad could work</div></div><div>Dylan could walk over after school.</div><div>I called my brother, his wife was available on Monday.</div><div>Should we call Hospice?</div><div>I don't know what to do....</div><div>WHY DON'T I KNOW WHAT TO DO!</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div>Then the <b>Angels</b> arrived.</div><div>A little later I called my father to see how he was doing.</div><div>I heard all these voices in the background.</div><div>My mother's friends had stopped by, </div><div>saw what was going on and rallied!</div><div>They worked together to get her up </div><div>and brought her downstairs.</div><div>One, who happens to be a nurse, </div><div>arranged to take a few days off</div><div>to stay over night for a couple of days.</div><div>One is calling a friend who works with Hospice.</div><div>One got a pizza and they had a pizza party!</div><div>Ok, we're going to be ok for a few days.</div><div>These angels, are going to help us.</div><div>Help us figure out what we need to do.</div><div>I truly believe in <b>Angels</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6589852574311969131?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-13424858516434007222011-12-04T12:46:00.003-05:002011-12-04T12:51:43.393-05:00<div><div>I thought this was pretty amusing when I saw it.</div><div>So much so, that I had to take a picture:</div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rMvRLDoUvo/TtuzGFbm4SI/AAAAAAAACbQ/ohhrdy0mwss/s1600/IMG_0916.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rMvRLDoUvo/TtuzGFbm4SI/AAAAAAAACbQ/ohhrdy0mwss/s400/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682332271976571170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>I have since learned that one can cook with<div><a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2314317_cook-green-bananas.html">Green Bananas</a>.</div><div>Thank goodness they are the same price</div><div>as the ripe ones.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1342485851643400722?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-89198668448125704292011-12-03T11:05:00.005-05:002011-12-04T07:43:47.988-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddPLOM31k_Y/TtpJo8XBU9I/AAAAAAAACas/CGv32jKgKu4/s1600/snug.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7m3f13ZPpU/TtpIzHEwMJI/AAAAAAAACag/Fjnh0tmEaw4/s1600/vision-fitness-rowing-machine-15922-7479_zoom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-i7m3f13ZPpU/TtpIzHEwMJI/AAAAAAAACag/Fjnh0tmEaw4/s400/vision-fitness-rowing-machine-15922-7479_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681933922790813842" /></a>This is my newest favorite thing.<div>The rowing machine at the gym.</div><div>Great cardio workout.</div><div>I did it Monday and Wednesday with </div><div>Paul my trainer, not my husband.</div><div>I am reallllly feeling the effects of it today.</div><div>My back and hip</div><div>ACHED</div><div>all night.</div><div>I got a terrible night sleep.</div><div>I'm going back to bed with a</div><div>heating pad and a good book</div><div>all snuggled up in one of my all time favorite things</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddPLOM31k_Y/TtpJo8XBU9I/AAAAAAAACas/CGv32jKgKu4/s400/snug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681934847627580370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px; " /></span></div><div>my Brookstone snuggie.</div><div>I prefer to call it a slanket.</div><div>The fabric is plush and warm and soft.</div><div>Yup, going back to bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>*So I took a 3 hr.nap with the heating pad.</div><div>Back is good as new.</div><div>Off to the gym!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8919866844812570429?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-29425057397314135132011-11-30T06:00:00.001-05:002011-11-30T06:00:18.476-05:00I never want to have cancer.<div><br /></div><div>REALLY Kerry?</div><div><br /></div><div>I know, no one does, but I had a </div><div>chance to really think about it on Monday.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went with my mother to her chemo treatment.</div><div><br /></div><div>*for those of you who may not know, she</div><div>has a malignant brain tumor. </div><div>This is a second tumor.</div><div>The first was removed 2 years ago. </div><div>This one is inoperable*</div><div><br /></div><div>There were 6 cancer patients sitting in a room,</div><div>all hooked up to ivs, </div><div>all in various stages of hair loss. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was very sad, depressing.</div><div><br /></div><div>However....</div><div><br /></div><div>What I did notice was the amazing sense of</div><div><b>COMMUNITY</b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">t</span>hese wonderful people had.</div><div><br /></div><div>They are all on the same schedule so they</div><div>see each other every other week.</div><div>They were talking about their</div><div>Thanksgivings</div><div>grandchildren</div><div>hobbies</div><div><br /></div><div>There was a true sense of</div><div><b>caring</b></div><div><b>understanding</b></div><div><b>community</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I still don't ever want cancer.</div><div><b>I don't want anyone to ever have cancer.</b></div><div>I want those six people-</div><div>The six people I spent 2 hours with</div><div>to get better</div><div>and to spend time with their grandchildren</div><div>to knit closets full of sweaters</div><div>to have many more Thanksgivings.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cancer sucks.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-2942505739731413513?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-49919423092948798852011-11-28T20:21:00.002-05:002011-11-28T20:24:06.288-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdLoU1TqEhQ/TtQz_AY8NrI/AAAAAAAACaU/3U843P0e9vM/s1600/1861323356.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Yeah, so remember when I<div><b>CRIED</b></div><div><b>AT</b></div><div><b>THE</b></div><div><b>GYM</b></div><div>last week because I couldn't do</div><div>that crazy sit up throw the ball thing?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well.......</div><div>I went back today.</div><div>I tried it again.</div><div>AND</div><div>I </div><div>DID</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdLoU1TqEhQ/TtQz_AY8NrI/AAAAAAAACaU/3U843P0e9vM/s400/1861323356.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680222187550422706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Am.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Awesome.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4991942309294879885?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-36291168283556905962011-11-27T08:14:00.000-05:002011-11-27T08:15:10.422-05:00....to be down 30.<div>5 to go.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3629116828355690596?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-43814541796466215262011-11-24T07:53:00.004-05:002011-11-24T08:15:57.460-05:00<div>I bought my Thanksgiving Turkey at Target.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now how many of you can say THAT??!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanksgiving used to be MY HOLIDAY.</div><div>It has moved around a bit in the last </div><div>couple of years.</div><div>Anyway...</div><div>I have never purchased a turkey.</div><div>My mother always ordered a fresh turkey for us.</div><div>My father would pick it up and bring it to my house.</div><div>My father was the turkey fairy.</div><div>"Kerry, where do turkeys come from?"</div><div>"Daddy."</div><div><br /></div><div>Last Saturday, I was at Target when my </div><div>cell phone rang.</div><div><br /></div><div>"We're all coming to you for Thanksgiving."</div><div><br /></div><div>Okaaaay.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I hung up the phone, turned to my right</div><div>and there was a freezer full of Butterballs.</div><div>Oh look, Target sells turkey.</div><div>I'd better buy this big ball of poultry ice because</div><div>there probably aren't any left at the grocery store.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dummy.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, if I don't make any more entries</div><div>on this blog, it's because I let the frozen</div><div>turkey sit on my deck for a day to defrost</div><div>and I then ate it and died from salmonella.</div><div><br /></div><div>(I'll be back, it was still frozen after a day</div><div>so I stuck it in the fridge)</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4381454179646621526?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-76478696666202293652011-11-18T20:01:00.011-05:002011-11-18T20:51:35.439-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0tk_oxxGPs/TscEGE_Y8SI/AAAAAAAACaI/YJ6rrflATCE/s1600/img_48c9c29eab214200-rocky_crunches_2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Uig_-MAnw/TscD-i42KTI/AAAAAAAACZ8/KI-roZrxF0U/s1600/img_48c9c29ea63f6200-rocky_crunches_1.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIW81q88xiM/TscCaz6kx9I/AAAAAAAACZw/CprJHtHZV28/s1600/QWT-134_Adjustable_Sit-Up_Decline_Bench.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>So, started out GREAT at the gym today.<div>Lots of weights.<br /><div>Did 4 sets of these:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Uig_-MAnw/TscD-i42KTI/AAAAAAAACZ8/KI-roZrxF0U/s400/img_48c9c29ea63f6200-rocky_crunches_1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676510228375808306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 270px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0tk_oxxGPs/TscEGE_Y8SI/AAAAAAAACaI/YJ6rrflATCE/s400/img_48c9c29eab214200-rocky_crunches_2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676510357789143330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 270px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">And seeing as my ab workouts are my</div><div style="text-align: left;">LEAST FAVORITE</div><div style="text-align: left;">and need the most work, I really</div><div style="text-align: left;">tried to kick butt, and succeeded!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was having a great time, working really hard.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then we walked over to the decline bench.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIW81q88xiM/TscCaz6kx9I/AAAAAAAACZw/CprJHtHZV28/s400/QWT-134_Adjustable_Sit-Up_Decline_Bench.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676508514959542226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ok. I can do this.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">A few sit ups.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Paul, my trainer, not my husband says </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b>we're </b>(love that)<b> </b></span>going to do 10 sets of 10.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Now, I'm no math wiz but I quickly come up with</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">100 sit ups.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">WTF?</span></div><div>Then he says</div><div>"When you come up, I'll throw the weighted</div><div>ball to you, you go down, come back up and</div><div>throw it to me."</div><div><br /></div><div>Um.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok.</div><div><br /></div><div>What?</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you want me to spin around and whistle Dixie too?</div><div><br /></div><div>But, hey, I'm game.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is what it was like, but instead of the</div><div>wall, I'm throwing the ball to Paul, my trainer,</div><div>not my husband:</div><div><iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vEf_0MMNW3M?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">So, I do 10.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">After 10 we rest.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">The we go again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I did two more and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b>I</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b>STARTED</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b>CRYING.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">It was so hard and I was having </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">so much trouble doing it and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b>I STARTED CRYING.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I think I scared the shit out of</span></div><div>Paul, my trainer, not my husband.</div><div><br /></div><div>He said, "Ok, ok, let's stop."</div><div>We walked away from the </div><div>terrible, horrible, no good, very bad decline bench.</div><div>Then he told me over and over again</div><div>that he was proud of me for always</div><div>trying new things.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was so spent and frustrated and</div><div><br /></div><div><b>I WAS CRYING AT THE GYM!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>He asked me if I wanted take a walk </div><div>outside but I said no, let's keep going.</div><div><br /></div><div>I stopped crying and we finished </div><div>up with some arms.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I got home I told </div><div>Paul, my husband, not my trainer that</div><div><b>I </b></div><div><b>Cried</b></div><div><b>at</b></div><div><b>the </b></div><div><b>gym.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>He <b>LAUGHED AT ME.</b></div><div>I'm like,</div><div>Look dude. I am strong now.</div><div>I can kick the shit out of you!</div><div>He said he was laughing because he can't </div><div>believe that I am so into this fitness thing</div><div>that it could make me</div><div><b>CRY AT THE GYM.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, ok.