Dave

Today as I was walking out of the Apple Store at Station Park

I ran into a man

quite literally.

We excused one another

and then we found ourselves walking together.

I looked over at him, noticing that we were keeping at each others pace,

and I saw that he had an oxygen cannula placed in his nose and wrapped around his ears.

The tubes made their way to a backpack on his back.

"I hate winter" he said.

I responded by telling him that we both seemed unprepared for the weather we were walking through

(rain)

because neither of us had a coat or umbrella.

But that I was at least thankful that it was mild weather and that it was raining rather than snowing.

He stopped and looked at me.

He told me that he was impressed that I could be so optimistic when we were both cold and wet.

" I really love that in a person, you know?" he said, "Someone that can look past all the cruddy things to see something good." 

We started walking again.

I told him I'm not always the best at being positive in a negative situation, but that sometimes, most times, it's always the better option. 

Because no one likes to be in depressing position.

He told me, "whenever anyone asks me how I'm doing, do you know what I say"

"What do you say?' I asked.

" I tell them that I'm either exceptionally well, or outstanding."

As we both reached our cars, which happened to be parked by one another, I asked him is name.

"Dave" he said.

"Dave, I'm Kelsie, I'm so happy I ran into you today."

As we shook hands and went on our way,

I realized

this man, whatever it may be, is facing some kind of trial with his health.

He chooses to look on the bright side and be positive rather than negative.

That was such a wonderful thing for me to witness.

I'm so grateful that I had the opportunity to bump into Dave.

I challenge anyone that reads this blog, to go out of your way to "bump" into someone you don't know

and talk to them.

I'm making myself a goal to do the same.

A lot can be taught from strangers.

lahahahahaugh.

I was taught at a young age that laughter is the best medicine.

TRUE.

I

laugh

at

EVERYTHING.

And that may be an understatement.

Side note- as I type the word, 'laugh', I realize what an odd word it is. Seriously.

Some may consider it a problem, maybe.

I consider it a gift.

Another side note- I'm listening to the radio at work right now

you know

those stupid commercials that put their own lyrics to popular songs?

hate it.

ANYWAY

it seems like every night I find myself in some type of laughing fit over the DUMBEST stuff ever.

i.e. Tim and I were unloading our dishwasher

I had the bottom end

and I'm shorter

therefore should have had the top end I guess

cause I had to put my end down first.

My arm width couldn't handle the task.

So I collapsed to the ground unable to hold the box.

I then began to imagine what I had looked like when it happened.

The image replayed over and over in my head and I lost it.

I laughed at the very moment I fell.

I laughed as I walked to the car.

I laughed when I got into the car.

I laughed in the car.

I laughed the whole way home.

Tim sat silent.

I think he only expects these laughing spells now.

Typing this I started laughing again.

I got it from my Grandpa and my dad.

My grandpa was known for his contagious laugh

He would sit there in his La-Z Boy just chucklin.

his whole body would move to his laugh.

My dad, the same.

Me, the same.

Being that I laugh so much, I somehow manage to laugh and speak at the same time.

I guess this isn't a normal thing.

I get made fun of for this constantly.

 But I don't understand how you can stop laughing to make a statement.

How do you do it?

Even when I'm down,

the smallest thing can bring me right back.

So, let this be a lesson to you all.

Laugh more.

 Because it's probably the best thing ever created.

End of post

Sorry, no humiliating life stories to share this time. ;)

Mauwage. (and a little note for TMY)

Hey,

so, I got married Thursday.

I married a really great guy.

Tim.

Now

majority of you who read this know our story

or experienced (somewhat) along with us. ;)

But

some don't

so

I'm going to tell it to you

cause it's good.

Beginning:

There I was, 

sitting in the gym

attending my first "singles ward activity"

it was a Halloween party.

I was carving a pumpkin with my bestie, Rae.

when all of a sudden

in walks this guy.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I guess you could say it was love at first sight for me.

He came strolling in

casually

talking to everyone around.

I wanted him to talk to me.

We were getting ready to leave

so, I invited him

and a few others

over to Rachel's house to hang out.

When he arrived, I made sure he would sit by me.

I casually pulled out my MacBook Pro (because I thought I was cool)

he inquired about it

we found out that we both loved Mac's.

HELLO.

this was perfect.

We became instant friends.

I had a HUGE crush on this kid.

He teased me constantly.

One time he text me and told me he was at my work place

which he wasn't.

I'm still upset that he tricked me.

My heart about burst when he told me he was there

tsk. tsk.

He was the BIGGEST flirt ever. 

ask any of the girls we hung out with.

I couldn't handle it.

I remember watching a movie with all of our friends.

He and I were sitting by each other.

I asked if I could lay my head on his shoulder

Pretty sure that weirded him out (or did it? :P)

too close

just friends.

I wanted more.

he liked being a bachelor.

lame.

he should've liked ME.

Long story short 

(cause there are just WAY too many stories and highlights to fit into one blog post)

I had had enough.

I was going to date this guy.

I told him to ask me out or to stop flirting with me.

