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. :)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Brian Weller makes me happy. I obviously look pretty jolly in this picture.
Good hair days make me happy!
Small, cuddly creatures make me happy.
Wrestling makes me happy. Playful wrestling where I don't hurt the other person. It is good bonding, plus you burn calories. See pictures below:
Working out makes me happy!
My friends and family make me happy.
Fireworks make me happy!
And last of all, it makes me happy when YOU view my blog! So thanks!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
In high school, my friends use to always say I would be the first girl in our group to get married. I do not know whether they said this because they believed it, or just because they wanted to watch me throw a fit. I would get so mad every time anyone would say something like, "You are going to get married right after you graduate." Hearing this only motivated me to hit someone. So I became an enemy against marriage. I decided it was evil. Every time I heard someone lecturing us about how we were suppose to not put off getting married, I wanted to tell them to gag me.
I will get married when I want to get married.
Maybe I won't get married at all.
So I started saying I was never going to get married. I was in denial. I know deep down that I will get married. And I will admit, I want to get married. But it is something I do not want to rush into. I feel like too many people rush into it just because they think they are suppose to. Well, not me. I look up to Audrey Hepburn. I think she is gorgeous inside and out. And I love this quote from her:
"If I get married, I want to be very married."
When I am married, I want to be very married. Totally in love and excited for life with that other person. There are too many divorces nowadays, and I do not want to fall victim to it.
The man I marry will have a sense of humor. We have to be able to laugh about things. He has to be able to put up with my weird-self. Not just put up with it, but appreciate that I am a little odd. I want him to think I am funny, and I will think he is the funniest man alive as well. He will have a wild sense of adventure. I do not want to waste my life away just going through the motions. I want to experience things. I don't even have to experience big things. But the simple, every day things. I want to randomly sing karaoke with him at a restaurant, I want to start a food fight with him in our kitchen. Basically, he has to be fun and take on life in a big way. He will be a provider. This is important. I do not want some lazy man that can't hold a job. I want a man that works hard and likes to work. In return, I will work hard for him. He will love God. I want my husband to have a strong relationship with his Father in Heaven and Savior. I feel this is essential to us having a happy family. He will be patient. I need someone that will be patient with me and all my many flaws. He will love cuddling. If he doesn't love cuddling, that would be a bad situation. He needs to allow me to maul him, and he will maul me back. He will think I am beautiful even when I am having one of those days when I wear things that do not match. And he will especially appreciate it when I look dang good. He will be good with kids. Since we will be having fifty of them. Totally kidding. I do not want fifty kids. Especially after my lesson on childbearing in my Family and Marriage Relations class. Ick. But I still want kids, and we have to be fun parents. He will be creative because I am creative, and I don't think I could handle living all of forever with a complete dud. He will not be afraid to get his hands dirty. If he is a man, he will do man's work. He has to be able to take care of me, work with tools, build fires, and other manly things. He will protect me and make me feel safe. I want to feel comfort every time I hear his voice or feel his arms around me. He will be slightly off-colored about things. Maybe that is a bad thing to want in a husband, but I really do not want some perfect Peter Priesthood guy. I can't live my life afraid of not being perfect for my husband. If he swears once in a while and tells a slightly dirty joke on occasion, then I will know my world is alright. He will play me songs on his guitar. Ahem. He will be honest in everything he does. If he is not honest with others, how can I trust him to be honest with me? He will sincerely care about other people. I want a caring husband, someone who is good with people and makes them feel special. He will be my best friend. My pal.
After we had cell service, Brian and I both called our parents, informing them we would be a bit late to dinner since we rolled into the river. We got back to my apartment. I combed the glass out of my now frizzy hair and put a headband on. I also changed my wet socks and boots into dry ones. Then we were off. Our parents were a little freaked out I think, but a steak dinner was just what I needed. It was comforting to fall into my mom and dad's arms as well.
I am proud of myself that I didn't shed a single tear during this whole ordeal. But mostly I am grateful. I have much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. I am so happy I am here today. A little sore and tired, but still here and well. It really is a miracle that Brian and I are both fine. I am grateful that Brian had such good control and composure, for my sake. I am grateful for seatbelts. I am grateful for helpful people. I am grateful for police officers. I am grateful for snow tires. I am grateful for my parents. I am grateful for medium rare steak. I am grateful to my Heavenly Father for watching out for us.
