Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Now I get to spend the rest of my Christmas Eve with these wonderful people. .
May your Christmas be filled with JOY. Happy Holidays!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Any movie that involves a horse and is based on a true story is obviously a must-see. This movie is the definition of the word amazing and one of my very favorites. It is a little long, but totally action packed and you will probably tear up a bit too. Plus, Viggo Mortensen is the man.
I don't think it is possible for me to say enough positive things about this movie. I could watch it over and over, and I rarely watch movies more than once so that's saying a lot. I can try my very hardest not to cry the first ten minutes of the movie, but I still always do. Plus, it is pretty hilarious too. Probably one of the most random movies ever made. Just try explaining the plot to someone who hasn't seen it. I have tried, and I got weird looks. . . "It's about an old man that ties balloons to his house and floats away. There is a bird named Kevin. A dog named Doug. The dogs talk. An annoying but cute boy scout is there too."
3. The Dark Knight
I am fairly sure everyone knows about this movie, but I couldn't leave it off the list. This is another movie I could watch over and over. How many people get killed in this movie exactly? I don't know, but lots. And does the good guy win? Kinda, but he can't even be happy about winning. Plus, I love Heath Ledger, and I believe this is the movie that killed him.
4. P.S. I Love You
I am not a big "chick flick" fan, but this is not your average chick flick. I have heard multiple guys give this movie a thumbs up. It is deep and it doesn't portray a false image of love like other movies. It's the real deal. And Gerard Butler is basically the best thing ever.
I thought this movie was awesome. I was on the edge of my seat trying to figure out everything the whole time. I still do actually, and I've seen it multiple times.
6. The Princess and the Frog
This movie has me convinced that I MUST visit New Orleans before I die. The music in this is great too. I double love it.
7. The Guardian
Another long one but it is worth the watch. An amazing movie. In every single way.
8. Horton Hears a Who
Ha ha, I can't even explain to you how amusing I find this movie. The characters are great and there is some funny stuff. We are talking the voices of Jim Carey AND Steve Carell. How could you go wrong?
9. The Phantom of the Opera
I am a sucker for anything Phantom. Including the movie. It gives me chills. Every single time. And seriously, is there anything Gerard Butler can't do?!? Secret confession: In high school when my hair was curly, I wanted it to look just like Christine's.
That is one mad dad. This movie kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. So intense. But the daughter does really bother me. She is a brat who acts like a little girl. And she runs funny.
Bonus: I also love Coach Carter and Grease. Wish I could add them. There are plenty more I hold dear to my heart too.
If you couldn't tell, I really love action movies and cartoons. Weird combo, I know. Well, what are you waiting for? Go pop some popcorn already.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
See for yourself:
Yep, I ripped out the tape and ribbon and got busy. I believe I am finally finished with my Christmas shopping.
In the process of all the shopping, I may or may not have bought myself a couple things too.
I deserved it. I've had a stressful week. So I bought myself a book. And I can't control that all of Al's Nike brand stuff was 50% off. I also can't control that there were Nike spandex in neon colors. How could I resist?
Tis the season of giving. Can't I give to myself a bit?
So my question is what exactly is a group of humans called?
Well, I'm not sure what you call it, but all I know is I sure do like it.
I don't ever want to be the lone wolf. Or the buck deer that ends up getting shot at by one of those hunting obsessed Idaho boys. I like having people in my life. I need them. And, I hope, sometimes they need me too.
I might barely pass Math 1010. I am not afraid to admit that. Math is just not my strong point. Go ahead, judge me. If you do, I'll judge you for your spelling. I'll hate you every time you use the wrong your/you're or its/it's. However, I might have died this week if it weren't for my wolf pack. . .or whatever exactly they are called.
Oh yeah, my friends.
The day before my math final, I started getting sick. It was depressing. However, after I got home from studying that day, I found a note on my bedroom door from Shay. I love her. She went home but told me good luck on my math final and that I could do it. She also said if I needed ANYTHING to text her.
Later that night I studied more with BWell. I about had a nervous breakdown that night. Not a joke. Brian really helped me out that night. I finally got calmed down and went to sleep.
