Location: D4 Kitchen
Date: Sometime during finals week
Occupation Title: Professional Self-entertainers

I have been home for a little over a week.  My summer thus far has been busy, fun and full of catching up with the times.  It is weird being home, sometimes the moments are just like they were before I moved away, and then others I feel completely out of place and uncertain as to what my place is here.
I don't miss school, or the cool Logan climate what I miss the most are all the friends I had made over those eight months of living on my own.

I have a feeling there maybe a few more Logan trips than I had planned on over the summer months-  I should be used to that trip by now.

BIG NEWS:  Miss LuLu turned eight (8) today!  She is going to be baptized on Saturday!  I am so proud of her and I can't believe that she is that old already!!!  I am going with her and her mom to get her ears pierced this afternoon- she is so brave and so big!  Goodness gracious where has the time gone!  

When Halee was born I was eleven years old- yet I still remember it like it wasn't that long ago.  I remember everything about the day-  What I was wearing, how slow Grandma drove Shay and I to the hospital, waiting in the hall until Jon said we could come in.  I remember holding her for the first time, and having an instant love for her.  I was in fifth grade when she was born, and my mama let me print off a picture to show everyone at school.  It seems so long ago when I think of all that has happened since then, but on that same note I still don't believe she is so old.

Dedicated to Tamantha.

It is FINALS WEEK!

Tami and I have been studying all day long

. . . minus lunch, pre-dinner and dinner break.

. . . and now of course, for my Blogbreak!

We got to reminiscing on the fact that our first year of college is over.

Tami is getting married, and these last four days are going to be my last with her as her roommate

I may just cry- seriously though.

. . . . .

Not to get mushy-gushy or anything,

BUT 

Tami has become one of my bestEST friends-

And it blows my mind that before August I didn't even know she existed.

Thanks for: cuddling with me, talking about boys, staying up late, screaming like a mad women with me, dancing like a crazy person, laughing at me, laughing with me, pulling pranks, listening to my "problems", telling me yours, being my roommate, being my friend, cooking me food, eating my leftovers, letting me do your hair, putting up with my me, and all the other things that we have gone through together this year!

I love you Tamantha!

Welp- (like well with a hick accent)

I best get back to studyin' my little head off.

I have two finals tomorrow back-to-back in the same room.

I start at 7:30 AM then hopefully I will be finished before eleven.

Read this. It will make your day!

Marvelous day at D4!

So, basically I LOVE stories!  I love listening to them, telling them, and the reactions that others get from them!  

(clearing of throat)  Here is my story for today and IT JUST BARELY HAPPENED!

I hope you all find it as humorous as I do.

I am usually not home during this time of the day on Wednesdays.  I am usually at my Crossfit class, but today I didn't go.  I didn't have to- and why would I put my body through something like that when I didn't have to?  

Instead I ate a lovely salad topped with a boiled egg, cranberries and cheese.  Just thinking about how marvelous that was in my mouth makes me smile while I am typing this story!  I have also been doing some intense "research" via Blogger.  

All my roommates were either still at school or upstairs so I was all alone in the living room enjoying my "Me-time" when I heard the door knob start turning.  The thought went through my head that it shouldn't be doing that.  Everyone was either upstairs or at school who lived here, and the J3 boys aren't so quiet.  Before I realized it a man was in my doorway.  I have never before seen this man in my life, but from first glance he seemed nice and he was nice looking.  For a moment, yes just a moment, we "stared into each others eyes". . . okay, not really.  It was more like we looked at each other with very confused expressions, not really sure what is going one.  He stood there for about ten seconds.  I even think he said hello, then he started noticing his surroundings. . . I am sure the thought went through his head "Where did that Giraffe picture come from?" and then it donned on him.  The cute stranger started going red in the face and backed out of the door way before anymore could be said. 

