<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:26.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Girl Strikes Again</title><subtitle type='html'>All things wise and wonderful... and some really dumb... and mostly random</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-9023133655857277672</id><published>2008-06-20T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:16:23.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm going to start using this to chronicle my attempt to get healthy. I don't really want it on my MySpace page, and I know no one really reads this since i never use it. So that works for me.I went to the doctor on June 17th to get started on my anxiety meds again. I've been depressed for a while and really avoiding some things. I've been sleeping in in the mornings and neglecting my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/9023133655857277672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=9023133655857277672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/9023133655857277672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/9023133655857277672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-im-going-to-start-using-this-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-4783459094974099742</id><published>2007-07-12T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:04:04.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New post. etc. so it doesn't get rid of my blogger account.... blah blah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/4783459094974099742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=4783459094974099742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/4783459094974099742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/4783459094974099742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116499156429208398</id><published>2006-12-01T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:07:43.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kurt Browning is cool. He just did a skating segment on Good Morning America or something like that. The cool part was that he skated to a Barenaked Ladies song. Way to go Canadians!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116499156429208398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116499156429208398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116499156429208398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116499156429208398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/12/kurt-browning-is-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116499133809901428</id><published>2006-12-01T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:42:18.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A - Available/Single? Very happily married to my numerical boy.B - Best Friend? That would be 7.C- Cake or Pie? Cake. Yellow cake with chocolate fudge frosting in a bowl covered with milk.D - Drink Of Choice? Milk or Diet Coke. I can't stand drinking water. Gah!E - Essential Item You Use Everyday? Toothbrush. I even get up in the middle of the night to brush my teeth in case 7 wants to kiss me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116499133809901428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116499133809901428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116499133809901428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116499133809901428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/12/availablesingle-very-happily-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116451044872449789</id><published>2006-11-25T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:17:44.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kid QuotesWhile watching one of the kids' favorite movies.Oliver: "I think what Godzilla did to Mothra was a butt-whoopin."Announced last night. Charlie: "My tummy wants to watch a movie."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116451044872449789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116451044872449789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116451044872449789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116451044872449789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/11/kid-quotes-while-watching-one-of-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116387669947992128</id><published>2006-11-18T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:30:37.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick. I hate being sick. I was just sick, and now I'm sick again. I hate Bakersfield for making me sick. I hate my body for being a wuss. I've got a sinus infection again. I just finished up my antibiotics for one about 4 days ago, but I guess it wasn't enough to actually get rid of it. Luckily I've got a doctor's appointment on Monday to talk to him about my anxiety issues, I'll just get a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116387669947992128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116387669947992128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116387669947992128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116387669947992128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116365910680797079</id><published>2006-11-15T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:27:15.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok folks, here it is! The Official "What Kayla Wants for Christmas" List. I know, I know, I usually don't ask for anything, but this year it's different. I finally got a little of that gimme gimme Christmas greed in me. So to help all of my fans and admirers buy me something I will actually like, I put together this little list.1. Pajamas: I got some really awesome Fashion Bug jammies last year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116365910680797079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116365910680797079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116365910680797079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116365910680797079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-folks-here-it-is-official-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116365734513059790</id><published>2006-11-15T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:09:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and thanks to Jagular and 7, who both still check my site everyday to see if I have blogged something. I can't keep letting them down.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116365734513059790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116365734513059790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116365734513059790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116365734513059790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-and-thanks-to-jagular-and-7-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116365728087628906</id><published>2006-11-15T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:00:39.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a birthday yesterday. I turned 30. I reflected on the fact that my twenties were over and I wondered if I had really spent them the best way I could. I didn't reach any professional goals. I surely didn't reach any financial goals. I didn't take very good care of my health, mental or physical. What I did do though, is have two awesome kids completely by accident. Both kids were a suprise, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116365728087628906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116365728087628906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116365728087628906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116365728087628906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-birthday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-116323090035687775</id><published>2006-11-10T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:41:40.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I never blog here anymore, does anyone ever check it? I need a topic and can't think of one. Someone ask me a question... anything... I'll answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/116323090035687775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=116323090035687775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116323090035687775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/116323090035687775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/11/since-i-never-blog-here-anymore-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115999432175531972</id><published>2006-10-04T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:38:41.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               Kid Quotes                                                                                                                         Mommy needs to watch her mouth! The other day Charlie Girl and I were in the car when I noticed that someone had stolen 7's rear license plate off the Nissan. Without thinking I blurted out, "Fucking hell!" (Later that day) Charlie: What the!?! Kayla: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115999432175531972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115999432175531972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115999432175531972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115999432175531972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/10/kid-quotes-mommy-needs-to-watch-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115999422874721204</id><published>2006-10-04T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:37:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't even get to bounce!      So for as long as we've had kids and we've been around those bouncy houses, I've wanted to get in one. I never have though out of fear that I would A) break it or B) embarass myself in some way. Well, last weekend I decided to quit listening to that little voice and climbed into the bouncer my sister-in-law had set up for her son's birthday.      I was in it a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115999422874721204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115999422874721204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115999422874721204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115999422874721204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-didnt-even-get-to-bounce-so-for-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683244518272897</id><published>2006-08-28T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:20:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, August 28, 2006                                                                                                                            Kid Quotes                                                                                                                                     Quickie:Oliver and I went to Vons the other day. As we were parking he noticed the man in the car next to us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683244518272897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683244518272897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683244518272897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683244518272897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-august-28-2006-kid-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683238376015704</id><published>2006-08-28T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:19:43.