Truth Tuesday

• Not to rub it into anyone's face . . . but I'm really excited to not be going back to school. I thought I would grow depressed about it but I guess I thought wrong. I served my time. Now I'm ready to have the time to focus on other things. Things I actually want to do. No more time-consuming projects and homework assignments. I will miss the learning process of it, but I don't think I'll ever stop learning. As is life. 

• I neglect this blog because I'm addicted to work. It's a nice feeling to love your job. Tomorrow I'm meeting with some ladies in roller derby league to write a story on them and I'm so pumped.

• Talking on the phone gives me anxiety. Even when it's with people I really like a lot. 

• I'm addicted to Cold Case. We started season one recently. In the words of Miley Cyrus, "We can't stop. We won't stop." 

• Actually, I get addicted to most crime shows. Sometimes I wonder if I have issues because I've never obsessed over television shows that most of the female population get into. I'm all about my Cold Case, Law & Order and 48 Hours Mystery. I do love What Not to Wear. I'll openly and proudly admit to that.  

• If I hated my family, I would move to a dangerous city and be an undercover cop.

• August is a wonderful month because wild sunflowers infest the land and it's a beautiful thing. Also, it's full of birthdays belonging to family members. My mom's birthday was last week. I made her a cake out of Fatboys and I felt quite accomplished. 

• My mom is one of the most incredible people I know. That's a straight-up truth.

• I want to cover the walls of my future home with old beautiful pictures. Like the one below of my grandma with my mom.  

Always Aggies

Remember that one time when we graduated from Utah State University? That was a good day (which I was actually surprised about). I waited all day long for something to go terribly wrong. You see, high school graduation was a close disaster. I barely made it on time after my less than reliable van broke down and I couldn't get a hold of anyone to come and save me. I remember jetting in, out of breath with my cap sliding off my head. Whew, that was stressful.

USU graduation was low stress. It was a beautiful sunny day. My hair curled just how I wanted it to. And I was surrounded by all my favorite people. Win. Win. Win.

Brian also walked with me so we avoided going through two college ceremonies. Thank the heavens. I appreciate him so much for being supportive and willing to walk with my college so I could be with all my friends and news peeps. What a guy. I am happy he made me a True Aggie years ago while standing on that block "A" by the light of a full moon. And even more happy he made me his wife. Sometimes I wonder why in the world we got married so young. Are we crazy? Well yes, we are. But there isn't anyone in the world I'd rather be crazy with.

 So there you have it. We are USU alumni now. I'll be that obnoxious mother who one day buys my newborn Aggie apparel. I'll probably also play the "Scotsman" on loop next to my belly while the babe is in the wound. Settle down, now. I'm merely being sarcastic.

Now we have diplomas, grown-up jobs (okay, Brian already did), and graduation robes that we have no clue what to do with. I'm thinking Halloween costumes. Zombie graduates maybe? Brian is considering wearing his around the house as a bathrobe. Hey, the fabric is quite silky. He might be onto something.

Also, that subtle chunk of dark hair is blue. Yeah, I think I'm really cool. I have Aggie Blue hair. 

Truth Tuesday

•  I thought I was bad at riding bikes . . . good thing I didn't live back when they rode big wheelers like ^^that one. 

• Why do people talk on the phone or even use their phone at all while in a public restroom? Gross. So if you are going to text while doing your business, at least turn your phone to silent. Then I won't have to hear it as I'm peeing.

• I am now a USU grad. A post soon to come. 

• I am very passionate about not texting while driving. Put the phone down. It can wait. I think this music video does a good job portraying the dangers of driving irresponsibly. Watch it. You will be moved PLUS you get to enjoy three of my favorite country artists. ;) 

• Working as a radio deejay tempts me way too much to blow a bunch of money on iTunes. Don't worry. I've refrained. 

• Anyone else going to see this movie next weekend? I am so looking forward to it. Now I just have to find some time to finish the book! 

• Speaking of "The Great Gatsby", anyone agree with me that Leonardo DiCaprio is getting better looking with each passing year? 

• I am sort of obsessed with this song. And you should be too. 

• This video cracks me up. That twelve year old kid has some guts. What do you think? Was the kid out of place or was it the cop? 

