Hit 'em wit a kitty wig!

So in my immediate group of friends, there is always something that we are kind of obsessing over. And when I say obsessing, I mean it in the most healthy way possible.

But there is always this virus that we have.

There was the Very Potter Musical virus that I blogged about back in August. Not only did we watch clips from it over and over and over again for days, but we got the soundtrack and worked lines from the musical into our daily conversations with people... Oh, and three of my friends are going to our annual Halloween Dance as Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Not from the books or movies. No. They are going as Harry, Ron, and Hermione from A Very Potter Musical. If you're wondering why then you obviously haven't seen the show and you need a good kick to the shin... Not really, I'm sorry. That was rude. In all seriousness, the answer to "why" would be that the musical is far superior to both the books and the movies.

We had a Majide virus over the summer. That's this crazy show where they take a bunch of Americans and put them on a Japanese game show. We actually planned out our own Majide...

An Auto-Tune the News virus. Shor-tayyy.

There have been many other viruses that come and go. Remnants are still around from most of them.

The cool part is that one of us finds something awesome. Usually Deutsch brings something to us that he found one way or another. We get hooked and really just suck whatever it is dry. Then we spread it... And this is where it gets dangerous.

And now our new phenomenon...


I am not even kidding you. Kitty wigs. That's wigs...for kitties.

You haven't really seen anything until you've gone through this book. Cover to cover. Front to back.

And look, I know what you're thinking, "Are you on crack?" And the answer is no. None of us are. You're probably thinking, "Umm, this'll never spread." Wanna bet? I'm telling you, we spread this to our friends and the next thing we know, people are changing their profile pictures on Facebook to pictures of cats with kitty wigs.

These are all relatively normal people, mind you. And to make you more at ease, they are the next generation... :) Nice to meet you.

Easy Bakin'

I'm taking a little break from the features right now. I want to make sure my heart is fully in every post I write about these great people. No worries, though! I still plan on finishing my list.

So #2 bought an Easy Bake oven the other night. It was 1-ish in the morning. I had just gotten home. I was upset about something so I was ranting like a two year old. #1 and #2 were listening like always. They concluded that I needed cookie dough because it solves most problems. I'm not even going to lie...it does.

#2 was really deprived as a child. She never had an Easy Bake oven of her own. I don't even think she ever played with one!! Can you believe that?! I almost hopped in her car (I don't have a car) and drove my tush to Texas to find her mom and pops and demand to know why they hadn't gotten her one....Then I realized this was a completely irrational thought.

While in Wally World, she whispered to me, "I really want to get an Easy Bake oven..." Last time she told #1 and a few others about this desire, they were really confused as to why she would spend money on an Easy Bake Oven when we have a real oven. So we decided to make it a top secret mission to get this oven and get it to the cashier before #1 could catch on and talk #2 out of the buy. Did I ever tell you #1 is the brains of our apartment? Maybe not the brains, per say. She's intelligent, sure, but so are #2 and I. #1's the roommate who is ready to bring us back to planet Earth when we start getting all wrapped up in these crazy ideas we come up with. She's the mother-esque roommate, I guess.

We made a bee-line all the way to the toy section. Btw, why the heck are the Easy Bake ovens in the toy section? I mean, what on Earth?! It is an OVEN. It should obviously go in the aisle with the cooking supplies. Duh...

So we grabbed the oven and sneaked our way to the front of the store. The toy section is so inconvenient for top secret missions. It's in the way back left hand corner close to east Egypt so in order to get to the front, one has to travel eleventy billion feet across the entire supercenter.

It was hard...actually...that's a lie. #1 was on the complete opposite side of the store so she was no where to be seen when we were "sneaking." We literally just walked right out in the open to the check-out lines.

We made it to the only two registers open. That would be two registers out of like...134. (Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration.) #2 got in one line, I got in the other. Then #1 comes strolling up and naturally gets in #2's line because "nothing is ever easy."

We did our best hiding the darn thing behind us all the way back to the apartment but #1 isn't an idiot...

Upon opening up the oven and setting everything up, we found out that that jackal of a toy doesn't come with a light bulb! It requires an 100 watt bulb. #2 found a 13 watt. Sure, it'd take a little longer, but it would do!

