tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170099859586234442011-07-07T17:33:28.617-07:00Random and Crazy Observations From a Writer's Point of ViewKelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-53517338081415054392009-08-06T09:02:00.001-07:002009-08-06T09:03:06.416-07:00

Just wanted to let you all know that I moved my blog over to Wordpress and combined it with my personal portfolio. A lot of pressure, sure, but I'm sure I can take it.Come follow me over at http://kelseychildress.com

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I really like that I'm living in the suburbs now. Really, I do. I guess I should call them the Suburban suburbs (or S.O.S.- Suburbs on Steroids), because I am now living at 140th street and working at 5th street. However, living out in the boonies has its advantages. You see, the S.O.S. is like the Texas of neighborhoods-- everything has to be bigger and better than all the other neighborhoods.

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While I don't exactly have a video lined up for tomorrow's installment of 'Commerical Friday', I do have something better. A video so amazing the uploader requested that YouTube disable embedding. So, you'll have to make do with the link.And I swear on my brand new sectional couch AND my gnome garden statue that this is totally worth watching the entire way through. Enjoy.http://www.youtube.com/

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Sometimes I really wish that I was more of photo whore in high school and had some pictures of myself in my swimming suit (or scantily dressed). I weighed 13-15 pounds less in high school than I do now, and as I'm trying to lose some weight and live a more healthy lifestyle, I wish I had those pictures to remind me of the body I took for granted.When I started taking birth control when I was 18,

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-49162401505663354032009-07-15T06:47:00.000-07:002009-07-15T06:48:53.257-07:00

Just a quick post to tell you guys about new site I found that has definitely been a time suck (in a good way!) check it out here:I Can Has MotivationI'll write a 'real' entry soon, I promise!

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Is there ever a song for you that, no matter how many times you listen to it, it never loses its luster? I'd have to say that my song of songs is "You Make My Dreams Come True" by Hall and Oates.http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/You_Make_My_Dreams_Come_True/3118547It's happy and bubbly and I'm going to go a little Bridezilla and make sure it is played at my wedding, whenever and whereever that

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Since it's the end of the week for me beginning at 12:30, I thought I'd write a quick post to celebrate. I've been in elation this week with the realization that I still absolutely love my job. I thought that after a month of working here, I'd eventually fall back into the grind that I had at my previous job, where I enjoyed my work and the people in my department, but every day was a struggle to

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Yup. Doing another commercial post on a wednesday. Today, it is about this glorious piece, where my favorite part is second 19.Why yes, second 19, I would like to 'Get Frosty' with you. It is edited different in the shortened versions of the commercial. I seriously love this commercial...and there are so many reasons why -- the boy band sound (I still love 'N Sync and I don't care who knows it),

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Between going from 110 degree heat outside into the arctic tundra that is my office, I thought I'd upload a blog post I wrote last night.I had the WORST day today. I was late to work, got my debit card and paycheck stuck in the ATM, AND got a parking ticket. But the sweetest part of the day was ironically being late. First, let me start by telling you that I have 3 alarms to wake me up. First,

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Yeah, I fooled you. But the new Snickers commercials starring Mr. T are so hilarious I decided to deviate from posting 'Commercial Fridays' to do a Commercial Wednesday. Anyway, the following commercial was banned in the U.K. for being homophobic, but I don't think it is at all- the guy isn't referred to as gay. See what you think:There are several others in the campaign, most of which can be

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This blog has become a disgrace, a bitter shell of the glory that used to be. However, I shall attempt to restore it to its former glory by making a pact with myself to post more regularly. And to be more funny. The not-so-ironic part of it all is that fact that now that my life is amazing, I'm not so funny. Weird how misery makes you have a more interesting sense of humor.Speaking of shells, I'm

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I am forcing myself to write a blog entry before I go to sleep tonight. I compromised with myself by doing it in my bed on my laptop, and then uploading it tomorrow since I don't have wireless internet. Anyway, I apologize for the lack of posts recently. I've been settling into my new job, which is still amazing. I'm doing search marketing, which is a relatively new field to jump into. However,

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Yes, I know it's not time for Commerical Friday yet. However, I felt that this "Wearable Towel" commerical was too urgent NOT to share. This is almost too easy! Please pay special attention to the background music, which, I guarantee you, is the music that plays on the televised version.Seriously. IS THIS INFOMERCIAL EVEN REAL!?!?http://www.wearabletowel.com/

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Hard to believe I've been doing Commercial Fridays for a month now! Crazy! For today's commercial, I have an oldie but goodie, that has been running for a while now:How rude. Do they know how many models could get hurt!?I smell a lawsuit, Corelle, and I'm fully willing to be on the model's side of the courtroom when this drama begins. Couldn't you have just "tried" to "smash" the plate with a