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday, August 27, 2006                                                                                                                            What's in a name                                                              Current mood:  bored                                                                                                                      1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683238376015704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683238376015704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683238376015704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683238376015704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-august-27-2006-whats-in-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683235678858945</id><published>2006-08-28T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:19:16.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday, August 26, 2006                                                                                                                            Kid Quotes: Star Trek Edition                                                              Current mood:  amused                                                                                                                      The kids were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683235678858945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683235678858945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683235678858945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683235678858945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-august-26-2006-kid-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683232359749557</id><published>2006-08-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:44:12.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, August 23, 2006                                                                                                                            It's a Two Blog Night folks                                                                                                                       My baby started school this week. Oliver is a certified Kindergartener. He wasn't very excited about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683232359749557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683232359749557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683232359749557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683232359749557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/wednesday-august-23-2006-its-two-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683229148800630</id><published>2006-08-28T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:18:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, August 08, 2006                                                                                                                            My never ending day                                                              Current mood:  tired                                                                                                                      Oy, today was a long one! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683229148800630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683229148800630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683229148800630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683229148800630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-august-08-2006-my-never-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683226503408340</id><published>2006-08-28T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:17:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, August 07, 2006                                                                                                                            Dimmit                                              Current mood: still drunk!!                                                                                                                      OK, that was supposed to say go to Big Lots.... not bog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683226503408340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683226503408340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683226503408340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683226503408340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-august-07-2006-dimmit-current.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683220418217975</id><published>2006-08-28T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:16:44.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, August 07, 2006                                                                                                                            Kid Quotes                                                              Current mood:  sleepy                                                                                                                      Walking with Oliver last night .O: Eww, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683220418217975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683220418217975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683220418217975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683220418217975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-august-07-2006-kid-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683217407287471</id><published>2006-08-28T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:16:14.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ust call me Mom                                                              Current mood:  okay                                                                                                                      So, not only am I old now, I am turning into a total suburban mom. I went to Sam's Club today and got a membership. I was commenting the other day about how I needed a minivan. And I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683217407287471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683217407287471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683217407287471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683217407287471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/ust-call-me-mom-current-mood-okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683215213830512</id><published>2006-08-28T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:15:52.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, July 25, 2006                                                                                                                            Kid Quotes                                                              Current mood:  busy                                                                                                                      During a discussion about birds.Charlie: I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683215213830512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683215213830512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683215213830512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683215213830512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-july-25-2006-kid-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683212500278434</id><published>2006-08-28T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:15:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, July 19, 2006                                                                                                                            The Truth About Diets                                                              Current mood:  chipper                                                                                                                      And for those of you who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683212500278434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683212500278434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683212500278434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683212500278434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/wednesday-july-19-2006-truth-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683208970784846</id><published>2006-08-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:14:49.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               I'm back                                                              Current mood:  calm                                                                                                                          Woo Hoo!! I have a working computer in the house again. I am so so so happy. I felt like I was suddenly on a deserted island.No computer, no car, no hubby, and there you are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683208970784846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683208970784846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683208970784846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683208970784846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back-current-mood-calm-woo-hoo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683205085646283</id><published>2006-08-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:14:10.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               Iggy Pop                                                                                                                                     I was watching my daughter run around in her panties this morning when I realized she looks like Iggy Pop. She's long limbed and lean, with very visible muscles and her hair is always hanging in her face. She's just missing the bulging veins </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683205085646283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683205085646283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683205085646283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683205085646283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/iggy-pop-i-was-watching-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683202194455274</id><published>2006-08-28T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:13:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               I look like... (Deluxe Edition)                                                              Current mood:  chipper                                                                                                                      Wow, a bulletin has made me want to post really silly stuff in here. You put "(your name) looks like" in a Google search and see what it comes up with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683202194455274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683202194455274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683202194455274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683202194455274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683176697720480</id><published>2006-08-28T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:09:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Must Be A Cold Day In Hell TodaySo you could call me amazed, flabbergasted and just plain dumbfounded. After weeks of my asking 7 to clean the lid of the trashcan, which he at some point in the distant past, splashed with chili/ketchup/oil/sacrificial blood, I walked into the kitchen to find a ..... wait for it......  mostly clean trashcan lid!!!! Wow! I feel like taking him upstairs and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683176697720480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683176697720480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683176697720480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683176697720480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-must-be-cold-day-in-hell-today-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115683134617574661</id><published>2006-08-28T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:07:33.