Now, even I have made the simple mistake of going into the wrong apartment.  It is easy to get confused when all the buildings look the same.  Lucky enough for me when I walked into the wrong apartment no one was there to catch me in my act.  Another thing, when I walked into the wrong apartment it was the beginning of Fall semester. . . we are now drawing near the finals week of Spring semester!  Poor kid.  His mind must have been on something else- I have my theories.

Theories:

1. This unfortunate soul couldn't resist the smell of my perfume it lured him in like Pepe le Pew
2. He was in a complete daze due to lack of sleep and stress of finals
3. (complements of Randi) "Something unbeknown to him led him there.  Like he just had some magical connection to you apartment and he was subconsciously being led there without his consent but he just couldn't stop himself" 

Yep I like Randi's the best!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Now, because there is always a story within a story this is what took place while I was sharing my lovely adventure with Randi:

Tami was cleaning up the hair balls off the floor.  Hairballs are quite common in D4 especially since there are five girls who live here who have longish hair. . . it is just a fact of life.  Well, she conjured up quite the wad of hair and because I think hairballs are funny Tami came down and showed me.  At that moment I had the epiphany to take the ball of hair down to our lovely J3 brothers.  I thought it was a thoughtful idea since the semester is almost over and we will all be going our own ways this hairball was a way they could take a piece of us with them where ever they went.  Because we thought it to be so special the plan was to surprise them!  

Tami and I ran down to their apartment set the hairball on the back of their couch and left hoping that when they saw this symbol of love they would be filled with much joy and cherish it forever.  We quickly retreated to our apartment.

Ten minutes later. . . 

My doorknob started wiggling again.  This time more aggressive than before, but the hope for that poor young man danced across my mind, "He has returned!  Randi was right!"  I leaned over the chair to assist the one on the other side of the door- when my door flung open and two rowdy boys came bouncing into my apartment.  These boys were familiar- too familiar.  Tyson and Brian, two of the six J3 boys, ran into my kitchen before I even had time to think. . .  In Tyson's hand was a cool-whip container and a lighter.  

"Oh NO!  Not incense" was the only thing I could think they would light in our apartment. . .yes they have done that before and it is terrible- the smell didn't leave for days.  I had to stop them!  Tyson was by the stove already lighting away before I had even got off the chair.  Brian was guarding the entrance to the kitchen.  There was no way for me to get in!  I called for help.  Tami and Jordan were upstairs doing homework- I NEEDED BACKUP!  

Poor Brian, I punched him in the arm a few times to break down his barrier, but there was no hope.  By the time Tami and Jordan came down Tyson and Brian had started to head for the door, leaving behind the smoldering cool-whip container.  I ran in to put out the flame when the repulsive odor of a hair-perm and cow branding filled my nostrils!  IT WAS THE HAIR! 

At this point I don't know which could be worse- the smell of incense or the smell of burt hair.  Currently  the kitchen window and the front door are both open hoping to circulate some fresh hair into our home.  

I know. . . we asked for it- 

Oh, by the way:  Happy Wednesday Everyone! (:

beastly, I know.

It is a phone picture- give me a break. . .I know it sucks okay.

Last night I took on this beast.
Yes, it is a hairball- a huge hairball, mind you!
It took preparation spoon full of peanut butter
special equipment kitchen broom and vacuum from J3
lots of elbow grease and persistence.

It wasn't easy to take on this beast of a creature- I mean look at that thing! It is Ginormous!
I got a few battle wounds a paperish cut only by hair. . . a hair cut! (no pun intended).
What did I do with this wad of hair you may ask?
I took it over to J3- to show them my hairball-taming skill. . . They thought it was gross.
Big wimps!  IT IS JUST HAIR!

Equation:  5 Girls + Hair = HAIRBALLS!  everywhere . . . (dun, dun, dun!)

-"You can paint with all the colors of the. . . . chalk?