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I will go back to that exercise that made me</div><div><b>CRY AT THE GYM</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will get better at it.</div><div>Maybe not this week, but I will try again.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7647869666620229365?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-64822749733928545902011-11-17T06:07:00.005-05:002011-11-17T06:28:33.230-05:00So, I'm at the gym on Tuesday, <div>1 hr session with Paul, my trainer not my husband</div><div>and all of a sudden he says, </div><div>"You know what, maybe we should just call it a day. I don't </div><div>think you have it in you."</div><div><br /></div><div>*sound effects* car skidding to a halt.</div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT?!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, let me back up and set the scene.</div><div>We were working on</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ABS.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">First on the mat doing double crunches.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><img border="0" src="http://www.sport-fitness-advisor.com/images/abdominal_exercises_double_crunches.gif" align="Right" width="200" height="200" alt="Double crunches" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Truly the worst thing I have</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">EVER DONE at the gym.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">EVER.</span></div><div>4 sets of 20.</div><div>I was stopping after 10.</div><div>Sometimes doing one then resting.</div><div>Oh and I may have been complaining a little.</div><div>Paul, my trainer not my husband actually</div><div>SAT DOWN while I was trying to finish.</div><div><br /></div><div>THEN</div><div>we went right over to the torture chair</div><div><br /></div><div><img class="over off" src="http://th239.photobucket.com/albums/ff20/michaelwong75/bodybuilding/th_Abdominal-Crunch-Machine.gif" galleryimg="no" style="width: 140px; height: 95px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Also known as the abdominal crunch machine.</div><div>I was like</div><div>"ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME??"</div><div>Please note that I did not say that</div><div>but I'm pretty sure my thoughts were</div><div>singing out loud and clear.</div><div><br /></div><div>THAT</div><div>was when he said, "Maybe we're done."</div><div><br /></div><div>I said, "No, I just can't do this anymore. How </div><div>about arms? </div><div>PLEASE LET'S TORTURE MY ARMS FOR AWHILE!!!"</div><div>I sounded like a crack head.</div><div><br /></div><div>So we finished up with arms but the whole time</div><div>Paul, my trainer not my husband was very quiet.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, yesterday I had another training session.</div><div>I said...</div><div>"About yesterday.....I did some thinking and maaaaybe</div><div>I complained a little, I'm sorry."</div><div>He said, everyone <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">whines</span> now and then.</div><div><br /></div><div>OMG</div><div>I was whining at the gym???!!!!</div><div>I AM PAYING THIS GUY TO LISTEN TO ME WHINE??</div><div><br /></div><div>Then he said, no, you weren't whining, maybe complaining</div><div>a little.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I said, the next time I complain just tell me to</div><div>SHUT IT.</div><div><br /></div><div>He agreed.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the rest of my session I was all smiles.</div><div>Everything was 'AWESOME!'</div><div>NO COMPLAINING AT ALL.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is not going to last.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6482274973392854590?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-25903259526672389882011-11-15T06:00:00.004-05:002011-11-15T06:03:59.952-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgG-VcG3SgU/TsJGWxRzpMI/AAAAAAAACZI/2Ylbbr8RQcg/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Had a bit of "a day" yesterday.<div>Made a few stupid mistakes.<br /><div>Stayed at work to finish a project.</div><div>Headache.</div><div>Left work 2 hours later than I usually do.</div><div>Got home.</div><div><b>THESE GUYS</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgG-VcG3SgU/TsJGWxRzpMI/AAAAAAAACZI/2Ylbbr8RQcg/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgG-VcG3SgU/TsJGWxRzpMI/AAAAAAAACZI/2Ylbbr8RQcg/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675175837439337666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>had the table set and dinner waiting.</div><div>I'm a lucky girl.</div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-2590325952667238988?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-63438276455805351122011-11-14T05:28:00.002-05:002011-11-14T05:29:37.270-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xoDdgwWIys/TsDtdKXGgKI/AAAAAAAACY0/bCUwzsxons0/s1600/IMG_4190.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-5xoDdgwWIys/TsDtdKXGgKI/AAAAAAAACY0/bCUwzsxons0/s400/IMG_4190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674796615740063906" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6343827645580535112?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-30024012817346082172011-11-13T07:50:00.000-05:002011-11-13T07:51:36.666-05:00Started my Christmas shopping.<div>I am determined to be finished</div><div>by December 1st so I can enjoy </div><div>the holiday season!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3002401281734608217?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-45466548800970938452011-11-11T09:29:00.002-05:002011-11-11T09:32:53.066-05:00<div><br /></div>Here is today's Crossfit workout:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 14px; font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">For time:<br />1 mile Run<br />100 Pull-ups<br />200 Push-ups<br />300 Squats<br />1 mile Run</span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Partition the pull-ups, push-ups, and squats as needed. Start and finish with a mile run. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">If you've got a twenty pound vest or body armor, wear it.</span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></span></span></b></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Lol.</b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF0000;"><b>(no, I don't do Crossfit, but I am a little obsessed with it. I watch the Crossfit games over and over. It's amazing what the human body can do....not mine, but some human bodies.)</b></span></p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4546654880097093845?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-15494217472505655972011-11-06T07:36:00.010-05:002011-11-06T12:50:52.108-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ic7-xPaHHg/TraA2TiTNeI/AAAAAAAACXg/NWOu8nSr3qA/s1600/rowsquat2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>So, about a month ago I was doing </span><div>squats with a medicine ball</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ic7-xPaHHg/TraA2TiTNeI/AAAAAAAACXg/NWOu8nSr3qA/s400/rowsquat2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671862451165148642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And the next day I had very bad knee pain.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0L_nEgI-II/TraBHVCu5AI/AAAAAAAACXs/HGkSd0ArajI/s400/knee-pain-300x299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671862743627392002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 299px; " /></span></span></div><div>It goes back to the arthroscopic surgery I had in college</div><div>because I fell while doing this</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K81Wd4JADDw/TraBqanTMaI/AAAAAAAACX4/4IjMHHoKKpM/s400/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671863346418364834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 169px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">-another story for another time......</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Well, my knee has bothered me every day for a month.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I finally went to a doctor and he told me I have</span></div><div>"A LOAD OF ARTHRITIS IN MY KNEE."</div><div>-a load.</div><div>I guess that's a technical term.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urn7r4-UWyU/TraCcDSY_2I/AAAAAAAACYQ/gN_o99-T1MQ/s400/660358_f520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671864199150108514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">So he gave me a choice:</span></div><div>a) anti-inflamatory pills</div><div>b) cortisone shot</div><div><br /></div><div>I chose </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xXtlofLjZU/TraDbEKpz8I/AAAAAAAACYc/WlFGI6c9jWc/s400/syringe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671865281717850050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I got the shot on Friday, took it easy at the gym.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Saturday, I gave my new bionic knee a try.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">YEAH BABY!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I felt like a new woman!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I ran, and ran and ran.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Well, no, actually I walked, ran, walked some more,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">ran, walked, ran...you get the idea.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">(I walk till I'm bored, then run till I can't)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">NO PAIN!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Yeah, yeah, I know steroids are not the best,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">but I'm hoping that as I get in better shape</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">my knee won't bother me as much.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Damn surfing accident.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1549421747250565597?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-3849742612119481622011-10-30T12:34:00.005-04:002011-10-30T12:42:03.913-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr4Y9X6T-ds/Tq19HK3Bj1I/AAAAAAAACXU/-9fjM_tyf5Y/s1600/polar-elastic-chest-strap-258011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WWNTnTZdgZU/Tq188WtmfFI/AAAAAAAACXI/VU4fIFjpWzU/s1600/FT7-Heart-Rate-Monitor-by-P.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Allow me to introduce you to my new favorite toy;</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My Polar FT7 Heart Rate Monitor!</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WWNTnTZdgZU/Tq188WtmfFI/AAAAAAAACXI/VU4fIFjpWzU/s400/FT7-Heart-Rate-Monitor-by-P.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669324882260163666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 389px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Paul, my trainer, not my husband, suggested </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">invest in </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">one of these and since I do everything he tells me, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">I picked one up.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">It comes with a chest strap which holds the transmitter;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr4Y9X6T-ds/Tq19HK3Bj1I/AAAAAAAACXU/-9fjM_tyf5Y/s400/polar-elastic-chest-strap-258011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669325068057022290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">and since this woman has NO boobs(seriously, is she a boy??!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">and I have LOTS of boobs, I was </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">concerned it would be very uncomfortable.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">WRONG.It sits right under my SPORTS BRA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">and I forget I have it on.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Never even think about it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">You set you height, age and weight, push START</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">and it records your heart rate and calories burned during your workout.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">It even transmits my heart rate to the cardio machine I'm working on.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">BUT THE BEST PART - the BEST PART </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">is that it tracks my heart rate and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">CALORIES BURNED during my personal training sessions.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">No more guessing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">The first time I wore it I was sure I burned 5000 calories. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Imagine my surprise when my heart rate monitor read 258.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">WHAT??!! Ok. I just have to work harder next time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">And I did. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">451 next session. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Excellent.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">451 more calories to play with.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Love, love LOVE my heart rate monitor.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-384974261211948162?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-12432155367184154252011-10-29T10:08:00.002-04:002011-10-29T10:09:14.141-04:00Down 20.<div><br /></div><div>thrilled :-)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1243215536718415425?