Ultimately, we decided to just eat the cookie dough and save the Betty Crocker antics for another day.

Anti-Climatic, I'm aware.

So, this is the Easy Bake Oven I had.


And this is what the new Easy Bake Oven looks like.


#2's is blue instead of pink though. I like blue better.

Now, I'm not sure why, but it REALLY bothers me that the old oven's time says 12:30 and the new oven says 12:31. I have no idea why this gets me but I really can't handle it. What are the manufacturers trying to say? That the new ovens are better? And why does changing the time from 12:30 to 12:31 indicate that it's better? Or maybe they just felt like changing the time? But why? Why 12:31? Why not 10:00? Or 6:30? Why 12:31?

I may not sleep tonight...

#1

This is #1.

She's my roommate and has been for a little over a year now. You know what this means, right? This means that she knows almost EVERYTHING there is to know about me. She might even know things about me that I don't even know. She knows every bad habit and really everything else I rather the world not know about. She knows every flaw. And you wanna know somethin'? She still loves me.

That's really saying something because, trust me, I'm not an easy person to be around all the time. I know that. I can be a real hooligan sometimes. She puts up with me though.

Anyways, #1 is probably the most giving person I've ever met in my entire life. Actually, I take that back. She IS the most giving person I've ever met in my entire life. Whether it be her stuff or her self in the form of some service, she just gives it all to everyone who needs it.

At every single obstacle I've hit since the day we moved in together, #1 has been there. All the little stupid things that shouldn't have bothered me but I worried about. All the big things that made me want to really just throw in the towel. #1 was there with a kind of patience I've never witnessed before. Her friend was going through something and whether it was big or small it meant something to that friend so it meant something to her.

THAT is the kind of person #1 is. She is THE most selfless person I've ever had the honor of knowing. I can truly and honestly say that.

Sometimes, I fear that those who know her have gotten so used to this trait of hers that it becomes expected. I've seen that. I've DONE that!! We forget though that #1 is a rare gift in herself. Her heart is one that is completely free to all of her friends and those friends sometimes forget that...

She still loves us though. No matter what, we are forgiven. She and I got in a little tiffy a week or two ago. Btw, when I get angry...I say things before I think. Things I don't mean. And that happened with her. And it wasn't okay. But you know what she said to me after? She said, "You're still my sister and I love you."

Yeah...

#1 is the person who single-handedly brought me back to Church where I fell in love with Christ again. She is why I am where I am; in a love affair with my Savior. I very firmly believe that God put me in her room for that specific reason. So that she may be an instrument of His to call me back. Oh man..haha, that's a whole another story in itself.

The point is, living with her, getting to know her, and watching her grow has taught me more than I could ever have imagined. #1 has changed my entire life for the better and that is no exaggeration.

*sighs* Honestly, I could go on for days...but I'll leave it here. I think you get the point.

She is just outta this world crazy awesome and I don't deserve her for a second.

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Orfenheimer

This is Orfenheimer.

 I met him in my Chemistry class my first semester here. He was one of my first friends in college. Smart dude. Helped me out with a few tests in both of the classes we had together.

 Lucky for me, Orfenheimer and I have gotten closer since then. He started hanging around the church on campus with us regularly last finals week and we all realized what we had been missing out on.

  Orfenheimer is a good guy. He has a great sense of virtue that I find is lost in many nowadays. But what I love most about him is his benevolence. Whenever I talk to him, THAT is what I get. Honest compassion and consideration for how I'm holding up. It's just his nature to nurture and protect.

 This is a lot of what a man is, in my eyes. A true man of God.

 That's another thing. I know for a fact that Orfenheimer is consistantly working to grow as a man of God. I can't be sure but I'm confident that this takes up a big part of his heart. To love, to evolve, and to flourish in Christ's light.

 I am truly blessed to have Orfenheimer in my life. He's going to do some EPIC things. As if I haven't already been impressed enough with him thus far, I know he'll come around and do something else greater and even more spectacular one day. Just wait. You'll see.

KW

This is KW.

 I love this picture that our friend Deutsch took of her. Partly because I think it most truly shows her elegance and partly because I just LOVE her dimples!!

 KW is unlike anyone you have ever met or ever will meet. Between her motley collection of music and movies and her quirky, silly, and saucy personality, she's definitely one-of-a-kind. She is everything real and everything beautiful.

