Gotta love my 2nd non genetic family

An angel in disguise and the love of her life.

Ode to my favorites

Hearts of gold and smiles nicely worn
The fruits of the spirit are what they adorn
Laughs that hug you and inflections that sooth
Together they sing a perfect tune
One's a woman and one's a man
With both, this girl's their biggest fan

Her eyes tell thousands of stories
And her squeaks produce a phrase
Being with her lightens
The saddest of my days
We laugh and shriek and cause a stir
Happiness is always our favorite cure
Sittin' on that truck, bearing our souls
Indulging in sunshine and ice cream in bowls

He's quiet and calm and subdued in his ways
Perhaps it will be a permanent phase
Despite his self, whether calm or insane
He's the reason so many of my smiles came
We push and we pull, we annoy and tease
He knows how to bother and knows what I need
He's my favorite spot to rest my head
This person makes a hungry heart feel fed


When united my heart is at peace and has joy
I don't know what I'd do without this girl and this boy.

You better like Jazz...

...Because that's what this entire week's about here in Moscow. Lionel Hampton himself loved it so much he even made a festival for it. People from Canada, Russia, England, all ovvvver the place are inhabiting my tiny town and acting crazy while doing so. My favorites are the Canadian kids that come into work causing a ruckus. They're very outgoing and definately not afraid to talk to you. This time last year I was working at Arby's and I didn't get to talk to them like I do now. Fun times all around.
My cousin's coming over from Seattle today, it will be great to see him. He plays drums so my dad's already planned about 30 clinics for us 3 to go to as well as set up his huge, purple drumset for them to play on. You'll never see a better lookin' pair than my dad and my cousin; TWO Tall, dark, and handsome men who are respectable beyond all belief and nice as can be immagined.. Aaaah, I love my family.
Oprah's amazingly generous. Though she appears shallow and rich, she has a golden heart. Her Academy that she built for girls in South Africa is a dream to 152 girls that only wished for something that wonderful. I love Oprah.

I like how this portrays us. Daniel's not listening and Ann's laughing about who knows what and I'm in a happy medium. I wouldn't mind spending the next 4 years between these beautiful people. In fact, I think I prefer it.

Rainy Sundays

Isn't that the best picture in the world? Absent teeth and real smiles make the perfect picture.

My sickness is gone for the most part except for a little bit of my cough. I didn't give it to anyone either, so I guess something's to be said about quarantining yourself. What a lazy Sunday night, it makes me want to share a memories...

I remember being five: carefree, with my hair untamed, complete with a mixture of curls and waves that I wished would take the form of my neighbors hair. Mine was thick and always seemed to be big and diva-like, but I wanted it to be like my neighbor, Sarah's-long and limp. I wasn't allowed to wear it like her in a braid down my back every day though, because my mom didn't want it to look like I had a "piece of rope for hair.". No matter, hair was minimal to me.

Summers were so wonderful to me because they were filled with no worries and endless frolics. When I was 6 or so, my friend Michaela and I would ride around our neighborhood on our bikes as fast as we could, convinced there was an imaginary idian chief behind us and he was mad. My arms always smelled like sunscreen, my shirts never totally covered my tummy, and my feet were always brown from the sun. There's a pond by my house that I spent most of my days at. I'd swim in it, not knowing WHAT exactly I was swimming IN, and had "hidden" trails around it that every other kid in the neighborhood knew about. Though everyone knew, it was mostly me and Michaela there every day with our bags of ramen. We didn't ever cook it, instead, we'd climb up into the trees surrounding the old folks home and eat the noodle bricks raw and have contests to see who could finish eating the seasoning without being grossed out.

We were strange children, but my sisters and I combined were even stranger. So many times if you had driven our culdasack you would have seen 3 little girls: 1 up on the porch reading something and drinking coke, the other older one on the ground giving instructions and getting excited, and then the youngest girl attempting cartwheels, but achieving nothing...(All this, might I add with some of our dad's music coming from the house, usually Eagles in this era.) We'd sit in the backyard(or the front, wherever the others were) and I remember eating fried chicken and potato salad on a big panda blanket with my sisters yelling songs and doing the things we knew annoyed each other as well as jumping over bushes and overgrown grass.

