tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63134489238290355142024-02-19T19:58:07.092-05:00Your View of My WorldKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.comBlogger342125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-60591839331838645542014-08-06T13:30:00.001-04:002014-09-10T14:55:11.336-04:00The Best Mocs Ever!So I had the great opportunity to review a pair of freshly picked moccasins for my baby girl. I received the blush colored Mocs in a cute little bag and very quickly. When I got them they were way to big for my daughter so I had to wait a little while before she could wear them.<br />
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Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-34020851890129958932014-05-23T10:24:00.001-04:002014-05-23T10:24:17.684-04:00Here comes the summer!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-vCho9KIjYhT18d2_HTgLtdmdsLq4Y8ErIL4TmMM9YMQYjUTUGsVqXRaViuEvhPkAKo-LZwRIjMV0hZMjnVBEqXmjMpBLCNkKlnrYTxyqd2v6mqoEHTYqraTj0h714KpaH0nA5Zcb2K_/s640/blogger-image-312089232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-vCho9KIjYhT18d2_HTgLtdmdsLq4Y8ErIL4TmMM9YMQYjUTUGsVqXRaViuEvhPkAKo-LZwRIjMV0hZMjnVBEqXmjMpBLCNkKlnrYTxyqd2v6mqoEHTYqraTj0h714KpaH0nA5Zcb2K_/s640/blogger-image-312089232.jpg"></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-13846131491831304242014-01-27T16:03:00.002-05:002014-01-27T16:03:17.417-05:00Cloth DiapersYes I use cloth diapers! There are many reasons that I use cloth diapers, and yes the environment is one of them, but also let's be honest a box of diapers is so expensive!<br />
I also have found that my little princess has a real problem with that blue stuff that is in some of the pampers now. She always gets a diaper rash with them. While I love the pampers swaddlers for when we are out and about, and that is what she will use at daycare, I find that the rest of the disposable diaper world is not for us.<br />
I have tried organic disposable, and chemical free ones as well but I would rather do a load of laundry a day ann stick with the cloth.<br />
Cloth diapers are far different from when I was a kid, and now you can even get disposable liners which are great. They are far more fashionable too! I highly recommend trying these if you have a baby, or give them as a shower gift if you know someone who is having a baby!<br />
Thus welcome to my little cloth diaper world!<br />
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<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-92189530333955041822014-01-23T20:12:00.003-05:002014-01-23T20:12:52.582-05:00It Has Been A Long Time and A Long RoadIt has been forever since I have written on the blog, but I am back, and the things I blog about will be a little different, and a lot of you are about to learn a lot of things you didn't know and what happens behind the closed doors. As for now though lets focus on this.<br />
On August 5th I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and the last 5+ month have been a joy being able to take her to work with me, and be home with her. She is an amazing little girl, and she is absolutely beautiful:<br />
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Stay tuned for more on her and the newest changes that are coming to the blog!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-85693283470487344972013-04-02T22:52:00.001-04:002014-01-23T21:43:42.337-05:00Yes, it has been a very long time, and well a lot of things are changing and some for the worst, I have some good news too.<br />
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I am pregnant, due in August, and I am having a girl.</div>
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Meet my baby girl.....</div>
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Wow do I love summer, but now I am back to work, and back to school next week, and all the kids are back to school tomorrow. I welcome fall, but am already looking forward to next summer.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-52103210134498788682012-05-19T06:57:00.001-04:002012-05-19T06:57:21.614-04:00WowI am really bad at blogging, well at least lately. However I am now done school for the summer, and almost done work for the summer as well, so I will get back on the blogging train, and stay up to date with the blog.<br />
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<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-57511432727148214522012-03-08T21:29:00.000-05:002012-03-08T21:29:00.948-05:00Washington DCThis past weekend I had the opportunity to go to Washington DC, for the <a href="http://events.lungevity.org/site/PageServer">Lungevity</a> Grassroots event. I had a great time, and got to meet some wonderful people, that were all there for a cause that is near, and dear to my heart.<br />
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More pictures of the other places I visited coming soon.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-87694984129453228942012-02-10T16:55:00.001-05:002012-02-10T16:55:41.912-05:00SicknessOn Monday night Zack said "Mom I need a bucket in my room, I have a belly ache." Being the horrible mom that I am in these cases, said "No, Zack, it is now an hour past your bed time, and you are just playing a game, you need to go to bed please." Well needless to at about 11pm he came up and woke me up telling he had just thrown up all over his bed, and yes he did. I felt so bad for my child for the next 12 hours he was throwing up, and miserable. I spent the full 12 hours with him awake, watching him go through this horrible stomach bug. He then woke up the next day feeling great. I thought for sure I would be up all night the next night with it. That did not happen, Tuesday came and went, Wednesday I was feeling great, even got a workout in after dance. I woke up at 3:15 for work on Thursday, and knew right away I was done, I spent my next 7 hours sicker than a dog, throwing up, and even I think fainting, I would be sitting on the couch, and wake up in the floor a few minutes later. After I was done getting sick, I got a really high fever, and had the worst body aches, and head ache I have ever felt in my life, it was the worst illness I have had in a long time, and the stomach pain was crippling. Zack, and I are both better now of course, and not that any of you wanted to hear or read this, but I just thought I would share what this dreadful virus is like that is going around, and remind you all to scrub your hands all the time, and take your vitamins (even though I take mine everyday, and it did not save me).Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-66097097861938966532012-02-07T10:40:00.000-05:002012-02-07T10:40:27.854-05:00I Know Who I Am.I think having teenage children brings a whole new world to look at. One thing that I notice with my kids, and with my job, is that there is a lot of be like me, and if your not, either you will be the kid no one speaks to, or your the kid (and this is mostly with girls) that will not get spoken to, or made fun of, or they will so jealous of you that they make your life miserable, and talk about you all the time, even when they thought they were friends. I find it very important for my kids to learn, and know that it is okay for them to be them, and know who they are. So this post is more a lesson for my kids, and anyone else who needs a little self love speech (i do not know that is the right word).<br />
I always thought I wanted to be a teacher, but after working in schools for a while I realized, no flipping way do I want that job. I always loved to take pictures, but with a ton of critizicsm about how horrible of a picture taker I was. I knew though that I saw wanted I wanted to capture I guess no one else did though. I managed to take a couple classes while in school for teaching, and learned a few things. Then decided I really wanted to be a photgrapher, and now am in photography school. I know I will be good at what I do, despite the critics. I know I do a good job.<br />
My best friend is truly my husband, I love him more than life itself. We have a relationship like no other couple we know. Yes of course no matter what there are critics there as well. My husband allows me to be me, and I know you have all read this before, but I can't say it enough. We are who we are, and do not need to pretend. In the end we are best friends, and our love truly grows everyday. Our kids are our world, and they know it. They are great kids, and that is because we raise them. They are the center of our universe.<br />
I have tattoos, and yes a big old skull on my arm, even my friends have said not nice things about it, I also have a deer for my dad, and yes have heard shit talk about that too. I am a huge baseball fan, and could give you a ton of baseball facts. I have a one of kind relationship with my husband. My kids are the three best things that have ever happened to me. I am very close to my mother, I was very close to my daddy, that YES I still cry everyday wishing he was still here. I am a Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Soccer mom, Dance mom (not like in that gross show), A Photographer,and A Mini Van driving tattooed woman who know who she is, and could not be prouder. Critics will talk, let them you got their attention, so you have made an impression.<br />
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<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-84968893031872998702012-02-05T09:09:00.001-05:002012-02-05T09:10:06.849-05:00The Simple Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Getting out cookie cutter, and recipe, a cup of coffee, and my eyes on this bright, and sunny Sunday morning.<br />
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<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-58662220365986993612012-02-04T07:54:00.001-05:002012-02-04T07:54:55.285-05:00A Fighter, and A Hero Often Goes Unrecognized<br />
The other day, my mother updated a blog that she had started when they found out my dad had cancer. She really has not posted anything in a long time, but other day she did. It is not that this update is that life changing, but as I read it, I thought about how everyday I miss my dad so much, and it never gets easier, I do not care who you are it does not get easier, and you always think the "what if's". Does that change anything? No, does it help anything? Nope. What it did do though is made me go back to the very first post my mother wrote, and read all of her posts, and cry of course. Here is the thing, and my mother did not really even know this until my dad told her, I was really close to my dad as a teenager, and spent pretty much every night in the garage with him. I had the dad every little girl wants, he took us fishing, to gymnastics, four wheeling, to dance, and even hunting. All well my mother went to school, and worked a million hours a week so we could do all these things. My mother did, and still does so much for us, and in the midst of my dad being so sick I guess I lost some sight of that. My mom is a fighter, hell she could not stand hospitals, or needles, yet she sat with my dad for every treatment, and did everything she could for him at home. There were days where I am sure she thought she could not do it, but she did it anyways. She took care of my dad throughout his whole life, and my sister, and I. She may not have always been there, because of work, but she wanted to be.<br />