I went to Spanish Forks Color Festival.
It was so much fun!  I was so tired!
(the previous night I went to bed at 3:30 AM because a group of us dressed up like gothic/punk people and partied it up!)
The Color Festival is a religious celebrations- but that is all I know basically. . .
I haven't really cared to take the time to look up why we threw colors in the air, but I will now-
I know they burt a witch.

Only five of our crew made the trek down.
It was a bit chilly, but not too bad.
I got blue chalk in my eye- Thanks Eric.
We ended up looking like Easter Eggs.

I can't wait until next year!
I am going to do the mud slide! (:
Oh and I either want to dress up like a ninja or a birde!
Good plan huh!?

Notice the creeper in the left hand corner- totally creepin' But he makes this picture so much better I will admit!

I drove the rest of the way home after being caked in chalk dust.
I was starving and tired and so glad to finally get home to shower.
The rest of the weekend was amazing!

Fact: Three hours of sleep for two days full of excitement is not enough.
Fact: Color is a BIG deal in my life.
Fact: Driving while tired is not safe.  It is scary.
Fact: Wearing someone else contacts won't make you see better.
Fact: I miss my high school friends more than I thought possible.
Fact: Hoss is going to be an amazing missionary.
Fact: Grandma RuLeen is amazing.

Quote of the weekend: "Next time you won't catch me in my fan-duds." - Grandma RuLeen.

Mission: Eat Food, Feed Hunger

Once upon a time there were four STARVING roommates

who didn't want to cook dinner.

The oldest of the roommates offered to buy HOT-N-READY pizza.

The other three roommates agreed.

So they were off on their quest.

The four of them decided since 

because the last time they got 

HOT-N-READY pizza they down one box that

this time they would buy TWO boxes of pizza

plus (+) CRAZY BREAD!

The plan was made.

The journey was underway.

Hoping in the ever trusty Durango 

D4 quad made their way down 10th and onto main

where traffic was merely bearable 

and even though they were growing weak with hunger 

they made it - all of them. 

No casualties!

While purchasing the worthy pie

the growl of our inner beings started breaking out.

Not much longer and we would have been devoured.

Turned on by the big-ones* who eat the little ones*

The pie was received.

We made a break for it dashing out the door!

FREEDOM.

Then we were faced with a choice:

1. Stop an eat the pizza on the curb of Little Caesar's (my choice)

2. Drive home and eat in the kitchen (it was growing cold again)

After quick decisions making 

We saddled back in to the Durango,

escaping to the solitude of the castle.

10 minutes from walking through the gate of safety

the pizza was all but disposed of.

(Don't worry we prayed.  It was a marvelous blessing experience to say the least.)

Leaving only three pieces of pizza.

Mission: Eat Food, Feed Hunger 

Accomplished!

Thanks for providing the pizza Kellie! 

*Big-ones: the big fishes that eat the little fishes inside your tummy!
- My mom used to tell this to my siblings and I when we would complain about being hungry.




Today I love this song!

high five Thursday!

so sometimes I like to stay up late. . 

Okay- I am not going to beat around the bush, I always go to bed late.

In fact this whole week I don't think I have been in bed before 1:30. . . 

shoot.

My sister-in-law, Sandi, says something along the lines of 

"Kelsie you can always do homework, but parties only happen once."

That isn't exactly how it goes, but it is late

and it is close enough.

Tonight I did study before I played.

I patted myself on the back already, don't worry!

Then my friend Keni came over.

She is pretty much amazing.  I met her in crossfit.

We played computer- took virtual tours of the places that we grew up

on Google MAPS.

Then we watched a long movie

The Scarlet Pimpernel 

it was funny- well the parts I watched.

I studied during half of it. . . 

Keni says the book is better

I think I will read it.

It is funny how every time I have to drive home I stay up late. . .

NOT SAFE!

Luckily for me I will have a friend for the ride.

I am kinda sad to be leaving Logan again.

It is such a beautiful place

with such marvelous people. . .

