50's Housewife?!? Maybe?

Coming up with a costume every year for Halloween is quite a task to undertake. A friend told me, "You have to reach into your imagination and pull out something SO unique that no one will forget."

My original idea was going to be a 50's housewife, hence the apron pictures. I had told my mom of this idea and she out of the goodness of her heart (she really only wanted to play with her new sewing machine) made me an apron. Yellow is one of my favorite colors and when I went to Walmart last week and saw the yellow checkered pattern was only a $1 a yard, I had to buy some.

My mom made the apron and she did a magnificent job, I  am in love with it. Not only could I of used it for my costume I would be able to use it later on when I am baking or what not. My apron being done pretty much cemented the idea for my 50's housewife costume.

However, this new perspective on Halloween costumes (the one I got from a friend) has me rethinking what I am going to be this year. I need something original - but what!? That is the real question. If I can't find something to be, I suppose I have a backup :)

I have a little over a month to decide. You might be asking me yourself why is it so important for me to have a costume. After all, its just Halloween. Well, I'll tell you! It's because I love Halloween. Halloween is one of my most favorite days of the year. I like all the fun that the 31st of October brings.

When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.
~Author Unknown

We shall see what I'll be for Halloween, I'll update you on that later :)

Until Next Time :)

xxkels

The Final Countdown

It's the final countdown - only three days until I move in, four days until I officially leave Moses Lake for Cheney, and seven days until the first day of school.
The plan for moving in is to do it on Saturday and come home that night. I should probably stay in Cheney on Saturday but I wanted to come home and attend church services one last time. After church is over, I'll be heading back to my new home.
Although I am quite excited for this next chapter in the story that is my life, I would be lying if I said I wasn't anxious. I'll be headed to a place where there won't be anyone I know and the thought of making new friends is slightly daunting. With encouraging words from my friends, I'm not as nervous as I once was. They have reassured me that it won't be hard for me to make friends - if I don't make friends I guess I know who I can blame, them. The bonus of it all is there is this thing called technology and I am able to use it to communicate with them. 

The one thing I need to focus on is getting all my crap together in boxes. I have most of what I need in a central location but like in the picture to the right, there is no real order to it all. And if you know me, I like order and having things in certain places. The next couple of days I will be focusing on that for the most part and I don't think it will take me long to do if I just buckle down and get it done. 
Like I said, I am so excited for this next chapter and I cannot wait for all that life has to bring to me in the coming months. 

"Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly." - Robert F. Kennedy

Until Next Time :)

xxkels

A Day That Will Never Be Forgotten

It was back in seventh grade when I became aware of what happened on September 11th, 2001. The terrorist attacks that occurred on that day will be something I, along with the rest of the nation and world will never forget. 

The first class of the day was math so when I arrived to school I headed there oblivious to what was developing across the country. As I took my seat in the back of the class, a seat I was common to getting because alphabetical seating always put me there, I remember having a friend come up to me and asked me if I knew what happened in New York City and I replied that I had no idea. The room quickly became abuzz with what was going on on the east coast. Back in the day I use to ride the bus to school because I lived out in the country. The bus came to my house around six-thirty in the morning and while on the bus I would tend to fall back asleep or listen to music so even if the radio had played the news I wasn't aware of it.

Being so young, twelve years old, I didn't quite understand what was happening but as the day went on and the details became clearer it was unmistakable what was going on and what had happened. While writing this blog a song from Alan Jackson came to mind. The title of the song is Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning and while listening to the song for the first time in years it has me reflecting on that day. Although I wasn't directly affected by the terrorist attacks that day, I was affected because I'm an American, and we all felt something that day. Traveling around the world is something I want to do one day but I always want to come back home. There is no place like the U.S. of A! 

"The attacks of September 11th were intended to break our spirit. Instead we have emerged stronger and more unified. We feel renewed devotion to the principles of political, economic, and religious freedom, the rule of law and respect for human life. We are more determined than ever to live our lives in freedom." -Rudolph Giuliani, former Mayor of NYC

I want to thank all the service men and women who have dedicated their lives to serving and protecting our country. You will NEVER know how truly grateful I am for your service. 

Until Next Time :)

xxkels 

I Dreamed A Dream

Whether it is a blessing or a curse is something I haven't decided yet. Since before I could remember most nights I tend to have extremely vivid dreams. When I wake if I remember to do so, I will write down the dream the best that I can remember it and usually I can remember a lot. Like I said, I haven't decided if it is a blessing or a curse because I've had pleasant dreams that make me never want to wake up and then I've had dreams where they were so bad I was awoken suddenly and became upset. 

Many kicks were gotten (get that?) when rereading the dreams I have put in my journal.  I tend to write down the more pleasant ones because I don't want to remember a dreadful dream, a good thing I believe. The terrific thing about writing down my dreams is I am actually able to visualize the dream again.

Just the other day I had a distressing dream and when I woke I was extremely upset. I thought about putting it in my journal but the dream was too disturbing. Although I still remember some of the dream the details have faded away and I am so grateful for that.

The inspiration for this blog entry came from a lovely nap I took this afternoon. I will not go into details about the dream I had because who knows if the subjects of my dream read this blog. All I will say about the dream was, it was quite vivid and I remember the dream almost in its entirety. When I woke from the nap I wrote down the dream in my journal. It will be a good read later on :)

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” Edgar Allen Poe

Until Next Time :) 

xxkels 

Becoming Angels

It has taken a while to write this post because I wasn't sure what I wanted to say or I suppose, how to say it. 

It has been two weeks since the tragic accident that took the lives of my Aunt Shannon and cousin Theresa. I haven't spoken about it because I needed some time to process what happened. 

I was not extremely close with my Aunt Shannon and cousin Theresa because we didn't live in the same area. However, we kept in contact with each other on Facebook. Those memories of us talking on facebook are ones I'll hold on to for forever. 

 Last fall (October 2011) I went with my father (my Aunts brother) and stepmom up to Winthrop, WA to stay in the Sun Mountain Lodge. It was the lodge that my Aunt had worked at, she was kind enough to get us a good deal at the lodge which was extremely generous. On our last day up there we (Aunt Shannon, cousins Theresa & Juan, Theresa's baby Christian, Sandy - stepmom, my dad, and I) went to dinner. The picture above is one of a couple pictures I took that night.

It makes me sad to think that the dinner was the last time that I would see my aunt and cousin and it would be the last picture that my dad was able to take with his sister. No matter how hard it has been on me it has been worse for aunts siblings, my grandma, and my cousins (my aunts children). There is nothing I can say that would make them feel any better but I hope they know that I love them and that I am always here for them. 

If this has taught me anything, it is that life can be cut short anytime and we need to learn to appreciate all that is around us. 

“Watch out for each other. Love everyone and forgive everyone, including yourself. Forgive your anger. Forgive your guilt. Your shame. Your sadness. Embrace and open up your love, your joy, your truth, and most especially your heart.”

Jim Henson 

Until Next Time 

xxkels