Monday, November 30, 2009

Roger the Rodent

It was my first night at my grandmaw's this past Thanksgiving holiday and I was getting ready for bed. I was rooming with a cousin and was going to bed way after her so I was trying to be quiet as to not wake her.

I got all comfy and closed my eyes when I heard a scratching noise from the ceiling. My eyes shot open. My dad warned me about this when he picked me up earlier that day.

"I think there's a rat in the ceiling. He kept me up all night with his loud scratching."

*Goes weak in the knees.* "So much for sleeping," I thought.

And sure enough, the little rodent was there. Scratching and gnawing and making me sick to my stomach. I kept having visions of him coming right through the ceiling. I pictured a huge, cat-sized rat landing right on top of me scratching and biting while trying to get away.

That's it, I was wide awake. Got up to use the bathroom at one point and realized he was actually either in or on the other side of the wall I was sleeping next to. Lucky me.

On the other side of that wall is a porch-esque room that isn't visited very often. I guessed he was living in there and was trying to get some place warmer because it was freezing outside? I have no idea. Does it really matter?

I mean, a hackin' (not a real word) rat was trying to get in my room.

The rat and I became close. I named him Roger. After Roger Rabbit because, I'm tellin' ya, he was the most persistent thing I've ever met. I don't ever remember him quitting with the clawing.

Finally, I fell asleep. I fell asleep in fear.

Roger didn't come back the next night, praise God. I still stayed up though. Why? I stayed up because I knew that at any moment he would come. The moment I least suspected, he'd start it up again. And if I wasn't prepared, I would freak out. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, even when I was prepared I was freaking out...

Anyways, I finally fell asleep that night, too. Again, I fell asleep in fear.

That darn rat.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving Antics

Every year since before I can remember my Thanksgivings have been spent in Ponchatoula on my grandmother's farm. My great aunt and uncle from Texas are usually always here, my great aunt and uncle from Washington are pretty much always here, and a couple of distant cousins from various places come some years. My dad, his three brothers, and their wives are always here. My grandmother, of course. And then her seven grandchildren.

The long time tradition is that one night before Thanksgiving we all sit down and play a fun game of Liverpool Rummy. It's my favorite card came in all the land. I have so many great memories at the card table. I've been playing since I was about 11 or so. Also, I'm the reigning champ of 2007. (We didn't play in 2008 because none of the aunts or uncles could come in.) This year, however, I passed my title on to my father who beat us all pretty badly.

But the thing about this year is that it was my brother's first time playing without a partner. Usually, the little kids will want to come play and even though I was only 11 when I started playing on my own, the game gets really complicated so we usually partner them up with one of the adults playing. The thing about Bob and games is that he's super-ultra competitive so when a game of strategy, patience, and deceit comes along, he can get a little...passionate.

He's a Kyle. We're hot-blooded folk. What can I say?

I thought the child was going to have an aneurysm he was stressing out so bad. He would pound his fist, make his face turn red, and scream randomly like he had a tick...

People, it was frightening.

He was completely immersed in the game.

Finally, in the last, most stressful Liverpool Rummy hand Bob went out. (Which means he was the first to get rid of his cards. It's a good thing. You get zero points. In Liverpool Rummy, points are bad.) I thanked God up above because I don't think he would have slept had he lost that hand. It was really getting to him. He was making all of us really nervous...Freakerzoid...

Yes, I said freakerzoid. No, I'm not twelve.

That's not the only thing going down in Ponchatoula. Just wait till I write about the rat friend I've gotten the privelege to get to know at night since I've been up here. That'll be a real treat for ya!

Wishing you all a Happy Turkey Day!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Books, books, books

So my "To-Read" pile has been growing increasingly larger in the past two months. I mean, good grief!

So it started when I ordered I Believe in Love

and Redeeming Love

on Amazon a while back. And I had full intentions of reading both. I've technically been reading I Believe in Love for two months... I open it randomly throughout the week but I've been preoccupied. Except not really...that was a lie. Sorry....

Redeeming Love was really not what I expected. It was really cheesy, idealistic, and kind of far fetched. I was hoping for a romance along the lines of A Walk to Remember. Redeeming Love was just not what I was looking for. Though I never finished it, I feel like I gave it a fair chance.

Then No Hitter let me borrow First Comes Love by Scott Hahn

from him a while back which I have really been wanting to read. I just feel guilty because I haven't finished I Believe in Love.