But then again

I am basically surrounded by marvelous people.  

(BLESSINGS!)

Tomorrow (today) 20,000 Bouncy Balls are going to be dropped 

FROM A HELICOPTER! 100 FEET IN THE AIR.

 It is going to be amazing- to say the least.

I plan on taking pictures- 

AND VIDEO!

Oh by the way. . .

cute picture huh!?

I think so.  We are never up this late

. . . together, on a weekday!

True college experiences?  I think yes.

AND

as you may have noticed

My dearest Tami is MIA.

The poor girl has a dreadful job at cleaning buildings

AT 4 o'clock in the MORNING!

RIDICULOUS

everyone should be sleeping during that hour.

I miss her dearly

(this is only the first week too. . . )

My poor dear.

What people do when they are in love. . . 

(Oh, background: Tami is ENGAGED!  story to come soon!- hopefully. . .)

High Five Thursday!

Sno-Cattin' Adventure (mind you no boy/husband talk included)

BEWARE: picture OVERLOAD! (yes, each picture deserves to be large and centered!)

Okay now for the story. . . not that each picture doesn't speak for itself.

. . . . . 

Friday before Spring Break I loaded up my roommates, Aubrie and two of the J3 boys- Eric and Tyson. The Durango was packed, but we got off in really good time.  See we had to leave decently early because Shay's prom was that night, and yes we went to watch- (where I come from the whole community goes to WATCH prom, but that is another story)

Saturday we ventured up into the mountains.  My pa had agreed to take us all up on the Snow Cats.  Long story short it was a new experience for everyone! 

Quick shout out to Pa, Weston and D!  Thanks for playing tour guide!

RECAP of the weekend:

(no particular order)

• Eric went up in the mountains with a broken leg. . LOTS OF PAIN
• Played in the snow all day long!
• Rode Snow Cats
• AMAZING food (thanks Ma!)
• My friends got to see what it is like where I grew up
• Everyone fell in love with my kids
• Sleepovers on the floor
• LOTS OF DRIVING!

I missed lots of important details - this is true. . .

But I would need a whole day just to relive those little moments.

Really- the weekend was just SIMPLY MARVELOUS!

Read Kellie's two-bits 

of the glamorous weekend!

1:27 am

It is late.

Or early I guess.

I am tired.

I don't have sheets on my bed,

but hey- my bed is ridiculously comfortable anyway.

Jealous?

You should be.

Tonight as I was getting ready for bed I felt like I was missing something. . .

And then I remembered

I miss CHARLY, the book.

It is a sad story- this is true

but Eric has been reading a chapter to us

 from the book each night 

for the past two weeks.

It all started when I wasn't going to bed in good time.

I would complain about being tired during the day. . .

SO

Eric said he was going to make me go to sleep

before wee-hours in the morning.

I told him I needed a bed time story

. . . the rest is history.

It usually ends up all four of us on one of our beds

while Eric gets into his "fatherly-story telling mode"

I love the way he talks in Charly's voice- bahaha!

(don't judge us, we are getting ready for bed!)

Oh and if you haven't noticed
Spring Break = Lots of blog posts!
I love being home! (:

dear husband. . . I did it again.

Kitchen failure #2        


(in the last week. . . )

So yesterday we had an COOKIE PARTY!  it was more like a cookie open house.
I made my fabulous homemade oreos- (high-five to me) Yes, they are fabulous and for the record I have never ruined them. . . (knocking on my desk!. . .it is wood.)

I was on top of things- I successfully finished making my treats two hours before the party - look at me not procrastinating!  Then I started making a book with Eric and Jordan.

Tami and Tyson had been making applesauce cookies- for some reason they left and asked if I would put the last batch in.  Being the lovely roommate I am I did as they asked- put whatever was left of the dough onto the sheets and stuck the last batch into the oven.  Put the timer on for ten minutes and left.