• My little bro turned 19 over the weekend, and he should be getting his LDS mission call any day now. It's sort of freaking me out. I will openly accept any advice on coping while a sibling is away serving as a missionary. I am so happy my brother is going to serve, but I'm selfish and will miss him like crazy. HELP!   

Advice from Senior Kelsey

I jotted down this list yesterday after taking my (gulp) final final. I can't believe it's over.

If I could sit and talk to Freshman Kelsey, I would tell her a few things.

-I would tell her to never sleep in and skip a class. There will be plenty of time to sleep, and never enough time to learn.

-I would tell her to go to bed at a decent hour. Staying up all night every night isn't cool and it won't help your GPA much either.

-I would tell her to worry less about dating and boys and to focus more on herself. That whole boy thing will work out on its own.

-I would tell her to take full advantage of all the benefits offered to USU students.

-I would tell her to make an effort to connect with professors. Some of them sincerely care about you and want to help you succeed at what you are good at.

-I would tell her to always carry that dang student ID card with her. You never know when or where you'll be able to use it to get a deal.

-I would tell her not to stress out about her future. Things will work out. They always do. As long as you're doing what's right and working hard, an opportunity will appear when you least expect it.

-I would tell her to get dressed for class in the mornings. Yeah, I get it. You have track practice in the afternoon. But that's still no excuse for not caring. Save the sweatpants for Saturday mornings.

-I would tell her to never worry about what other people think of her. There are lots of weird people at college. You can act as weird as you want and someone might think you are actually refined. So just be yourself. There's no better place to do that than at college.

-I would tell her to not be afraid of trying new things. They just might become your favorite things. And this is not implying to drugs or other illegal happenings. I am talking about stuff like taking an African Dance class.

-I would tell her to take every chance she could to lay on the quad or the grass on Old Main Hill and just soak in the beauty of the most magical campus around.

-I would tell her to believe in that football team, even though they can barely beat SUU at the moment. Just you wait. It gets better. I promise. Chuckie Keaton. Ever heard of him?

-I would tell her to stop complaining about the cold while walking around to classes during the winter months. Just embrace it. Sure, you can't feel your nose. So what, you might slip to your death on the icy sidewalk. But remember how lucky you are to be getting a good education.

-I would tell her to go out of her way to stop the person she knows on campus who pulls out their phone to do the "fake text message" in order to avoid conversation. Don't let them get away with that nonsense. You stop them and give them the biggest, friendliest hello and make sure they feel totally awkward in the process.

-I would tell her to always remember to call her mom. And her dad too.

-I would tell her to never eat the food at The Hub. Bad news bears.

-I would tell her to keep a better journal.

-I would tell her to always stick up for herself.

-I would tell her to soak up every second. You thought those four years of high school went by fast? Just wait for the four years of college to whiz by.

-And I would tell her to constantly be proud of being an Aggie. But she probably already knew that.

Truth Tuesday

• The truth is, I don't have time to blog today. Sorry. Maybe I'll have more time after finals. Thanks for being so understanding.

• Also, it drives me nuts that there are no apostrophes on the "its" in this quote, because there should be. But it describes how I feel perfectly. Total brain sneeze. So I am letting the bad grammar slide just this once.

Sunday Best: Comfort Clothes

cardi: Kohl's, dress: thrifted, leggings: Forever 21, boots: Zappos, belt: Forever 21, horse necklace: rue 21

Can we just talk about how leggings are my saving grace? It's guaranteed I'll be incorporating them into my outfits this week. That way, it'll take little effort for me to get comfy after I crawl home from school and work. . .just pull all clothes off except the leggings, then pull on an extra large t-shirt. Yes, I'll admit it, that is exactly what happened with this outfit. Saturday night, I took this dress off and replaced it with an old volleyball t-shirt big enough to hold a circus. And I was completely happy. 

Can we also talk about how group projects are a terrible idea? Who is the imbecile who invented those thinking it was clever? Probably some teacher who thought, "I want all my students to FAIL." The last group project I had to do, I got to be that person in the group. The one who did all the work. I have another group project due this week. My group members are awesome, but our schedules are not. We have hardly been able to meet.We still have so much to do and our presentation and papers are due Thursday. I'll just be a nervous wreck wearing leggings and overly large t-shirts until then. 