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-38284392480023755892011-10-27T20:11:00.006-04:002011-10-27T20:15:51.894-04:00Personal training session yesterday.<div>Paul, my trainer, not my husband</div><div>worked me so hard that </div><div>sweat was dripping off me.</div><div>There were drops of</div><div>"water" on the mat and</div><div>Paul, my trainer, not my husband</div><div>pointed it out and said,</div><div>"That's you."</div><div>Dripping.</div><div>My hamstrings are</div><div>KILLING ME today.</div><div>I haven't hurt this much since I </div><div><i>started</i> working out.</div><div><b>LOVE IT.</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3828439248002375589?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-12205176267424315092011-10-24T18:52:00.005-04:002011-10-26T06:28:04.469-04:0020 - count 'em, 20 push-ups<div>WITHOUT STOPPING</div><div>REAL push-ups, not "girly" push-ups.</div><div><br /></div><div>and 5 of these:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.gain-weight-muscle-fast.com/image-files/benchdipstop.gif" width="230" height="175" alt="Bench Dips - Top of Exercise" /><img src="http://www.gain-weight-muscle-fast.com/image-files/benchdipsbottom.gif" width="230" height="119" alt="Bench Dips - Bottom of Exercise" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I did a lot of other stuff too, but</div><div>the dips were new.</div><div>Not a favorite of mine. Nope.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1220517626742431509?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-79924179942487152052011-10-24T06:07:00.000-04:002011-10-24T06:08:17.337-04:00I need something to read.<div>Any suggestions?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7992417994248715205?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-15224626950627523392011-10-23T11:16:00.009-04:002011-10-23T11:26:53.054-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylv2jTimgKc/TqQw0uNI4vI/AAAAAAAACV0/N1Me39-RTd0/s1600/434eb3ec204db36f3ad87d257216.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>So, my son has been going to quite a few</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Sweet 16 parties lately.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">The last one was semi-formal.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">He wore:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">a navy blazer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">white shirt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">blue pants</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">blue madras bow tie</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">bucks</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">He said he was the best dressed guy there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">He said all the girls thought he was the </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">best dressed guy there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Lots of girls - lots of attention.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">So,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">for the next party he wanted a new bow tie.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">We got him this:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylv2jTimgKc/TqQw0uNI4vI/AAAAAAAACV0/N1Me39-RTd0/s400/434eb3ec204db36f3ad87d257216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666707913453396722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">And then we got him these to go with it:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypESxEGWosU/TqQw_eir2MI/AAAAAAAACWA/sJkMdu97nJk/s400/dockers-orange-pants.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666708098227361986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 299px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">The colors match up in real life.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); ">He'll wear them with a white shirt, blue blazer and these:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhAuU00c674/TqQxf6F8RoI/AAAAAAAACWk/4ZL6S7vM1lk/s400/converse-low-tops-23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666708655378810498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">He is so cool.</span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1522462695062752339?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-29138020300767374112011-10-19T19:35:00.004-04:002011-10-19T19:49:04.638-04:00Awake at 3:30am.<div>Worrying.</div><div>Out of bed at 4:00am.</div><div>Wore an outfit I will never wear again.</div><div>Hair did NOT cooperate.</div><div>Bad choice in jewelry.</div><div>No breakfast.</div><div>Work a little before 7:00am.</div><div>Stressful morning.</div><div>Loud outside my office all day.</div><div>Drat! Left my lunch at home.</div><div>Designer of necklace I am wearing should</div><div>be shot for putting sharp Ninja star type</div><div>thingys on it, as it is now cutting into my jugular.</div><div>Remove necklace, throw it into bag hoping it gets</div><div>all tangled.</div><div>Oh look, there's my lunch. It was in my bag after all.</div><div>Throw it out because it's warm and I already ate.</div><div>3:30 - ow.</div><div>Ow? </div><div>Yeah, ow. </div><div>Arm muscles starting to ache from yesterday's workout.</div><div>Not good if they hurt already. </div><div>What happened to the 48 hour rule??</div><div>Hair now an afro.</div><div>Did I really put that much eye liner on??</div><div>Cannot wait to get home and wash my face!</div><div>Headache.</div><div>Gym.</div><div>Hour session.</div><div>FAILED.</div><div>Didn't have it in me.</div><div>Did 1/2 hour.</div><div>So annoyed.</div><div>Bed early.</div><div>Try again tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-2913802030076737411?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-52751847364662755022011-10-18T06:02:00.003-04:002011-10-18T06:04:49.683-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtOAKwe8iDc/Tp1PBzTpziI/AAAAAAAACVo/12DQUOtTi_g/s1600/bratz_poster-12304.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>The other day someone said to me....<div>"You look great! You look like a Bratz Doll."</div><div><br /></div><div>*blink blink*</div><div><br /></div><div>What?</div><div>THIS is what Bratz Dolls look like:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtOAKwe8iDc/Tp1PBzTpziI/AAAAAAAACVo/12DQUOtTi_g/s400/bratz_poster-12304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664770798673055266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I think we can safely say I look </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">NOTHING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">like a Bratz Doll.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I think maybe my lipstick was too dark.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">....a Bratz Doll?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5275184736466275502?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-54000109496042736982011-10-16T09:07:00.002-04:002011-10-16T09:15:16.784-04:00I am exhausted!<div>This is our Fall Fair Weekend at school.</div><div>It is the biggest fundraiser of the year.</div><div>It's going so well.</div><div>I am so tired!</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday night was our kick-off party</div><div>with our silent and live auctions.</div><div>We have such generous families.</div><div>We raised A LOT!!!! of money!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday was the first day of our fair.</div><div>It's a big deal.</div><div>Rides, games, vendors, an international food tent.</div><div>My job is to make sure everyone has what then need.</div><div>They did not.</div><div>I was busy.</div><div>By the end of the day my feet were KILLING me.</div><div><div>I was asleep last night before my head hit</div><div>the pillow. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Today is the FINAL day of the fair.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had big dreams of going to the gym </div><div>early in the morning and getting it over with.</div><div>Yeah, didn't happen.</div><div>BUT I am running around all day and yesterday</div><div>I had to carry an enormous fire extinguisher</div><div>so I counted that as a mini work out.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am down 14 pounds!!</div><div>So happy about that.</div><div>This exercising thing REALLY does work.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, back to the fair.</div><div>Wish me luck!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5400010949604273698?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-84062821369900413882011-10-12T21:06:00.001-04:002011-10-12T21:06:59.774-04:00There are not enough hours in the day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8406282136990041388?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-81396429132131446652011-10-12T05:55:00.006-04:002011-10-12T06:09:53.461-04:00<div>Welcome to Crazy Week.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are gearing up for our biggest fund</div><div>raiser of the year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday I was at my desk at</div><div><br /></div><div><b>6:35 AM</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>It's just easier to get things done when</div><div>no one else is around.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8139642913213144665?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-44601268519809635982011-10-05T20:02:00.001-04:002011-10-08T00:29:22.224-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2iwOWgG_Cw/TozwQaTn84I/AAAAAAAACVY/XWEMwf8cRVM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B8.02.08%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2iwOWgG_Cw/TozwQaTn84I/AAAAAAAACVY/XWEMwf8cRVM/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B8.02.08%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660162996428075906" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4460126851980963598?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-9465761734999308682011-10-05T05:54:00.005-04:002011-10-06T05:58:51.799-04:00I just wrote this long boring blog post.<div>I deleted it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just wanted to say hi.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hi.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-946576173499930868?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-53857879231770788242011-10-01T07:58:00.001-04:002011-10-01T07:58:19.267-04:00:-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5385787923177078824?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-4815331845794170252011-09-28T06:14:00.001-04:002011-09-28T06:14:30.023-04:00So, I've been working out for 2 months now.<br />No, REALLY working out.<br />I go to the gym 5-6 days per week<br />and 3 of those days are with a personal trainer.<br />SEE??<br />REALLY working out.<br />What have I learned in 2 months?<br />Well.....<br /><br />I have learned that 1 hour with the trainer is MUCH better than 1/2 hour with the trainer.<br />Paul, my trainer, not my husband, feels he must get 60 minutes of torture into a 30 minute time frame.<br />I have learned that spreading the torture out is much better.<br /><br />I have learned that breathing is a good thing, and that sometimes I forget to do it.<br /><br />I have learned that yes, sometimes people throw up at the gym. (No, I haven't....yet)<br /><br />I have learned that even though I was once sure that I could do ANYTHING for 2 minutes, I was wrong. 2 minutes is a long freakin' time!<br /><br />I have learned that once I get past those two minutes, I will feel an amazing sense of accomplishment and the rest of the workout will be a <s>piece of cake</s>&nbsp;walk in the park.<br /><br />I have learned that waking up with aching muscles is a really good feeling.<br /><br />I have learned that this exercise thing is GREAT!!<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-481533184579417025?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-49408196545375106662011-09-26T06:21:00.003-04:002011-09-26T06:24:22.109-04:00I have neglected my blog, once again.<br />My office has entered it's busiest time of the year<br />and I have been putting in long days then heading<br />to the gym to complete less than stellar workout sessions.<br />What a difference stress makes!!<br /><br />I did however have a FANTASTIC date with my<br />husband last Tuesday night.<br />Paul and I went out with two other couples and<br />saw STEELY DAN at the BEACON!!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQZvdPRK_30/ToBQJC8EH1I/AAAAAAAACVM/o6TDUIayi3M/s1600/IMG_0861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQZvdPRK_30/ToBQJC8EH1I/AAAAAAAACVM/o6TDUIayi3M/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />They were playing a week of concerts and<br />each night they played a different album.<br />Of course, the night we went, they played<br />The Royal Scam<br />and I knew ZERO songs from it.<br />Zero.<br />That's okay. I like them and like the music.<br />However......<br />once they finished the album it was like they<br />started a second concert.<br />They played all these songs I knew, such as<br />Aja<br />Hey Nineteen<br />Peg<br />and my favorite....Reelin In the Years!!<br />It was AWESOME!!!<br />The theater was full of aging hippies...and yuppies.<br />There was a huge guy sitting behind Paul who had<br />long gray hair and just kept yelling out<br />YEAH!!!!! every few minutes all through the concert.<br />YEAH<br />the same YEAH over and over and over again.<br />It never varied, same pitch, volume. Same YEAH!<br />Every time he stood up, he kneed Paul in the head so<br />sometimes it was...<br />"YEAH, oh sorry man. YEAH!"<br />I think I got a contact high.<br />Seriously, it was like it was right on<br />top of us, but those people were smooth, you never saw anyone<br />smoking. Maybe they were piping the smoke in through the air vents.