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I am going to try to bring over the blog entries I have been doing on my Myspace account to here. Bear with me if none of this makes sense.Quickie Kid Quotes                                                       While shopping in the underwear department at WalMart the other day, Charlie saw some padded bras hanging on a rack. "Look Daddy, little boobs. Little boobs for little babies."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115683134617574661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115683134617574661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683134617574661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115683134617574661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-am-going-to-try-to-bring-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115018992169332235</id><published>2006-06-13T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:12:01.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm attempting to turn over a new leaf. I'm going to stop smoking crack. I'm serious, I'm really going to quit this time. I can't handle the insanity it brings into my life, making me jittery and sleepless, making me act weird in public and talk to myself. Oh wait, that's just me. Well there ya go, I already kicked the habit. Way to go Kaykay!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115018992169332235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115018992169332235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115018992169332235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115018992169332235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-attempting-to-turn-over-new-leaf.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-115018986076148417</id><published>2006-06-13T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:11:00.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               Kid Quotes                                                                                                         Overheard the other morning while the kids were playing.Oliver: "We're not just rabbits, we're NINJA RABBITS!" (starts singing the theme song from the Incredibles)Charlie playing with a little animal figurine: "Momma, that looks like Snowball."Kayla: "I thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/115018986076148417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=115018986076148417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115018986076148417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/115018986076148417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/06/kid-quotes-overheard-other-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-114655981819707527</id><published>2006-05-02T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T01:50:25.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO for some reason we have a spider cage match going on here on the computer desk. We had found a brown widow spider in the kitchen and had put it in a jar. The next night we found a black widow in the kitchen. So we stuck her in the jar too. Then we put in one of the 8 million earwigs currently plagueing us in there as a third contestant. So far the action has included a lot of scurrying about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/114655981819707527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=114655981819707527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114655981819707527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114655981819707527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-for-some-reason-we-have-spider-cage.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-114543279711826711</id><published>2006-04-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:46:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kid QuotesCharlie announced the other day,"I've got some balls in my purse." This wouldn't have been so funny, except that she says purse like puss.Seeing me pulling out the art supplies box, Oliver asks, "Are we doing arts and craps?"We went to eat at a salad place. Oliver had some banana chips with his dinner. "Daddy, these are the best banana croutons I've ever had!"While getting ready to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/114543279711826711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=114543279711826711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114543279711826711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114543279711826711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/04/kid-quotes-charlie-announced-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-114474489250307750</id><published>2006-04-11T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:41:34.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KID QUOTES- NEW COMPUTER EDITIONWhile looking at 7's new computer screens and the changing screen savers, Oliver asked, "Where'd you collect those? Were they on eBay or something?"Charlie was spellbound by a screensaver of stars and said, "How'd outer space get in there?"7's computer has glowing dials on the front. Oliver was trying to point them out to a friend. "Look! Lookit Maria! Daddy's blue</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/114474489250307750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=114474489250307750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114474489250307750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114474489250307750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/04/kid-quotes-new-computer-edition-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-114388063118423990</id><published>2006-04-01T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:37:11.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, I have been blogging on my myspace site for a while now. You can read it at       http://blog.myspace.com/girlusrandomness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/114388063118423990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=114388063118423990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114388063118423990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114388063118423990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/04/by-way-i-have-been-blogging-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-114388047419353126</id><published>2006-04-01T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:34:34.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Re-entering society via the purchase of a prepaid Visa debit card today had me feeling weird. I have been operating on a cash/ money order only basis for so long, that it really bothers me to have money on a card and not physically in my possession. We had some hard times a few years back and ended up filing bankruptcy because we had to pay for everything with credit for a while. So now I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/114388047419353126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=114388047419353126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114388047419353126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/114388047419353126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2006/04/re-entering-society-via-purchase-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-113567395885548291</id><published>2005-12-27T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:59:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, I love Craig Ferguson from the Late Late Show. He makes me want to watch Scottish porn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/113567395885548291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=113567395885548291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113567395885548291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113567395885548291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/12/by-way-i-love-craig-ferguson-from-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-113567386435286885</id><published>2005-12-27T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:57:44.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7 is upstairs spanking the kids. They absolutely destroyed their room and then would not clean it up when we told them to go clean. They would go up there and fart around for a little while, then come back downstairs and start bugging me. When I asked them if the room was done, they'd of course say yes, and when I told them I was throwing away anything I found on the floor, they'd run back up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/113567386435286885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=113567386435286885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113567386435286885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113567386435286885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/12/7-is-upstairs-spanking-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-113532720221151697</id><published>2005-12-23T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:40:02.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick kid funniesAnytime we do something silly Charlie will tell us, "Mommy, you all funny." It's accompanied by this swishy little wrist movement that makes us wonder if she thinks we're gay.A lady commented on Charlie's sparkly red shoes, "You have Dorothy shoes on."Oliver- "Dorky shoes? She does NOT have dorky shoes on!"We think you should teach your children the correct names for genitalia. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/113532720221151697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=113532720221151697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113532720221151697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113532720221151697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/12/quick-kid-funnies-anytime-we-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-113532625885190907</id><published>2005-12-23T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:24:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So we got a tree and 7 got to decorate it this year. He decided to do it all red and silver with little red bows and his Texan's christmas hat on the top. It's really cute and everyone who has seen it loves it. We've got the living room decorated and I can breathe easier now. I've also almost got all my shopping done. Yippee!