Through my dads cancer my was by side the whole time, that is tough, there were good days, and bad days, but man there days I would leave and just cry so I have no idea how the hell she managed watching her husband of 40 years go through hell, and wake up the next day to do it all over again. My mom was the reason my dad fought so hard, without her I do not know that he would have. My mom was and still is fighter to, she dealt people saying shit like "well he knew smoking could do this, and still chose to smoke." and guess what she still deals with those people. If I were here I would have told them to "Fuck off" a long time ago, not my mom, she goes with I am better than them, and I will be sure that they know it attitude, and conquers each day with that. She struggles everyday without the love of her life, and that has to suck more than I know, but everyday she comes back fighting, and trying to raise awareness for lung cancer. She also got a tattoo for lung cancer awareness, and because my tattoo guy (and hers) is so awesome, he donated the money she paid for it to Lungevity.<br />
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My mom is a fighter, and a hero that has gone unrecognized, but mom, you have not gone unnoticed by me, and my family, and I am pretty sure Tami, and her family would say the same.<br />
Thank you for all you do, and have done, I am proud to call you my mom, and clearly dad was proud to call you his wife. You are the strongest woman I know, I love you!!!<br />
<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-32762601872791751702012-02-03T05:02:00.003-05:002012-02-03T05:02:49.023-05:00Here is my first Month- in- Photos post.<br />
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One cold small or medium egg white,<br />
One teaspoon of cornstarch<br />
Mix together until smooth, and foamy, there should be no lumps, and apply to face. At this point you will need to lay down or all your wrinkles if you have any with go south, and you do NOT want that. Wait 20 minutes, and rinse off, follow with moisturizer.<br />
This mask gets very tight, and you will have a hard time open your mouth, but it is not that uncomfortable, and the results are awesome (at least they were with me)<br />
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This is from <i>Organic Body Care Recipes</i>. Author: Stephanie Tourles<br />
I was in no way paid to write this, or am I claiming this is my recipe.<br />
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3am- First alarm goes off, but since I am a snoozer, it keeps going off.<br />
3:30am alarm goes off again (see told you I was a snoozer)<br />
3:45am I get up, and make coffee.<br />
4:00am I turn on my computer, and check into one of my classes, I get as much done as I ca between now, and 5:30am.<br />
5:30am shower.<br />
6:00am I get Jozie up for school, and finish getting ready for work.<br />
6:30am I get Zack up, and eat breakfast with the kids.<br />
6:55am The kids leave for school, and I go around just getting the final touches like my coffee, and water ready to go.<br />
7:10am I leave for work, and get there at 7:30am<br />
I am that at work, working with high school students until 3pm<br />
3:20 I get home, hang up my stuff, and sit with the kids to do homework, I sometimes bring out my computer and work on my school work depending on how much help the kids need.<br />
5:00 make dinner<br />
5:30-6:00 sit with the kids while they eat, I do not eat at this time because I work out after they are done, and I cannot eat first then work out<br />
6:30 Workout<br />
8:00 sit down and eat, and hang out with kids<br />
9:15 Tuck Jozie in, and at 9:30- Zack gets tucked in, and yes every night they get a kiss, and I love you's before I turn off their light on the way out.<br />
9:30-10:30 Homework<br />
11:00 Bed<br />
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This was on our first snow day of the school year, and mu kids went outside for some simple snow day fun, we had a blast!!!!!!<br /><br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-4853916977519116702012-01-21T11:07:00.002-05:002012-01-21T11:07:24.673-05:00OrginizationFirst off let me tell you if you do not know me, I am the least organized person in the world. I am one who will try to be organized, and fail at it over, and over, and over, unless of course it is my pictures, I am really organized with those. On that note, I recently read that meal planning a month at a time is helpful for bust families, and well a mom of three, a full time job, and a full time student I would say qualifies as a busy family, add in a husband that works about 16 hours a day, and yup that defiantly qualifies.<br />
So about a month ago now, I tool a blank calendar page, and planned out the whole month of January worth of meals. I then looked at that list every week before I went to the store, and made my list. I cannot tel you how much this little sheet of paper has helped my family this month. It is awesome, Jeff even called the other day, and asked what dinner plans were, and I said look at the calendar. It is perfect. I even put leftover nights in there, and we have thrown way less food away. I also put nights for the kids to plan whats for dinner, and help make it.<br />
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This week it will change a bit due to football games, and a dress rehearsal Friday night, but I know that now, and am making the changes for the calendar. I being the most unorganized person you will ever meet highly suggest monthly meal planning, at least try it for a month. I am totally hooked, and one step closer to being a little more organized.<br />
<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-4401613049182424982012-01-13T16:59:00.000-05:002012-01-13T16:59:18.765-05:00My ConfessionI have a confession to make, umm okay maybe a few, but here goes.