 Her heart is full of compassion and the purist love I've ever seen. A selfless love, I'd say. She pretty much gives and gives and gives expecting not an ounce in return. She forgives over and over to those who hurt her and she continues to love them with a strength that could move mountains. I've learned a lot about loving from her.

 Like most of us, KW has many wounds that are still healing. She remains standing, laughing, and smiling all the same though. Kind of like a soldier. Kind of like my own personal Joan of Arc. I've learned that going to KW in my times of weakness, especially when it comes to loving, leaves me stronger and rejuvenated in an energy that drives me to stand up with a passion five times more fierce than before.

  Simply being in her presence fills my heart with joy. She's always helping me out even when she's going through hard times herself. I look up to KW as my sister in Christ and I'm excited about our friendship growing even more.

 This girl in all of her faith and holiness has pushed me closer to my Savior and for that, I fear I'll never be able to repay her.


 A friend of ours once described KW in a way that I couldn't have put better myself. "She shines with love for Christ, period, no matter what kind of hand life deals her. She is an inspiration and just an absolutely beautiful woman."

 I really couldn't agree more. :)

Goof

This is Goof.

He is just accepting that I named him Goof. It was a struggle at first.

Goof and I go way back. I met him when I was 15, I think. I was a freshman, he was a junior. We hung out in the same circle for the most part and became good friends. After a while, Goof went off to college and we kind of went our separate ways. But then, two years ago, I started working at that reception hall at home. Goof had been working there a while before me. Anyway, long story short, we were reunited. Ka-chow!

Goof is a real rascal. Going around work causing havoc and mayhem but always getting the job done. He's got this knack for doing an excellent job where ever he is stationed but still being able to have a good time with it.

This guy has been through a lot in the past two years. But he continues to stand up and keep moving forward no matter how hard it is. Actually, he makes it look quite effortless. Goof's a strong guy and he deserves the very best life has to offer.

His momma sure did raise him right! Goof has always been a real gentleman. My favorite is when he excuses himself for cursing in front of women. It's guys like him that give me hope for this generation and even for future generations because you can bet your life that Goof will be teaching his boys the same manners.

Anyway, the point is that we, as ladies, can recognize a gentleman. And even if we don't always show it, we notice those small things that make a difference. The small things are SO important. When some random guy goes out of his way to hold the door for a girl....that just makes my day. That one gesture probably made that girl's day, too! There have been so many instances where my girl friends will come to me all bouncy and smiley simply because some man held the door open for them, or picked up their book when they dropped it, or gave them a compliment.

Goof is THAT guy. Making people's days just for being a good man. He's got a lot ahead of him and I'm so thankful and blessed to be able to call him my friend.

PS - Goof, you owe me your amazing-ain't-no-other-turkey-sandwich-better-than-this turkey sandwich... Make it happen.

Cray-Cray

This is Cray-Cray.

Isn't she pretty?

We all call her Lil-E. Before we dubbed that her name, though, I had already been calling her Cray-Cray on here so that's what she'll stay.

I call her Cray-Cray for two reasons. The first is that she uses that word for crazy people/things. "Oh, he is gettin' a little cray-cray." Something like that. And I thought it was cool and unusual so I used it. The second reason is that Cray-Cray herself is a crazy and silly girl!
Whenever I want to do something completely off the wall or just plain goofy, I can always count that this little lady will be right next to me doing the same thing. If I just want to go outside and dance, she'd not only encourage it, but she'd come right out there with me and do the same. I'm telling you, she's so spectacular!

Cray-Cray has taught me a little of what beauty is. That it's more than just putting your prettiest clothes on or being sweet and kind. That beauty is being REAL with yourself and everyone around you. That the people who genuinely love you, will love all the bad and the good about you. She has taught me that being beautiful means being me.

She has taught me a lot about living, too. That when necessary, it's good to be serious, but if you let the little things constantly get to you, well...you'll just go plum crazy! The bad kind of crazy, not cray-cray (which, of course, is the good kind of crazy). She has taught me that I should get up and dance if I want to, and that the actual question to most of life's decisions is usually, "Why not?"

