<?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-4013416</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:47:25.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be your huckleberry!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is basically going to be something for me to vent out on. Sort of like a diary type thing, but not really type thing. LOL. Anywho, I hope you enjoy. God Bless</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-87365242</id><published>2003-01-13T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T13:09:03.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hungry, i run to you. for i know you satisfy. my cup is empty but i know your love does not run dry. so i wait for you. yes i wait for you. im falling on my knees , offering all of me, Jesus you're all this heart is living for. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-87365242?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/87365242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/87365242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87365242' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86864489</id><published>2003-01-03T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T00:11:43.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;? of your friends which is the ..&lt;br /&gt;[best] Peter, Nicole, Lindsay, Jessica                            &lt;br /&gt;[funniest] Peter&lt;br /&gt;[prettiest] Peter                                                      &lt;br /&gt;[smartest] Nicole or Lindsay                                          &lt;br /&gt;[craziest] Peter, Jessica&lt;br /&gt;[most likely to succeed] All of them&lt;br /&gt;[the one that hangs with you most] Jessica&lt;br /&gt;[flirtiest] Nicole&lt;br /&gt;[quietest] None                                                       &lt;br /&gt;[sweetest] Peter                                                   [bitchiest] Me                                                          &lt;br /&gt;[weirdest] Jessica&lt;br /&gt;[blondest] Nicole&lt;br /&gt;[the one that lives farthest away] Peter&lt;br /&gt;[the one that lives closest] Nicole, Lindsay are both just two blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ? future&lt;br /&gt;[do you want to get married] Yup&lt;br /&gt;[if so, what age would you like to be married] before I am 25   &lt;br /&gt;[who will you marry] A boy&lt;br /&gt;[what do you want to do when you grow up] help kids&lt;br /&gt;[where will you live] South, but hopefully not Texas.&lt;br /&gt;[do you want to have kids] Heck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[if so, how many] two, I really want twins                          &lt;br /&gt;[what would you name them] I dunno; boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;[coke/pepsi] pepsi&lt;br /&gt;[pen/pencil] pen&lt;br /&gt;[vanilla/chocolate] vanilla&lt;br /&gt;[hug/kiss] hug&lt;br /&gt;[lights on/off] off&lt;br /&gt;[dark/light] dark&lt;br /&gt;[rose/lily] rose&lt;br /&gt;[dr. pepper/mountain dew] dr.pepper                   &lt;br /&gt;[mcdonalds/burger king] I like them both equally            &lt;br /&gt;[sandals/shoes] depends on the wheather&lt;br /&gt;[*nsync/bsb] neither. SLC                                       &lt;br /&gt;[britney/christina] neither. Kellea                                      &lt;br /&gt;[justin timberlake/nick carter] Justin Timberlake, he looks like my friend Heath                                                               &lt;br /&gt;[cd/tape] cd&lt;br /&gt;[phone/computer] phone&lt;br /&gt;[skittles/m&amp;m's] skittles&lt;br /&gt;[rich and unhappy/poor and happy] poor and happy&lt;br /&gt;[tootsie pops/blow pops] blow pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ? other questions&lt;br /&gt;[do you have a car] yes&lt;br /&gt;[if so, what kind of car do you have] 2002 Chevrolet Trailblazer&lt;br /&gt;[what kind of car do you want] 1969 Ford Mustand Cobra; convertable with black leather interior and candy apple red with whit trim on the interior and a black top     &lt;br /&gt;[do you think you will ever get your dream car] ya never know          &lt;br /&gt;[do you wish u were older/younger] neither                             &lt;br /&gt;[do you drink] nope&lt;br /&gt;[do you smoke] nope&lt;br /&gt;[do you cuss] when i get mad                                               &lt;br /&gt;[do you consider yourself attractive] sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[do you consider yourself a nice girl/boy] sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[do you have a cd burner] yes&lt;br /&gt;[what did you do yesterday] celebrated new years eve&lt;br /&gt;[what did you do today] sleep&lt;br /&gt;[what are you doing tomorrow] getting out my stitches, woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;[what are you doing this weekend?] sleeping, and dying my hair&lt;br /&gt;[what did you do last weekend] i don't remember                &lt;br /&gt;[what are you gonna do when this is over]finish eating my popcorn and talk to Peter                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ? favorites&lt;br /&gt;[color] blue, yellow, RED, silver&lt;br /&gt;[food] italian, mexican, chinese, fast food.&lt;br /&gt;[song] Hero--Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;[group] Third Day               &lt;br /&gt;[solo singer/rapper] Elvis&lt;br /&gt;[movie] Tombstone, Tommy boy, The other sister, and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;[tv show] Friends&lt;br /&gt;[beverage] Water with lemon and crushed ice in a really cold glass[alcoholic beverage] no thanks&lt;br /&gt;[subject] history&lt;br /&gt;[teacher] Prof. Otwell at SAGU and Mr. Boswell in H.S.