And it's the same story with Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller

that Cray-Cray recommended to me. It was on sale at Barnes & Nobles for five buckaroos so I bought it. Now it's just floating around my room. Cold. Lonely. Neglected.

I am terrible.... I am a terrible girl.

That's not even the end. THEN there is Dear John. A romance novel by Nicholas Sparks.

I tried getting into that one at the beginning of the school year but couldn't for the life of me. I went to the New Moon midnight premiere the other night (That movie is another blog in itself, by the way) and they had a preview for the movie Dear John and it looked really good so now I HAVE to read it soon.

Lastly, and certainly not least is the Sword of Truth Series by Terry Goodkind. I read the first which was fantastic and I've been itching to read the second. Hello?! Have you seen my "To-Read" list?! There isn't much action... It's love, faith, love, spirituality, love, family, love, romance, and love. Yes, these are all critical points in my life that should be worked on. But can't a girl have a few battles and adventures somewhere in the mix? I'm gonna go ahead and answer that question for you. "Yeah, girl. Hit 'em wit a kitty wig."

Thank you.

So that puts Stone of Tears on my list.

And I think I've decided to just go ahead and bump it to number one WITH I Believe in Love. That way I can read both and move on with my list...and my life. :)

What am I going to do with myself? Open a book, I guess.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

I get picked on sometimes.

Let me set the scene for you. I'm sitting on the floor in my room, hair a mess, in my favorite boxers and a sweatshirt, chilling out with my computer, and trying to watch Little Nemo on YouTube. I'm just minding my own business. Then creeps in #1 who proceeds to pin me to the ground. Closely following is #2 with her laptop which is blaring Christmas music...

Panic sets in. I start trying to fight but #1 is an extremely strong woman and I'm...well...I'm just not. Christmas music is screaming from that doggone computer while both of my roommates are trying to make sure I don't get to it. I fought my absolute hardest to stop the foolery but #1 had me in one of her grips of death and #2 kept rolling on top of me. After much struggle I ran away with the laptop and that was the end of that.

The panic was due to the fact that I don't like celebrating the Christmas season when Christmas is not, in fact, in season. The day after Thanksgiving is when this beloved, spirited season is suppose to begin. For me, it's not a day before because I like to preserve the spirit. It's a special time for me and I get pretty hardcore Christmas.

My roommates know this and have made me their usual...

I love Christmas holidays just as much as the next person but let's not forget that wonderful day we celebrate in November. What was it again? I forget... It has turkey, I know that. Do you remember what I'm talking about? Is it...Thanksgiving? Yeah, that's it. Thanksgiving.

Franco's Song

This song is called Franco's Song by brotherbrother. OH. MY. GARNIT.
It's about's the most beautiful song ever...

You’re with me now,
Every part of me somehow
Is yours, for evermore;
I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us.
When I invite my heart to dream
There is only one face I see…
Only you came
Everyone but you changed
I’ll never go home alone again.
So figure this
Silent circumference, of love
Here and now
Heaven kisses the earth somehow
For us…
Come and see the dignity
The crown of creation here with me
Humbly we lay our hearts down low
There is nowhere but up to go…
Only you came
Everyone but you changed
I’ll never go home alone again
Without you, by my side
Only you came
Everyone but you changed
I’ll never go home alone again.

You can listen to it on their Myspace page.
brotherbrother on Myspace.


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Demon Update

I'm just going to go with the theory that my friends will love me no matter how cray-cray I am.

With that being said, I would just like to let you all know that my apartment is now a safe haven. It has been blessed by a priest as of 10 o'clock this morning. So I know you were all scared...but no more worries. My home is and will always remain demon free. Plus! Now 210 has some fiya holy water! Woo-hoo!

I moved my bed, the statue of La Pieta, my tazer, and everything else back to their original spots.


Monday, November 16, 2009

Angels & Demons

Anyone ever seen that new movie Paranormal Activity?

If you haven't, then don't.

I saw that movie Saturday night and I am creeped out, you guys. No, for real. Ask my roommates. I have gotten to the point where most of the lights need to be on in the apartment, and I'm sleeping with three rosaries under my pillow. I'm walking around my apartment with a hammer, and I'm sleeping with my tazer. I can't be alone in the apartment. I even moved my bed up next to #1's last night. Plus, I'm sleeping next to our little two-foot statue replica of La Pieta.

Oh, AND we have a priest coming Tuesday night to bless our apartment.