Cray-Cray's love for all the little things reminds me of what I have. That the air I breathe and sky above me and the music I hear and the love I feel and all of it are all gifts from our Father in Heaven. I'm a better person for having met her and it is truly and honor to call her my friend.

Cray-Cray came here knowing no one and almost instantly became a part of our family. I think it's safe to say that she has won all of our hearts.

My VBF

This is my VBF.

VBF stands for "Very Best Friend"

This guy is one of a kind. He's silly, compassionate, and at times a little creepy. But that's what we love about him!

He is also one of the most patient people I have ever met in my entire life! It's craziness.

Since he became my VBF in January, he's been there for me through everything. We have the goofiest friendship ever and when things start going way south for me, he's always there to brighten up my day in some way. He's someone I know that I could call at any time and he'd be there in a heartbeat.

I am honored to know him. Even through his hardest struggles, he's still out there helping his friends, picking them up, and urging them to move forward.

Why, just last night I was in a real funk. VBF invited my roommate and me to go watch the meteor shower with him. My heart was heavy and I wanted nothing more than to just crawl in my bed and go to sleep. (Plus, it was 2 in the morning and I had to be up by 7:30.) He wasn't having it though. He called me up, got me out of bed, and out into the beautiful night. Thanks to him and #1, I felt much better by the time we got back to the apartment.

Today in class, we were talking on FB chat (while sitting next to each other) and he was asking me how I was doing. As I was explaining myself, I told him that at this point, I feel like I've hit a brickwall.

His response;
"Brick walls happen....just gotta have the sledgehammer to bring them down. And hopefully someone who will step up and help you bust that shit down."

Charming, right? hehe

The point is that my VBF has shown me the purist and truist kind of friendship. A kind of companionship that I will take with me for the rest of my life. I've learned so much from his unselfishness and I have no doubt that he'll teach me so much more of what friendship really means.

Thank you for everything you do, VBF. You are one of the best guys I know.

Hollywood

This is Hollywood.

She is one of the most internally and externally beautiful women I have ever met. There has been many times where just looking at her or giving her a hug has brought me to tears simply because she's THAT lovely. Literally, I'll see her, walk up, give her a hug, and start crying. Then she starts crying. That may seem strange to you but, to me, it makes complete sense.

I've always been aware of how wonderful Hollywood is. You can see her just working to emulate our Mother Mary in everything she does. But Hollywood's beauty really hit me over the summer when she came and visited 210 one night. We were all laughing and gossiping about everything happening with people we knew on and off campus. Hollywood would see the conversation taking a negative turn and put it back on track. She single-handedly steered all of us clear from saying hateful words. She was protecting us from temptation because she loved us.

That may even seem insignificant or trivial to you. But, to me, the one night changed so much. Ever since that one, "insignificant" night, I've been working my tush off to be aware of what I say and what my friends say about others. Granted, I fail....a lot. But as long as we keep on trying, right? We're human, guys :)

But Hollywood's beauty and grace was just so bright that it radiated from her heart. I remember praying that my heart could shine the same way one day.

This beautiful girl is just genuinely GOOD.

Oh snap...I might start crying. ;)

Oh! And have I mentioned her voice is the most glorious thing I have ever heard?

...because it is.

PostSecrets of the Week

There are a lot that I loved this week.

Family of Friends

I have been realizing how selfish I am lately and how often I take the people in my life for granted. So, with that being said, I've decided to write a post about each person that is on my heart that day. This could be boring for you and I apologize for that.

In my media writing class, we are working on writing features which are fun stories about people while focusing on one main aspect of their lives and working off of that.

I guess this'll be my way of telling you, as well as the world, how much you mean to me.

Basically, if you died tomorrow, this is what I'd say at your funeral.

BAM! Let the games begin!

Oodles of Noodles

So I have this friend. His name is Thai Thai. Well, on here it is. We've been friends for about a year now. You see, Thai Thai hasn't experienced a lot of things. Before we met him, he had never had a s'more, he had never been to Disney World, he had never had Ramen Noodles...You get the point.

I'm starting to make a list for him. Last November he had his first S'more at an overnight retreat. This past January he experienced Disney World for the first time. Last week, he had his first bowl of Ramen Noodles. Luckily for me, I have gotten to be there for all of this!