The next day he called me up and asked me out on a date.

We went to Settebello in SLC.

On the way there, the GPS decided to take us to the airport

and we got lost there.

we got caught in a restricted type area

I was sure we were going to get arrested for trespassing or something.

We got out

after many tears from laughter

we had a perfect first date

and second

and a third

and a forth...

and...

I broke up with him.

-WHAT THE HECK, KELSIE.

You've finally got the guy of your dreams

he wants YOU-

I left.

I was scared.

I dated a few other guys but could never get Tim out of my head.

We started hanging out just as friends 

it was so nice to be around him again.

He asked me if he could take me on a date.

I was resistant, but I said yes.

It happened all over again, but this time we ended up getting engaged.

in Ireland no less.

Yeah, he's a keeper. ;)

I can't begin to tell you how much this kid means to me.

He has put up with SO much.

I've put him through the ringer and he's still stuck by my side through it all.

That's commitment and love right there.

the best kind.

He's the best 

kindest

thoughtful

loving

funny

smart aleck (in the best way)

tender-hearted

sweet

hard working

the list goes on

guy.

The guy I had a major crush on for nearly 3 years is now my husband.

HUSBAND!

I still can't wrap my head around it.

Thanks for loving me through my temper tantrums, 

stubbornness, 

sarcasm, 

whining,

 bluntness, 

snorting,

 the impossibility of me telling a story in less than 15 minutes, even if it's about a trip to buy bread,

burping,

 messy car/room, 

and my mushy gooshy love for you, Tim.

Here's to Eternity, cause you're stuck with me! ;)

I love you.

BIRTH CONTROL... Supposedly.

 ruining my life.

I've been on it for 2 weeks and I've turned into a female Lucifer.

How, you ask?

Oh, I will tell you

don't fret.

1. Supposedly I walk around looking like I want to kill everyone.

2. Supposedly I'm not "me".

3. Supposedly I'm "lashing out irrationally" (respect the Santa Clause quote).

4. I'm getting horribly bothered by the most minute things.

5. I look like a chubby bunny which puts me in an even worse mood (there goes fitting in my wedding dress).

Then.

I always feel like I'm doing everything wrong.

I'm never good enough.

I want to go straight home from work and sleep.

I don't want to talk to anyone. EVER.

I haven't text my fiancee back in over 24 hours. (oops) (but not oops, cause Lucifer doesn't care).

Thing is.

I had a kidney transplant as most might know.

Some might say, AWESOME!

Which, in reality, it really is.

But it comes with a lifetime of continued... stuff.

Such as.

I'm ordered to be on birth control by my doc's.

I don't have a choice.

Cause

unfortunately

my medications that keep my kidney alive and well

will cause my children to have major birth defects.

Therefore

only planned pregnancies for me.

AND.

When I decide to get pregnant

They'll have to change my meds.

and

I'll be put back on steroids (the legal kind)

So, while I'm getting fat, I'll be getting fatter.

It's great.

I'm done. If you hear of any criminal activity in the Layton area, it's probably me.

Don't mind.

That's that.

-Klawssy

CONSUMER

Hi, guys.

I'm here to talk about something serious.

I'm not proud of this.

It's shameful.

It's sad.

It's horrible.

I've been labeled.

A consumer of what you ask?

Steroids? 

Alcohol? 

.

.

.

Puppies?

Oh, heavens no.

Food. 

Food is the culprit.

Now, now.

I know, I know.

Everyone eats.

You have to in order to survive.

But, you guys.

I inhale food.

I don't graze...

Take my time..

Enjoy.

I just shove it in.

Today I went to the grocery store to buy some Spaghetti-O's (I'm a 4-year-old, don't worry 'bout it) and decided I would try and take back first place (Haley & Lori) for the Greatest Aunt Award by buying some Swiss Rolls for the kids. Cause who doesn't love freakin' Swiss Rolls, right? 

NO ONE.

I decided I'd open the box.

You know

just to see them.

Make sure they looked okay to eat.

Then, my hand just fell into the box. 

I didn't realize what my hand was doing before it was too late and my mouth was covered in chocolate and lardy cream.

As I drove home with shame in my heart

I thought:

I didn't buy these for the kids, I subconsciously bought them for myself.

NO.

That's not okay.

NOT OKAY.

But, do you think that stopped me? 

Of course not.

When I got home, I tried to pawn off the rest of them to the kids,

but we all know I didn't.

I made them split a package and I hid the rest so no one would find them.

Not cause I think they would think less of me. 

No.

Because I didn't want anyone else to find them and eat them.

Then I proceeded to pull one more package out cause it felt like a good idea at the time.

I ate another duo.

WTH

If that doesn't make me feel morbidly obese, I don't know what would.

I feel so ashamed.

Now, back to the beginning of this post where I mentioned that I've been labeled a consumer.

Several times in the past month, I've been called this by a couple different people.

I'm always the first one to finish the meal, and when I say first, I mean, by the time everyone else is finishing putting food on their plate, mine is gone, into a black hole of despair, which I like to call my stomach.