I woke up at 6 am the next morning since the cursed final started at 7:30. Not long after that, I found Brian Weller at my door. With breakfast. For me. Then he gave me a ride to campus in his nice, new truck. Complete with a seat warmer to keep my bottom cozy. When I got back hours later, I found this on my bed. . . .
This is totally off subject, but it totally bugs that Nabisco makes the packs say "Double Stuf" with only one f. Who does that? This is going to cause grade school kids everywhere to spell "stuff" incorrectly. So if you ever find yourself in the grocery store, and see that someone has added an extra f to all the packs of oreos with a marker. . .just know it was most likely me.
The oreos were from Brian though. The note basically said to relax, don't think about math anymore, and eat some oreos. It brightened my whole day.
I just wanted to brag for a moment about how I get to be surrounded by such cool people all the time. I guess it doesn't matter if I am horrible at math. Even though I can't factor and solve story problems, people still love me any ways. Is that neat or what?
I also can't wait to see the rest of my flock of family and friends over the break.
Humans rock. And so do animals.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Fact: These are not our oreos.
Another fact: Ours actually looked way better than these ones. Plus we made the frosting red. That is right, they were Christmas oreos!
The recipe we used was fairly easy. I will leave it at the end of the post for all you people with a sugar tooth problem. Don't be ashamed. I have that problem too. The only difficult part of making them was the mixing part.
The cookie mix is mostly cake mix and butter. Then there are some eggs. The eggs are the only bit of moisture involved in the recipe. Try mixing things together without much moisture. It is hard. Especially if you don't have an electric mixer. We have beaters, but no mixer. Shayla and I came to the conclusion that it got lost in the move after summer. Since both of us are cheap and do not want to purchase a new one, we are left with two beaters that sit in the drawer and do absolutely nothing. So there I was, mixing with a weak sauce spatula, my little arm wanting to fall off. I felt like I was getting no where. This is where the patience comes in. Or the lack there of. I threw the spatula in the sink and reached my hands right into the bowl (I washed my hands, they were germ free). I started massaging the ingredients together, feeling the chocolate gush between my fingers.
It. Felt. AWESOME.
Brian turned around and laughed at me. I kept massaging, mixing, and pounding until it was all stirred together. Then I realized my hands were covered with chocolate batter.
I told Brian to get it off but he refused. So I tried to rub it on his face. He dodged, grabbed my arm, and caused me to smear it across the kitchen cupboards. Oops. Don't fret, I wiped it up all sparkly clean.
I finally got the mixture off my hands, only to realize I had to put my hands back in the bowl to make the mix into little balls. On the bright side, there were two sticks of butter in the mixture, so my hands that were beat up from the winter cold got deeply moisturized. Woo hoo!
2 chocolate cake mixes
2 sticks of softened margarine
Mix all. Place 2 inch balls on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake 8 minutes at 350. Cool completely and sandwich 2 cookies with spread.
(Now for my favorite part. . .the spread)
For the cream cheese center spread:
1/4 cup margarine
2/3 (8 oz) pkg cream cheese
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 cup powdered sugar
First beat cream cheese smooth with egg beater then combine the rest.
Told ya. Easy.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I had told Brian of this Christmas party about a month in advance, and I think he was actually pretty excited to come with me. So last Saturday, the two of us ventured North for the festivities. The siblings take turns hosting the party, and this year it was my mommy's turn. She is so creative. She rented a Victorian style home to have a Christmas slumber party in. Brian and I went early to help her decorate the house to give it a Christmas feel.
When evening fell, people began showing up for the party. It was great visiting, chasing children, and eating until I wanted to tip over. Santa came too, and he gave me a bop-it. Thanks Santa. . .or should I say Grandma? We stayed up late laughing and watching Christmas movies. I even busted out my Christmas onesie pajamas. Everyone made fun of me and my pajamas, but I did not mind too much. They are great pajamas. Except they get pretty warm, and I have to make sure I use the bathroom before I put them on. If I have to go pee, it is a pain to have to undo a million buttons and take the whole suit off. Any ways. . .