I was the one who pushed the Ramen Noodles... I just feel that it is something everyone needs to experience. Like McDonald's, "Titantic", riding a bike, tossing a penny into a wishing well... The list goes on.

Anyway, I got some pictures of his first bite of Ramen Noodles EVA!

We made him beef Ramen Noodles, by the way.
Notice: The bowl said "Slurp," too. :)

I made him use chopsticks because I felt that it was vital that he get the full experience.
Go big or go home, right?

That was a big day for Thai Thai.

So he still has to try a muffalatta, fly on a plane, and many other things, actually. Such a productive friendship. You have no idea. I love me some Thai Thai.

My Future Little Poop

So, yet again, another mushy blog. I'll try to keep it short and sweet. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty darn sick of these mushy gushy sloppy droolly posts, but I've been super emotional lately due to the lack of sleep I've been getting. It's all been good emotions, though! For instance, our wonderful priest at church gave the most amazifying homily today. So amazing that I cried... Why? Because I am an emotional sleep-deprived lady. Though, actually, I slept well last night so there is really no excuse for that. The homily was just on fire.

Anyway, I digress. Today I decided to read through my journal (my written journal not this blog) from the day I started it to today. All I can say is WOW! My heart is just EVERYWHERE in it! One page really touched me, though. This particular entry is really randomly placed. I date all my notes but this one is just scribbled down in between entries. I can see that it was written the first week of school this semester because of where it's written in the journal.

It says;
"I pray that one day I might get to share my heart with someone, Lord. And my heart is You. And to share You would be all I could ever ask for."

It may not seem profound to you. But to me, it is TOTALLY the Holy Spirit talking to me. I don't even remember writing that!! #1, #2, and I always talk about how we believe that one's heart should fully and unconditionally belong to Christ and if anyone were to pursue that person's heart, they would have to go through Christ Himself first. And, ideally, our Lord would be holding both of their hearts, ya dig? We just believe that for one to be ready to date, they need to be fully content and enveloped in Christ's loving arms, that's all.

This was just a reminder I wrote to myself, I think. The entry was more of a nudge that was saying, "Hey, Kelly. Don't forget, okay?"

Okay, wittle journal, I getcha. And I'll do you one better. I'll share this with the people I love. BAM! There it is.

I <3 B O B

Talked to my brother via texting today. It was quite an interesting conversation. See for yourselves.

ME: I heard you've been rocking in school and just life in general lately :)
BOB: Yeah u worship the ground I walk on
ME: Really? Are we going there?
BOB: Wat? Its true im all of what u wanna be in life.....amazing
ME: I will roundhouse kick you through this phone, boob. (I call him "boob" sometimes because he doesn't like it. I mean, why would he? It's a terrible nickname.)
BOB: Wat? I make chuck norris look like a little girl licking a lollipop so there!!!
ME: ...We aren't related
BOB: I know im from the tribe slap-yo-momma (Stupid inside joke that I will never explain to you as long as I live.)
ME: ...So how is everything? Are you happy?
BOB: Yeah almost......too happy (Another inside joke... Some of you may get it)
ME: Is there a serious bone in your body?
BOB: Yeah it is in my left big toe
ME: ...You're ridiculous
BOB: No but seriously im on a mission to make life for myself but with HIS (GOD) help
ME: :) that is so great, man! You're already a step ahead of sooo many people your age!
BOB: Yeah but they don't have the same people in their lives that I have in mine

There was more but I'll leave it at that. I just about started crying in my economics class.

This guy is so awesome. I wish everyone could meet him. He has always been and always will be the light of my heart. He's growing into such a man and warrior of Christ, I just don't even know what to do with myself. Bob will do great things.

I wuv my bruhver.

Fair Season Does Things To Me

So it's fair season at home. All the Catholic grammar schools are having their annual school fall festivals every weekend for the next two months or so. It's pretty huge. They have awesome local bands come out, tons of food, rides that'll make you sick, and plenty games to waste your money on. This season, even during high school, always makes me nostalgic.

Childhood memories from when I when I was younger come surfacing up around this time. It's probably because the fair was a BIG deal to me when I was a kid. It meant an entire weekend of fun with friends. It meant running around like a crazy person, shooting silly string and invisible ink at each other, and blowing all my mom's money on french fries and ride tickets. It was my favorite weekend ever.