<br />The best part was this:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RX0cKjD43E8/ToBQToVMNjI/AAAAAAAACVQ/xTWwZblBXTA/s1600/IMG_0859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RX0cKjD43E8/ToBQToVMNjI/AAAAAAAACVQ/xTWwZblBXTA/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>THAT is the line for the men's room.<br />LINE<br />FOR<br />MEN'S<br />ROOM.<br />Tell me, have you ever seen anything like that??<br />Well, most of the the people at the concert were men<br />and they were drinking - a lot.<br />Hence the line.<br />There was NO LINE for the ladies room.<br />Women were just running in there because they could!<br />We'd come back from a bathroom run and say to some woman - "Hey, no line!"<br />And she'd say, "Great, I'll just go because I can!"<br />It was a great night.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4940819654537510666?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-64845452506918179232011-09-19T19:39:00.002-04:002011-09-19T19:44:40.608-04:00Dear Dumbass,<br />Do not wear uncomfortable shoes to work when you have a 1 hour session with your trainer at the gym later!<br />Signed,<br />Your Broken, Battered Feet!<br />(treadmill endurance workout. OMG.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6484545250691817923?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-82367375837456079972011-09-18T12:38:00.001-04:002011-09-18T12:38:50.344-04:00So, I set a goal for myself this year....<br />To read 50 books.<br />As of today, I'm at 40.<br />I really thought I'd blow through it during the summer, but I just didn't feel like reading all that much.<br />So, I have 10 to go.<br />Any suggestions?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8236737583745607997?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-78289771280830010802011-09-15T06:09:00.002-04:002011-09-15T06:09:40.526-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObrG3F3RGn0/TnHOPpyolYI/AAAAAAAACVI/RRSKBH48nZI/s1600/dad+and+sheila.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObrG3F3RGn0/TnHOPpyolYI/AAAAAAAACVI/RRSKBH48nZI/s320/dad+and+sheila.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>These are my parents.<br />They're going through a very tough time right now.<br />My mother is very sick.<br />If you get a moment, could you please send some good thoughts their way?<br />Thank you.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7828977128083001080?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-43198921477458563232011-09-14T06:16:00.000-04:002011-09-14T06:17:05.976-04:00Work - internet in and out, took me waaaay too long to accomplish a simple task<br />Gym - <b>HIGH</b> impact 30 minute training session. Sweat <i>dripping</i> off of me everywhere. Seriously, my arms were dripping sweat.<br />Shower - now that I'm at the gym a lot, all I do is shower. We need more towels<br />Cook Dinner - chili!<br />Bed - 8pm!<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4319892147745856323?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-34537904769675451432011-09-10T09:10:00.000-04:002011-09-10T09:13:29.414-04:00So school started this week and it's been crazy.<br />Because of Hurricane Irene, we're a little behind where we<br />should be at this time, but we're all working VERY hard.<br />AND because we're all working so hard my BIG BOSS<br />decided to throw an Opening Week Cocktail Party.<br />How cool is that? How many schools throw cocktail<br />partys for the faculty and staff??<br />I love my job.<br />So, party scheduled for 2:30 Friday.<br />(another reason to love my job - wine at 2:30!)<br />PROBLEM:<br />Personal Trainer scheduled for 4:00 Friday.<br />I chose........<br /><br /><br />THE PERSONAL TRAINER<br /><br /><br />Seriously, it was a no brainer.<br />I am LOVING the gym.<br />I am LOVING exercising.<br /><br />Had a great session, but my lower back<br />has really been bothering me.<br />Paul - trainer, not husband - had me try the foam roller.<br />I did something like this - no, that is not me<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBP3ibnq208/TmtgwMGQNHI/AAAAAAAACVE/sPBYZpx0TCo/s1600/gofit-foam-roller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBP3ibnq208/TmtgwMGQNHI/AAAAAAAACVE/sPBYZpx0TCo/s320/gofit-foam-roller.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and rolled the roller up and down my back. It was great, CCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCCKKKKKK. My spine really seemed to open up. My lower back is still a little sore but it's going to take time to strengthen those muscles. Paul - trainer, not husband - had me lie on my stomach and &nbsp;gave me a mini massage with the roller. He also told me I SHOULD GET A MASSAGE! It will release the toxins that have been building up in my muscles. I really have to listen to him, right??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You see - THAT is why I love going to the gym!!!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3453790476967545143?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-52620587560535304692011-09-05T10:35:00.000-04:002011-09-05T10:37:03.538-04:00So I go to put my green sandals on the other day.<br />Weird.<br />They feel loose.<br />Ok, I've had them for a couple of years, maybe they've had it.<br />So I tighten them up and go on.<br /><br />Few days later, I put my orange sandals on.<br />They are the same design as the green ones, but&nbsp;different brand.<br />Wait.<br />These are loose too.<br />I've only had them for a year.<br />So weird.<br />So I tighten them up and go on.<br /><br />Then it dawns on me......<br />Gym<br />Trainer<br />Diet<br /><br />I AM LOSING WEIGHT IN MY FEET!<br /><br />OH COME ON!!!!!!!<br />WHAT THE HELL????!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5262058756053530469?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-9926049543097107432011-09-02T18:18:00.001-04:002011-09-02T18:18:52.792-04:00Gym<br />Personal Trainer<br />1 Hour<br />Kicked My Ass<br />Death Approaching<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-992604954309710743?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-50127463282411175252011-09-01T06:59:00.001-04:002011-09-01T07:03:41.009-04:001 month at the gymand I can now do<br />&nbsp;<b>TEN PUSH-UPS!</b><br />&nbsp;<b>TEN!</b><br /><b></b>-and not the "girly" kind<br />&nbsp;<b>TEN REAL PUSH-UPS!</b><br />&nbsp;(very excited)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5012746328241117525?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-89755826348022309262011-08-26T07:31:00.006-04:002011-08-26T08:02:26.671-04:00So, I decided to get a haircut yesterday. <br />I am tired of wearing a baseball cap to the gym. <br />Seriously, that's why I wanted a cut. <br />I know, you're saying, "Kerry, just don't wear the hat." <br />Well, when you have crazy curly hair and <br />you work out like a MADWOMAN <br />the hair tends to get CRAZIER. <br /> <br />So, I went to the guy who cuts Dylan's hair. <br />He used to cut my hair <br />and always gave me a good cut. <br />BUT <br />2 years ago,he cut it REALLLLLLY SHORT. <br />I don't look good in short hair. <br />I need some length, people. <br />Some length to hide my jowls. <br /> <br />So, I walk in and say.... <br />"Last time you cut my hair TOO SHORT." <br />I neglected to say <br />"DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!" <br />because <br />HE DID THAT AGAIN! <br /> <br />Seriously, I didn't think I HAD to say that again. <br /> <br />Well, it's really short, but not exactly like last time. <br />I sort of like it. <br />I can't tell yet. <br />It's a blunt cut just below my ears - SHORT <br />But I do have to say, <br />my curls are AMAZING!!!!! <br />And that's what I wanted, better CURLAGE. <br /> <br />It does look a little 80's. <br />And while I start to get angry <br />when I think that I could always turn <br />it around and start wearing <br />neon lace hair ties and black rubber bracelets. <br />Oh yeah, I did that back then. <br />Madonna would be so proud of me. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8975582634802230926?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-70418592323112028812011-08-23T10:19:00.005-04:002011-08-23T10:37:02.510-04:00So, I found this crazy new thing to try..... <br />It's called <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">EXERCISING</span> <br /> <br /> <br />Have you heard of it? <br /> <br />I tried it years and years ago... <br />it never really caught on with me. <br /> <br />Well, I'm doing it now and...... <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I REALLY LIKE IT!</span> <br /> <br />All summer I'd been thinking about joining a gym. <br />Yeah, yeah, another gym that I could <br />give my money to each month and the <br />closest I would get to it would be to drive by <br />occasionally. <br />This time, something was different. <br />I don't know what, but something. <br />I was ready. <br /> <br />So, I found a gym that costs $20 per month. <br />It doesn't offer classes so there are no Barbie dolls walking around <br />which I like as I'm more of a Skipper than a Barbie - a Skipper who has <br />seen better days, a Skipper who has given birth and stayed home <br />for 10 years finishing the leftover food on her doll baby's plate. <br />I'm THAT kind of Skipper. <br />(for all you guys out there, Skipper was Barbie's younger, less attractive sister) <br /> <br />This gym is mainly MEAT HEADS (think Jersey Shore) <br />and that's just fine with me. <br /> <br />I had a personal training session my first day and decided <br />that THAT was the way to go. <br />I'm training 3x per week! (that sounds so funny, "I'm training", hee hee) <br />My trainer's name is Paul and he is BUSTING MY BUTT - thank God, that's why I'm there. <br />Everyone asks me, "Is your trainer hot?" <br />No, he's not hot. He's adorable, I could be his mother and he's a great kid. <br />He's 25, very polite and he's doing his best to kill me. But in a nice, polite way. <br /> <br />So, I'm training (hee hee) 3x per week and doing cardio 3x per week <br />and you know what...... <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm loving it!</span> <br />Now if you'll excuse me, I have to call Dylan to see if he can <br />help me out of this chair <br />because I am so sore, I can't move. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7041859232311202881?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-26869625171732793532011-08-17T06:09:00.006-04:002011-08-17T06:30:07.687-04:00 <br />So, Dylan has been invited to a <br />very fancy Bat Mitzvah in September. <br />The invitation says..... <br />"COCKTAIL ATTIRE". <br /> <br />Please tell me, what constitutes <br />COCKTAIL ATTIRE <br />for a 15 year old boy?? <br /> <br />This is what we decided on: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9o0wC0InX1o/TkuVoLRW5AI/AAAAAAAACUQ/GW1edhFLTUE/s1600/31Buf%252BKbLYL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9o0wC0InX1o/TkuVoLRW5AI/AAAAAAAACUQ/GW1edhFLTUE/s400/31Buf%252BKbLYL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641767475664577538" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw0YEuETq9Y/TkuVjdPI5yI/AAAAAAAACUI/c8GRtyN7ALE/s1600/pPOLO2-9328481_lifestyle_v360x480.jpg"><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/-Iw0YEuETq9Y/TkuVjdPI5yI/AAAAAAAACUI/c8GRtyN7ALE/s400/pPOLO2-9328481_lifestyle_v360x480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641767394587764514" /></a> <br />I told him he could get a new tie. <br />He asked for a <br />BOW TIE. <br />He picked this one from <a href="http://highcottonties.com/">High Cotton</a>. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yAnWzIiWmoc/TkuV646_RnI/AAAAAAAACUY/YB9OmKJRpqA/s1600/phpThumb_generated_thumbnail.jpeg"><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/-yAnWzIiWmoc/TkuV646_RnI/AAAAAAAACUY/YB9OmKJRpqA/s400/phpThumb_generated_thumbnail.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641767797156431474" /></a> <br />So the box comes and he says, <br />"How big IS this tie???!!!" <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKa0MeoDb3E/TkuWkqmozlI/AAAAAAAACUg/2DGVNvggLZM/s1600/IMG_3562.JPG"><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/-RKa0MeoDb3E/TkuWkqmozlI/AAAAAAAACUg/2DGVNvggLZM/s400/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641768514867482194" /></a> <br />He opens the box and again, <br />"Really...?" <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wE3SpRewIVQ/TkuW2cJfO_I/AAAAAAAACUo/iNL8u4VU2no/s1600/IMG_3563.JPG"><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/-wE3SpRewIVQ/TkuW2cJfO_I/AAAAAAAACUo/iNL8u4VU2no/s400/IMG_3563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641768820224769010" /></a> <br />No, that is not the tie. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6jJgtOXxLA/TkuXEPxV8ZI/AAAAAAAACUw/14EhLh68kFc/s1600/IMG_3565.JPG"><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/-T6jJgtOXxLA/TkuXEPxV8ZI/AAAAAAAACUw/14EhLh68kFc/s400/IMG_3565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641769057420439954" /></a> <br />So he puts it on - oh yeah, it's a REAL bow tie. <br />He says "Mom, look, I'm George Clooney" <br />(I don't know where that came from) <br />What is supposed to look like <br />Scotch in a tumbler is really iced tea in a smiley glass. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9eYcyeC3L0/TkuXoS_gcNI/AAAAAAAACU4/0QJiKXg4Eu4/s1600/IMG_3573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9eYcyeC3L0/TkuXoS_gcNI/AAAAAAAACU4/0QJiKXg4Eu4/s400/IMG_3573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641769676760445138" /></a> <br />Moody Clooney. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVBubPa6LiQ/TkuX8ywsbdI/AAAAAAAACVA/Qk_zOtebUjk/s1600/IMG_3566.