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/113532625885190907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=113532625885190907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113532625885190907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113532625885190907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-we-got-tree-and-7-got-to-decorate.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-113416378854795694</id><published>2005-12-09T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:29:52.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so sorry. I have been a very bad girl. Maybe you should spank me for not blogging in so long.Anyways, so here it is December and I have a few things to say. Beware, they are kind of random.1. I had a great birthday in November. I turned 29 (yikes!) and my husband suprised me with a PARTY. Usually on my birthday we are broke and end up doing nothing. Of course, being the wonderful wife I am, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/113416378854795694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=113416378854795694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113416378854795694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/113416378854795694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-112201269248699909</id><published>2005-07-21T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:11:32.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH MY F*CKING GOD IT HAS BEEN HOT HERE IN BAKERSFIELD!! AND OUR POOL IS CLOSED........WAAAAAAAAAAAAH.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/112201269248699909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=112201269248699909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112201269248699909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112201269248699909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-fcking-god-it-has-been-hot-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-112112447104578124</id><published>2005-07-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:27:51.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy AssSo the other night I get home from my mom's house and collapse on the couch after another long hard day of watching kids. 7 had been gone all day filming shorts for the new Rat Theater website. He never tells me what they are going to be doing specifically because he thinks it's funnier to leave me in the dark. Anyways, he was home when I got there and came over to hug me. When he got up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/112112447104578124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=112112447104578124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112447104578124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112447104578124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-ass-so-other-night-i-get-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-112112380556267623</id><published>2005-07-11T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:16:45.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awesome BandWe went down to The University of La Verne for my sister Callie's Senoir Project presentation in May. While we were there we saw a film done by another student about this awesome band called Building A Better Spaceship. The film was really neat and, on top of that, they had arranged for the band to come and play for everyone. We really had a great time since they rocked and had a ton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/112112380556267623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=112112380556267623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112380556267623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112380556267623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/07/awesome-band-we-went-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-112112350300263163</id><published>2005-07-11T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:12:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Daughter The StripperSo my 2 year old is going to be a stripper when she grows up. I just know it. She does things like strip her clothes off while walking down the sidewalk in front of her grandma's house like it's no big deal. She pole dances on the verticle railing for our stairs. Everytime she is naked, she runs over to us and does a little twisting jump so she lands wiht her butt facing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/112112350300263163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=112112350300263163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112350300263163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112350300263163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-daughter-stripper-so-my-2-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-112112304920723005</id><published>2005-07-11T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:04:09.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long time, no blog....Sorry for seeming like I don't love ya no more. I do, just our computer has been broken for a long time this time. With the darling hubby still looking for work, we don't have an extra $400 to slap down for a replacement motherboard and power port. Be patient. I have been storing up things to write about when I get a chance to really sit down and blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/112112304920723005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=112112304920723005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112304920723005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/112112304920723005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111666612455980780</id><published>2005-05-21T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:02:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Thoughts1. The movie version of Popeye is awesome. We rented it the other day and I fell in love with it all over again. Robin Williams is perfect as the muttering smart ass sailor and Shelley Duvall was born to play Olive Oyl. Top it off with a cute baby, great songs and a fun storyline and you've got a fantastic movie viewing experience.2. I still love Oliver Platt.3. I realized I never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111666612455980780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111666612455980780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111666612455980780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111666612455980780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-thoughts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111666526874857435</id><published>2005-05-21T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:47:58.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If ever I need a self-esteem boost, I just log on to Yahoo! Messenger under my alter ego name. I won't say what it is, but I list my occupation as the Queen Goddess of the Boobie Republic. Needless to say, I get quite a bit of male attention. The thing that really makes it fun is that most of the fellas are BBW lovers. For those of you not in the know, it means big beautiful woman lover... ie: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111666526874857435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111666526874857435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111666526874857435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111666526874857435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-ever-i-need-self-esteem-boost-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111666186160888862</id><published>2005-05-21T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:51:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Still Fat, Now You Look Like A SausageHave you seen the infomercial for the Slim 'n' Lift contouring undergarment? You know, the miracle girdle that is supposed to whittle your figure down several inches, make your clothes fit better, make you look like you don't weigh 300 pounds. The commercial shows woman after woman, looking sad and frumpy, lumpy, bumpy and stuffed into too tight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111666186160888862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111666186160888862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111666186160888862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111666186160888862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/youre-still-fat-now-you-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111665831639807086</id><published>2005-05-20T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:52:14.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning... you were on my mind...Recently I have found nothing more intimidating than this little bit of blank screen here. I have been trying for days to come up with something to write about, never quite being able to convince myself to just up and do it. You see, I think about you, the reader, and what it is that you would like to read here. I know my site will never be as witty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111665831639807086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111665831639807086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111665831639807086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111665831639807086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-woke-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111562723911591417</id><published>2005-05-09T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:30:44.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so dizzy... My head is spinnin'So I woke up the other night at 2 a.m. from a dead sleep ready to hurl. I felt so sick to my stomach and the damn room wouldn't stay still. I swear it was swirling around me. Shifting and turning like some kind of crazy carnival ride. I tried to get up to walk and fell against the wall. I made my way through my tilting bedroom to the top of the stairs and called</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111562723911591417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111562723911591417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111562723911591417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111562723911591417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-dizzy.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111562490582393851</id><published>2005-05-09T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:48:38.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conversations With Oliver (Part 2)Scene- Eating ice cream one night. K sees Oliver getting brainfreeze.K: How ya doin' there Ollie? Ice cream too cold?O: I want you to blow it so it can be warm.(Kayla and 7 about die laughing)Scene- Oliver is holding a little bowl.O- What's in there?K- Take a look.O- DOLLARS!! CHING!!Scene- Putting on Oliver's new cowboy boots.O: I can't get this boot on my foot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111562490582393851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111562490582393851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111562490582393851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111562490582393851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/conversations-with-oliver-part-2-scene.