I will never drive up the canyon ever again during a snow storm. I will also never again take things for granted. Okay, I probably will because I am not perfect. But I will try and remind myself of how valuable life is. How short it is. How quickly it can be taken away from you. I want to live every minute like it could be my last, because you never know what will happen. And when the moment comes that life is over for me, I want to know that I have lived life well. Let's just hope that moment does not come for me in a very, very, VERY long time.
Happy Thanksgiving week and count your many blessings!
A picture of us after the wreck. Just to let everyone know we are doing great. The sad part is that Brian is kinda faking this freaked out face and I am attempting to mask my shock with this pathetic smile. Don't mind my frizzy, crazy hair. Remember, my head got dunked in the river a little bit.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Oh, me and some of the nicknames I have been given. The majority of my nicknames are just plain ridiculous to be honest. Here are a few of them I have been given throughout my lifetime:
Fat Butt. This was given to me by my Grandpa Steve Reeder. I think he started calling me this because he had called my aunt Amy the same thing when she was little. Everyone has always thought Amy and I looked a lot alike. We did look the same as younger girls, except her hair was blonde. So I guess since I reminded him of Amy, he would try calling me "Fat Butt" as well. Apparently it had made Amy really mad when she got called this. It had the opposite affect on me. For some reason, I loved it when my grandpa called me Fat Butt. Weird, I know. I always have kinda liked it though when people tease me, so maybe I figured by him teasing me, he was really saying, "I love you". The ironic part about this nickname is that I was not a fat child. My fat butt did not exist. I was actually known for having a very bony butt. I never was able to sit on anyone's lap for very long before they complained about my tailbone digging into them. Thanks any ways, Grandpa. Maybe someday I will earn the right to this nickname.
Crazy. In middle school, my volleyball number was 8. I loved the number 8, it was my favorite. So pretty soon the team started calling me Crazy 8. Which later shortened down to just Crazy. I still remember going up to serve and hearing my teammates yell, "Go Crazy!" Ha ha.
Kels. It is easier to say than Kelsey I guess? But I really like it when people close to me call me Kels sometimes. I find it endearing. Strange, I know. My girl friends called me Kels a lot, but more so my guy friends. So I guess it makes me think of my guy friends that were always so protective of me. I love them :). My guy friends rarely called me Kelsey. It was always just Kels.
Wolf Pup #1. Another nickname from Grandpa Steve. That man is all about nicknames. After he got so many grandkids, he started referring to us as his wolf pups. Pretty soon, he gave us each a wolf pup number. Since I am the first and oldest grandkid, I earned the right to #1.
Krispy Killer. Talk about a goofy nickname. It has kinda stuck though with all girls I played high school sports with. Usually they just call me Krispy though. Let me tell you how this nickname came about. First, the Killer part. I don't know if people did it to be funny, or if the name Keller was really that difficult for people to pronounce. But at all our away games when they would announce the starting line-up, I was usually announced as Kelsey Killer. It happened all the time in basketball especially. I am starting to think that Coach Line probably thought it was funny after it happened once so he changed my name on the roster. He would do something like that. Then the Krispy part. A kid at a different school seriously thought my name was Krispy. He thought it was so cool that my name was Krispy. But no, it is really just Kelsey. Sorry. The basketball team found this very funny, so I instantly became Krispy. Krispy Killer.
Angel. I have always been my daddy's angel. So this is my nickname from him.
K Squared/ K2. I think this nickname is pretty cool. Brian gave it to me. When we were first dating and getting to know each other, he started calling me K Squared, since my initials are KK. It became his little pet name for me. I remember I had been out of town at a track meet the weekend of Valentine's Day. When I got to my apartment door, there was a gift bag on the door knob. On the bag was an envelope with a huge K2 sketched on the front. I jumped with excitement, knowing it was from Brian.
That's all. :)
Friday, November 19, 2010
- Have a family. The more and more I think about it, the more excited I get about one day being a mom. I do not know how I will do at raising children, but it will be an advenutre. And I don't plan on having children for another good ten years. . .or five. Well, I'll just focus on finding a Mr. first before I worry about the kid part.