&lt;br /&gt;[store in the mall?] i dunno&lt;br /&gt;[radio station] none rather listen to CDS          &lt;br /&gt;[flower] fire and ice rose, dried out&lt;br /&gt;[book] bible                                                      &lt;br /&gt;[day of the week] saturday&lt;br /&gt;[holiday] Christmas&lt;br /&gt;[sport] baseball,football, basketball, hockey, everything&lt;br /&gt;[fast food] jack in the box&lt;br /&gt;[color to wear] black, blue, RED, green&lt;br /&gt;[number] 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ? questions&lt;br /&gt;- have you ever ..&lt;br /&gt;[cheated on a test] yup&lt;br /&gt;[cut your own hair] yup&lt;br /&gt;[dyed your own hair] yup&lt;br /&gt;[been in a fight] yup&lt;br /&gt;[if so, how many times] at least 6 major ones that I can think of&lt;br /&gt;[skinny dipped] no&lt;br /&gt;[skipped school] yes&lt;br /&gt;[stayed home on a saturday] yes, a lot&lt;br /&gt;[toilet papered someones house/car] yup&lt;br /&gt;[paintballed someones house/car etc] nope&lt;br /&gt;[got toilet papered] yup                                 &lt;br /&gt;[got in trouble with the police] yes&lt;br /&gt;[if so, for what] speeding, arguing with an officer, trespassing, and more.    &lt;br /&gt;[stolen something] yes, a piece of chocolate when I was 3&lt;br /&gt;[broken a bone] yes, my ring finger&lt;br /&gt;[cheated on a bf/gf] never, although i have been cheated on plenty of times&lt;br /&gt;[fell asleep in class] too much&lt;br /&gt;[gone to jail/juvenile] nope&lt;br /&gt;[been in the hospital] yup&lt;br /&gt;[flashed someone] yup                                   &lt;br /&gt;[kissed someone of the same sex] Mom and Grandma and Granny and Aunts&lt;br /&gt;[gotten lost on a vacation] yup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86864489?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86864489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86864489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86864489' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86650921</id><published>2002-12-29T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T00:47:14.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When you get the choice to sit it out or dance... I hope you dance."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86650921?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86650921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86650921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86650921' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86567386</id><published>2002-12-26T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T19:19:50.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hurt. I have a headache and I am ready for my stitches to come out. I miss Jannie, from South Africa, Peter, Cody, Steve, Jessica, Malissa, and everyone from school. I am ready to go back to Dallas. I want to have fun on New Years. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86567386?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86567386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86567386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86567386' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86506426</id><published>2002-12-25T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T00:20:00.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86506426?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86506426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86506426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86506426' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86386726</id><published>2002-12-22T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T00:15:11.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"All I am saying is I hope that it is not a real emergency because I only brought one bottle of vodka."--CiCi from THE DEVINE SECRETS OF THE YA-YA SISTERHOOD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86386726?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86386726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86386726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86386726' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86258006</id><published>2002-12-19T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T00:12:51.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have to go to bed. ZZZZzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86258006?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86258006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86258006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86258006' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86207940</id><published>2002-12-18T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T01:03:04.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am tired of being honest with people. I am just going to quit saying how I feel and let God handle everything. I am just going to keep my mouth shut from now on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86207940?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86207940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86207940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86207940' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86158468</id><published>2002-12-17T03:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T03:40:49.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>	&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you answer this riddle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I personally believe that the answer is NOTHING!!!!!b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Paul Harvey Writes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&gt;We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we &lt;br /&gt;made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes &lt;br /&gt;and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you &lt;br /&gt;learn honesty by being cheated. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and &lt;br /&gt;wash the car. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you &lt;br /&gt;are sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born &lt;br /&gt;and your old dog put to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe &lt;br /&gt;in. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger &lt;br /&gt;brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister &lt;br /&gt;wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and &lt;br /&gt;that you live in a town where you can do it safely. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't &lt;br /&gt;ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding &lt;br /&gt;with someone as uncoil as your Mom. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to &lt;br /&gt;make one instead of buying one. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add &lt;br /&gt;and subtract in your head. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first &lt;br /&gt;crush on a boy girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;May your skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on &lt;br /&gt;a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like &lt;br /&gt;it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your &lt;br /&gt;Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;	&gt;I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball &lt;br /&gt;through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at &lt;br /&gt;Hanukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand. &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	&gt;These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, &lt;br /&gt;hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life. &lt;br /&gt;Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And &lt;br /&gt;if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&gt;We secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul Harvey RIDDLE: &lt;br /&gt;When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten kids got the &lt;br /&gt;answer, compared to 17% of Stanford University seniors. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is greater than God, More evil than the devil, the poor &lt;br /&gt;have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it, you'll die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86158468?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86158468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86158468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86158468' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86150792</id><published>2002-12-16T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T23:07:30.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey everyone. I just want to let all of you know that I am having a very awful day. I go to the Dr. tomorrow to do my blood work and prep for my surgery on Thursday. To be honest, I am so scared. I wish that I weren't. . . but I am. I also really miss all of my friends... like Peter, Jessica, Malissa, Cody, Dean, E.J., Merideth, Tim, Bryan, Leeanne etc., etc. It is very upsetting for me. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a more happy note... Congrats to Peter on the job at Wally World.............                       &lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!                                   &lt;br /&gt;I am so stinkin' happy for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. ta-ta for now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86150792?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86150792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86150792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86150792' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86094551</id><published>2002-12-15T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T23:52:07.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah! I almost forgot. I am now also on xanga. www.xanga.com/kellffa........... if you wanna check it out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86094551?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86094551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86094551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86094551' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-86093963</id><published>2002-12-15T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T23:39:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey everyone. What's up? I NEED A HAIR CUT!!!!!!!!! Okay. I got that out of my system. Seriously. I don't know what is wrong with me. ALL MEN/BOYS HATE ME!!!!!.... Because I feel like I am ugly, Man I need to get some self esteem. LOL. Oh and Now my parents aren't exactly helping the matter. They keep asking me when I am going to bring a boy home. Why don't I have a boyfriend. They are honestly planning on me to be married and gone within the next two years. BUT I AM TOTALLY OKAY WITH BEING SINGLE (&lt;--A total lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT LIFE CRISIS IS HAVING A CONCERT TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE GOING TO DO GREAT&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life has been totally boring lately. I hope to hear from you guys soon. Maybe y'alls has been better. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Be Blessing You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-86093963?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86093963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/86093963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86093963' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-85968819</id><published>2002-12-13T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T17:57:55.