I could go on forever about the party, but I will just give you my two top highlights.
First off, who doesn't love white elephant gifts? The adults and the four oldest grandkids always give white elephant gifts. It is a blast and always hilarious. My brother by far gave the best gift. What was it? Well, it was a live mouse. He found a furry, round mouse creature in our window well. After he caught it, he put it in a jar, put holes in the top, and wrapped it up carefully. He then wrote with marker things like "FRAGILE" and "This side up" to avoid any shaking up of the creature.
Obviously it was one of the first gifts picked out of the pile. Everyone was curious. Except for those of us who knew what it was. We were just thrilled. I wish I would have recorded it or at least taken a picture, but just know it couldn't have been more perfect. Angie carefully opened it, asking Jace the whole time what it was (she was nervous). Then she slowly pulled the jar out. The mouse was standing on its hind legs, waving its head around, going crazy. Everyone screamed and roared with laughter. Later my aunt Amy (one of the loudest screamers) told us, "I wasn't scared. I just screamed to make it more fun."
Yeah right, Amy.
The gift I ended up with were these two odd cat sculptures. I am still not sure what they are exactly. Amy claimed it was a netty pot, but my grandma argued it was not. My grandma thought one was a tea pot and the other a sugar pot. I don't know what they are, but I found use for them. Here is a picture:
The other highlight would be the more spiritual side of the party. Each family chose something they wanted to do, whether it was donating money to a certain hospital, or helping a family, or gathering books for kids without them, then everyone talked about their experiences. After that, my grandpa read the Christmas story out of the bible. My grandma and dad also said some heartfelt things. By this time I was already choking up, and I was suppose to sing. Brian and I had prepared two songs. He played the guitar and we sang together. Music is so powerful. Especially when you are the one singing, bringing the words to life. I felt so much love for my family at that moment. When we finished, the kids all sang some of their favorite Christmas carols along to the guitar. It was a great time.
Christmas is wonderful. I can't say it enough. There is a song about Christmas that says, "Just for one day, we all came together. We showed the whole world that we know how to love." Everyone gets a little kinder around Christmas. So here is to Christmas and to love. Let's try to act a little more like it's the Christmas season always.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I hope this is half as funny as I actually think it is. . .because I find it hilarious.
Everyone, meet Chloe Ann Keller. My baby sister. As you can see, I am gonna have so much dirt on this child when she begins dating boys. Not only am I providing you all comic relief, but I am making a child's Christmas wish come true.
You see, my brother, Jace, told me an amusing story tonight.
Apparently, Chloe was making a Christmas wish list recently. She was working hard on this list, writing her deepest desires on that piece of paper. When she had finished, Jace was curious, so he took a peek at the list. He told me on the list were typical things an 8 year old girl would ask Santa for. However, something on her list had been scribbled out. Like any curious person would be, Jace wanted to decipher what Chloe had scribbled out. The reason unknown. Jace could still see pretty clearly what Chloe had written down. Chloe's scribbled out request for Santa was
. . . ."to be the funniest person in the world."
You got it Chlo-Jo. I'm letting everyone know that you are the funniest person out there.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Day 30: Who are you?
I am Kelsey Marie Keller.
I am a girl who is growing up and learning every passing day.
I am a free spirit.
People have made claim that I am a hippie.
I am pleased by simple things.
I am a daughter. An oldest daughter.
I am a friend.
I am an athlete.
I am a student.
I am an American.
I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
I am a writer.
I look like a troll after I sleep on my hair wet.
I am a selfish person sometimes.
I am impatient.
I am eccentric.
I am an animal lover
I can be a loud, life-of-the-party type person.
I can be a shy recluse that wants to read a book in my bed.
I am an optimist.
I am a seeker of adventure.
I am a discoverer of happiness.
I am bold.
I am a believer.
I am a dreamer.
I am also a doer.
