Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Day 9; Odd Ball

I see a cardiologist. Don't worry, though! Nothing serious. My blood pressure just goes whack every once in a while.


Anyway, here's the waiting room at the doctor's office.

Every time I'm walking down the hall to that office, I know exactly what's about to happen...

"Wow!! You are SO young!!"

"This is for this little girl... *Hands me back my insurance card.* I say little girl because she's just so young!!"

And no, these things are not said in celebration of my

They say these things with sympathy... Why? Because I'm the 20-year-old in a sea of graying hair. Pretty much every person in there has at least 40 years on me and that's me being generous. This is simply because as you get older, your body develops all kinds of little bothersome troubles. Some big, some small. But, I mean, you guys know the circle of life.

Anyway, so basically what the nurses in that office are saying is, "You poor baby! So young and here to see a cardiologist!"

My problems are minor and rarely ever affect my daily life. So when I hear these things, it just seems silly and pretty humorous.

I would enjoy it if I walked in and people dropped to their knees and screamed, "WHHHYYYY HERRRRR!?? WHYYYYYY?!" And I would walk around, touching each person saying, "It's okay, sweet darling. I am strong. I can do this. Thank you." Holding people's faces in my hands and wiping away their tears. "Have peace in your heart. Don't worry. This is my cross to bear, my dear, so don't you even worry."

And someone would film it...

And then I'd get a call from Oprah...

Yeahhh :)

Day 8; Mon Frère

Most of you know Bob.

Saw him a lot this weekend. He's pretty much the best.

Day 7; Pique-Nique

'Twas an awesome day!

Spent the day on the Northshore with a lot of awesome people. We did a picnic in Covington and then watched some scary movies in Abita Springs.

The picnic rocked. The scary movies nearly made me tinkle.

Dorissa is skeptical.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Day 6; Home for Break

Came home today!

It's always so relaxing to be home. No work to think about or bills to worry about. Just being at home and knowing everything is taken care of. Mmm...I love it.

It's so nice to see my family and my pets! I didn't realize how much I really missed them!

Tonight I went with my mom and step-dad to see The WiseGuys play at a local school fair. The attendees were....colorful. The band was great but the party started getting a little too crazy so we headed home.

People in Bucktown are nuts. You've been warned.

(Sorry this is so blurry!)
Hope you all have a fabulous weekend!

Day 5; Beach Trip

We took a day trip to Biloxi and it was beautiful!

Five girls and one, poor guy.
(Hey, Zach!)

We literally had the beach to ourselves. Relaxed, played in the water and the sand, threw the frisbee, read, and buried Zach. (Hey Zach!)

It was an awesome day and I can't wait to go back for real with the whole gang!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Day 4; Weirdos Will be Weirdos.

My professor recently explained, "No one is normal. There is no such thing. We're all weird. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others."

I completely agree.

I like living life by my own melody.

And I like having friends who do the same!

Day 3; Playing the Catch Up Game-a-roo.

I solemnly swear that I have been taking pictures every day!

It's getting to the computer to post them that's the real trick-a-roo.

Anyway, Day 3.

They're doing construction by CEBA which is a building I have to walk by everyday to get to class. I usually walk to the right side of the building because it is most convenient that way. However, that is where the construction is so I am forced to go left...

It doesn't really put me that far out of route so it doesn't bother me that much... No. There is something much more detrimental to my sanity about this little switch-a-roo...

It's these;

I have always wanted a motorcycle. And especially with the weather lately, I've just really wanted to get on one and just cruise. So when I'm forced against my will to walk by this armada of bikes...I start to cry a little.

They're all just right there...staring at beautiful...

I need a minute...

Monday, October 18, 2010

Day 2; Blueberry Dumdums..mmm

I have always had an intense sweet tooth. Always. When I was a freshman in college, I ate dark chocolate every day which may not sound terribly awful, right? Well, I thought so too until there was a day or two that I went without eating the chocolate, and I had a headache unlike any headache to have ached a head. Seriously.  I had some serious withdrawals. Or something. Finally, I admitted I had a problem and weened myself off the stuff.

My name is Kelly, and I am a recovering chocoholic. Thank you for your support.

Anywhoooo. I've always been the kind of girl who would eat a piece of cake in the morning and call it breakfast. I've also been known to start with dessert and then work my way backwards. Because I do what I want. I've never been huge on candy like suckers, sweet tarts, or that laffy taffy junk until I was introduced to Dum-dums. My entire world was rocked.

At the sushi restaurant I hostess at, we don't give mints for our customers to depart with. No. We give dum-dums.

Here's the ole view.

Slowly, I started tasting each sucker over time. Butterscotch? Out. Mango? In. So on and so forth. Dum-dums does some kind of contest and the winner gets to create their own flavor. I'm not sure how long they make the winner's flavor. As long as a year, perhaps?

Well, regardless, this winner's flava flave right now is Blueberry.

The past few weeks we haven't had any Blueberry, so I went into mourning.