So now I'm thinking of all kinds of childhood memories. Let me tell you what kind of girl I was. While most of the girls were planning and throwing pretend weddings--kids got married ALL the time at my grammar school--during recess, I was on an adventure with the boys. That was me. A rascal. Running from bad guys, hunting for things that didn't exist, and exploring the "wilderness" were all much more fun to me than sitting around reciting some stupid vows with some stupid boy. :) Most of my memories of aftercare are of me in the dirt somewhere in the field or seeing how high I could climb the outside of the playground.

I'm really happy to say that that part of me hasn't died. That isn't how I used to be. It's how I still am today. Yes, I've reclaimed my femininity (haha!), but that doesn't mean any sense of adventure is lost. I'm still itching for explorations and I'm pretty sure I always will. Even when I'm 86 with a hip replacement. Even then.

PS - My grammar school had the best fair around. No doubt. (Shortayyy...)

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Father's Eyes

So my most beautiful friend, KW, introduced me to this song the other night. It's called Father's Eyes by Amy Grant. I kind of fell in love with it. I mean, I can COMPLETELY 100% identify with the lyrics. When listening to it for the first time, I felt like it was reading my heart...

It's always a very strange feeling when you find a song that totally, word for word describes your mood or what you're feeling. Really strange, but sooooo wonderful. :)

So I will share a part of it that really reached out and touched my heart. Who knows? You may also take something away from it!

"And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad they'll all be had to see by everyone.
And when you're called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be

She's got her Father's eyes,
Eyes that find the good in things, when good is not around.
Eyes that find the source of help, when help just can't be found.
Eyes full of compassion, seeing every pain.
Knowin' what you're going through, and feeling it the same.
Just like my Father's eyes,
Just like my Father's eyes."

Wouldn't that be so amazing if someone could say that about you? I am going to work to be more like that girl the song describes. I bet Mary was like that. I betcha she totally was.

Just...Wow!!

Something to think about...

Got this in an e-mail a while back. Thought I'd throw this up here.

Washington DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the till and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3 year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly, as the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced them to move on.

45 minutes:

The musician played. Only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.. He collected $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a common-place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made .....

How many other things are we missing?

Sweet Honey Nectar Lovin'

This entry of mine makes my heart flutter. I didn't write it, but every time I read it, I want to run around the whole world and tell them about it.

I should read this every day when I wake up. What a life I would lead!!

Makes Me Think

I know I've mentioned makesmethink.com before. I'm pretty sure I have.

Anyway, I was on it today and there was one entry that just really hit a nerve.

Today, as I was sitting in a fast food restaurant wearing a t-shirt and some baggy sweatpants, a random man walked over to me and said, “I just wanted you to know that I think you’re beautiful.” Then he smiled and walked out the door. I am 49 years old and haven’t received a compliment like that in years. MMT

Isn't that wonderful?!

I mean, I can't even imagine the joy that filled that woman's heart. We forget how much we need to hear that--"I think you're beautiful." Or maybe we never forget, we just believe we aren't beautiful because no one has said so. Though I personally think that that is hubbish (I made that word up), I believe that thought process is very real. Unfortunately, we forget how dazzling we really are, ladies! We forget ALL the time.

The thing is we are being reminded constantly. By our Father, silly goose!! I know that sounds corny but just hear me out. He is always reminding us of how alluring we are. "How," you might ask?

Well, for example, the breeze makes me feel beautiful. I have no idea why. It just does! The cool wind on my skin and in my hair. Soaking it in. That's my element. It's God's gift to me. He's saying, "Here, feel this. I love you. You're so beautiful." I haven't ever told anyone that before. It's kind of been my own little secret with the Big Guy upstairs. But I'm not ashamed and I believe you need to hear it!

You're God-given femininity alone makes you extraordinarily gorgeous--inside and out. A woman comfortable in her beauty is just drop dead crazy beautiful to me. A woman who knows that the gifts she has to offer are one of a kind and indisputable is jaw dropping. Don't you agree?! I pray that one day, we all reach this point. I'm not fully there yet, I'll totally admit it. But everyday is a chance for me to get closer. And I assure you, I'm getting closer.