Also, can we just talk about what a comfort food mac & cheese is? The cheesiness makes me feel like my biggest homework worries are practicing my alphabet in cursive again. Those were the days. 

Happy Dead Week, and then on to finals! My leggings and my mac & cheese are going to help me through to graduation.    

What helps you survive terrible weeks? 

Be Powerful

I walked in the pool hall on my first day of class, terrified, praying I wasn't about to make a fool of myself all semester long. The sound of balls breaking and cracking against the rails echoed in my ears as I quickly scanned the room to find two other girls in the class.

Good. I wasn't the only girl.

I've always wanted to be a pool player. In high school, some weekends when the gal pals and I decided to take it easy on a Saturday night and not reek havoc throughout the small farming town we grew up in, we found ourselves at Pop'N Pins. Remember the ghetto bowling alley they go to in the movie Napoleon Dynamite? That is Pop'N Pins. This was how my high school career went down. Drawing pictures of ligers, developing mad nun-chuck skills, and hanging out at bowling alleys that are a crumbling memory of the 70's. Yes, I grew up close to the area where the movie Napoleon Dynamite was created. What a claim to fame. But back to the real story, we would end up at Pop'N Pins and "shoot some pool". None of us were that good. We could only make shots that were basically perfectly lined up. But just being huddled around the pool table and covering our hands in chalk, giggling and telling dating stories, made us feel like bad asses (yes, I just cussed but it was totally necessary).

I wrote a post at the start of the new year about facing fears. I mentioned that I had signed up for a billiards class to face a fear of mine. That fear was of embarrassing myself. I have this problem of not wanting to try things if I think I won't be good at them. Which is silly, since I'm only good at, like, ten things. So I signed up for billiards and I abandoned my dignity when I picked up my cue (that's the stick used to hit the balls in pool. Don't worry, I didn't know it was called that either).

The first time we played in class, I instantly flocked to the other two girls, hoping I could be at least better than one of them. As we started playing, one of the girls started mentioning how she always shot a lot better at pool after she had a few in her.

"Oh, yeah. . . I bet," I said it trying to act like I shot pool all the time at many a bar. I glanced at the table next to me, where a kid with chiseled tattooed arms was making intricate shots off the rails, his messy blonde hair falling out of his beanie.

"What have I done," I wondered, "I am going to be the outcast of billiards class. The laughing stalk." 

At that point I had to make a decision. I could either face looking like a fool and work towards becoming better at pool, or I could take the easy way out and sign the roll every day and just go through the motions. I decided to toughen up and do what I came to do. Get better at pool.

I listened carefully to the instructor. I asked him to watch my form. I practiced with BWell on the weekends. Pretty soon I was making some tricky shots in class. I actually felt this sense of confidence oozing from me as I chalked up my cue. It felt good. Then one day at the end of class, my instructor gave me the hugest compliment.

"Kelsey, I hope you know you are my best shooter in this class."

I know it's just a silly pass/fail billiards class, but I was so stinking proud of myself.

Then we started the eight ball tournament with partners. My partner, Ben, and I instantly hit it off and started railing through other teams. After a long and hard-fought battle, we claimed the title of eight ball champions. I even have a "pool shark" pin to prove it. I pinned it to my levi vest so I can feel like a true bad ass now (as seen in the picture above).

But that stupid pin that was made in China is pretty special to me. It's a reminder to never set limitations for myself. We are such capable human beings. Capable of more than we can imagine. And this leads me to one of my all time favorite quotes:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." 

-Marianne Williamson

So my random message of the day is don't you ever let your capabilities scare you into not trying. Do what you were meant to do. Be what you were meant to be. Whatever that is. Whether it's to become a politician, a teacher, an author, a humanitarian, a marathon runner, the winner of the Nobel Prize, or maybe the eight ball champion of your beginning billiards class. Go out there and be a bad ass. Because the only person who will ever stop you is yourself.

*I apologize to my mother for cussing three times in this post. I won't do it again. 

