How "they" think. . .

I posted this because:

It is funny.

Tami and I had lovely conversations about men's brains.

It is funny.

Proof are complicated and men have an empty place.

And to me that is funny.

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!

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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! (:

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! (:

you can call me. . . . Dr. Mason

My husband is going to have to like to play pretend.

I like to play pretend.

. . . . . 

Yesterday I was a doctor

for this guy

His name is Eric.

He is a J3 boy.

He kind of screwed up his ankle. . .

or so we thought.

It looked bad.

I suggested Redmond clay

Yes, small town remedies

it works.

I found some from a few friends that I have up here.

(thanks Wendy and Kelby)

I made putty 

and wrapped Eric's Leg in it.

My friends claimed that my hick-ness was showing through

and I guess in a way it was.

Today Eric went to the doctor

After much persuasion . . . 

of course!

And this happened.

Yep it is broken.

It is gross.

I may or may not have pulled out some of Eric's

leg hair while he was sitting 

helplessly elevating his leg last night.

Get well soon Eric! (:

Stay Tuned:  Eric will probably tell the whole GROSS story of the event on his blog . . . No promises, but I am sure he will find time to do it. . . just a thought.

My Poor Husband.

The man I marry is going to have to be a gem.

Yep.  He is going to have to put up with me. . . 

He will have to be:

Patient

Easy-going

Optimistic

Responsible

Silly

Cuddly

Enthusiastic 

Creative

Kitchen Friendly

Clean

Generous

Grateful

Romantic

Just to name a few things, not a big deal right-

Basically he is just going to be perfect

ESPECIALLY in my eyes!

Dear Husband,

I know you are out there somewhere being simply amazing!  Don't forget me in all your doings!

Lately I have been kinda crazy- The most common phrase from my mouth is, "My Poor Husband". . . Why you may ask?  Well I nearly burnt down the kitchen house, I have planned out our first anniversary, I sleep with lots and lots of pillows,  I always fall asleep during car rides . . . and the list goes on!  

Hey babe, where ever you are- I love you (:

Simply yours,

Kelsie 

that is how it is suppose to happen right?

Valentine's is Monday- whowa!  

Where did the tradition of Valentine's Day come from anyway?

Two years ago.

I have been reflecting on the past two years lately, mainly because a dear friend of mine left on his mission two years ago- and well he comes home tomorrow.

I once heard that a mission was like popsicles.

The first one like the first year is hard and goes by slow,

and the second melts away quickly passing by!

I believe this.

It all started when I was about nine years old . . .

NO this isn't one of those "puppy loves" stories.

I had started taking piano and my classes were right after school.  So on every Monday, or Wednesday, or whenever it was I would get off the bus at my teachers stop.  That was the same bus stop Shane got off of, after all they were neighbors.  My piano teachers son, Adam, was Shane's best friend and so the two of them would cut through Shane's yard to get to Adam's house while I walked all the way around the block! This went on for about two months then one day Shane yelled over at me and said, "Hey if you want to you can cut through my yard!"- I looked up, and kept walking not giving them any acknowledgement or anything!

Give me a break I was in like second grade and these

two fourth grade BOYS were talking to me. . . 

What was I suppose to do?

Many years later- I was a freshman in high school, and well to be quite blunt I was boy crazy!  I think most freshman girls are. . . 

All year long my group of girl friends and I all had a crush on a boy named Justin, one of Shane's friends!  O we all thought he was so gorgeous and every time he would walk down the hall we gawked over him!  Sometime he would smile in our direction and we would always get really gitty!  On the down side Justin had a girlfriend. . . 

Freshman year was almost over- it was about March, maybe April when band tour rolled around.

Now I'm sure you have all heard the saying,

"What happens at band tour stays at band tour."

But this is the exception.

Where I went to school band was huge, everyone was apart of it, because well we rocked- and band tour was always the trip of the year.  All of my friends were in band along with Justin and all of his friends, which if you have already forgotten includes Shane!  My friends and I had made a plan, a plan to get Justin to leave his girl friend and fall for one of us.

A silly, childish plan I must admit, but we were serious!

It is really funny to think about now.

Now I had talked to Shane maybe a few times before the trip.  He had always referred to me as "Denton's little sister" because he could never really remember my name- it always frustrated me when people called me "D's little sister" I don't know why. . .  But to be honest I sometimes forgot Shane's name and had to say his last name to remember his first name- if that makes any sense at all, but it worked.

When we first made it to St. George, that is where band tour was that year we all got off the bus and went swimming!  Ah! one of my most favorite things!  Shane and Rae, another one of Shane's friends, had asked if we wanted to come and we agreed knowing that Justin would be there.  It was long after dunking each other that I realized that I didn't really care for Justin as much as I had thought. . . Shane on the other hand! (:

I was with him the rest of the trip. . . except for when he went to the movies- I didn't think I should go because I wasn't sixteen yet and if I went everyone would have been paired off.  Before leaving our hotel the last day he had picked me a rose and gave it to me as we got on the bus!  I never forgot his name after that!