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey everyone. I am doing well. I did not have time to write in my blog yesturday because I have not hooked up my computer at home yet. Right now I am on my COOL FRIEND'S COMPUTER. Her name is LINDSAY SMITH. She has been one of my best friends since 6th grade. I am an awful person because I forgot to mention her in the first blog. So, Lindsay i am so SORRY!!! I LOVE YOU GIRL. YOU ROCK. YOU ARE STINKIN' AWESOME. ONCE AGAIN, I AM SOOOO SORRY!!!!!! Okay I said it. I am going to see the ring with Lindsay and Nicole tonight. I hope I don't get too scared. EEEEEKK!!!!! Okay, well I will talk to everyone later then. BYE!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-85968819?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/85968819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/85968819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85968819' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-85878638</id><published>2002-12-11T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T23:36:23.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello all. How is everyone today? I am doing very well. I had two incredibly hard finals. I did not go to bed until 2 am because I was talking to my best friend in the whole wide world, Peter Letsch, and then I woke up at 7:30 to take an 8 am exam in Intro. to Fine Arts and then I went to take a nap until 11:30 am and then I went to lunch and the greatest things happened. Get ready for this... the perfect guy that I have the BIGGEST crush on...  (SSHHHH!! Don't tell any one)...Well... Da, da, da... He ate lunch with me today. It was really awesome. We actually sat down and talked for a while. He is a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and brother also came up from Humble to help me move out of my dorm room. I go back home tomorrow. Woo Hoo. I begin prepping for my surgery on the 17th so... I am really excited though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I hope to hear from y'all soon. I love all of y'all. I am happier than Bill Clinton in a cigar shop to know y'all. God be blessin' ya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-85878638?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/85878638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/85878638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85878638' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013416.post-85811117</id><published>2002-12-10T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T23:07:39.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>   &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt; Hello world. How are ya'? I could be better. I have actually had somewhat of a crummy day so far. I know that it will get better though. I am just putting it in God's hands right now. To let y'all know a little about me... My name is Kellea Jeanette Goolsby. I am a student at Southwestern Assemblies of God University in Waxahachie, TX. ( Ha, ha. Try and say that 10 times fast.) I have awesome parents and one older brother. My parents live in Humble where my home is, and my brother lives in Huntsville which is where he goes to school at Sam Houston State University.I am single at the moment... which is cool FOR NOW. I am looking forward to meeting the one that God has planned for me in my life. So... yeah. lol. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt; I love God. My two best friends right now are Jessica Parham, my soon to be old roomie, and Peter Letsch. It's cool to have people that you can talk to all of the time. Ya' know? My life long friend, and could be sister is Nicole Matheu. We have been best friends since 6th grade. We live just down the street form each other. I have only seen her twice though since June because She goes to Texas Tech in Lubbok, and over the summer I was in  Maryland. I miss her bunches. Nicole, if you are you reading this, I love and miss you a lot. Another one of my best friends is Robert Murphey. We have known each other for 11 years. I have seen this boy change a lot. I watched him grow up.  Let me tell y'all. I wanna' say congrats to him cause he is recently a daddy. I am glad that he is happy. To Jess and Peter. I love y'all. Thanks for being there for me when I needed y'all the most. I am glad that God has blessed me so much by letting me have the two of you in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am in no way an aggie. I love UT. I did grow up being an ag kid. Which means that I raise(ed) and show(ed) cattle and turkeys and stuff like that. I was an FFA freak in high schoool. It was like almost the only thing that I did. Well anywho... My Favorite movie is Tombstone; which is where "I'll be your huckleberry!!!" came from. I love horror movies because they stinkin' rock my face off. If it is scary, I will love it. End of story. LOL. I love all kinds of  music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Just a little Tid-bit... Short Life Crisis rocks. They are going on tour in April and I am so excited for them. They are seriously going places. Okay well, then ta-ta. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I will write more tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also, please email me at kellffa@hotmail.com and let me know what you think about my web-page.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013416-85811117?l=kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/85811117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013416/posts/default/85811117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelleagoolsby.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85811117' title=''/><author><name>Kellea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930169483351561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