Sunday Best: Menswear

blazer: Forever 21, button up: Old Navy, necklace: Smith's, jeans: Vanity, boots: Kmart 

The other day, I walked into class at the same time as my professor. He gave me a friendly hello and I responded with an equally friendly hello. Then I felt instantly cool as I walked in the classroom after him and realized our outfits were very similar. He was wearing jeans, a button up, and a blazer. I was wearing jeans, a button up, and a blazer. I suddenly had the urge to hold a coffee mug and start talking about crime rates and theories of crime as if I were discussing the weather. 

The only thing Mr. Professor was missing was a statement necklace. That's okay, I will let it slide. Especially since he is one of my most favorite professors ever. I took his criminology class last semester and I liked it so much that I decided to take his social deviance class this semester. There are close to a hundred kids in that class and he knows everyone by name. A few weeks into his class last semester, when he handed back tests, he handed me mine and said, "Nice work, Kelsey." I was so caught off guard. How did he know my name? I had never talked to him or made a remark once in those first few weeks. Well, we got our tests back in his class last Wednesday again. I was one of the last people to get mine and I asked him if he memorized everyone's names. He answered, "Yes. At least I try really hard to." And I told him I was impressed, because I was. 

So moral of the story: Invest in a blazer and know that not all professors are jerks. Some of them actually do care about their students. I've had a few really good ones in my last four years of school, and I hope they know how totally rad they are because of what they do for me and hundreds of other students too.

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A Thing For Spring

An early Easter in our neck of the woods means we need to prepare ourselves for the worst. We've trekked through snow for Easter egg hunts. This year though, the sun was out and not a cloud in the sky. Easter is always better when it actually feels and looks like spring outside. We've been loving this springtime weather. The smell of fresh soil, cut grass and the sound of chirping birds, and kids outdoors is definitely a formula for happiness as of late.

We split our Easter weekend between our families. On Saturday, we found ourselves in Idaho where we dyed eggs with my family. We also explored the outdoors with my baby sister, Chloe. We played with the puppy and bunnies (until the bunny clawed my face, that is), Chloe took me on a four-wheeler ride up the canyon, and Brian even managed to make us all a bit nervous when he stole Chloe's bike and took it on a joy ride. Just so you know, it's quite amusing to watch a grown man ride a girly bike made for a ten year old. What a sight.

It's true. I've got a thing for spring. I am thrilled to be spending my days outdoors. Now if I can just survive my last month of classes. Sitting at a desk indoors while it's so delightful outside is killing me. But the end is in sight. And then it shall be summer in Cache Valley (which is a magical time). I am ready for hikes, canyon trail runs, bonfires, and camping. I am ready to just smell like outside 24/7. Don't worry. I'll work too. Come May I'll have a diploma and stuff. Gotta put that shiz to good use. But I don't know if you can call my field of work "work". It's almost as much fun as playing outside.

Truth Tuesday & The Harlem Shake

• Crazy things happen when we visit my family. On Easter Eve (technically Easter since it was after midnight) the Keller girls were feeling hyper and resorted to making an Easter edition of the Harlem Shake. So while the boys watched television upstairs, the girls sported Easter baskets on the tops of our heads and we shook our little bunny tails. My mom put us all to shame. I had to share two of the videos rather than just one. I recorded one of them so I wasn't included, but my mom's moves are just too good not to share. My sister has been avidly checking our likes on facebook. My brother watched the video in disgust and told us we did it wrong. I wasn't aware there was a right way to do the Harlem Shake? Whatevs. 

• My parents' bunny also attacked my face while we were visiting. The dogs scared the poor thing so it hopped out of my hands and in the process, clawed my face. Shortly after, my face had a huge welt on it, my eyes went bloodshot, and I broke out in hives. Am I allergic to bunnies? They must be getting payback on me. You see, as a child I had two pet bunnies and I killed them both. Morbid, right? But it's not what you think. I wasn't some coldblooded bunny killer. I actually suffocated them with my hugs. According to my mom I came to her crying after the incident and said, "I hugged them dead." Isn't that an awful story? I don't remember because I was three. And I'm sure I chose to block it out of my memory as well. 