Listen, I am NEVER scared like this for movies. I'll be a little jumpy and freaked out during but afterwards I can just laugh it off and go about my merry little way. Not this time and it's REALLY frustrating me. I can't imagine how #1 & #2 are feeling about this. #1 wasn't in town Saturday night so I made #2 sleep with me.

The movie was just so realistic, I guess? I don't even know... I know that I won't get possessed by a demon. I'm fairly confident that I'm so wrapped up and protected by my Father that nothing could hurt me. But the possessed girl in the movie is what freaked me out. Things like that have really happened. There are such things as exorcists and their job is to drive demons out of people and places...

I mean...this is the image I keep seeing in my head after seeing the film.

I may be crazy...I don't know. I'm just pretty terrified, okay?

Promise me you won't go see that movie.

Oh man, I'm investing in a night light...

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Whole Truth

I went to traffic court today.

Let me just tell you, it was quite an experience. Luckily for me, I was not being prosecuted for anything. Remember that car accident a while back? Well the woman who hit me was being prosecuted and my mother asked me to go to court to testify as a witness. I was a bit nervous going. Deutsch let me use his car. I drove around for about ten minutes trying to find a darn parking spot. Finally, I found one over in Western Russia by a parking meter. I put ever cent I had into that little sucker.

I parked at about 8:55 AM and court was scheduled for 9:00 AM so I power walked like a mad woman to the courthouse. When I walked in, I went to the big sign that tells you what floor everything is on and looked for my courtroom. Courtroom 1087. Of course, the board had no information regarding its whereabouts so then I started to worry. At that second, the maintenance man came up to me and asked if I needed help. (God is amazing, isn't He? People are good.) I politely and embarrassingly asked him where my courtroom was and he gave me directions on how to get there.

Taking the elevator was fun. Jam packed with lawyers, scary people, and that wonderful fragrance of cigarette smoke. Yippee!! The woman next to me didn't know English and kept asking me questions in Spanish that I couldn't understand. I just made up questions she could be asking in my head and answered those. Tried to do some made up sign language to break that barrier and wound up smacking the guy next to me in the shoulder. He had a tear drop tattooed on his face... I almost peed myself. The Hispanic woman looked at me like I was a complete idiot and walked off the elevator muttering Spanish things to herself. I giggled because Spanish spoken angrily is really funny....or maybe I'm just a child. Either or.

I got to the courtroom which was packed with people. The second I opened the door, everyone's heads snapped to look at me. (They did that to every person that walked in after me, I observed.) There were two seats available. Either next to the guy with the dreads who looked like Li'l Wayne's long lost twin or next to this little blonde woman with a floral jacket on. I chose the woman specifically because I figured she'd be more likely to answer any questions I was probably going to have about what was going on in the courtroom process and Li'l Wayne's brother looked like he wanted to shank me. I wanted to apologize to him for making him so angry. Then I realized I didn't do anything... THAT'S power, I'm tellin' ya!

I looked around for the lady who hit me but couldn't find her. The process didn't start til 9:30 AM. I spent the half hour surfing the internet on my phone, staring in awe at the big, intimidating lawyer men, and trying to eavesdrop on cops to hear the jokes they were saying. Turns out, the woman never showed and they issued a bench warrant for her arrest. NBD.

Look, I thought I was pretty gangsta but I don't have anything on her. So thug nasty...


This weekend I worked an overnight retreat. I don't know what the retreatants got out of it but this weekend was amazing for me. Without going into too much ranting and raving, I went through a lot of healing this weekend. I was reminded of so many things I had forgotten. For instance, do you remember when I blogged about Captivating a while back? Well, I read the book over the summer and highlighted points throughout it. Turns out that everything I highlighted this summer was all directly related to what I am going through now. It was as if Summer Kelly had left me (Fall Kelly) a message.

I only read that book four months ago and I had already slipped away from it's message.

This weekend called forth from me the femininity and tenderness that I had put back on the shelf a while ago. Various people and circumstances called me to rise up as a woman of God and as a sister in Christ.

My heart is really attached to this new sense of sisterhood between me and my girl friends. I feel like I know now that I need them now more than ever and that they want to be my support. I feel very safe and at home in this rediscovered sisterly love and I'm sorry that I had forgotten about it.

I have decided to challenge myself to live each day with the feminine softness and grace that was given to me at the beginning of my existance. To be strong in my vulnerablity and to let myself be pursued by Christ, Most Holy. I'm letting his love and adoration be enough for me.

I have a long, long way to go. I know this blog was kind of everywhere. (I'm an ENFJ. Give me a break!) I am still on a road to peace of mind but this weekend was the exact push I needed to fight for it.