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVBubPa6LiQ/TkuX8ywsbdI/AAAAAAAACVA/Qk_zOtebUjk/s400/IMG_3566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641770028885634514" /></a> <br />Oh, and by the way, <br />he taught himself how to tie that sucker - in one night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-2686962517173279353?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-30518446640009326692011-08-13T09:40:00.002-04:002011-08-13T09:41:30.074-04:00I am 45 today. <br />WOO HOO!!!!!!! <br />It doesn't bother me in the least. <br />It's just a number. <br />I still act like a 12 year old at times. <br /> <br /> <br />Plans for today: <br />gym <br />dinner with family <br /> <br /> <br />Good day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3051844664000932669?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-73232901391044873762011-08-06T09:31:00.006-04:002011-08-07T06:43:32.786-04:00So my son<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcToDiDT-dE/Tj1Di9H7cMI/AAAAAAAACUA/LpAzys41wiE/s1600/IMG_0835.JPG"><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/-KcToDiDT-dE/Tj1Di9H7cMI/AAAAAAAACUA/LpAzys41wiE/s400/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637736576340160706" /></a><br />made plans to go to the beach with his friends.<br />This would be his second time at the ocean without parental supervision.<br />He's 15, but I still worry.<br />So I said:<br />"You know to only swim by the lifeguards, right?"<br /><br />He said:<br />"Yes mom, we only swim between the red flags."<br /><br />Me: "DYLAN!"<br /><br />Him: "I'm kidding, we're careful, I promise."<br /><br />Then I went into the <span style="font-weight:bold;">gang</span> portion of my talk:<br />"If you run into any gangs........"<br /><br />Him: "Where do you think I'm going??!!!!"<br /><br />Me: "If you run into any gangs, remo......<br /><br />Him: "I know, 'remove myself from the situation'."<br /><br />I said:<br />"Dylan, it's my job as a parent to make sure you're safe."<br /><br />My son then went into a stand up routine equal to any comic out there:<br /><br />"Mom, we will not see any gangs. I have never seen any gangs. We're<br />going to the beach - no gangs. What do you think they do......<br /><br />"Ok, ok, Latin Kings, Latin Kings, quite down, listen up.<br />We're all meeting at Ricky's house and then heading to the beach.<br />(cheering).<br />Julio, come on, Julio, quite down, I'm talking.<br />Now remember, next week.....Dave and Busters!!!<br />(more cheering)<br />And the week after that, White Water Rafting.<br />That will be a 'no knife trip', guns only. Knives will<br />pop the rafts. Remember, only guns."<br /><br />This is my child.<br />MY child.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7323290139104487376?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-62178864222207039392011-08-01T06:21:00.002-04:002011-08-01T06:22:58.576-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJcSzeYiudo/TjZ-YqpM_eI/AAAAAAAACTw/gK81GBihHLw/s1600/IMG_3559.JPG"><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/-OJcSzeYiudo/TjZ-YqpM_eI/AAAAAAAACTw/gK81GBihHLw/s400/IMG_3559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635830945929821666" /></a><br />Last week.<br />I've only now recovered.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6217886422220703939?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-18249718670413388882011-07-29T19:50:00.011-04:002011-07-29T20:16:51.175-04:00Each spring/summer I threaten to try my hand at gardening.<br /><br />This year my friend Liz gave me a basil plant.<br />What was I supposed to do with it??<br />Well, I put it on top of a pot that once, a long<br />time ago, I tried growing flowers in.<br />The soil was still in there people.<br />It was hard as rock, but still.<br /><br />So I put the basil plant there.<br />And I left it there.......for weeks.<br />It took root.<br />in the rock hard soil.<br /><br />Ok, this was my chance...my chance to become a<br />GARDENER!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />So one grossly humid Saturday I ran to the nursery and<br />picked up<br /><br />1 tomato plant<br />1 cilantro plant<br />1 spearmint plant<br /><br />I wanted to start small.<br />I knew we'd eat any tomatoes that grew,<br />and we love cilantro and as for the spearmint,<br />well, I know it's pretty tough to kill, so if the others<br />didn't take off, I'd at least have the spearmint.<br /><br />Well, let me introduce you to my tomatoes!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REUtX8PM5QI/TjNIc0810QI/AAAAAAAACSo/IEqRuDFmUUU/s1600/IMG_3536.JPG"><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/-REUtX8PM5QI/TjNIc0810QI/AAAAAAAACSo/IEqRuDFmUUU/s400/IMG_3536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634927218857988354" /></a><br />I spent $4.99 on this sucker and have 5 tomatoes. <br />I'd better get some more.<br />Here we have Ms. Spearmint on the left and Lil' Basil on the right<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKNT1f5gpIQ/TjNI5g2QkdI/AAAAAAAACSw/OU2C18reBRo/s1600/IMG_3539.JPG"><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/-rKNT1f5gpIQ/TjNI5g2QkdI/AAAAAAAACSw/OU2C18reBRo/s400/IMG_3539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634927711677878738" /></a><br />Yes, I finally gave Lil' Basil her own pot with brand new soil, that's<br />probably why she isn't doing so well. She's very thin and pale.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5agZg66Iuc/TjNJNnGFBbI/AAAAAAAACS4/woLH_Pa8Bfg/s1600/IMG_3543.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5agZg66Iuc/TjNJNnGFBbI/AAAAAAAACS4/woLH_Pa8Bfg/s400/IMG_3543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634928056952227250" /></a><br />I did manage to get these from her<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjnbqhXR32o/TjNJ9N0mnMI/AAAAAAAACTA/O7EUtP0-iso/s1600/IMG_3550.JPG"><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/-RjnbqhXR32o/TjNJ9N0mnMI/AAAAAAAACTA/O7EUtP0-iso/s400/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634928874801765570" /></a><br />I added some lemon zest<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoaiZC6TV9g/TjNKLENvPsI/AAAAAAAACTI/zc1AiFKOY2Q/s1600/IMG_3552.JPG"><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/-yoaiZC6TV9g/TjNKLENvPsI/AAAAAAAACTI/zc1AiFKOY2Q/s400/IMG_3552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634929112741002946" /></a><br />Olive oil, garlic and lemon juice and blended<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lm0c7r0htyI/TjNKYpSdLMI/AAAAAAAACTQ/AM3zCn8B5kQ/s1600/IMG_3553.JPG"><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/-Lm0c7r0htyI/TjNKYpSdLMI/AAAAAAAACTQ/AM3zCn8B5kQ/s400/IMG_3553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634929346031201474" /></a><br />To make this fabulously yummy sauce to serve with grilled chicken <br />or, if you're Dylan, just about anything - he loves it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJcGADEAe58/TjNKvgKoWaI/AAAAAAAACTY/paHkf_qKA6k/s1600/IMG_3554.JPG"><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/-VJcGADEAe58/TjNKvgKoWaI/AAAAAAAACTY/paHkf_qKA6k/s400/IMG_3554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634929738719451554" /></a><br />I do think, however, that was the first and last harvest I will get<br />from Lil' Basil. She's so frail.<br /><br />Please notice how right on the money I was about Ms. Spearmint.<br />She's slowly, quietly taking over.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcyxOE8MjoQ/TjNLHEUQbsI/AAAAAAAACTg/6aojCjXHOJ8/s1600/IMG_3540.JPG"><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/-bcyxOE8MjoQ/TjNLHEUQbsI/AAAAAAAACTg/6aojCjXHOJ8/s400/IMG_3540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634930143560494786" /></a><br />I love her but there is only so much mint iced tea I can drink.<br />At the end of the season, she'll be transplanted and eventually<br />take over the entire front yard.<br /><br />Last and certainly least, here is Dead Cilantro<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GT8ofxDUgpM/TjNLg9keR9I/AAAAAAAACTo/GLu7YcXK2sM/s1600/IMG_3547.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GT8ofxDUgpM/TjNLg9keR9I/AAAAAAAACTo/GLu7YcXK2sM/s400/IMG_3547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634930588426061778" /></a><br />Actually, Dead Cilantro turned into Thriving Coriander but<br />I don't know what the hell do to with Coriander so I just let it go.<br />I know, I know. I just couldn't deal, ok??!!<br />Just shut up and come over for some mint tea, ok?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1824971867041338888?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-46612039798163987062011-07-25T09:17:00.003-04:002011-07-25T09:18:50.213-04:00If I lived in Kansas, or somewhere with<br />miles and miles of flatness I would get this<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Ug7HiNV5E/Ti1tKVuVkUI/AAAAAAAACSY/XzUkPvKHDpU/s1600/largepic.asp.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Ug7HiNV5E/Ti1tKVuVkUI/AAAAAAAACSY/XzUkPvKHDpU/s400/largepic.asp.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633278733307973954" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4661203979816398706?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-9574438841193727832011-07-21T21:03:00.003-04:002011-07-21T21:10:23.499-04:00Have you seen these??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksa_5ez8HV8/TijMfKuAB-I/AAAAAAAACSQ/fxsqMfroeno/s1600/mash.jpg"><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/-ksa_5ez8HV8/TijMfKuAB-I/AAAAAAAACSQ/fxsqMfroeno/s400/mash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631976169852110818" /></a><br />Mash is described as a "natural fruit essence, low calorie water drink.” <br />I had the Ripe Mango Blood Orange flavor today.<br />So refreshing on a scorcher of a day.<br />If you can find it - try it!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-957443884119372783?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-86680031290856684122011-07-19T05:56:00.001-04:002011-07-19T05:57:43.122-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXAR7t0w2c0/TiVU6hG0dzI/AAAAAAAACSI/wlplBUHzK94/s1600/tumblr_lmum0ib6Io1qe9or5o1_500.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXAR7t0w2c0/TiVU6hG0dzI/AAAAAAAACSI/wlplBUHzK94/s400/tumblr_lmum0ib6Io1qe9or5o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631000273392793394" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8668003129085668412?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-66716191625513367542011-07-18T05:45:00.006-04:002011-07-18T05:51:40.803-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4L8IR5Kk8Q/TiQAzKl9IMI/AAAAAAAACSA/eRbi6A3kdUg/s1600/sorts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4L8IR5Kk8Q/TiQAzKl9IMI/AAAAAAAACSA/eRbi6A3kdUg/s400/sorts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630626313136840898" /></a><br />I had a migraine yesterday - the really bad kind.<br />The close the blinds, throw up, pray that it will<br />be over soon kind.<br />I went to bed at 3pm yesterday.<br />The headache is gone, but now I'm<br />out of sorts.<br />Today promises to be slow moving.<br />Oh joy.<br />But at least the migraine is gone!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6671619162551336754?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-74979445168826219122011-07-14T22:12:00.002-04:002011-07-14T22:14:01.273-04:00Yes I am an awesome mom.<br />Why?<br />Because Dylan and his friend Connor<br />are going to the midnight showing of<br />Harry Potter and I am driving them.<br />I'm tired people!<br />Normally I'd be in bed by now.<br />All I can say is that<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PAUL HAD BETTER PICK THEM UP!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7497944516882621912?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-48680995475388279352011-07-13T20:27:00.004-04:002011-07-13T20:33:57.551-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ly4CM1kHakc/Th43_aHM91I/AAAAAAAACR0/ZYEGy92VBbg/s1600/IMG_0846.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ly4CM1kHakc/Th43_aHM91I/AAAAAAAACR0/ZYEGy92VBbg/s400/IMG_0846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628998146740516690" /></a><br />A pomegranate margarita.<br />Yum.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4868099547538827935?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-23108452983319888532011-07-10T19:50:00.007-04:002011-07-10T19:59:55.356-04:00Thursday night we went sailing with my <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">BOSS AND HER HUSBAND</span>.<br />How cool is that?<br />This is Alex, being the perfect hostess<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwWWTYCR9oU/Tho68xFRkQI/AAAAAAAACQ8/3d2kOPJpT-Q/s1600/IMG_0822.JPG"><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/-SwWWTYCR9oU/Tho68xFRkQI/AAAAAAAACQ8/3d2kOPJpT-Q/s400/IMG_0822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627875499994878210" /></a><br />Here is Paul enjoying her hosting<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnMqAln_AHA/Tho7LFxr0_I/AAAAAAAACRE/IUAmGs0CMJQ/s1600/IMG_0823.JPG"><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/-TnMqAln_AHA/Tho7LFxr0_I/AAAAAAAACRE/IUAmGs0CMJQ/s400/IMG_0823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627875746068026354" /></a><br />This is Alex's husband, Captain Brian.<br />He's very funny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0iTfBMMx3g/Tho7WXUy0MI/AAAAAAAACRM/HHq2OkZXzC0/s1600/IMG_0824.JPG"><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/-b0iTfBMMx3g/Tho7WXUy0MI/AAAAAAAACRM/HHq2OkZXzC0/s400/IMG_0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627875939757248706" /></a><br />Here is Dylan planking on the boat. <br />Just because we're on the water, the planking doesn't end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7woKfBsaT78/Tho7iXiENWI/AAAAAAAACRU/e-LNn9wL_MY/s1600/IMG_0825.JPG"><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/-7woKfBsaT78/Tho7iXiENWI/AAAAAAAACRU/e-LNn9wL_MY/s400/IMG_0825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627876145971344738" /></a><br />Brian let Dylan steer the boat then entire time<br />and Dylan LOVED it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZ12K2aRIwM/Tho7uI53pdI/AAAAAAAACRc/4xZkd9tS0LM/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG"><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/-XZ12K2aRIwM/Tho7uI53pdI/AAAAAAAACRc/4xZkd9tS0LM/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627876348203083218" /></a> <br />We had a terrific time sailing around Long Island Sound.