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111502798650857569</id><published>2005-05-02T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:59:46.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been cheating on my husband with a big blonde guy. At first I felt bad about it. It was strange having him in my house, kissing him, looking over and seeing him in my bed. I didn't want to look at him because it gave me an odd feeling. I also notice that people have been giving us strange looks when we go out together. I don't know if it's because they know what my husband looks like, or if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111502798650857569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111502798650857569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111502798650857569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111502798650857569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-been-cheating-on-my-husband-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111502651237299980</id><published>2005-05-02T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:35:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've been having some trouble lately with a pulled muscle in my back. It goes right across my rib cage and makes most movement, including breathing, very painful. Last night was one of those nights where it decided to rear its ugly head. I spent most of the evening writhing painfully before my muscle relaxant and Tylenol-3 kicked in and I passed out for the night. I woke up to the sound of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111502651237299980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111502651237299980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111502651237299980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111502651237299980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-ive-been-having-some-trouble-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111502531808385794</id><published>2005-05-02T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:15:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conversations with OliverKayla: (Upon noticing him playing with a pot lid and an action figure) Whatcha doin' Oliver?Oliver: I'm banging Darth Vader. I'm banging myself. Banging yourself is not a good thing. It's a bad thing. I banged Darth Vader... He's dead."..........................................................................................................................................</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111502531808385794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111502531808385794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111502531808385794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111502531808385794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/05/conversations-with-oliver-kayla-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111459621816677800</id><published>2005-04-27T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T03:03:38.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's almost 3 a.m. in the morning. I have told my husband at least 4 times that I want to go upstairs and have my way with him.... and what does he do? He sits here slack jawed, oohing, aahing and giggling over that damn Max X video show. Damn Spike tv! They have managed to find the shows that can nullify man's desire for sex with an eager, willing and persistent female partner. I hate Spike tv!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111459621816677800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111459621816677800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111459621816677800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111459621816677800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-almost-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111459575478602241</id><published>2005-04-27T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T02:55:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love Oliver Platt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111459575478602241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111459575478602241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111459575478602241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111459575478602241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-oliver-platt.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111084840743337711</id><published>2005-03-14T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:31:19.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was having a dream this morning where I was visiting a prison and someone was groping my butt. Turns out it was Charlie sticking her foot in my butt in her sleep once again. I swear, this child has a pathological need to touch us while she is sleeping. She should have the phrase "Charlie get your feet out of my crotch!" memorized by now. Sometimes it gets to the point where my skin feels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111084840743337711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111084840743337711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111084840743337711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111084840743337711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-i-was-having-dream-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111068410773682454</id><published>2005-03-12T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:21:47.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just in case you don't know who the Raelians are, they are a crazy french cult that claims to be headed by the alien god Rael.  They also claim to be the first ones to have cloned a human baby.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111068410773682454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111068410773682454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111068410773682454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111068410773682454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-in-case-you-dont-know-who-raelians.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-111068366019301701</id><published>2005-03-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:28:24.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream Alert: Weirdness to followSo the other night I had a doozy of a dream. I was living in a deserted department store for some reason and was scrounging around finding clothes and stuff that could be useful. So far I had found some crazy looking sparkly, sequined, mismatched junk to wear and was lamenting the fact that I was all alone and didn't know what had happened to my family. As I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/111068366019301701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=111068366019301701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111068366019301701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/111068366019301701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-alert-weirdness-to-follow-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110975814647774509</id><published>2005-03-02T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:09:37.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hair UpdateI got it cut and then we bleached it out. I used this really great powder bleach called Quick Blue. It did a great job and I ended up with light, light blonde hair with soft pink highlights. When I gel it up and spike it, it looks like flames. Pretty cool if you ask me. Much better than the plain blonde and not as out there as the pink. I've got some blue dye, but haven't decided when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110975814647774509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110975814647774509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110975814647774509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110975814647774509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/03/hair-update-i-got-it-cut-and-then-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110975780055721916</id><published>2005-03-02T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:03:20.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I appologize.  I apparently have run out of things to say. Lately I've been tired, frustrated and so mentally vacant that even putting together a grocery list is a giant effort.  Perhaps I'll perk up some as spring comes into bloom. I'm so tired of being inside with the kids and the clutter. I've been eating like crazy to help with the boredom, but it just adds to my disgust with my weight. What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110975780055721916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110975780055721916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110975780055721916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110975780055721916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-appologize.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110647554745462027</id><published>2005-01-23T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:19:20.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quickie - I got an email today saying that the Barenaked Ladies (the Greatest Group Ever) is looking for 500 people to show up in Hollywood on Tuesday to be the audience for their tv show pilot. I want to go soooo bad, but I don't think we'll have gas money for it. Maybe I can go sell some stuff to the second hand baby shop. I've got a ton of babyclothes that can go. I'll look into that Monday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110647554745462027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110647554745462027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110647554745462027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110647554745462027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/01/quickie-i-got-email-today-saying-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110647464342511374</id><published>2005-01-23T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:04:46.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah Yeah YeahI'm not dead. Been dead tired a lot recently due to Charlie always sleeping in my bed. Little weenie. Everyone here is doing ok. 7 still hasn't found a job, but is waiting for word on one from an interview he had a few weeks back. We keep calling and are getting told that it's down to him and one other guy, but apparently the fella making the decision isn't in any hurry. I've also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110647464342511374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110647464342511374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110647464342511374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110647464342511374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2005/01/yeah-yeah-yeah-im-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110232804511246918</id><published>2004-12-06T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T02:14:05.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha, 4 posts in one night... well 5 now... betcha'd never see this eh? My fingers are burning up the keyboard!