- Adopt. I want to adopt REALLY bad! Believe me, if you ever went to another country and spent two weeks with beautiful orphan children, you would be determined to give them a home too.
- Get married in the temple to my best friend in the whole wide world.
- Get an internship the summer of 2012 at a news station in SLC.
- Graduate from USU in December of 2012
- Move out of Utah/Idaho. Even just for a little bit. I would love to end up back here though. When I start popping out kids.
- Travel. I would love to travel the world. I have done a bit of traveling in my short lifetime, and I absolutely love it. If I had lots of money, I'd rather live in a small house and use most of my money to go places and experience things. A few of the places I dream of going are: Thailand, Greece, India, Denmark, Germany, South America, the South in this country, Australia, and all over the continent of Africa. I realize I probably will not make it to all these places. But a girl can dream, right?
- Be a reporter or anchor for a news station. I am not sure that I want to work my whole life, but I would love to work in my field of study even if it is not for a way long time. I just feel so passionate about what I am learning right now, and I want to use what I am learning.
- Write a book. I have always wanted to do this, but always decided it was too much time and work that might be wasted if it never gets published. I have decided though, that even if I do not actually get published, it won't matter. I will still have wrote a book. So I am going to try.
- Fix up an old home. My dream home would be the old victorian farm home style. I think it would be an awesome journey to actually live in an old home and fix it up. I want to decorate with antiques and quilts and things. I just want it to have that cozy home feel.
- I want to scuba dive really bad.
- I would absolutley adore being able to be an actual spectator at the summer olympics. The summer olympics are one of my favorite things that make it on television. Seriously, I become a couch potato when the summer olympics come on. I am a little bit of a sports fanatic, but it's more than just that. I love hearing the athletes' stories. I love the history of the olympics themselves. I also love learning about the history and culture of the place that hosts the olympics. I can be kind of a history nerd sometimes.
- I want to go to the Kentucky Derby, wear a big fancy hat, and act important.
The list could go on and on, but I believe I will stop here. I love having dreams. I just think it is sad that so many people have dreams but then never really pursue them. I hope I can always motivate myself to pursue them. Thanks for reading and happy weekend!!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Days at the Mexican Bus. Mexican sodas and cake. Yum. What do you say we go to Mexico someday and drink soda and eat cake there? You in?
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Yep, I was pretty stoked about my new cool hair beads. I will be sad when it falls out. I have these two nifty charms on the end. The blue charm has a bird sitting on a branch. Then I have the "K" charm to stand for Kelsey. Or Keller. Whichever.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Day 15: Put your iPod on shuffle. . . First 10 songs that play.
I will now have Little Miss Blue (that is the name of my iPod, and yes I do name my belongings) play her little heart out.
1. The Great Escape by: Boys Like Girls
How much do I absolutely adore this song? A lot. I think of easier times. Not that they were better. Just easier. So carefree. Back in a town where everyone knew everyone, and where the possibilties were endless. I think of weekend nights reeking havoc with the girls. And yes, we did reek havoc. Oh, the stories of stupidity and pranks we pulled that I have to tell. This is my favorite part of the song: "Tonight will change our lives. It's so good to be by your side. We'll cry. We won't give up the fight. We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs, and they'll think it's just cuz we're young. We'll feel so alive." Oh how I love that. I hope my whole life I will scream loud at the top of my lungs, letting everyone know I am young at heart and alive.
2. Hello Mr. Heartache by: Dixie Chicks
So I totally love the Dixie Chicks. I think basically because I loved them as a little girl. So I remember myself being little again. I see a little girl with long, wavy brown hair, riding in the tractor with Grandpa Steve, my skin completely baked to a dark brown by the summer sun.
3. With Me by: Sum 41
I adore this song and I adore Sum 41. This could possibly be one of my most favorite cliche love songs ever! Catherine and I wanted it for our Senior Prom song SO bad. . .but for the first time in our lives we actually did not get our way. It is alright, Sum 41. You still rock in my book. "In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies." It is funny how correct this statement is. Especially when it comes to love.
4. Check Yes Juliet by: We the Kings
I think most people know and love this song. It is about running away with the person you love, even if everyone else has a different plan for you. Because who cares about the plan when you are in love, right? This song is fun. "Run, baby, run. Don't ever look back."