• Remember in this post how I told you about our awesome prank at work when we announced that USU was purchased by the church and would soon become BYU-Logan? Well, the cutest little boy took it pretty seriously. For a chuckle or two click here, scroll to the bottom of the page and watch the embedded video. This kid deserves a prize for being such a faithful Aggie fan. 

• I pulled an April Fools' Day joke on myself yesterday when I made a concoction in the crock pot for dinner. . .but then never turned the crock pot on. Oops. My bad. At least we now have dinner ready for tonight's meal, right? 

• I must confess, I really would like to see this movie in 3-D. 

• I'm really doubting if I can make it through the last month of school. Classes are starting to bore me, I have no desire to invest time into projects, and that cap and gown hanging in my room have never looked so appealing. 

• Spring time always makes me miss track meets. That's what spring is to me. Track and field season.

• Another thing that spring makes me think of is BABY ANIMALS. Speaking of which, if you are in the Cache Valley area, go to Baby Animal Days at the American West Heritage Center this weekend.  Click here for more info. 

• I fooled BWell yesterday with the old tape on the sink sprayer trick. I got him a lot better than I intended to. I had no idea our sprayer had such power. He was drenched, aaaaaand so was the whole kitchen.

Happy Tuesday. Thanks for letting me ramble on with my Truth Tuesday posts. It's nice to brainlessly jot things down sometimes. Especially on Tuesdays since it is my least favorite day of the week :(. Is it strange that I love Mondays but dislike Tuesdays?

Instagrams & Milk: Vegas In Instas

So ready for the weekend o'er here. Apparently spring break decided to come back and bite me in the butt. I think I'm still in Vegas mode. You know: sleep in, be lazy, go to the pool, stay up til all odd hours of the night. But I need to get back to normal mode. Wake up at 4:30, work, class, gym, homework, bed before 11. That sort of a thing.

In my first class today after I left work at the radio station, I could literally not keep my eyes open. During the fifty minute span of class, I kept fading off. Just taking a look at my notebook would give you an idea of how tired I was. Every bullet point starts with clear legible words and by the end, it fades off into scribbles. Those scribbles are the parts where I went to sleep. It was almost so pathetic it was funny. I would come to, look down, and realize my pen was moving across the paper, but I had no idea what I was writing. And that my friends, is why sleep is important. So I'll be catching up on it over the weekend.

In the meantime, here are some grammy grams from Las Vegas. . .

Find me on Instagram @mrskellwell. We will be insta-friends. It will be insta-good.

Sunday Best: Patterned

scarf: Bohme, top: Old Navy, pants: Kohl's, boots: Kmart, shades: F21

I used to despise purchasing new pants. I bought them out of necessity since society wouldn't approve of me running about pantless. I think my low interest in pant shopping was because they were always so boring. I just never got a thrill out of buying a new pair of jeans when they all looked basically the same to me.

My interest in pants took a turn for the better (or worse for my wallet) last year when colored pants came in. Pant shopping became a new adventure as I could now choose my favorite bright colors to put on my legs. And then floral pants came in and I quickly claimed two fun pairs as my own. And now, this spring, patterned pants are all the hubbub. I found this fun grey pair at Kohl's this past week. I decided I deserved them as a reward after starting a new job as a morning radio deejay (more on that later, but just know it's the most fun job ever) and taking two major tests that I have good feelings about.

So all I really have to say in this post is that I never want the trend of wearing fun pants to end. I will cry alligator tears if pants ever decide to become boring again. 

Are you a fan of patterned or colored pants like I am?   

Remembering Eleanor

When it came time to register for classes for spring semester, I didn't know what I was doing. I only needed to take two more classes. However, people apparently think I need to be a full time student to keep my scholarship and financial aid, thus I began searching the school website for random classes that would make my total credit hours sum up to a total of twelve. My two thoughts while searching for these random classes were 1) sign up for fun and interesting classes, and 2) sign up for classes that will be an easy A. 

So I signed up for billiards because I had always wanted to take it. Then I signed up for intro to religious studies because I heard it was easy and engaging. Then I signed up for social deviance because I am apparently obsessed with criminal behavior and the professor teaching it is one of my favorites. Then I signed up for some English class because English comes to me easier than most subjects. 