I do not read nearly as much as I should. I mean I read my books for school, and I read all the blogs that I follow, but I do not sit with a book to read for enjoyment. That being said however I have recently finished the first book that I have read in a while, and not one that I read because I was reading to the kids at bedtime. I mean a book that I read just to read a book. I am somewhat embarrassed by the book that I read to. I read, and yes I fell into the trap <i>New Moon</i>, and might I tell you that at first I was kind of into it, and enjoyed. Please note that at first. Then as I got a little more than halfway I realized how awful it really was. This book is horrible, I mean really bad. Here is a little summary:
Edward, and Bella are in love, he leaves her because he cannot give her the human life she deserves. Bella start hanging around with Jacob, and he then becomes a werewolf, but she knows, and is okay with that. He tells her loves her, she just wants to be friends. After everyday with Jacob, Bella starts to think that she could learn to love him, as she is ready to tell him. Edwards sister shows up, and Jacob hates vampires, in fact he fights them, and kills them. Bella then takes off to Italy to save Edward as he is asking the head of vampires to kill him, and saves him. He tells her he lied he never wants to be without her, and she takes him back. All this is happens in between the many dangerous things she does because every time she does something dangerous Edwards voice is in her head, and she wants to hear him. She gets hurt numerous times, and is super clumsy. She has nightmares about him leaving her, after he already did of course, and all she wants is to look into his eyes, and feel his cold, hard skin, which is described on almost every page.
This book is ridiculous, it has many spelling errors, and I suck at spelling so for me to find them is bad. The grammar issue is the same, and there are typos up the ass. Again all of the things that I am bad at, so for me to find is bad. It took almost 12 weeks, reading at least an hour a day 5 days a week to finish this book, if that says anything about how bad it is.
I just felt a need to share this with all of you because well I just needed to tell you how horrible it is that teenage girls everywhere (including my own) are so into these books, and movies.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-34960354653949346502012-01-02T08:45:00.001-05:002012-01-02T08:45:49.939-05:00So Far, So GoodThe new year is off to a great start so far. Yesterday I made a list of the "have to do" things on the chalkboard in my kitchen, and so far I have completed all of the things on the list, and it is 8:38am. Who cares that I was up at 3am. (My husband is sick, and so on my last day of Christmas vacation I got up extra early to help him get ready for work) okay back on topic. One of the things that I had on my list was to clip, and organize all my coupons, and then plan meals for the month. These were the first two things that I did this morning. Now all my meals are planned for the month, and all I have to do each week is check the flyers, grab my coupons, and go to the store. I am super excited to see how the month a head meal planning works out, and of course I will let you know.