That is who I am. Well, a taste.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I have learned
How to nurture love and let it grow. How valuable time is. Whether my day is
good or bad is up to me. Homemade oreos are easy to make. My Savior is always
watching out for me. Sleep is necessary. I have wonderful people in my
life that love me very much. Challenges are only as hard as I make them. It is
perfectly fine to relax and do homework on weekends once in a while. People change. Life is much less stressful
when I do not procrastinate. How to knit, a little, and I will learn more over Christmas break. Leg
warmers under boots do wonders. I miss the ducks at First Dam.
Life rarely goes as planned. What others think is really not important.
Communicating is key. Materialistic things do not determine my
happiness one bit. Lotion is important in the winter.
Life goes on. Life is good.
I love the life which is mine.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I have seriously changed so much in the past year. I believe it is a change for the better. I can honestly say, I am more in tune with myself and happy than ever before.
When I was in high school, I was happy. But I was sheltered, and a little arrogant at times. I will admit that I was very selfish. I was immature. I think I have grown up since then. Last year actually taught me how to grow up in many ways.
I came to Utah State University, thinking classes would be a breeze and that I would go out on all kinds of dates with cute, older men. I was on the track team, thinking it would be fun and I would love it. Well, what I thought would happen did not happen. I came to school and realized that I was just one girl out of thousands of other girls. I felt pretty pathetic. I came from Weston, ID thinking I was all that and a bag of chips, to a place where no one knew me or cared. Track was not fun. It was hard. I loved working out, but it was hard realizing I was not the athlete I thought I was. It was also hard being around people that did not always have the same standards as me.
I found myself drowning in hours of school work and track practice. I began to not care about myself as much as I had in the past. I quit getting ready. I always wore gym clothes. I was not outgoing. I ate hot pockets for dinner just about every night. I put on twenty pounds. Not of fat. . .I think most of it was muscle. For some reason, I bulked up a lot. I guess when you get in 40 hours of working out a week, that happens. Plus, I started eating double of what I use to. . .and I have always ate a lot. My cute pants did not fit over my legs anymore, so I mostly stuck to sweats. I felt sad.
I went home every single weekend. Not that home is bad. But I think it is unhealthy for a kid trying to get out on their own to run back home whenever they feel afraid or lonely. The weekends flew by, and I always dreaded going back to school on Monday, though I never told anyone that.
As time passed on, I wanted more and more to find myself. I just did not know how. I felt trapped. I found some boys to distract me, but that is all they were. . .distractions.
When indoor track season started in January, I was scared to death. I had never been scared when competing in a sport. Never. I found myself going to Boise almost every weekend for meets. I now hate that drive with a passion, by the way. I false started in a hurdle race. The first and only time I ever false started. It was the absolute worst feeling ever. I have never felt so awful. I would rather come in last place by two seconds than not get to run and wonder "what if". I walked off the track, my eyes burning. I rushed into the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and sobbed as quietly as I could. After false starting, I went back to track practice, determined to prove myself. I pushed myself in practice, doing better than many of the other girls. But no one seemed to notice or care. I didn't have a scholarship. I was a walk-on. A no one. I was so tired of being a no one. Later that month, at a meet in Boise, I called my mom up from my hotel room. I was in the room alone. I just wanted to hear my mom's voice. I told her I hated track. She tried to comfort me and I got mad. I always get mad right before I know I am going to cry. I tried choking the tears back, but they still came.
At the end of January, Brian happened. I found out he thought I was cute, so I figured maybe he could be another distraction. He was more than that though. We really connected. He planned fun dates. He spent money on me. Boys spent money on me in high school, but after coming to college, the only thing a boy had purchased for me was a dollar taco. I had been worth a lousy dollar taco. Brian acted like I was worth a lot more though. Weeks passed by and finally we had our first kiss. It was. . .awesome. The next night, I kissed one of my distraction boys, and I knew I was being an idiot. I told distraction boy I didn't want him anymore. From there on out, it was all Brian Weller.
I started doing things with friends more. I started getting dressed in the mornings. I started caring about other people, and I started caring about myself. I started taking risks. I walked into 'Dollar Cuts' one Saturday and chopped all my hair off, and it was so liberating. I finished track season, and made a firm decision that I was done with track for good. I began to notice all the simple, wonderful things in life.