Now for some of the things I remember most about our time together:

1. Shane was my first date- he had reserved the night of my birthday almost six months in advance!  That is a lot of waiting for a fifteen turning sixteen year old!  I think I was more excited to go on my first date than to drive, everyone knew it too!  Waiting for Shane to come to the door that night was like waiting to run upstairs after Santa Clause came on Christmas morning- I was anxiously sick!
2. Shane opened every door for me!  One time he had opened the door and teasing me went to close it again- I didn't notice and walked right into the side of the door- Shane felt so bad the rest of the day!
3. One time I took Shane to my grandma's we built puzzles and Grandma fed us Chicken Pot Pie- my grandma has loved him ever since!  She tells me that she likes the way he looks at me.
4. Most of the time Shane and I spent together was just talking we talked a lot.  He would come over and visit and we would talk until curfew, or until his parents called him home.  Sometimes we would even go dance on my front lawn.
5. Because Shane washed cars for his dad's car lot he would always offer to help wash mine!  We had record timing too when it came to a quick clean!
6. Shane and I would text from the time he got up until the time I fell asleep- He would always stay up later than me. . . which is really late because if anyone knows the family I come from we are night owls!
7. Shane used to drive past the pool when I was at work and bring me sourpatch watermelons!

When Shane left on his mission I was so lonely- I missed him almost everyday, even though I didn't cry when we said goodbye. . in fact I didn't cry until the next night when his dad brought me a letter that Shane had wrote for me.

Now that he is almost home I am about scared sick!  Some of you may not understand. . . I don't even understand myself-  But it is true and when I think about it I go into like anxiety attacks!  

An example of an anxiety attack for me would be:

Breaking out in tears during the fireside on Sunday!

I have lots of anxiety right now!

SO MUCH IS CHANGING!

I don't know what to expect and I think that is why I'm the most nervous- It isn't going to be the same as when he just left. .  . I know that- for goodness sakes we are two different people now.  Both of us have grown so much!  I am very anxious though-

Goodbyes.

August this year has been a month of lasts and goodbyes- I honestly haven't enjoyed it one bit.
Most of my friends have already moved away, and I'm left here to work, and to think. . . and thinking causes me anxiety- anxiety causes me to get sick and to breakout.  I'm in a no win situation.
Last night I said goodbye to Deven-
A quick background about Deven:
We met at the Regional Stake Conference Dance June 2009- (he had a girlfriend haha!)

I saw him at the pool with his girlfriend, but didn't realize it was him until after he left.

I didn't talk to him again until November that same year when he added me on Facebook.
Our first date was December 16- he sang with the choir during the Forgotten Carols, I was there with my family watching, then after he picked me up.

I got home around one thirty in the morning- way past curfew, and it was a school night. . .

I think I was on time for curfew maybe once since I went with him - oops! (:

From then on we became the dearest friends.  

Funny small fact:  I thought he had a crush on my friend Chevia!  haha- 

This was before I really knew him so I didn't really care.

I recently just told him and he laughed his guts out!  He thought I was kidding!

Deven and I could be silly- crazy and wild with all the works!  

We could tease each other to no end and get caught up in playing pretend.

BUT we could also be serious together.

Dev and I could have spiritual conversations and tell each other the ramblings of our thoughts.

We prayed together countless times.

. . . . And last night we sad goodbye.

As of right now Deven is driving to the land of far away to go to school.

The land of far away is UVU.

USU is the land of far far away.

UVU is the halfway point between my home and my USU.

I am a bawl-baby, but most people don't know that.

I don't cry in front of people, I won't let myself- and I ESPECIALLY don't cry over boys!

And then last night happened. . . 

I cried in Deven's arms, he cried too, but don't hold that against him.

He made me the most beautiful picture frame with all the pictures he has taken of us.

Deven is an amazing photographer!

The picture frame is beautiful!  It is a wooden heart that he put so much planning and hard work into!!! Did I mention it is beautiful and that I love it?

We prayed with each other last night.

He gave me a hug, a kiss, and then he was gone.

I cried.

I felt like a little girl again crying to my mommy.

I have only cried over two boys- I hate saying goodbye.

I told myself not to fall for Deven because I knew sooner or later I would have to say goodbye.

I believe everyone we meet we meet for a reason.

I believe that the Lord puts people in our lives to help sculpt us into the tools he needs.

I will never forget Deven, or all the things he made me love.

I dried my tears and got ready for bed.

I put my retainer in and I put a face mask on my face to help with the break out.

Looked through the photo album and at the frame one more time.

Then I fell asleep.

I woke up this morning being kissed on the cheek!

I figured I was dreaming- I have vivid dreams.

I wasn't!  

It was Deven!

We had made a bet a long time ago that he would never be 
able to wake me up because I was always up before him.

He told me good morning and that he just had to see me one more time before he left! 

this is the "Awwwe" moment!

He was only here for maybe one minute and then he was gone-

I loved it!

I didn't even care that I had a face mask on and my retainer in-

I was just glad to see him again.