With my wedding coming up, and a dress that barely fit to begin with riding on my mind, I'm getting into gear.

Now, I've said this a billion times before to many people around me, but now I'm going to blog about it.

Having it down in words for everyone to see is much more real than spoken words.

Send positive vibes this way, please! Gotta get a move on.

Less than 2 months!

WAAAAAH.

1/6 Most Embarrassing Thing This Week

I was tagged by my favorite fellow ginger, Kaylie. And since I don't know how to tell anything in a nutshell, I'll be splitting up my 6 things into 6 different posts.

Let's get at this, shall we?

Q. What is the funniest/most embarrassing thing that happened this week?

Oh,

where do I start?

My life is a joke.

OK, so everybody poops, right?

Right.

(except for those few girls that don't, cause that would be so gross if they did)

Well.

Sometimes your body just doesn't want to poop. Like, for a couple of days, or in my case, a week.

And we all know what that means.

CONSTIPATION.

Now, if you don't like stories about poop, or the word poop, then don't continue on any further. 

Just stop

I won't be offended.

But

if you want a good poop story

then keep on.

I hadn't even realized that I hadn't gone poop until one day, it just, you know, hit.

It was painful.

I had to think back to when the last time I went was, and came to the conclusion that it had been far too long

a week.

A FREAKIN' WEEK

not ok.

As I contemplated whether I should just bear it and keep myself from experiencing the pain of a weeks worth of food, or to evacuate and and suffer the pain and damage..

Either way

it was going to be bad.

And boy was I right.

I decided to just go for it.

It was not pleasant...

After probably a solid 20 minutes, I text my mom telling her I needed to bring in the big guns.

An enema

DUN

DUN
DUN

The converstion went as follows:

K- "Mother."

M- "Daughter."

K- "Will you please go the the store and get me a laxative thingy? The sooner the better please."

M- "lol who's hacking your phone?"

K- "I'm dead serious, I swear on my kidney."

The moment I swore in my kidney, she knew this was no joke. 

This was serious.

so

very

serious.

She told me she and my dad were running to J&J and that they'd be back soon.

I waited.

and then waited some more.

I asked where she was.

M-"Oh, we just need to run to Home Depot real quick, be home soon."

No.

That's just not OK, mother.

M- "Call Tim, he'll go get you one."

UMMM NO THANK YOU , MOM.

How embarassing.

Hey, honey. Um, I've been sitting here on the toilet for over an hour now and really need an enema because I have an eggplant sized waste in me that won't come out.

(although I had no doubts that he would have done it for me willingly. But I wasn't ready for him to have to experience this till AFTER we're married.)

No.

No.

So, there I sat.

Waiting.

In withering pain.

FINALLY

what felt like 5 hours

My mom is home.

I had to give myself an enema.

ugh

I know

so horribly awfuly grossly icky

But you know, it just had to happen.

As I waited for it to work

It didn't.

I ran out to my mom and told her she needed to take me to the Emergency Room.

I was dying.

I was going to have more damage than necessary if I took care of this on my own.

She told me I was crazy and told me to go drink a cup of Miralax.

So I did.

 and waited some more.

Nothing.

So she brought me 3 laxatives

THREE

Still

nothing.

Then we decided to try one of those glycerin rockets.

Nope.

Nothing.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I was sure I was going to die that night.

My life as I knew it was going to end because I couldn't poop.

What a sad, miserable, humiliating way to pass on.

I fell asleep hoping I'd wake up in the morning and it'd all be a dream.

I did wake up in the morning. 

at 5:00 am

and.

erupted.

for about 5 days

Now I will be on a diet of prunes and juice for the rest of my life.

Thanks, bowels.

The End.

Next post will be one of the following. If you have any requests of what you'd like to hear/read about more, lemme know. K?

Please pick six things out of these options:

1. what is the funniest/most embarrassing thing that happened this week?  2. spill. what's your guilty pleasure?  3. hurry, take a quick piccy of your outfit today! name your favorite thing about what you're wearing or give us a little note about your personal style and what it means to you.  4. any beauty secrets you're currently loving?  5. who has been the most inspiring person for you? why?  6. favorite song off the top of your head. don't think about it. just go (and provide a link if you can)!  7. what's a personal trial that you've had to overcome? 

8. why do you blog? and what do you find to be the most rewarding thing that has come from it? 

KLAWSSY

Guess who's back, back again? Kelsie's back, tell a friend... or, you know, you don't have to. It's cool.

   

 Iiiiiiit's been a minute. I've been MIA from the blogging world for a few years now and have decided to resurface. Why you ask? After all this time away, why come back?

Because.

That's it.

I've had QUITE a lot happen in the past few years that most of you probably know about, and then others probably don't. 

So

I'm going to fill you in.

One

boring

blog post

at 

a 

time.

Bear with me

*woohoo we're so excited that Kelsie is writing again cause she's sooo funny and clever*

lolzjk

but fo' real.

but, not really.

Let's just see how this goes, k?

cool.

-Klawssy