5. 99 Red Balloons by: Goldfinger
Oh yes, I have not listened to this song in forever! But it is great! This song instantly puts me in a good mood. So many times after listening to it, I have been tempted to go and buy 99 red balloons and just let them go. Most likely walk out onto the dock of a lake, when the sun is setting, and let them go. And I'll be wearing a sundress. . .because it will be summer time. I want to do it. I think it would feel liberating. I want to experience exactly what this song is singing about. I really am going to do it. Let 99 red balloons go before I die. Maybe even next summer if I feel like it. "99 dreams I have had. Every one a red balloon."
6. Here Comes the Sun by: The Beatles
Whenever I hear this song, I think of my wonderful high school English teacher. We had a discussion about this very song before class one time. He loved the Beatles and so did I. We loved a lot of the same things. He was a retired hippie. He actually called me his "flower child" and I was quite fond of it. This is his very favorite Beatles song, written by George Harrison I believe. It is a song about being optimistic. "Here comes the sun, doo, doo, doo, doo. ."
7. Fix You by: Coldplay
I feel like Coldplay is the mastermind behind some of the most moving songs ever. This song moves me every time I hear it. Just listen to the very start of the song. . ."When you try your best but you don't succeed. When you get what you want but not what you need. When you feel so tired but you can't sleep. Stuck in reverse. And the tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can't replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste. Could it be worse? Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you."
Yep, that's moving stuff right there. I totally relate with this song. There have been countless times that I have been the one that needs to feel my bones ignite, and probably more times that I have tried to do the igniting. I have this disease where I think I need to fix people. When they are hurting, I put myself through their hurt and try to mend them. I think that is a major reason I love this song so much.
8. The Way I Am by:Ingrid Michaelson
I might possibly want to sing this song to my husband at our wedding. Whenever that day comes. I'll play the tambourine and all. It reminds me of myself a little. It is a happy and kind of weird song. Just like me. A happy and weird person. "If you are chilly, here take my sweater. Your head is aching, I'll make it better. Cuz I love the way you call me, 'baby'. And you take me the way I am."
9. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
I have always been a fan of the Goo Goo Dolls. I know this is silly, but whenever I hear this song, I am taken back to the first night I hung out with Brian. Mostly because it was playing on my mix cd when Brian arrived at my apartment. I remember not knowing what to expect. I did not know what I wanted. I had no clue what he wanted. For some strange reason, I did not take time to put make-up on. All I wore on my face was lip gloss. I did not take an hour to get ready for our date like I did for most other dates. And I have no idea why. Because I wanted to impress him. But maybe I was just ready to be myself more than be ready to impress. He was the first boy ever that I was able to completely be myself with. And I was from the very start, even though I sometimes tried hard to strategize and play games like I had in the past. Just like the song says, "I don't want the world to see me, because I don't think that they'd understand. When everything is meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." How very ironic that these are the lyrics that were blasting the very first time Brian sat on my couch, waiting for me to unplug my cd player.
10. High by: James Blunt
This may just be my favorite James Blunt song. It makes me imagine myself an older Kelsey. Waking up early, in the wee hours of the morning, with my husband. We will put our robes on and we look out the window at the sun peaking over the horizon at us. . .and it warms up my whole soul and makes me feel high. Our kids are grown ups by this time. Yes, when I said older Kelsey I meant old. Like grandma old. And I am happy. "Promise me tomorrow starts with you getting high. Beautiful dawn."
Wow, that was so much fun. Sorry for going into detail on each song, but this was a much needed break from homework.
Monday, November 15, 2010
I am a little bit sad because we just got family pictures taken a few weeks ago. With my luck, we will get them back later this week or something. So I will have to use an older picture. . .but as soon as I can, I will get some of our new beautiful pictures up. She is editing them right now. If you want some excellent pictures taken then check out Melanie's blog. She is great!
We all look pretty different since this was taken. I was a senior in high school. The only person that looks exactly the same is my dad. My mom is a tiny, little skinny girl now. My sisters are a bit bigger. And Jace looks way different. He looks like a little boy in this picture. Now he is a man with a deep voice and he actually thinks he can beat me up (he can't). Jace actually hates this picture because I am squishing his face in it. Muahahaha. . .