<br />Paul had a sailboat for many years and decided<br />to sell it about 3 years ago. He had such a good<br />time on our little voyage that I was worried<br />he'd want to get another one.<br />He said, no - golf takes up all his time now.<br />Thank God for Golf! (never thought I'd say THAT)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9qBFbrIcXo/Tho87bJgvuI/AAAAAAAACRk/6ERLOKJR4qk/s1600/IMG_0826.JPG"><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/-s9qBFbrIcXo/Tho87bJgvuI/AAAAAAAACRk/6ERLOKJR4qk/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627877675950456546" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-2310845298331988853?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-75453841348413269162011-07-06T18:54:00.008-04:002011-07-06T19:10:10.970-04:00Ok, so I read another 3 books in the past 10 days.<br />I have become a permanent fixture in "my chair"<br />by the window. I am determined to reach my goal<br />of 50 books this year.<br /><br />So, first up<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QurG2rLwwK0/ThTn70ZkwYI/AAAAAAAACQk/aOV1De3P4NM/s1600/screen-capture-91.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QurG2rLwwK0/ThTn70ZkwYI/AAAAAAAACQk/aOV1De3P4NM/s400/screen-capture-91.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626376849356800386" /></a><br />Love Tina Fey.<br />Loved the book.<br />Hate the cover, those arms creep me out.<br />I AM TINA FEY!! Seriously!!<br />I studied drama like she did!!<br />Sadly, I too have an Annie song on my iPod.<br />We were even on the same cruise ship when it caught fire!!!<br />WE ARE THE SAME PERSON!! - well, except she can call Alec Baldwin <br />whenever she feels like it.<br />Great book!!<br /><br />Next<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OReWSlFUvA/ThTov479_sI/AAAAAAAACQs/rg-WWPE7Ldk/s1600/exposure-novel-therese-fowler-hardcover-cover-art.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OReWSlFUvA/ThTov479_sI/AAAAAAAACQs/rg-WWPE7Ldk/s400/exposure-novel-therese-fowler-hardcover-cover-art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626377743928000194" /></a><br />This is a story about two high school students who<br />take naughty pics of each other on their cell phones <br />and send them to each other.....and then get caught.<br />Mom and Dad find out.<br />The police find out.<br />The FEDS find out.<br />I told Dylan, "DON'T EVER DO THAT!<br />"I KNOW Mom. I know."<br /><br />Most recently I finished<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xg20JfpsIl4/ThTpegRdwoI/AAAAAAAACQ0/C4oyAgT3CGI/s1600/perfect-400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xg20JfpsIl4/ThTpegRdwoI/AAAAAAAACQ0/C4oyAgT3CGI/s400/perfect-400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626378544761127554" /></a><br />My second Jodi Picoult book. Not sure if I like her or not.<br />Her main characters are not all that likeable but I kind of like that.<br />This book was about a child who was molested.<br />Ugh.<br />Horrible topic. Good story.<br />I may read another one of her books.<br /><br />So, only 19 more books to go!<br />I can do this.<br /><br />Are you reading this summer?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7545384134841326916?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-73067393904904089992011-07-04T07:20:00.005-04:002011-07-04T07:23:44.664-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd379Lcd3HY/ThGic4TpNtI/AAAAAAAACQU/c6YI7cdWd0w/s1600/1.JPG"><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/-Jd379Lcd3HY/ThGic4TpNtI/AAAAAAAACQU/c6YI7cdWd0w/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625456026597275346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQIRWxgXp2Q/ThGiYzGFZWI/AAAAAAAACQM/U92zw11g2IU/s1600/2.JPG"><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/-fQIRWxgXp2Q/ThGiYzGFZWI/AAAAAAAACQM/U92zw11g2IU/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625455956478748002" /></a><br /><br />Rough day at camp?<br /><br />(He hasn't slept in the car since he was 2!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7306739390490408999?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-69045232336151943512011-06-30T06:11:00.011-04:002011-06-30T06:28:33.089-04:00So, my son has taken up the fine art of <br />PLANKING.<br /><br />According to Wikipedia, which is where I get<br />all my answers for unimportant things,<br />Planking is an activity, popular in various parts of the world, <br />consisting of lying face down in an <br />unusual or incongruous location.<br />Also known as EXTREME LYING DOWN.<br /><br /><br />For example here he is on a recent visit to the mall:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64OfEUlAWE4/TgxNIpUjJKI/AAAAAAAACOs/MauGJdME-lE/s1600/262242_250139641667026_100000129755218_1213886_6286090_n.jpg"><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/-64OfEUlAWE4/TgxNIpUjJKI/AAAAAAAACOs/MauGJdME-lE/s400/262242_250139641667026_100000129755218_1213886_6286090_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623954845605242018" /></a><br />Okay, whatever.<br />Now, here is where it gets a little more interesting:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5Nji4htLCE/TgxNakWQXOI/AAAAAAAACO0/MgqeWr25hMs/s1600/260205_250139831667007_100000129755218_1213892_3830803_n.jpg"><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/-R5Nji4htLCE/TgxNakWQXOI/AAAAAAAACO0/MgqeWr25hMs/s400/260205_250139831667007_100000129755218_1213892_3830803_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623955153507867874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB1A6k2x5F4/TgxNj9biY9I/AAAAAAAACO8/7k1StU1zZ1I/s1600/261318_250140008333656_100000129755218_1213893_590864_n.jpg"><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/-mB1A6k2x5F4/TgxNj9biY9I/AAAAAAAACO8/7k1StU1zZ1I/s400/261318_250140008333656_100000129755218_1213893_590864_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623955314859729874" /></a><br />The fact that he's so tired he needs to lie down<br />on an escalator - moving stairs - concerns me.<br /><br />Here he is PLANKING in his room.<br />Please note - HE TOOK ALL HIS OWN PICTURES!<br />I knew nothing about this.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tiJCjqduR3E/TgxOPhQxPuI/AAAAAAAACPM/RKPti7xaJro/s1600/260359_238021986212125_100000129755218_1181704_2159465_n.jpg"><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/-tiJCjqduR3E/TgxOPhQxPuI/AAAAAAAACPM/RKPti7xaJro/s400/260359_238021986212125_100000129755218_1181704_2159465_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623956063212617442" /></a><br />I LOVE this one.<br />What the hell???!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtrAuORcKgk/TgxOc_LL6KI/AAAAAAAACPU/U2BPSjP04_0/s1600/247287_238064792874511_100000129755218_1182162_1176821_n.jpg"><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/-RtrAuORcKgk/TgxOc_LL6KI/AAAAAAAACPU/U2BPSjP04_0/s400/247287_238064792874511_100000129755218_1182162_1176821_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623956294580562082" /></a><br />When PLANKING goes wrong:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iztnKeCGVdw/TgxOrhSzaRI/AAAAAAAACPc/fyxTGR1ku_o/s1600/254054_238022426212081_100000129755218_1181706_174835_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iztnKeCGVdw/TgxOrhSzaRI/AAAAAAAACPc/fyxTGR1ku_o/s400/254054_238022426212081_100000129755218_1181706_174835_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623956544257485074" /></a><br />And finally, this is what happens when he goes to Kyle's house:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEslelUqY-A/TgxPAirna3I/AAAAAAAACPk/02H-9XXaPfs/s1600/270156_250139501667040_100000129755218_1213885_11915_n.jpg"><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/-XEslelUqY-A/TgxPAirna3I/AAAAAAAACPk/02H-9XXaPfs/s400/270156_250139501667040_100000129755218_1213885_11915_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623956905407245170" /></a><br />Should I be concerned?<br />As long as he's not PLANKING on top of a bridge<br />or in the middle of the street, I'm okay with it.<br />When I said he needed a hobby, this is not what I had in mind.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6904523233615194351?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-58492870044805336762011-06-28T21:00:00.002-04:002011-06-28T21:03:46.562-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZDaMo2wcUs/Tgp5vx-NIwI/AAAAAAAACOc/r47sQNe3sz4/s1600/Kai-Body-Lotion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZDaMo2wcUs/Tgp5vx-NIwI/AAAAAAAACOc/r47sQNe3sz4/s400/Kai-Body-Lotion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623440946500543234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMRw-AZ2wyw/Tgp5vqqRYdI/AAAAAAAACOU/rNOTAARkBqg/s1600/1527544-p-DETAILED.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMRw-AZ2wyw/Tgp5vqqRYdI/AAAAAAAACOU/rNOTAARkBqg/s400/1527544-p-DETAILED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623440944537887186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n0EFn0Vu38/Tgp5veHGlhI/AAAAAAAACOM/QGiWuEjNAb0/s1600/SD-Charlize-Teardrop-Earrings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n0EFn0Vu38/Tgp5veHGlhI/AAAAAAAACOM/QGiWuEjNAb0/s400/SD-Charlize-Teardrop-Earrings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623440941169153554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFSGgKAy7G8/Tgp5uwg1cwI/AAAAAAAACOE/KcARV3izbqw/s1600/AAAACz1rAhMAAAAAAU3zfw.jpg"><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/-mFSGgKAy7G8/Tgp5uwg1cwI/AAAAAAAACOE/KcARV3izbqw/s400/AAAACz1rAhMAAAAAAU3zfw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623440928929051394" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5849287004480533676?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-30351917253569163812011-06-27T21:02:00.009-04:002011-06-27T21:18:17.127-04:00So, in the past 10 days<br />I've read 5 books.<br />Not bad, huh?<br /><br />First up:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PeIWOlCC-5c/TgkobbhIL2I/AAAAAAAACM8/j4x6z6z3A6o/s1600/517zGZeqwLL._SS500_.jpg"><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/-PeIWOlCC-5c/TgkobbhIL2I/AAAAAAAACM8/j4x6z6z3A6o/s400/517zGZeqwLL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623070061457059682" /></a><br />This is a book about a woman's descent<br />into Alzheimer's, written by her son.<br />He obviously loved his mother very much,<br />but he's not a very good writer.<br />Very easy read, sad.<br /><br />Next up:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsE06FbHLa4/TgkpBCU57jI/AAAAAAAACNE/nTYATu1UcJw/s1600/Every%2BLast%2BOne.jpg"><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/-lsE06FbHLa4/TgkpBCU57jI/AAAAAAAACNE/nTYATu1UcJw/s400/Every%2BLast%2BOne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623070707529936434" /></a><br />My first Anna Quindlen book.<br />I won't spoil it for you, but there is<br />a lot of tragedy.<br />Excellent read.<br /><br />Continuing on my tragedy trek:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg05uYABldU/TgkpdezvLTI/AAAAAAAACNM/_1NnCAHTxRo/s1600/19-400.jpg"><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/-Tg05uYABldU/TgkpdezvLTI/AAAAAAAACNM/_1NnCAHTxRo/s400/19-400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623071196211785010" /></a><br />A Columbine-like tragedy.<br />Very good.<br /><br />What's this??? <br />Even more tragedy??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTfgFkC9SVA/Tgkp5GAQ5KI/AAAAAAAACNU/rtbtg6ZGsN8/s1600/TTH_Cover_335w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTfgFkC9SVA/Tgkp5GAQ5KI/AAAAAAAACNU/rtbtg6ZGsN8/s400/TTH_Cover_335w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623071670589777058" /></a><br />Not the best, predictable, but not the worst.<br /><br />I just finished:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpMiAALPJDY/TgkqG5M4LZI/AAAAAAAACNc/q4M99EaC3E4/s1600/sleep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpMiAALPJDY/TgkqG5M4LZI/AAAAAAAACNc/q4M99EaC3E4/s400/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623071907671190930" /></a><br />It's about a woman who has amnesia and<br />each morning she wakes up and has no idea<br />who she is. She learns about her life each day<br />but once she falls asleep, it's gone.<br />This is not a comedy like Groundhog day or<br />50 First Dates, this is a Suspense Novel.<br />Couldn't put it down.<br />Excellent ending.<br /><br />So, what I've discovered about myself<br />is that I really like tragic suspense novels!<br />I should probably lighten up a little and<br />read some summer beach books.<br /><br />I have read 28 books this year.<br />56% of my goal which is 50 books for the year.<br />I'm going to make it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3035191725356916381?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-14535376483684459102011-06-26T05:50:00.004-04:002011-06-26T05:56:47.163-04:00Listening to music from high school and college.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5xjAuLT3xQ/TgcCNVFTgoI/AAAAAAAACMs/OwBzuQrDE44/s1600/Squeeze_Singles_45%2527s_And_Under_album_cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5xjAuLT3xQ/TgcCNVFTgoI/AAAAAAAACMs/OwBzuQrDE44/s400/Squeeze_Singles_45%2527s_And_Under_album_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622465087816303234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RECU_CWydE/TgcCNdrdQQI/AAAAAAAACMk/GVf3G-H9GH0/s1600/omd-forever-ca12cv.