As time went on we all grew up and started developing traits we all still have to this day. My oldest sister, Ashleigh, and her best friend Dana were always a comforting sight to see when you'd drive up to our house. So many summer days there they'd be, listening to Simon & Garfunkel sippin' coke in their sundresses...They do this now, but at Ashleigh's house, not ours. Tara'd be with her friends down town buying sidewalk chalk and would then come home with Caroline Jones and colour our ENTIRE culdasak in one afternoon. She's still down town the most of any of us, but working instead of buying chalk. This is what we did, and I love that it was this way and never filled with drama or sadness for too long. Though my days are not as carefree or soft, they are still beautiful, and every summer, though now I work most days, I still sit out on my porch at dusk, lookin' at the hills that surround us, and soak it all up.

Memory Lane, anyone?

's the closest I got to water...(Maui)Look at me now! woo! hahaha(Oahu)


I found my old Maui pictures last night, so if I start posting pictures of goofy smiles and swimsuits that scream 1994, that is why.

This pattern's LAME

SICK..AGAIN...This time with a nasty cough and that's all but still..crap. I got a feaver again last night, but I wasn't inspired to become an actress, instead I had insomnia for fear of going to sleep and waking up brain damaged. Hahahaha, My life'd make a GREAT book.

AND, Murphy still wont work. I think he's jealous of the other men in my life...*whispers* Never buy a Dodge...They're possessive and prone to depression.


2:00 PM UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE!!


Dirty battery terminals! Who woulda thunk it! Now my darling Murphy's running like a rockstar. No money out of my pocket, too. Now I just have to pay off a parking ticket and I'll be on my way!

The joy of cola and a ba bah bah baaaaah

Do any of you know if the groundhog saw his shadow or not today? I almost made it a priority to find out but alas alack, I did not. Look at me, posting blogs almost every day now! What is up with thiiiis?!

So, as I said yesterday Murphy is dead...or at least I THOUGHT he was dead. Apparently toay while I was at English my dad tried to start my car...AND IT WORKED! Funny how I've been walking the entire length of Moscow today and I have a working car at home...Though knowing God's love of playing jokes on me I bet if I drove it somewhere I'd get stranded again. When I say God plays jokes on me I don't mean it dissrespectfully. Was that dissrespectful? I think sometimes he DOES make things happen to you just to take you back a little bit, ya know? Like telling me not to take my car for graned or something by making it not work. It may just be true.
Here are things I absolutely love:
Bon Fires, Portable cd players, Cobblestone roads, Bobby pins, Backroads, Natural Hot Springs, Hidden Lakes and Secret swimming holes, My dream of opening up a drive-in movie theatre and naming it Kelsey's so that people around town'll say, "Yeah, we're going to Kelsey's tonight" in mass numbers, poems about tropical places, Snowy trees, boiling hot steering wheels in summer, joyrides, having to laugh when its against the law, sunday lunches, having new music flood into my head and finding a perminent place in my heart to forever stir up sentimental-cheesey memories, hearing the Catholic church's bells clang when Im sleeping on my porch in the summer, my dog, my annoying cat, My best friends' property, Nadreau Land, Being part of the most infamous college choir in the North west, The looks I get when its' discovered I dont drink or smoke, being a virgin, hail storms while it's sunny, and finally watching old Johnny Carson segements with anyone who will join me.

=)

In case you forgot who's writing to you.



Today blogspot's decided to be obnoctous and underline everything I type so bare with me while I write. Today I write about something sweet, pure, and wonderful.
I walked into my house (after having worked for four hours and waking up at 7) to see my dad at the computer watch a drum video online, his hair a goofy mess while he sported a t-shirt and his pj pants(He calls them his TV pants). It was so sweet to see this to me because so often I am the one sitting at the computer in my comfy clothes and dissheveled hair typing to you guys while he comes in after having worked for a total of 14 hours of the day...But today was his turn to only work 8. He didn't do the usual going around fixing things thing like he always does and I'm glad. He doesn't HAVE to do these things, but he does handy work out of kindness. He deserves a vacation more than anyone else I know, and to see him with his drumsticks in hand, staring at the monitor, trying to learn something new made my day. I left him alone and went to my room, only to hear the beat he was just soaking up from the computer...perfect. He learned something new and practiced it over and over and over again...I love living with a drummer.

Besides that, my car died 3 times today. Murphy needs a new battery..batterie? which one is it? I think I was right the first time. Anyways, yes, tomorrow's Friday and I am excited. Make good choices and don't forget the little stuff like seeing your dad relaxed..It really makes a difference.:)