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110232804511246918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110232804511246918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110232804511246918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110232804511246918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/12/ha-4-posts-in-one-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110232670066591915</id><published>2004-12-06T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T02:08:24.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charlie Says....These are the things Charlie says most often.Peek boo (peek a boo)My Man! (Spiderman)Papi (puppy)Da-dee!! (super gleeful Daddy)ma-MA! (in the style of a small angry german frau)gotcha!I git it!NOW!! (usually yelled at Oliver after I say it to him)C'mere (come here)BubbaAh-Yee (Ollie)AYE! (ice)rink (drink)Bee! (either binkie or a fly)EEE! (eat)nandy (candy)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110232670066591915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110232670066591915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110232670066591915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110232670066591915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/12/charlie-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110232461447716188</id><published>2004-12-06T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:43:08.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ollie Says....I've been trying to keep track of all the funny things the kids have been saying and doing lately so I could post them on here for everyone to enjoy. Here's what Oliver has been up to.Explaining things: Oliver will ask if you know about something and then launch into an explanation. He asked the grocery checker the other day if she knew about Santa Claus. He told her "he's kinda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110232461447716188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110232461447716188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110232461447716188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110232461447716188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/12/ollie-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110231764844339162</id><published>2004-12-06T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:02:28.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything you wanted to know about Halloween, but were afraid to askI realized I hadn't told y'all about how our Halloween went. I'd hate to skip it, especially since it is one of my favorite holidays. 7 and I were invited to a party the night before Halloween at the house of a fella 7 worked with. It was mainly people standing around out in te backyard, freezing their asses off, drinking beer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110231764844339162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110231764844339162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110231764844339162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110231764844339162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/12/everything-you-wanted-to-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-110231641899893446</id><published>2004-12-05T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:00:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Call me Pinky.  So I finally did it. I went ahead and bleached my hair and dyed it pink. I did it for Halloween and then decided I really liked it. We have been trying different products to find one that give a great color and will last for a while. I have been leaving pink all over everything for the past week since the colors we have tried so far are only semi-permanent. I talked to a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/110231641899893446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=110231641899893446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110231641899893446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/110231641899893446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/12/call-me-pinky.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109813880691612039</id><published>2004-10-18T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:34:49.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Childhood InnocenceIt's so funny when Oliver and Charlie do something to show how much we, as adults, take things for granted. A few minutes ago I was sitting here typing on the computer with Oliver looking on and I stopped to pop my knuckles. As I'm working on them I notice that Oliver has an absolutely horrified look on his face. "You just broke your fingers!" he yelped. "You did it on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109813880691612039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109813880691612039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109813880691612039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109813880691612039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/10/childhood-innocence-its-so-funny-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109704416474585894</id><published>2004-10-05T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:32:04.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weirdo go homeJust in case you were wondering, Oliver's party went really well. I managed to get enough super hero capes made for the kids who attended and, after a small snafu with the spray paint, we managed to get their initials on them as well. Everyone seemed to think they were really neat. We have developed a theory though. At our party and our friends' party the following weekend at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109704416474585894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109704416474585894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109704416474585894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109704416474585894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/10/weirdo-go-home-just-in-case-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109704328683139757</id><published>2004-10-05T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:16:02.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who needs sleep?...So the past two weeks or so have been one long period of insomnia and crazed activity. We had to plan and execute Oliver's birthday party, go to two other birthday parties and one sorority picnic in Southern California, and I am now providing day care for the daughter of a friend. During all of this I have been operating with a bare minimum of sleep. For some reason, as soon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109704328683139757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109704328683139757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109704328683139757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109704328683139757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-needs-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109703914467170411</id><published>2004-10-05T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:05:44.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I'm not hungover!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109703914467170411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109703914467170411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109703914467170411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109703914467170411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-im-not-hungover.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109581501927469308</id><published>2004-09-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:35:52.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oliver's birthday is on Saturday. He'll be three and he is so excited. My mom taught him to hold up his fingers to show how old he is, but he keeps telling people he's 24 . I have no clue where he got that. My little boy is getting to be such a big guy. He's bigger than his four-year-old friend Logan and talks like a kindergartener. We're still struggling with getting him potty trained so he can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109581501927469308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109581501927469308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109581501927469308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109581501927469308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/09/olivers-birthday-is-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109581448573176256</id><published>2004-09-21T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:24:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look out... she's gonna blow!!So a weekend of boozing and 7's chili has left me a gassy mess. It also took its toll on our friends as well. Our friend Dave started his new job yesterday and was apparently letting loose all day. Hopefully they won't fire him for that. I've been a mess too. My stomach rumbles incessantly and I've been farting so much Oliver's sides hurt. He thinks it's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109581448573176256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109581448573176256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109581448573176256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109581448573176256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/09/look-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109574833141566035</id><published>2004-09-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:32:11.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am alive... promise to post soon. Most likely tomorrow. Love ya.