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RECU_CWydE/TgcCNdrdQQI/AAAAAAAACMk/GVf3G-H9GH0/s400/omd-forever-ca12cv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622465090123809026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dgQOIDy_BhY/TgcCNI0c6KI/AAAAAAAACMc/-7p0kGUmoSc/s1600/Erasure-Ship-Of-Fools-16061.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dgQOIDy_BhY/TgcCNI0c6KI/AAAAAAAACMc/-7p0kGUmoSc/s400/Erasure-Ship-Of-Fools-16061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622465084524390562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFY4B1S-L6c/TgcCDf9fk-I/AAAAAAAACMU/aOLQe1X7PBQ/s1600/English%2BBeat%252C%2BThe%2B-%2BWhat%2BIs%2BBeat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFY4B1S-L6c/TgcCDf9fk-I/AAAAAAAACMU/aOLQe1X7PBQ/s400/English%2BBeat%252C%2BThe%2B-%2BWhat%2BIs%2BBeat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622464918937637858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxD_S_j2Y5s/TgcCCpnHnaI/AAAAAAAACMM/ctt7IST4aNU/s1600/depeche-mode-328.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxD_S_j2Y5s/TgcCCpnHnaI/AAAAAAAACMM/ctt7IST4aNU/s400/depeche-mode-328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622464904348278178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktBl3EMjk5I/TgcCCbsOhVI/AAAAAAAACME/jtgThHe-mmo/s1600/cure.JPG"><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/-ktBl3EMjk5I/TgcCCbsOhVI/AAAAAAAACME/jtgThHe-mmo/s400/cure.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622464900611605842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf39QXJVMeo/TgcCCfkwxgI/AAAAAAAACL8/-ADzB7Ptlxs/s1600/Boingo-Oingo-Boingo-EP-364989.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf39QXJVMeo/TgcCCfkwxgI/AAAAAAAACL8/-ADzB7Ptlxs/s400/Boingo-Oingo-Boingo-EP-364989.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622464901654038018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W02P1StrFqk/TgcCCKIlt6I/AAAAAAAACL0/k6DgX8yK_Bk/s1600/artist_spandau_ballet_live_concert_73343.jpg"><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/-W02P1StrFqk/TgcCCKIlt6I/AAAAAAAACL0/k6DgX8yK_Bk/s400/artist_spandau_ballet_live_concert_73343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622464895898728354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcsWQ0ogAP4/TgcBzUaMvsI/AAAAAAAACLs/05PpCc3Plkw/s1600/album-the-best-of-howard-jones.jpg"><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/-BcsWQ0ogAP4/TgcBzUaMvsI/AAAAAAAACLs/05PpCc3Plkw/s400/album-the-best-of-howard-jones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622464640958906050" /></a><br />Love it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1453537648368445910?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-75089682477731446302011-06-24T07:14:00.001-04:002011-06-24T07:14:44.470-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k3rxd4-Pyc/TgRxmszpF1I/AAAAAAAACLc/L1Yg4F3E-Bw/s1600/givenenoughdietcoke1-231x300.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k3rxd4-Pyc/TgRxmszpF1I/AAAAAAAACLc/L1Yg4F3E-Bw/s400/givenenoughdietcoke1-231x300.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621743144541951826" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7508968247773144630?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-79129311792435583832011-06-18T21:19:00.005-04:002011-06-18T21:27:41.161-04:00So, apparently my kid is an amazing golfer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJXwxJqi39g/Tf1Ps4V0eqI/AAAAAAAACK0/58SQb1T1u9w/s1600/golf1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJXwxJqi39g/Tf1Ps4V0eqI/AAAAAAAACK0/58SQb1T1u9w/s400/golf1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619735542484990626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Od6G2Jex_Q/Tf1PoqKnvqI/AAAAAAAACKs/i7wfr2md4qY/s1600/golf2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Od6G2Jex_Q/Tf1PoqKnvqI/AAAAAAAACKs/i7wfr2md4qY/s400/golf2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619735469960445602" /></a><br />He won the Coach's Award on the Varsity Golf Team.<br />He did this from the tee:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdfvztTE7OY/Tf1QN1BVOZI/AAAAAAAACK8/wV4zM55PvWw/s1600/golf3.JPG"><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/-pdfvztTE7OY/Tf1QN1BVOZI/AAAAAAAACK8/wV4zM55PvWw/s400/golf3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619736108529432978" /></a><br />And later that week, he did this, again from the tee:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5x-L3tFH2s/Tf1QYJQmAfI/AAAAAAAACLE/0CiOGmgjgzk/s1600/golf%2B4.JPG"><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/-Y5x-L3tFH2s/Tf1QYJQmAfI/AAAAAAAACLE/0CiOGmgjgzk/s400/golf%2B4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619736285760848370" /></a><br />We got the kid some new irons so he can get<br />the ball IN the hole next time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7912931179243558383?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-63256086239959921402011-06-17T06:32:00.005-04:002011-06-17T06:41:47.856-04:00Just finished reading<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0iuLqhQGCo/TfstR7d4XnI/AAAAAAAACKc/jcpGAJKyQSA/s1600/6690798-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0iuLqhQGCo/TfstR7d4XnI/AAAAAAAACKc/jcpGAJKyQSA/s400/6690798-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619134746118872690" /></a><br /><br />It wasn't bad.<br />I was really into it until I came across the<br />VAMPIRES.<br />I swear, when I read the synopsis<br />NO WHERE<br />did it mention<br />VAMPIRES!<br />NO WHERE.<br />Because if it had, I would not have committed<br />to this 800 page book.<br />I am not a Vampire Lit chick.<br />(ok, I read the Twilight series, but<br />let's not get into that).<br /><br />So, this book was good.<br />First part, went quickly but once<br />I got to the vampires, it slowed down,<br />but the last 1/2 of the book was much better.<br />However...<br />I HATED THE ENDING.<br />Apparently there is a SECOND book<br />coming out next year.<br /><br />I have decided that I will not commit<br />to a series unless I am late to the party <br />and the entire series is published and<br />ready for me to zoom through.<br /><br />I will not wait.<br /><br />That is how I read the Hunger Games Trilogy...<br />oh, and the Twilight books, but again, let's not<br />get into that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6325608623995992140?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-15125907734654894562011-06-14T19:08:00.005-04:002011-06-14T19:33:46.430-04:00Oh.<br />My.<br />God.<br />He's shaving.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQNJeIIgPiE/TffvswiqfyI/AAAAAAAACKU/Rard43F8Dbg/s1600/IMG_0739.JPG"><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/-WQNJeIIgPiE/TffvswiqfyI/AAAAAAAACKU/Rard43F8Dbg/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618222612391558946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnUyTKFn-OE/TffvooPRE8I/AAAAAAAACKM/LzuAb-aWee8/s1600/IMG_0740.JPG"><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/-WnUyTKFn-OE/TffvooPRE8I/AAAAAAAACKM/LzuAb-aWee8/s400/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618222541443240898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-872n0r-35KI/TffvkYqNMcI/AAAAAAAACKE/OXzaBiBrZMs/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG"><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/-872n0r-35KI/TffvkYqNMcI/AAAAAAAACKE/OXzaBiBrZMs/s400/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618222468541788610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSTx91xqdE/Tffvfr8JmpI/AAAAAAAACJ8/eKRhj32eEYs/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG"><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/-oPSTx91xqdE/Tffvfr8JmpI/AAAAAAAACJ8/eKRhj32eEYs/s400/IMG_0744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618222387817978514" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1512590773465489456?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-85803687744519540122011-06-12T12:18:00.003-04:002011-06-12T12:21:27.355-04:00I was looking at some photos<br />and came across these.<br />As you can see they are pretty old<br />(Dylan is 15 now).<br /><br />I had asked Dylan to clean his room.<br />Later on I found him like this.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3R7gB1aXGWg/TfTncPha_NI/AAAAAAAACJs/GiFvHnN2YBw/s1600/cleaning%2Broom.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3R7gB1aXGWg/TfTncPha_NI/AAAAAAAACJs/GiFvHnN2YBw/s400/cleaning%2Broom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617369107626917074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBh9vUoNq1w/TfTnX32fL7I/AAAAAAAACJk/dW6MMVLaX9A/s1600/cleaningroom%2B2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBh9vUoNq1w/TfTnX32fL7I/AAAAAAAACJk/dW6MMVLaX9A/s400/cleaningroom%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617369032553344946" /></a><br />Why not?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8580368774451954012?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-49392059821817505432011-06-09T16:55:00.001-04:002011-06-09T16:55:25.586-04:00Sinus infection.<br />Bleh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4939205982181750543?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-87755352710973593882011-06-08T19:49:00.002-04:002011-06-08T19:50:29.327-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z579qFeKRsQ/TfAKmCn1DrI/AAAAAAAACJc/RE34bFuM-Yc/s1600/poisonwood%2Bbible.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z579qFeKRsQ/TfAKmCn1DrI/AAAAAAAACJc/RE34bFuM-Yc/s400/poisonwood%2Bbible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616000383986241202" /></a><br />I first read it years ago when it was<br />on Oprah's Book List.<br /><br />I enjoyed it so much more this time.<br /><br />Really great.<br /><br />Read it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8775535271097359388?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-77438643261537747802011-06-04T09:21:00.007-04:002011-06-05T08:14:39.322-04:00So I've been burning up<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79jnLdz5yZg/TeoxaUEADeI/AAAAAAAACI0/KNqBaWgDRWY/s1600/800px-EBay_Logo_svg.60171113_std.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79jnLdz5yZg/TeoxaUEADeI/AAAAAAAACI0/KNqBaWgDRWY/s400/800px-EBay_Logo_svg.60171113_std.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614354213602594274" /></a><br />My boss is an EXCELLENT ebayer.<br />I cannot tell you how many times I've said,<br />"I love that." <br />-and she will say, <br />"Ebay!"<br />Yes, Alex has inspired me to shop <span style="font-weight:bold;">constantly</span> from<br />the comfort of my own home.<br />Recently I have "won"<br />this little necklace from Bloomies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOgEL-ieeKc/Teox-Eq6l_I/AAAAAAAACI8/ekO_niTJON4/s1600/429734877_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOgEL-ieeKc/Teox-Eq6l_I/AAAAAAAACI8/ekO_niTJON4/s400/429734877_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614354827946137586" /></a><br />A Vineyard Vines tie for my varsity golfer<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8m3MSptVStM/Teoyi79Yb2I/AAAAAAAACJE/VIQ1Zudp-W8/s1600/1TBB023.315.a.detail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8m3MSptVStM/Teoyi79Yb2I/AAAAAAAACJE/VIQ1Zudp-W8/s400/1TBB023.315.a.detail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614355461262831458" /></a><br />Some Ralph Lauren shorts, again for the golfer<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2yugWQ6D1I/TetxfdG3mqI/AAAAAAAACJM/JZpxWxV2OUA/s1600/pPOLO2-9329196_lifestyle_v360x480.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2yugWQ6D1I/TetxfdG3mqI/AAAAAAAACJM/JZpxWxV2OUA/s400/pPOLO2-9329196_lifestyle_v360x480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614706145650776738" /></a><br />I'm very picky.<br />I only bid on NWT (new with tags).<br />It's just too easy.<br /><br />Oh, and Paul, don't read this blog entry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7743864326153774780?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-89573308907139217122011-05-29T22:54:00.005-04:002011-05-29T22:59:12.625-04:00So I just finished<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fn2uoO1DIg/TeMG5ZVhtII/AAAAAAAACIg/Hjd_XJaNnJU/s1600/orangeisthenewblack325.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fn2uoO1DIg/TeMG5ZVhtII/AAAAAAAACIg/Hjd_XJaNnJU/s400/orangeisthenewblack325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612337143757255810" /></a><br />It's true story about a woman who spends a year in prison.<br />I was expecting some gritty stuff. However, doing time for<br />this woman was a piece of cake. Seriously, she made it sound<br />like anyone could handle it.<br />Meh.<br /><br />I am currently RE READING<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z6bkke0ASo/TeMHhL_eBMI/AAAAAAAACIo/yAK7w-IRox4/s1600/poisonwood%2Bbible.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z6bkke0ASo/TeMHhL_eBMI/AAAAAAAACIo/yAK7w-IRox4/s400/poisonwood%2Bbible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612337827369845954" /></a><br />I read it years ago and I've been looking at other books<br />by Barbara Kingsolver, but none have peaked my interest<br />except this one.<br />I don't usually reread books. There are so many out there, but<br />this one is worth it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8957330890713921712?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-39329114460108201252011-05-22T21:11:00.005-04:002011-05-22T21:24:38.691-04:00This afternoon we attended Dylan's spring concert.<br /><br />I was amazed at the behavior of the audience members.<br />It was like they had never been to a concert before.<br />Well, if that is the case, I was thoughtful enough<br />to come up with some concert guidelines for them:<br /><br />1 - Silence your phone. In fact, just turn it off and put it away. <br />You are at a concert. Sit back and enjoy it.