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-66519440497740600962009-05-20T18:28:00.001-07:002009-05-20T18:47:02.010-07:00

...and I thought that getting hit on by a high schooler in the Taco Bell drive-thru because he thought I was in high school (I'm almost 23) was the most awkward pick-up attempt I'd ever experience. I was wrong. Way wrong.Let me start at the beginning. First, I was in a hurry to walk Charlie tonight because I'm going to see Leighana and Matt's new duplex. SO, I throw on some shorts and the t-shirt

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My commercial for today cannot sadly be found anywhere on the internet, so this may be a bummer post. I'd like to talk about the latest Verizon Wireless commercial, where the family is in the ice cream shop and illustrates how many people they can call using Verizon by spilling a bowl of sprinkles ALL OVER the counter. I have so many qualms about this commercial, they can only be explained using

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It hasn't really been a long debate that my standards of what I consider 'normal' probably aren't too normal. For example, when I was a little kid, I used to hate showering so much that my mom had to make a calendar for the bathroom with every other day marked with a sticker, signifying that I needed a bath. To this day, I still hate taking a shower- and the only times I DO like taking a shower

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Yo yo! Karen thankfully reminded me about 'Commercial Fridays' that I started last Friday. I'm so glad she reminded me because I have so many good (and really bad) commercials that I need to talk about. I've decided that I'll be the cool adult in the block when I roll out in my new Kia Soul:Seriously, doesn't that song make you want do buy a Kia Soul? The hamsters just look way.... cooler than me

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Sometimes I wish I was a smoker. I've never smoked a cigarette before (I hate the smell), but sometimes I am envious of the comraderie smokers have. Non-smokers, when they stand around outside, are just labeled as weird or homeless, but if you are smoking outside, then you have an excuse for loitering. (It's also less weird to have meaningless conversation with a fellow smoker than you would with

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I will be doing some pro-bono writing/social media work for Transitions Global. James and his crew are working hard to abolish human trafficking (a modern form of slavery) in the United States and around the world.Right now, their main U.S. focus is the 'Buck Up Campaign' which encourages anyone to just donate $1 to help raise awareness for the human trafficking that still happens in the United

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I was thinking that since I complain/talk about commercials so much, I should try to do "commercial fridays" because there is always some commercial that I know I could spend an entire blog post writing about. If you haven't guessed already, I love infomercials. So when I found this rap remix of the Slap Chop remix, well, let's just say it's been stuck in my head for the past couple of days

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-81117277559257257182009-04-29T11:18:00.000-07:002009-04-29T11:23:11.543-07:00

As promised, here is my review of Daniel Tosh at Uptown Theater on behalf of EventChaser and RazorGator. Steph and I had a GREAT time- the weather was amazing, parking was free (and just across the street), and I always love visiting the Uptown Theatre- it's so historic and beautiful. If you would like Daniel Tosh tickets, be sure to visit RazorGator.I'm looking forward to more fun "assignments"

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-36676420651843624832009-04-28T20:58:00.000-07:002009-04-28T20:59:16.149-07:00

I know I said I'd post some more in my series of crazy roommate and boyfriend memories, so here's another one before I go to bed for the night. I've slowly been slipping into night owl/insomniac status, not going to bed until 2 or 3 a.m., and then waking up at 11 a.m. Not a good schedule to be on when I finally get another full-time job and have to be at work by 8 a.m.!Anyway, on to the story. So

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So, I know I complain about my apartment complex a lot, but after visiting a beautiful gated apartment community down at 139th and Metcalf that I could actually afford to live at, call me a little jaded. I'm driving back to my apartment, ready to chow down on a Quizno's sonoma turkey sammie I had them convert into a sub (try it- delicious), and I see that my apartment complex has put out a new

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So, after asking one of my interviewers what I could work on in order to get a job, and having been told that my enthusiasm in person was lacking and didn't match up to my online portfolio (which includes this blog), I've decided that yes, I do have a problem with my shyness. Her response (which I am sincerely grateful for) is now the 2nd of interviewers to directly remark that I am way cooler

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Somedays I wish that I could be a dog, like Charlie. He sleeps about 18 hours a day, doesn't even know the meaning of the word 'stretch marks', and doesn't jump to any conclusions. I could be dancing to music on my iPod in my underwear, and while he may slightly cock his head and stare, he is always going to love me, no matter how weird I am.That's what I love about dogs. I could be making a

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When I was growing up, I would always get so mad at my mom for staying in the curtain or bedding aisle for hours. However, upon growing up and beginning to furnish my own living space, I called my mother one day and I told her that I finally understood her fascination and hunt for finding the 'perfect' set of curtains. Finding the perfect art, furniture, tile, or even paint is something so