But weeks later, flurries of emails made it to my inbox alerting me that I couldn't take that English class because it was only for English majors. They demanded I drop it or they would drop me instead, and while I was made out to be the criminal, I was just wondering why the heck they gave me the go to register for it in the first place. Not my fault. When I pushed that register button, why in the world didn't red lights flash and words come across my screen saying, BOO, SUCKER! YOU AREN'T AN ENGLISH MAJOR! DO NOT PASS GO! DO NOT COLLECT TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS! 

So I obeyed the English masters and dropped the class. Then I worriedly and anxiously searched for another class that could give me my full time student status. All the somewhat easy classes were full and had long waiting lists. I started to panic. Then I cursed the law makers of University rules because all I really wanted was to take another journalism class, but apparently my JCOM classes are maxed out. Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Limit me from learning more about my trade. Ugh.

Then I found a women & leadership class that was only once a week. And I thought to myself, "Hmm, once a week. It can't be too hard. What the heck. Let's light things on fire, twirl our panties around, and bash on men." So I signed up for it.

Now it turns out, I think I was meant to take this class all along. It is nothing like I thought it would be. I am not just sliding by, wanting a grade. It's something I've discovered I am passionate about. And we don't sit in class on Wednesday evenings and act like we are picked on because we are females. We discuss things that are empowering. We talk about problems and how to overcome them. We learn leadership skills and how to use the fact that we are women to our advantage. We talk about how we can better support and embrace the women around us. Turns out, I love this stuff. It's made me take a step back and look into my soul, and then made me take a step forward and look into the souls of my fellow-women.

In class, we recently took a silencing the self test and it turns out, I silence myself a lot more than I thought I did. Sure, I have strong opinions on subjects. And sure, I probably blog about things that make people roll their eyes and shake their heads. But the thing is, I have a bad habit of closing off my innermost feelings. And when I want to express how I feel, I stop myself out of the fear of hurting someone's feelings. I do like this about myself; that I am sentimental toward others. However, I do an unhealthy amount of it. I always worry about others' feelings at the expense of my own. So I am working on it. I am trying to say and do what I feel is best, even if it means I might be judged for it. And on the other hand, I am trying to do a better job of not doing the judging myself. It's quite interesting because the men actually don't hold women back as much as we may think. We as women do the holding back. We hold ourselves back and if we aren't holding ourselves back, we justify belittling and holding back other women.

Because of this class, wheels are turning in my head and ideas are forming. I want to help women come together to celebrate this beautiful thing we have in common, this thing we call womanhood. I don't know how I want to do that, but I know I already have strengthened a part of myself because of this class. I am learning more and more every day how special it is to be a woman and that God loves me and knows I am capable. 

Around the same time we took the silencing the self test, we also watched a PBS documentary on Eleanor Roosevelt. Watch it if you get the chance. No matter your political opinions, you can't deny the fact that Eleanor Roosevelt was an incredible lady. Her life was actually quite dark and depressing. She was shy. But she learned how to speak and instill hope and happiness into others, and I think that's just grand. So if Eleanor did it, then I can too. And so can you, and you, and you! 

Truth Tuesday

• I have this problem where I sometimes forget to breathe. I start getting lightheaded and realize, "Oh yeah, I need to stop holding my breath." I think I first discovered I had this problem in high school during track practice. I passed out after running endless bananas (one person runs a 200, then you have to run a 200, and you keep going for an eternity). Then my coach was like, "Kelsey, are you breathing while you run?" And I realized I wasn't so sure if I was. 

• Rebel Wilson is my hero. Not only because she is Fat Amy in Pitch Perfect. But also because, I mean, come on, her name is Rebel! 

• Speaking of Pitch Perfect, I wouldn't mind being friends with Brittany Snow. She seems like a nice person. 

• In Primary on Sunday, one of the boys in our class raised his hand and asked me why I did my makeup like an Egyptian. Not quite sure what that means, but I was Cleopatra for Halloween once. 

• This song popped up on my iPod today and it made my day. An oldie, but a goody. 

• I got new nail polish that smells like cotton candy after it dries. It especially came in handy in class the other day when I sat next to the kid with morning breath. I spent half the period with my fingernails near my nostrils to block out the bad breath smell with magical scents of carnival sugar goodness.