-k</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109574833141566035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109574833141566035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109574833141566035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109574833141566035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109355260032923605</id><published>2004-08-26T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:38:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Couch Cushion CastlesThe kids are being really good today. I'm happy about that since I've got a mondo headache. I'm wondering if it is a leftover from my lovely hangover yesterday. We went out Tuesday night with some friends of ours from down south. We went over to the Crystal Palace for karaoke and dinner with Tim, Candice, and about 15 of their friends. I had a great time, mostly owing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109355260032923605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109355260032923605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109355260032923605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109355260032923605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/08/couch-cushion-castles-kids-are-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109308229268859287</id><published>2004-08-21T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:59:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diet updateOnce the reunion was over and done with I breathed a huge sigh of relief... which was followed by a huge inhalation of cookies, ice cream and fast food cheeseburgers and fries. I managed to put 10 pounds back on in the 20 odd days since the reunion. So I'm going back on my diet and returning to the pool once more. I really liked fitting in my new jeans and hope to make them fit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109308229268859287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109308229268859287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109308229268859287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109308229268859287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/08/diet-update-once-reunion-was-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109308045635838771</id><published>2004-08-21T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:29:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never professed to be a great writer.... just a random one.So I got a call from a friend who is a reader of this piece of drivel blog and was informed that I had committed a great faux pas. Apparently after writing for all that time about the reunion and the search for "the outfit", I neglected to say what I ended up wearing. I'm very sorry for all of you who were on the edge of your seats </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109308045635838771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109308045635838771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109308045635838771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109308045635838771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-never-professed-to-be-great-writer.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109161022727508111</id><published>2004-08-04T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T02:06:34.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The fat lady sang...Ok, the reunion was this weekend and I will admit that I had fun. We had some drinks, talked a lot, laughed a lot, and I even danced with my husband. I rarely ever dance. In fact, 7 said there are only three things wrong with me; I don't dance, I don't like video games, ... and I forgot the third one. I felt bad about mostly talking to my friend Susan and not so much to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109161022727508111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109161022727508111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109161022727508111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109161022727508111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/08/fat-lady-sang.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109088671265208988</id><published>2004-07-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:23:38.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is dedicated to all those people out there who had an unrequited high school crush. Here is the embarrassing and retarded account of mine.   It was freshman year. I was sitting in my algebra class trying to be as much of a non-entity as possible, when my friend (let's call him Matt, since that is his name) came over to my desk began telling me really cheesy jokes. After about a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109088671265208988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109088671265208988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109088671265208988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109088671265208988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-blog-is-dedicated-to-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109066313388451729</id><published>2004-07-23T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T03:08:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok... Friday night, kids are asleep, and what are we doing? We've each got a computer on our lap and are bored to tears. I'm reading other people's blogs and 7 is playing mp3's of Liberace and the disco version of the Star Wars Theme. We need serious help. I think I broke my foot. A few weeks ago the kids kept falling on my foot while it was lying sideways on the floor. Each time it would make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109066313388451729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109066313388451729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109066313388451729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109066313388451729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-109057813949627084</id><published>2004-07-23T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T04:01:19.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHOP TILL YOU DROP      My high school reunion is less than 10 days away. I am shopping shopping shopping for THE outfit to wear. You know the one... it makes you look younger, thinner, more busty, less busty, more curvy, less hippy, hides those flaws and lumps, gives you oomph where you  lack it. THE outfit makes you more knowledgeable of current events, political platforms and books currently</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/109057813949627084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=109057813949627084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109057813949627084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/109057813949627084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/07/shop-till-you-drop-im-really-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108988070213294574</id><published>2004-07-15T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T01:41:32.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's a girl gotta screw to get laid around here?So I'm trying to get 7 to go upstairs and take advantage of me and he insists I blog. I guess he is really tired of reading the same sucky blog I left lying around the other day. I wanted to take a moment to apologize for that, by the way. I was trying to watch the Jimmy Kimmel show and write at the same time and it just didn't work. He does this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108988070213294574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108988070213294574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108988070213294574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108988070213294574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/07/whos-girl-gotta-screw-to-get-laid.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108944435196590853</id><published>2004-07-10T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:45:54.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting at home of Friday night by myself... Once again 7 is out of town. I don't mind the fact that he has to go out of town, I mind when something extends the trip unexpectedly. He was supposed to be coming home to me this afternoon but something came up and I won't see him till tomorrow sometime. We had planned to go over to storage again to get more stuff ready for the yard sale the 17th. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108944435196590853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108944435196590853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108944435196590853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108944435196590853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/07/sitting-at-home-of-friday-night-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108872640343295938</id><published>2004-07-01T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:00:03.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, the Barenaked Ladies is the best band ever!!!!! Just in case you forgot. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108872640343295938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108872640343295938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108872640343295938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108872640343295938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/07/by-way-barenaked-ladies-is-best-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108872322161256241</id><published>2004-07-01T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T16:53:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sleeper has awakened....The kids are taking their afternoon nap so I have a chance to blog. I was trying to blog the other night, but kept having problems. I think I figured out part of the problem. I was using the laptop on my lap and had it sitting on a pillow. I should have noticed something was up when my wrists began to burn where they were touching the keyboard. I attribute the freeze</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108872322161256241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108872322161256241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108872322161256241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108872322161256241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/07/sleeper-has-awakened.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108858331397276570</id><published>2004-06-30T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T01:15:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I give up. I retyped the missing blog only to have the computer freeze as  I typed the last word. maybe the gods of blog don't want me to say what I wanted to say.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108858331397276570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108858331397276570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108858331397276570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108858331397276570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/06/ok-i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108857863634275224</id><published>2004-06-29T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:57:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just spent 25 minutes typing up a great blog only to have it disappear when I tried to publish it. Blogger bites ass at times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108857863634275224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108857863634275224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108857863634275224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108857863634275224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-just-spent-25-minutes-typing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108857834980926358</id><published>2004-06-29T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:52:29.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crap</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108857834980926358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108857834980926358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108857834980926358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108857834980926358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/06/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108529992828395340</id><published>2004-05-23T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T01:12:08.