I love my family so much. My extended family too. I feel so very blessed to have the wonderful relationships I do with family members. I feel happy to say that my parents are some of the first people I go to for advice. I think it is special how close I am with my extended family as well. In high school, my aunts were always there for me to give me advice with boys or sports. My grandparents came to all my sporting events and performances. I have never been good at card games, but I for sure got dealt the winning hand when it came to my family. They are my best friends. Even though I get frustrated with my siblings sometimes and maybe don't come home as often as my mom and dad would hope, I really want them to know how much I adore each of them.
Love you, Keller Clan!!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Music is a thing that I constantly have going in my life. I wish sometimes that fitting songs would play in certain parts of life, just like in the movies. Wouldn't that be perfect? An even more perfect world would be if music played and we heard it, and just started singing all together and dancing. Yes, I think life should be just like the movie "Grease".
Yes, that would be the perfect world.
Music has a big play on my emotions. Or emotions on my music. One way or the other. When I am having a rotten day, I instantly run to my music. Same with when I am happy. Same with when I feel like punching a wall. Now I will let you know what songs I actually listen to when I am feeling all these ways. . .
Happy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
After this random thought of mine (random thoughts like these occur often for me) I looked up at my own umbrella in dismay. He is a little bit beaten. He has indeed sacrificed himself in many storms in order to protect me. Some of his wires are slightly bent up. He is plain black. I guess he appears to be a bit of a boring umbrella. But he has always done his job for me. He has always been reliable. But I couldn't help but wonder,
"Oh no! Am I a boring person?"
I began betraying my umbrella friend by thinking of what kind of umbrella I should invest in. A fun, colorful one perhaps. When I was younger, I remember having an umbrella that looked like a bear. It had a smiling bear face on it, and two sticking up ears. That was a fun umbrella.
Then I wondered how much umbrellas cost exactly, and where I could go to purchase an umbrella. I started thinking about my own boring umbrella again. How much did he cost me? What store did he come from? Then I remembered the day my umbrella and I met. He did not come from any type of a store. He came out of a big, African American man's trench coat. Let me explain. . .
It was my first time ever in New York. I was in awe with it all. For a small town Idaho girl, New York City was quite the huge shocker. I was use to being surrounded by mountains. I was now surrounded by massive buildings. We were going to Phantom of the Opera on Broadway that night. I was quite excited. I was checking something off my bucket list: Phantom on Broadway. This was a big deal. I had my silky, champagne colored dress on. My hair was curled and wrapped into a carefully arranged side-bun (this was before I chopped my hair off). I was wearing my great grandma's intricate hanging earrings. I even had lipstick on. For tonight, as far as I was concerned, I was New York City's best. While passing through Times Square, we stopped at a pizza buffet for some dinner. Upon leaving the restaurant, it was raining. At first it was only a drizzle, but this changed as we walked out the doors. It was as if the rain was waiting for us to come out to play before it came out as well. The sky poured. The rain was pounding down on the bustling streets of NYC. My body was numb. My first-class appearance would be ruined. Suddenly, a tall man was standing by my side. He looked pretty shady. Not that I was being judgemental or anything. He had a long coat wrapped around his body, his hands inside deep pockets. He was saying something to me, but I couldn't understand.
"Umbrellas for sale. You like?"
He opened up one side of his jacket to reveal several black umbrellas just waiting to be used. Probably screaming to be taken from the dark trench coat, and opened to the world. Opened towards the sobbing sky. I opened up my clutch and pulled out some bills. We exchanged; money for umbrella. This was the first time my umbrella's handle came into my hand. I underestimated him at first, thinking he was some crap umbrella. But I figured it would do to get me to my opera dry and in one piece. Since then, he has gotten me to many places dry and in one piece. And he is not boring at all.
I think after reminiscing about all this, I finally arrived to my next class. I closed my umbrella and shook him off. Then I smiled at him and wiped some droplets of water away. He was the best umbrella ever, and I realized he had tons of personality. Not many people can say they purchased their umbrella off a shady character in Times Square. Most people meet their umbrella for the first time in a generic store. I met my umbrella and opened him up in the middle of a New York City rainstorm.
So here's to you umbrella. And to everyone and everything else that ever gets underestimated. To things worn and used that do their job well. That have more personality than one could ever fathom.
It was my longest race and his first race EVER :). He is awesome.