Messages from God like sunsets, the rain, and, of course, the breeze are all ways He's romancing us. He has a crush on you, babe. He really likes ya a lot. Why not listen to Him when he tells you how beautiful you are? He would know better than all of us.

I don't have to look at you to know how lovely you are. Being captivating and radiant is not skin deep no matter what society today might tell you. They are wrong and before you do anything, you've got to believe that fact.

I mean the woman in the entry said she was in a t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. Not only did age make her feel less beautiful, but she stressed that she was not even fully put together that day! And yet...some man--God bless that man--was so taken back by her that he walked up and vocalized to her what he saw. An intrument of the Father to bring forth the song of that darling woman's heart.

Yes, I am sad that most of us need to hear it to believe it. I mean, hey, I'm one that does! It's like when your mom says she loves you, though. You know she loves you. But doesn't it feel good to hear it and be reminded of it? It does! We forget we're beautiful so it feels good when someone tells us. I'm trying not to rely on that though. My challenge for all of you and myself is to work to being comfortable in our own beauty. To know just how captivating we really are! It's liberating, almost! The sense of confidence and assurance that we have something to give to the world!

I kind of can't handle the excitement in my heart for us, pretty ladies!

And guys, please, never stop reminding them of how beautiful they are. We forget all the time! Silly girls!

100th Blog Anniversary

Yep, this would be my 100th blog EVA!

I know, I know. A big deal, right? Well, duh!

Just wanted to say thanks to everyone whose been keeping up with me on here! I've been having a lot of fun doing this and it makes my heart feel all warm and fuzzy knowing there are people who follow along.

So thanks again for the support :) You guys are the best...


oh, man...now I'm blushing...

PostSecret of the Week

As Ghetto As I Get

So, I wasn't arrested, and I wasn't shot at.

HOWEVER, I recently have discovered that I don't fit into any of my pants anymore and so they sag...

As I was just getting ready for work, I realized my black pants kind of swallowed me and they hung way below my hips. WAY below. I looked THUG NASTY. Straight out of the hood.


In this emergency, my mother ran to the back to get her black pants for me to try on. I'm never going to fit in them, I thought to myself. Have any of you seen my mother? She is a little Italian lady. She shops in the petite section. I'm about a half a foot taller than her.

She gave them to me, and I hesitantly tried them on knowing what the outcome would be.

They should not fit me. They are three sizes smaller than what I fit in three months ago. But here they are. I swear, these pants are like the magical jeans from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series. We had to let the hem out because they're petite, of course. But nevertheless, they fit.

It's kind of a big deal. I'm just supa excited, and I needed to tell someone.

I was totally willing to go to work looking straight out of the penitentiary.

Queen of the World

I just had a two hour long conversation with Libbs and I feel like I could conquer the world right about now. It was very empowering.

I'm feeling like I could be dictator...or Queen Kelly Elizabeth.

Either one is fine with me. You choose!


It's 3:30 in the morning and I am going to bed!


PS - Libbs, I missed our talks! This was long overdue.

I Am Not Ashamed

#1, #2, and I hung out the other night.

We went to Wal-Mart for just a couple of things but wound up staying there for over an hour.

What were we doing for so long you ask?

Playing in the toy aisles...


Yeah, we're in college...

Bang-She-Bang

You guys know #2, right?

(Cute, eh?)

She's my adorable, little roommate. She's girly, graceful, feminine, and pretty gorgeous. She's completely unaware of this beauty and that is unfortunate because everyone else around her can totally see it.

Anyways, all of this makes the story I'm about to tell you all the more spectacular.

The other night a group of us went to see Fame, a new American musical film that sort of follows the hit 1980's make. A fantastic movie by the way! We were all pretty hyped up after the final performance so when the credits started rolling, a bunch of us were dancing around. We were having a good time when all of a sudden...#2 stands up, throws her arm up, and does the bang-she -bang.

Oh...you don't know what the bang-she-bang is?
It looks something like this.

Yeah...that was #2...basically...

But, like Deutsch put it, a little less promiscuous and little more saucy...

All of our jaws dropped. It was the most extraordinary thing I have ever seen. Probably the most extraordinary thing any of us have ever seen. The confidence and self-assurance she displayed left us all in awe. I'm really just speechless...

My life is forever changed.