Message recieved, my Jesus. Message recieved.

Hope you all had a beautiful weekend!

Friday, November 6, 2009

I Do Believe in Fairies

I was a fairy for Halloween.

I had wings, a wand, and a tutu!

I now want to be a fairy when I grow up. A pretty, graceful, dancing fairy! I would be just like the fairy in that picture. With flowers and sparkles and lots of pretty colors. I would heal people. I could fix any physical pain. I would sing lots of pretty songs, too. I would totally rock as a fairy.

The fairy outfit is now not only my favorite costume I've ever had, but it's also my favorite outfit I've ever worn. I would like to wear it to my classes and to the mall and to Wal-Mart. Everywhere.

I would love to be a fairy :)

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Tickle Torture

210 has been a war zone lately.

It's #1 & #2 versus me. Actually, come to think about it, it's ALWAYS #1 & #2 versus me. Can someone explain to me why that is? Am I an easy target?

It started Monday, I think. #2 brought me home as usual. I'm in my room walking around getting ready for bed. You know, the usual. Well, the two little rascals come in and start ganging up on me. So there's nothing left to do except threaten their very lives. So that's what I did. NBD. I said something like, "You don't know where I've been....I'll shank you." Something along those lines...

It's schwhatev really.

So then they start tickling me. Now, you guys, I have YET to meet someone more ticklish than I am. Sometimes just the threat of tickling me tickles. (Tickle is SUCH a weird word...)

So tickle torture. Cruel, merciless tickle torture.

The tickling didn't stop until I was obviously fighting to breathe. Which could have caused me to pass out. Or put me into cardiac arrest. Either or. NBD.

So I went to bed in fear. Do you know what that's like? To go to sleep scared for your life? You don't know if you'll wake up the next morning. You don't know if you'll see the light of day ever again because someone could come in at any minute and tickle the very life out of you.

Anyways, the same thing happened Tuesday night. And then last night, too.

My only weapon at this point is screaming bloody murder because the only thing that scares these two besides my threats is the threat that they might get evicted for being too loud. NBD.

By the way, I'm looking for a place to stay tonight...

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


This is #2.

She's my other roommate.

She is also my sister.

Some definitions of a sister are; a female friend or protector regarded as a sister, a female fellow member, as of a church, and a woman who supports, promotes, or participates in feminism.

I would say she fits the bill for all of that.

Now, the first things I think of when I think of #2 are grace, tenderness, and beauty. She's one of the most feminine women I know. She carries herself with such a tender love. She brings out my most womanly qualities.

I always tell #2 that she has a huge heart. She does! She's so loving and nurturing. But even with all this grace and gentleness and care, she's one of the strongest women I've ever met. Even in her weakest moments. And like the definition states, she's a protector.

As my sister, her sheltering nature kicks in whenever she sees that I've been hurt. And she's like that for all of her sisters.

There is one thing that hurts my heart about #2, though. And that would be that she is fully, completely, and absolutely unaware of the beauty that she possesses. I mean, no lie. She doesn't have a clue. She's not dense either so that's not an excuse... It's just humility. But really, her humility amplifies her beauty that much more! This one day we were at daily mass. I like to sit in the front row because I can't concentrate any place else. While I was praying, I looked up just in time to see #2 going up to receive the Body and Blood of Christ and can I just tell you how breathtakingly beautiful she was? I know how wrapped up her heart is in God's hands. She's His girl. She is completely His. I've seen her faith and I've seen her love for her Father. And to see her up there with was just indescribable.

#2 is a true representation of godly femininity. I've learned and am still learning from her heart. I am so blessed to be so close to her much less know her! I look forward to our sisterhood strengthening. And I look forward to watching her grow even more into the marvelously wonderful woman she was born to be.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Madea's Family Reunion

Watched Madea's Family Reunion the other night and this quote has been running through my head ever since I heard it...

"We had a love so strong that it just seemed like we were one. I
would get ready to tell him something and he would open his mouth and
say the very thing that I was fixing to tell him. And then there were
those moments when I would lay my head on his chest just to listen to
his heart beat. And then one night I re
alized that his heart beat
matched mine. I have had an opportunity that few people ever get on
this earth. God has blessed me to share time and space with a man that
He designed Himself just for me. I've not only been blessed.. I have
been divinely favored." - Myrtle

Monday, November 2, 2009

PostSecrets of the Week

(Translation; I'm studying Hindi, so that when I meet your parents, I can tell them I love you.)