Now it is a new year. I am almost twenty years old. Goodbye teenage years. Last year, I was a girl and now, I am a woman. I plan fun things with friends, I go places, I do things. I am excited to wake up in the morning and live the day, whereas I use to dread waking up. I know what I want in life; last year I was clueless. Oh, and my cute pants that didn't fit last year. . . .they are a bit baggy now.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
"The Sanguine temperament personality is fairly extroverted. People of a sanguine
temperament tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be
quite loud. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some
alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean very
sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally
struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and
tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when pursuing a
new hobby, interest is lost quickly when it ceases to be engaging or fun. They
are very much people persons. They are talkative and not shy. For some people,
these are the ones you want to be friends with and usually they become life long
Actually, when I get bored somewhere, I will play the game of looking through my purse to see what is in it. I will play that now, and let you know what I discover as I look.
- My wallet is of course present. It is dark brown with a heart lock on it. It is also bulging with things.
- My camera. I can't go anywhere without it. I also have my camera charger. . .just in case.
- A deck of cards. I have to practice my gambling; a little over a year until I am 21.
- One of my headbands I made. I should take that out before it breaks.
- Black raspberry vanilla lotion. It smells incredible. I give all my thanks to Aubrie Waldron for giving it to me.
- Countless copies of receipts.
- A list of phone numbers from work.
- My ticket to Lagoon from the summer time.
- Chopstick holders. They help me cheat at using chopsticks since I can't do it on my own.
- My Big Blue coupon book. Thanks Utah State University.
- A coupon for Aeropostale that has expired. Darn it.
- My car keys. Which have a million key chains on them since I lose them all the time (another Sanguine trait).
- Toothpaste. Don't ask me why, because there isn't a toothbrush in here.
- Lip glosses. A girl's best friend. The two in here are both almost gone though.
- Batteries. I think they are dead though.
- A tampon. Let's get real, I am a girl and I have to be prepared for those horrible girly happenings.
- A string and a button
- An old grocery list
- My worry rock. It is a super smooth, perfect rock I found in the river bed by Brian's house. Whenever I start getting worried or stressed, I hold this rock and rub it with my thumb. It is the same sort of idea as those stress balls that you are suppose to squeeze. Imagine a kid with asthma that has to pull their inhaler out quite often. That's how me and my worry rock are. I have in fact, took it to class with me on days of tests and rubbed it while I do the test.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Where do I begin?
When I was a little girl, I remember my grandma Reeder always telling me something that has stuck with me my whole life.
"Weird is wonderful."
I guarantee you I will someday have a sign hanging in my house that will say this. I will even put her name on it so I will be quoting her.
I am not sure if she constantly told me this to make me feel better about my weird self or if she really meant it. Maybe a little of both, but I am quite sure she really meant it. She would always tell me growing up, that anyone can be normal. Normal people are boring. It is the weird people that are interesting. They are the ones you want to be around. I took this to heart. I began embracing everything that was different about me.
When I got to be in middle school, I felt a little insecure at times about my weird, wonderful self. Because truth is, I am a little different. I realize I am a little goofy compared to most people. I like being goofy, but sometimes I feel like I have a hard time relating with people. I have never had a hard time being social, but I have a hard time really opening up to people and letting them be my friend. I figure that maybe people wouldn't understand some things about me and would judge me.
I have never once stopped from being myself though. So I guess what makes me the most different from other people, is that I like being different. I don't try to fit in. I want to stand out. I am not afraid to walk to the beat of my own drum, even if I am walking alone sometimes. . .and getting weird looks from everyone else. I will do outrageous things to my hair, I will wear things that other people don't wear, I will say things I think are funny that make no sense to anyone else. I try to step back and look at the world in my own unique way. I have made my own self-discovery that weird really is wonderful. Honestly, I think everyone is a little weird. Most people just fight off their weirdness. They try to hide it with a bunch of fake normality. So take my grandma's word, and my word too:
Weird is wonderful. :)