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7 just told me there is a blog out there called "A Girl Named Bob" (http://www.zweb-network.com/agirlnamedbob/) and for a split second I was annoyed. Then I looked at it and saw that she doesn't spell it like I do, so it's ok. I spell mine BoB. I sure have had a lot of weird nicknames. BoB Digum Desu, Luna the Moonchilde, Random Girl... but now I just answer to Mommy. Hmmm. Maybe I need a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108529992828395340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108529992828395340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108529992828395340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108529992828395340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/05/7-just-told-me-there-is-blog-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108487455921479816</id><published>2004-05-18T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T03:02:39.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My quest to find a new outfit got me all worked up. I went so far as to repierce my ears. They had finally closed up after all this time of not wearing earrings. I miss wearing them, especially since I got my hair all cut off. I feel rather unfeminine quite often, but I think this will help. I am going to need some new earrings though. All the ones I have are left overs from high school. I've got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108487455921479816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108487455921479816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108487455921479816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108487455921479816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-quest-to-find-new-outfit-got-me-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108487387918902517</id><published>2004-05-18T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T02:51:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I was alone.... I was all by myself... no one was looking... I was thinking of you..." Green DaySo 7 is down in LA all week for training. I'm going to go visit him tomorrow and we're going out for a friend's birthday. It'll be nice to have a kid free date night. I went out to find an outfit to wear since everything else I have to go out in has been worn to death and it's all getting rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108487387918902517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108487387918902517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108487387918902517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108487387918902517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-was-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108451252220728452</id><published>2004-05-13T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T22:28:42.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back! I have been gone a while, I know. We don't have the computer set up in the apartment yet so I haven't really had a chance to blog. 7 brought home a laptop from work so I'm putting it to good use tonight.I must make an apology to 7 for my last blog. I apparently misunderstood his meaning. So, sorry honey.So we're all moved in, well, more so than we were in LA. I've got most of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108451252220728452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108451252220728452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108451252220728452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108451252220728452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-back-i-have-been-gone-while-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108218199674949005</id><published>2004-04-16T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:09:30.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are your rose colored glasses dear...It's always an interesting day when I read 7's blog and see how the world is for him. Most of the time I want to jump right over to my blog and do a rebuttal rant, but for the sake of his public and personal ego, I refrain. I know quite a few of his fans have an image of him in their minds that is far from my everyday reality and it just wouldn't be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108218199674949005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108218199674949005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108218199674949005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108218199674949005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/04/here-are-your-rose-colored-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108138219935194210</id><published>2004-04-07T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T17:02:22.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Atkins is killing me from beyond the grave.... heeheeOk, time for a diet update. I fell off the wagon. Well, actually, it was more like I was pushed. I was being my charming self and grumpily listing all the foods I was craving and wanting to binge on when 7 got up, grabbed the keys and walked out the door. He returned a short while later with McDonald's french fries, donuts and vanilla ice</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108138219935194210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108138219935194210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108138219935194210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108138219935194210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/04/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-10810459742050866</id><published>2004-04-03T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T18:35:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRRR.... I'M GRUMPY!!I've been in a bad mood today. Bad enough to make 7 actually ask me to like him. I guess I wasn't being too nice to him or something. I get in these funks every now and then and it pretty much gives me a perma scowl for a few days. Everything makes me crabby and mean spirited. A lot of it this time is worry about money, getting our taxes done, and getting moved. Yesterday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/10810459742050866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=10810459742050866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/10810459742050866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/10810459742050866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/04/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-108046824517331268</id><published>2004-03-28T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T02:06:39.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sang with the Barenaked Ladies!!!!!!We did get to go to the concert after all. Our friend Tim volunteered to babysit for us. That is a story unto itself. Apparently the kids were awful. Oliver wouldn't eat and cried a lot. Charlie didn't want to go anywhere near Tim and cried too. His mom and our friend Holly had to help a lot. Oliver is truly his father's son... he only fell asleep after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/108046824517331268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=108046824517331268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108046824517331268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/108046824517331268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-sang-with-barenaked-ladies-we-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-107863944924845487</id><published>2004-03-06T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:06:22.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So maybe I wasn't done yet. I had more to say, but didn't want to leave a huge long post. If you read my husband's blog (www.sevenbates.blogspot.com) you probably already know that we have put down a deposit on an apartment. If not, WE PUT DOWN A DEPOSIT ON AN APARTMENT!! My brother and his wife moved into some decent little townhomes near here and the rent is very reasonable. We went ahead and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/107863944924845487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=107863944924845487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107863944924845487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107863944924845487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-maybe-i-wasnt-done-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-107863784451687277</id><published>2004-03-06T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T21:39:36.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't you like to be a pepper too?...Ok, so I went to a job fair today for the Bakersfield City School District. Pretty much everyone shows up and then you get interviewed by some random person who works for the district. I am phenomenally bad when it comes to interviews. I usually get so nervous that I start this weird full body shivering and yawning, sweaty palms, elephants in my stomach..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/107863784451687277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=107863784451687277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107863784451687277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107863784451687277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/03/wouldnt-you-like-to-be-pepper-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-107682098954817083</id><published>2004-02-14T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T20:58:21.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All things must come to an end...So I changed the description of my blog. 7 thought it should be something else since I really don't talk exclusively about the kids, thus the spit soaked mommy line didn't make sense.... or something like that. I may begin a blog about the kids and their adventures pretty soon under some other name. I have yet to pick something snappy as the title. Watch for an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/107682098954817083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=107682098954817083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107682098954817083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107682098954817083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/02/all-things-must-come-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788945.post-107561685684927980</id><published>2004-01-31T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T22:29:14.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BARENAKED LADIES I just want to say first and foremost that the Barenaked Ladies is my most favorite band ever. I know that statements such as that are usually uttered by preteen girls about someone like New Kids on the Block (Jon was my favorite!) and then change in about a minute. This is not one of those statements. This is a declaration of complete and utter worship and appreciation for all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/feeds/107561685684927980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788945&amp;postID=107561685684927980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107561685684927980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788945/posts/default/107561685684927980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaybates.blogspot.com/2004/01/barenaked-ladies-i-just-want-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555044782005168192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/586/db773qp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