(Ten minutes later. . . )
I took the beautiful applesauce cookies out of the oven.  SUCCESS!



BUT wait, there was something still in the oven. . . .
I opened the door wide and to my surprise another cookie sheet.
   WAIT!  did you catch that?  I said, "ANOTHER COOKIE SHEET!"
In my mind I rethought things through. . . calculating my previous actions and I had only put one cookie sheet into the oven.
How could there be two?
Magic.
I have decided that our oven is possessed. . . it isn't my lack of skill in the kitchen.


um. . .
or it could have been that I was suppose to take cookies out of the oven before I put new ones in.
Note to self: next time I "throw" a cookie pan into the oven make sure the oven is empty of other cookie pans.

*my poor husband. . . . good thing he is going to love me!

final. finally.

I have a headache.  That doesn't usually happen to me.  Maybe it is because I have a ponytail that is too tight, or perhaps I haven't drank enough water, it could even be the stress of all the "things" I should be doing, but instead I just keep putting off. . . I guess it could be all of those things and the fact that I need more sleep. . .  Yep that is it all of it.

I gave up on the "30 Day Challenge" . . . ha I can't believe I even tempted.  There is too much on my mind that I could blog about to even waste time on some of those prompts, besides I like my own ideas better. . . end of excuses- I just straight out don't want to do the "30 Day Challenge" anymore.

Finals Week is just around the corner and I am dreading it. . . Not because I am nervous about my finals because honestly they aren't going to be dreadfully hard (well I might slightly be nervous for my ECON test, but I don't like ECON. end of story.)  I am dreading it because I want to go home.  I have a case of "cabin fever" but instead I am going to call it "Logan fever".  I love Logan don't get me wrong but I WANT TO GO HOME!  I want to watch Shay play basketball, I want to play with my girls, I want to laugh hysterically with all my friends!  I am anxious to have late night conversations with my Grandma at her kitchen table until we are both falling asleep.  I can't wait to sleep in my own bed and do laundry whenever I want AND PAY NOTHING (I am so sick of trying to scrounge up all the quarters I can- such a pain).  I want to take pictures, I want to paint, I want to sleep in my own bed, and not have to worry being the first one up to get a hot shower.  I can't wait to be home so that I can spend the afternoons with my mom talking about boys, school, my siblings, and anything else that I have missed out on while I have been away to school. . . .I wish FINALS week could be canceled, that way I could be on my way home tomorrow!  (one more week, I can do this). . . I will also be missing "The Forgotten Carols" this year because of finals week.  I was distraught when I found out that it was the Tuesday of Finals. . . I even considered driving down Tuesday and coming back Wednesday, but that wouldn't work, I have two study sessions that night.  BUM!

So I may be slightly irritated today- but just slightly. . . I call days like these my "Kelly Clarkson Days" because all I want to do is listen to her CD and sing about the power of women and the stupidness of boys -- (to all those "male" figures that read my blog, don't take offense- I need a release and so I took it out on the male population.  I feel better if that counts for anything?)  And while I was singing my little heart out I cut snowflakes, lots and lots of snowflakes!  I made a snowflake mobil and then we put some of them on our wall. . . Now that is a funny story:

Funny Story:

So a few weeks ago, like the first of November we had a party.

We invited some of our neighbors over to eat food and well to make friends.

The party was a hit! (I have become quite the party thrower)

Anyhow we have a small hallway that leads to our kitchen. . 

The group of people were swarmed in the kitchen and this hallway.

One of our guests rested his foot up on the wall

and well to cut to the chase his foot went through our wall . . .

Mind you this was no little fellow, but a shoe size of 14 footed fellow.

Poor kid felt so bad, but luckily we have it mostly fixed.

(I made a video of the fixing processes that I still need to post- thanks for the help Sam.)

We now have a wall now, but it hasn't been textured or painted yet.

So to hide the uncoloredness of the wall we put snowflakes on it.

Good idea huh!  Thank you!