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Turning the music up louder doesn't make that whining sound under the hood of your car go awayEven if you wear a sweatshirt, people can still tell you aren't wearing a braDry shampoo doesn't work on the 2nd day of not showeringBagging up your dog's poop and then leaving that bag in the grass (because you don't want to walk all the way to the dumpster) doesn't count as 'picking up after your

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Do you ever get urges to do stuff? Example- when I was in high school and college, I always thought about what would happen if I just started hollering and waving my arms wildly. Everyone would look at me, sure, but would anyone do anything? Probably not. Even though I was violating a social mores, they probably wouldn't follow suit.Now, my urges are a lot calmer. They are mostly the desire to

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My usually quiet, little mutt of a dog proved himself last night when, at about 1 a.m., he jumped up and started this howling/barking combo that was supposed to alert me to the fact that there was someone trying to get into my apartment. My heart started pounding, because the only things I have to defend myself are some good scratchin' claws and a heap of clean laundry on the floor.I strained my

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Usually I hate Mondays, but I found out that  Event Chaser, this sweet blog hosted by RazorGator, has approved me to be a correspondent for the Kansas City area. Correspondents attend concerts and sporting events for free. All they have to do in return is take a few pictures at the event and send in a review of how it was. This review is published on the Event Chaser blog.From Royals games to

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-73741409203905970772009-04-03T08:50:00.000-07:002009-04-03T09:03:11.499-07:00

Dear Ikea, Why do you have to taunt me with your amazing selection of beautiful, low-cost home furnishings, only to then surprise me with that depressing weird-looking shopping cart with a slash over it, showing that it isn't available for purchase online? The closest Ikea is in Minneapolis, Ikea, MINNEAPOLIS. And although that location is right next to the Mall of America, I really don't want to

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Don't you hate it when you are doing something you know you shouldn't be doing, and it blows up in your face? You'd like to get mad, but then you know that it is life's way of punishing you for being of questionable character.My case in point- for the past couple of days I've ventured down to the gym in my apartment complex to use the tanning bed. Even though my paleness could rival Conan

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-29582723998374304972009-03-29T10:54:00.001-07:002009-03-29T11:04:50.374-07:00

So, I'm watching this show on WE (Women's Entertainment), hoping for an episode of Snapped to be on, but instead, I found 'Surprise Wedding' (click here for a summary from another blogger). These boyfriends are bought on stage in front of thousands of people, and a host says "Welcome to Your Wedding!", then their girlfriend is standing there in a wedding dress and says, "LET'S GET MARRIED!"

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-6261807013107939012009-03-27T08:15:00.000-07:002009-03-27T08:25:29.053-07:00

You know what really sucks about being an adult and living alone? When you have a scary dream and there's no one here to tell you it's okay. I had this TERRIFYING dream Wednesday night and I could absolutely not get back to sleep. Now, you have to believe me when I say it was really scary then, because when I explain it, it just sounds really weird. Let's just say it involved me having a

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While I'm doing random roommate memories, I thought I do a few "ex-boyfriend memories" too.I was 18. That should be your first hint that I didn't know what the heck I was doing (sometimes I still feel like I don't!). I met a cute boy in class. Saw him again at a party. We began hanging out. I went over to his house one afternoon to watch a movie or do homework, or something. He gestures to

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-5934918545497069752009-03-24T09:04:00.000-07:002009-03-25T19:18:15.379-07:00

At first, the ghetto-ness of my apartment was entertaining. Funny even. The guy who shot arrows at an old mattress leaned up against a dumpster? Hilarious. The other guy who told me that was him on the episode of COPS we were watching in the common room? Awkward, but still hilarious.But then it went downhill with the tooth in the laundry. AND THEN, this week's events have really culminated into a

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-38589017479108329722009-03-21T12:32:00.001-07:002009-03-21T12:53:42.037-07:00

After living by myself for almost a year, I have been reminiscing on all my crazy adventures back in the day when I did have roommates. I'll try to post new stories occasionally as I think of them. Of course I am clearly the heroine in all of this, seeing as how I slayed a marriage one-handed while wearing only a towel. Yep. That Happened. Get ready.Once upon a time, when I lived with a girl and

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-53562422720355290392009-03-19T21:25:00.001-07:002009-03-19T21:41:07.328-07:00

This time it's about Loud N' Clear. There is so much in this commercial, I don't even know where to start. Compare my conclusions to yours after watching to see if you spotted all the awesome that is present in this exhilarating infomercial. Mine include:a. Old ladies (wearing fuchsia) can be anorexic too.b. Because you 'hear' your children, that must mean they are safe.c. Those girls thought

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-74868271314756661152009-03-17T21:16:00.000-07:002009-03-17T21:25:17.490-07:00

My dad, like every other parent on this earth, does things differently than what us kids would expect a parent to do. For example, my dad let me try beer and cigars when I was 8. I secretly think this was his plan to make me so revolted by the taste that I wouldn't ever try them again. Well, his plan worked, for the most part- I didn't drink all through high school, and I've only tried cigars

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-57269181720011293662009-03-14T21:39:00.000-07:002009-03-14T21:54:07.073-07:00

...you know how I know that the economy is really bad (besides the 8.1% national unemployment rate)?I just saw a guy driving a Cadillac with a Jimmy John's delivery sign on top of his car.