But today...Today my heart was made whole. For as you can see, our Blueberry supply has been restocked.

And my life has meaning again...

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Day 1; A Bib by Chanel Coco

This is my lap.

You may notice the stain.

That's marinara sauce. Marinara sauce from my meatball sandwich.

It seems that I am always spilling stuff on me. Food, drinks, and the like.

What if I started carrying a bib around with me? Would you still talk to me?

Not even just a bib. A monogrammed bib with my initials or something like that. 

It would be a statement. A statement that says, "Look. Every now and then I spill food. Go ahead. Judge me. OMGZLIKEMYBIB!?"

And what if the bib caught on. Next thing we know, the Jonas Brothers, Angelina Jolie, and Obama are all wearing bibs. And then Chanel and Vera Wang start coming out with designer bibs.

You guys would be able to say you knew the girl who started it. I could even become famous.

Beyonce would want to be me. I'm telling you, it's just a trend waiting to be discovered. And I'm the Christopher Columbus of this discovery.

So don't even try to hate on the bib because it's an epic phenomenon. Beyonce wants to be me. And you don't even know.


Saturday, October 16, 2010

Project 365

This mini phenomenon has been kind of floating around and I thought it was a pretty cool idea so I think I'll try it out.

Sorry if you can't read that!!

Anyway, I'm going to try my hardest to keep up with it and we will see where it takes me!

Happy Weekend!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Praying, Praying, Keep on Praying

Praying has always been really important to me. You see, I'm very needy when it comes to my Father. I ask Him for a lot of things...all the time...every day... "Sweet Lord, please let me make this green light." "Father, protect me in this car with this terrible driver." "My Jesus, I need you."

I usually try to be just as grateful as I am needy. "This weather is amazing! Praise God!" "Ay, yo, Pops. Thank you for my slammin' friends, bawla." "THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR CLASS BEING CANCELLED. JC, YOU ARE THE BOOOOMB!"

And then every once in a while, I'm just down right dramatic. "WAAAAHHH! Jeeeeessssuuuusssss, why me?! WHY. ME?!!?" "Um. God? I'm not sure what Your deal is...but stop." "Take it back! Take it back! I don't need this right now. I do NOT need this right now. I'm so weak. I'm the weakest daughter you've ever had. There has been not a soul weaker than I. TAKE IT BACKKKK!"

A lot of times I pray to repent. "Uh...hey, sweet sweet, glorious sweet, glorious, and all-powerful Dad....Remember when I told you to stop....I didn't mean it like that. I....uh...I got nothin'... I'M SORRY! DON'T HATE ME!!" "Omgsh I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Lord. I'm so, so sorry. Forgive me. Please! I'm begging you." "Look...if you don't have mercy on me right here, right now....I'll keel right over. I'll just die right here..."

When I was a just a tot, I was the greatest little prayer. I prayed for everything. And when I say everything, I literally mean EVERY. THING. Every person, everything that required oxygen, everything that didn't require oxygen. Your stapler? Yeah, I prayed for it. I prayed for the plants, and the animals, and the clouds. I prayed like a mother for the bad guys. I was very concerned about them.

Here's an example. My mom would come to my bed side and tuck me in to bed every single night. Some nights I would make her rub my right foot....but that's another story for another day. Anyway, she'd tuck me in, rub the ol' foot, and say my prayers with me. Poor thing wound up sitting there for an eternity with the prayers that I came up with. I remember this one night specifically. This is how I remember the prayer going:

"Dear God, I want to pray for my mom, my dad, my brother, my kittens, my grandmaw, my grandpaw, my uncles, my cousins, my aunts, my friends at school, my house, my teachers. For the bad guys, for the police men, for all the plants, for all the animals, for the flowers, for my dolls and my stuffed animals, for my beanie babies, for everything that breathes, for everything that does not breathe. For all the people I am not praying for. For all the people I have ever met. For all the people I have not met. For all of the angels and for the devil. For every animal on this planet. For the sun and for the moon. And for everything else that I can't think of right now..."

And I'm going to be honest with you, I think I remember some nights being worse than that. I had this fear that if I didn't mention something or someone, that would be it for them. Consider them done. My poor mother had to just sit there and listen. She would be dead tired from working all day and then have to come listen to me save the entire world from destruction...all from my bed. She's a saint, I swear.

Even today, prayer is something I get really serious over. My prayers have evolved into something more casual and intimate with God but hardcore nonetheless. 

I will laugh when my kids end up being the exact same way I was. I'll be tucking them in, kissing them, possibly rubbing their right foot, and praying with them until they pray their selves to sleep.

"Lord, I want to pray for my mom, my dad, my siblings, my dog, my shoes, my bed, the air, the phonebook, the TV. For everyone who has possibly existed, and for everyone who does exist, and for everyone who will exist, and for everyone who will never exist. For paper, for ants, for fingernails, for basket-balls, for Barbie & Ken, for cement, for rubber..."