<br /><br />2 - If you must get up and leave, wait until the end of the song. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">UNLESS</span> you have to remove a crying child. Then by all means<br />get out now.<br /><br />3 - Speaking of a crying child, if the kid needs to walk around<br />or jump around, take him out. Sure he's cute, but no one is enjoying<br />his cuteness during the concert.<br /><br />4- Please open any and all candy wrappers during applause<br />or before the show begins. As for the pretzel bag, what the<br />hell are you doing with a bag of pretzels anyway?<br />This is a concert not a picnic!<br /><br />5 - Just put the magazine away, ok? <br />Obviously, you could use some culture.<br /><br />6 - Don't sing along!! Sing in your head. <br />and - News Flash - you cannot carry a tune!!<br /><br />7 - <span style="font-weight:bold;">STOP TALKING!!!</span><br />Oh. My. God. Just stop talking.<br /><br />Seriously, it was so bad.<br />I wasn't raised that way, were you??<br />What is wrong with our country??!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-3932911446010820125?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-82846263283700967712011-05-21T22:01:00.003-04:002011-05-21T22:06:11.820-04:00We went to the nephrologist this week and<br />Dylan is doing GREAT!!<br /><br />No protein was present!!!<br /><br />He gets to cut down on the steroids!!!<br /><br />All GREAT news!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8284626328370096771?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-2785901639604847902011-05-17T06:06:00.004-04:002011-05-17T06:08:00.544-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLbfSLZ5J5E/TdJI0r80LFI/AAAAAAAACHo/F6HPkV6aFIs/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLbfSLZ5J5E/TdJI0r80LFI/AAAAAAAACHo/F6HPkV6aFIs/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607624556017888338" /></a><br />(click on the picture to see it close up)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-278590163960484790?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-74569129898036197912011-05-15T21:38:00.002-04:002011-05-15T21:39:30.987-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gjgo_6dOMXw/TdCAJqnkYUI/AAAAAAAACHQ/y48xtFoIjVc/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG"><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/-Gjgo_6dOMXw/TdCAJqnkYUI/AAAAAAAACHQ/y48xtFoIjVc/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607122439623696706" /></a><br />Each Sunday I refill his pill dispenser.<br />He takes up to 7 pills a day.<br />He's a good sport.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-7456912989803619791?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-16688585579322317822011-05-13T15:31:00.002-04:002011-05-13T15:48:23.421-04:00Just finished reading<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1JbeLzUehw/Tc2HM9r2wII/AAAAAAAACHA/lppk9sti4GU/s1600/9780307393678.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1JbeLzUehw/Tc2HM9r2wII/AAAAAAAACHA/lppk9sti4GU/s400/9780307393678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606285767932821634" /></a><br />I really liked it.<br />It was an easy read, not much brain power required.<br />It would be a perfect beach book.<br />I needed a break after trying to get into<br />Cutting For Stone.<br />If I want to reach my goal and <br />read 50 books this year, I have to get moving.<br />I'm at 19 now.<br />I've had a little trouble finding a book <br />I LIKE.<br />I'm open to suggestions.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1668858557932231782?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-46877741863068129312011-05-06T20:46:00.005-04:002011-05-06T21:03:37.687-04:00Each year at this time I search for<br />fun summer shoes <br />and each year at this time I consider<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">BUNION SURGERY</span><br /><br />I have terrible feet. <br />They are <span style="font-weight:bold;">flat</span> and they have <span style="font-weight:bold;">bunions</span><br />and you can thank me later for <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">NOT</span> <br />posting a picture of them.<br /><br />I get pedicures to make the best of a bad situation. <br />They end up looking "presentable" in open toed shoes.<br /><br />Do NOT even get me started on those<br />misguided souls who think it's okay to<br />force poor, unsuspecting citizens to<br />VIEW THEIR GROSS, UN-CARED FOR FEET.<br /><br />COVER THOSE PUPPIES UP!<br /><br />TRUST ME - NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THEM!<br /><br />"There ought to be a law...."<br />Seriously, there should be a law that in order<br />to wear open toed shoes, you must get a pedicure.<br />We could use those red light cameras to catch offenders.<br />Ahh, red light cameras.....don't get me started....<br />(the light was yellow, when I went).<br /><br />Anyway, to make a long story a headache,<br />I have a terrible time finding <br />great summer shoes because of my<br />(inherited from my mother) BUNIONS.<br /><br />Thanks Ma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-4687774186306812931?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-14082340361683462842011-05-04T21:27:00.001-04:002011-05-04T21:27:58.055-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEuI4_pQBqM/TcH83h3DEnI/AAAAAAAACGw/cRpdftbxlCE/s1600/cutting-for-stone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEuI4_pQBqM/TcH83h3DEnI/AAAAAAAACGw/cRpdftbxlCE/s400/cutting-for-stone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603037442337870450" /></a><br />I want to like it.<br />I really do, but it is just<br />drrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaging<br />along.<br />Have you read it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-1408234036168346284?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-52316069350004899682011-05-01T19:08:00.008-04:002011-05-01T19:15:24.506-04:00Last night was our Spring Gala.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0dHSvuEEgU/Tb3oCGxVREI/AAAAAAAACF4/tkDoZoffNXw/s1600/Save_the_Date_3.7.112b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0dHSvuEEgU/Tb3oCGxVREI/AAAAAAAACF4/tkDoZoffNXw/s400/Save_the_Date_3.7.112b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601888634393674818" /></a><br />Months of organizing<br />and......a little stress, all worth it!<br />It was a wonderful evening.<br />Not only did my boss give <br />me Monday off.....<br />but look at what arrived today<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B00q6ZLY_CA/Tb3o6VMrgwI/AAAAAAAACGY/INn-CsQgT3o/s1600/IMG_3276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B00q6ZLY_CA/Tb3o6VMrgwI/AAAAAAAACGY/INn-CsQgT3o/s400/IMG_3276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889600339149570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_yI9TncLTk/Tb3pHtaEwtI/AAAAAAAACGo/XzKnpMMZNUM/s1600/IMG_3279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_yI9TncLTk/Tb3pHtaEwtI/AAAAAAAACGo/XzKnpMMZNUM/s400/IMG_3279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889830176080594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUaq0Yl4RpE/Tb3pCKUjvzI/AAAAAAAACGg/aWa7FT-jWTw/s1600/IMG_3283.JPG"><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/-aUaq0Yl4RpE/Tb3pCKUjvzI/AAAAAAAACGg/aWa7FT-jWTw/s400/IMG_3283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889734858358578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oaptbrt9QM/Tb3ol5YfmMI/AAAAAAAACGA/lsHWiY0W9kQ/s1600/IMG_3286.JPG"><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/-_oaptbrt9QM/Tb3ol5YfmMI/AAAAAAAACGA/lsHWiY0W9kQ/s400/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889249275123906" /></a><br />A thank you from my boss.<br />I love my job.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-5231606935000489968?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-61842874165023204382011-04-30T10:15:00.011-04:002011-04-30T10:35:43.853-04:00I work in the development office <br />at a private independent day school.<br />We raise money.<br />LOTS of money.<br />Well, tonight is our SPRING GALA!<br />It's very fancy.<br />This is what I'm wearing<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOR1YMMWwYA/TbwaKEZKPOI/AAAAAAAACFY/dSIMGV2Rin0/s1600/_6243459.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOR1YMMWwYA/TbwaKEZKPOI/AAAAAAAACFY/dSIMGV2Rin0/s400/_6243459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601380796822338786" /></a><br />It's not black.<br />I has NO sleeves.<br />It has tiers.<br />3 big no-no's, but hey, I'm doing it anyway,<br />-so suck it.<br /><br />As for jewelry, I asked my mother if I could<br />borrow some of hers. <br />She works for Judith Ripka<br />and has great things.<br />Her response:<br /><br />"If you loose it, you have to pay for it."<br /><br />Again - suck it.<br /><br />So I took myself to Nordstrom and <br />got my own, a bracelet and earrings.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPGZ5plwJd4/TbwajBWaOHI/AAAAAAAACFo/GwZNzPPIpVM/s1600/_5880059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPGZ5plwJd4/TbwajBWaOHI/AAAAAAAACFo/GwZNzPPIpVM/s400/_5880059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601381225502226546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RftWu1uqNn8/TbwagDE3RUI/AAAAAAAACFg/LZW3_8w6X-I/s1600/_5859345.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RftWu1uqNn8/TbwagDE3RUI/AAAAAAAACFg/LZW3_8w6X-I/s400/_5859345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601381174425896258" /></a><br />Here is a pic of Kate Gossling wearing my earrings<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsTMXahq4Yc/TbwcCMbYdFI/AAAAAAAACFw/v4WddfTFxgs/s1600/kate-gosselin-cleavage_261x341.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsTMXahq4Yc/TbwcCMbYdFI/AAAAAAAACFw/v4WddfTFxgs/s400/kate-gosselin-cleavage_261x341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601382860563444818" /></a><br />Bad sign, right?<br /><br />Anyway, Paul and I are going.<br />I fully expect to have a<br />FANTASTIC time.<br /><br />-and since we worked so hard to<br />put this party together, we have<br />Monday off!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6184287416502320438?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-67081944118761379882011-04-25T07:36:00.005-04:002011-04-25T07:53:42.411-04:00Just finished reading<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MD2zbEoZk0M/TbVc-4i-7tI/AAAAAAAACE4/Ry4MaTHhR2g/s1600/The-Sacrifice-of-Tamar-9780312570224.jpg"><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/-MD2zbEoZk0M/TbVc-4i-7tI/AAAAAAAACE4/Ry4MaTHhR2g/s400/The-Sacrifice-of-Tamar-9780312570224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599483947105840850" /></a><br />-by the way, I hate the cover, it doesn't do the book justice.<br /><br />This is probably the 5th book I've read by Naomi Ragen.<br />She writes novels about Hasidic Jews.<br />We're talking seriously religious Jews.<br />I find that life fascinating!<br />Seriously!<br />The culture, the rules, the dress!<br />These novels tell great stories while explaining this <br />mysterious lifestyle.<br />I find it fascinating that the Hasidim have been able<br />to live their lives according to their beliefs, - which many<br />would call backward and archaic - they live like this in<br />modern day NY!<br />I was driving through Brooklyn last week and passed through<br />Williamsburg. There were the men with their giant hats <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_EgXXy1-U4/TbVgF-9huuI/AAAAAAAACFA/-TEFjEF2Jmo/s1600/37024583waitingforthebrooklynferry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_EgXXy1-U4/TbVgF-9huuI/AAAAAAAACFA/-TEFjEF2Jmo/s400/37024583waitingforthebrooklynferry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599487367621753570" /></a><br />Women completely covered and usually pushing strollers with<br />a trail of kids following them<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfzBMY7xZLU/TbVgXrz1nPI/AAAAAAAACFI/g8Y-94lMzv8/s1600/satmar-women%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfzBMY7xZLU/TbVgXrz1nPI/AAAAAAAACFI/g8Y-94lMzv8/s400/satmar-women%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599487671718485234" /></a><br />You have to give them a lot of credit - to be living<br />like this today. To be able to follow their beliefs with all<br />the "trappings" of modern day.<br />I find it FASCINATING.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-6708194411876137988?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525809830283792389.post-88751610613518612182011-04-22T08:11:00.004-04:002011-04-24T10:12:37.593-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PhIl1eaQSk/TbFwhsZK2SI/AAAAAAAACEw/_5ooQSMidJ8/s1600/51FRvtQUOwL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PhIl1eaQSk/TbFwhsZK2SI/AAAAAAAACEw/_5ooQSMidJ8/s400/51FRvtQUOwL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598379535952959778" /></a><br />(I'm posting this picture even though I cannot stand<br />Kristen Dunst. She needs to get her teeth fixed and<br />she could use a good Silkwood shower)<br /><br />Anyway - <br /><br />I was on iTunes trying to download <br />Along Again Naturally by Gilbert O'Sullivan.<br />Hey, I am a child of the 70's, get over it.<br />Well, the only way I could get it was on the<br />Virgin Suicides Soundtrack.<br /><br />Sure, why not.<br /><br />Well, I LOVE IT!!<br />Great 70's and 80's music!<br /><br />I am now a big Todd Rundgren fan!<br />His <br />Hello It's Me <br />and <br />A Dream Goes On Forever <br />are on the album.<br /><br />This is perfect music to blast while driving around<br />in my Beetle with the sunroof open.<br /><br />Love it!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525809830283792389-8875161061351861218?l=kerrymckibbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry McKibbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536366514192227118noreply@blogger.com1