I hope your New Year is starting out as successful as mine is.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-74208527900727568322011-12-31T08:31:00.000-05:002011-12-31T08:37:10.880-05:00Good Bye 2011, Hello 2012Here is a little video pf some pictures of some of the things we did in
2011. The saddest thing that happened was that I lost my father in
March. Instead of capturing the sadness though I put together some fun
things that we did over the year, from lots of swimming, to playing with
my mothers new puppy, to going to a balloon rally, and even some photos
of things I had to take for school, oh and of course the fact that my
husband got to play softball at Fenway Park.<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2z9XN99nr5o&feature=youtu.be">Check out our year!</a>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-51238565737621183922011-12-28T19:11:00.001-05:002011-12-28T19:11:13.875-05:00I am so bad at thisI know, I know I have not blogged since like Thanksgiving, and I am really bad about it. I promise tomorrow will be a very long update post for all of you, even if my followers are family members or close friends.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-78011163026566807152011-11-24T08:05:00.000-05:002011-11-24T08:05:11.921-05:00Thankful for...I did not want to do one of those posts that tells you a list of the things that I am thankful for, because honestly, besides my family, and friends, and health, and my home...etc. I would have forgotten a million things, and well really I am thankful for everything I have, everyday, the good, and the bad. I did want to use this post to talk about my dad, because this is the first year without him.<br />
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I am thankful for all the love and support my father gave me, and all the things that he taught me.<br />
I am thankful for all the love and support my father gave to my children. and all the things that he taught them. My children were very close to my father, as was I, and this has been a very difficult year for all of us. Remember all things that we are thankful for, and the things that we did with my dad, and all the good times we had, does not make it easier, but it does put a little smile on our faces with the tears.<br />
My father was an amazing person, and really touched our lives more than anyone would ever understand. He was a true hero, and to us he still is. We all miss him so much. With that being said I should add here how thankful I am for my mom, who is a strong woman, and has been the greatest mother, as well. She is also a wonderful grandmother.<br />
Happy Thanksgiving everyone, be thankful for all your moments, good, bad, happy, or sad. They makes us the people that we are.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-40282361887727486662011-11-11T21:52:00.000-05:002011-11-11T21:52:43.874-05:00Creepy PlacesLast week after the Lungevity walk in honor if my dad, my friend Michele, and I went to take some pictures. We went to the state hospital grounds, and found some creepy places on the grounds. It was fun, and a little scary at the same time.<br />
Here is my favorite image from our adventures. <br />
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</tbody></table>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-38789692490476540742011-11-06T21:09:00.000-05:002011-11-06T21:09:49.257-05:00A New SiteWhen I started Photography school, I had no idea what I was in for. I was scared that they would tell me my photos suck, and I will not make it as a photographer. Well that has not happened, and I am doing really well so that is a good thing.<br />
I did have to make a website though, and that was a task in a half, because I am not a website designer, and had no clue where to start. I tried Wordpress, and hated it, I tried to make one here on Blogger, but could not get the domain name to transfer to blogger form wordpress. Then thanks to my friend Michele, she asked a friend of hers who uses SmugMug if it was decent, and easy. He said yes, so I now have a SmugMug site for my photography.<br />
Here is the link, and keep checking back as I slowly begin to add pictures to it.<br />
<a href="http://kellylongphotography.smugmug.com/">http://kellylongphotography.smugmug.com/</a>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313448923829035514.post-86659957861724886292011-11-01T17:36:00.000-04:002011-11-01T17:36:13.023-04:00I Do Not UnderstandI get that there are always new trends, and fads that some of us love or hate, take for instance the while Ugg's trend. At first I hated it, and then I was given a pair as a gift form my parents, and let me just tell you... They are the best freakin things ever, They are warm, and so comfortable, and I love them. That being said I do not wear them in the summer when it is 90 degrees out.<br />
So moving on,, here is what I do not understand.....The whole friggin zombie fad. It drives me crazy. I listen to high school kids all day long talk about zombie attacks, and how cool Zombies are. Then I listen to teachers talk about how they will survive the zombie attack. Only to come home, and here my own teenage boy talk to me about zombies, and how they are going to attack, and then I came across a blog, and do you know what the post for the day was? You got it... Zombies.. Well the anatomy of a zombie to be exact. I do not get it. I do not watch "The Walking Dead", nor do I care to, but clearly Zombies are coming to get us, and only the people that know all about Zombies will survive.<br />
Really. So please feel free to enlighten me on this new trend, but I have to tell you, I am most likely not going to love this new trend, like I do my Ugg's Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725564958427342192noreply@blogger.com0