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So, after reading horrors upon horrors of the meat and dairy industries in Skinny Bitch, I decided that maybe I should cut down on my dairy and meat consumption. After all, those bitches disrupted by life by reminding me to just "think about what I was eating"- mainly another species' breast milk and slowly decaying flesh of another animal. They also said that the casein in milk is actually made

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-33550316766882600292009-03-04T20:40:00.000-08:002009-03-04T21:35:01.661-08:00

Is is just me, or does anyone else want to tear their ears off when they hear the song in this commerical?Seriously. I'm all for Josh Grobany type music, but for some reason...that song...should never be allowed to play on any radio or television. I'm like a Japanese kid who gets seizures from watching too much flashing anime. Well, just like with the Manwich commerical, when I went online to

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-75145573806568456982009-03-04T08:35:00.000-08:002009-03-04T08:53:23.900-08:00

Here I was, thinking that squirreling myself away in my apartment was all I needed to make me produce enough writing income to be able to pay my bills and not continue to live on instant mashed potatoes and ramen noodles. But I've come to realize that not speaking to another human being face-to-face for days at a time isn't helping me get any happier(getting cat calls from the construction

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-81726618982418580422009-02-27T07:27:00.001-08:002009-02-27T07:32:38.381-08:00

Sorry I didn't post this yesterday, but I was blasted out on Nitrous Oxide and Vicodin coz I got my wisdom teeth taken out. I'm doing fine, just wishing I could chop down on a McDonald's quarter pounder with fries (1 piece of cheese, ketchup only). :DAnyway, I won a blog of the day award! Here's the entry:http://blogofthedayawards.blogspot.com/2009/02/insert-idiom-here.htmlPlease note the sweet

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-44827927644998410652009-02-25T09:17:00.000-08:002009-02-25T09:27:28.606-08:00

One of the many treats of working at home is that I can watch some crappy daytime television. Usually, TV court shows are my trash of choice, but Maury is always a classic I tune in on. Today, instead of 'Which of these 10 guys is my baby's daddy?", it is "You Can't Hide From the Truth: Cheaters Exposed!" (The show alternates between these two topics.)Now, if you don't know who your baby's daddy

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-76806853713385528632009-02-23T08:58:00.000-08:002009-02-23T09:13:22.083-08:00

I had a crazy dream last night. I dreamt that my old job called me and there was an accounting mistake, and they could afford to keep me on after all. So if I could just come back in on Monday, we could resume business as usual. But in my dream, even though I was unemployed and barely making ends meet with my writing, I didn't want to go. I would rather live in squalor then go back to a place

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-48661020569202783202009-02-21T14:16:00.000-08:002009-02-21T14:34:08.383-08:00

So, I'd like to think that I'm pulling one more over on my former employer by hastily scheduling the surgery to get my wisdom teeth taken out the last week that my insurance is valid. The receptionist at the oral surgeon's office understood my plight and conspired with me to schedule my surgery the very next day after my consultation, on Thursday. It's so lucky that they were willing to slip me

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-40831096386765527902009-02-18T15:38:00.000-08:002009-02-18T15:49:34.080-08:00

SO. There's one major payoff to being technically unemployed- going ghetto. I have now slipped into my former college scrimping ways, seamlessing pondering every purchase in my head and second guessing if those postage stamps were worth it (they were- it was Edgar Allan Poe- I had to get a whole book!). Being poor will also force me to eat less- and this is a much needed sacrifice. Food and

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-62325546426156494182009-02-17T20:42:00.000-08:002009-02-17T20:50:35.724-08:00

So. I got laid off from my job coz of the economy. After crying about 5 gallons and feverishly constructing a desk and chair in my living room that I purchased from Wal-Mart tonight, it is safe to say that I am exhausted. So now, here I am, in the exact position I was wishing that I was in this morning when I was having trouble getting my ass out of bed. "Wouldn't it be nice to be a freelancer?"

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-69353556074618132072009-02-10T08:49:00.000-08:002009-02-10T08:50:55.508-08:00

I keep trying to convince myself that I should become a vegetarian. Then I automatically find myself making exceptions, like "I won't eat beef, except for hamburgers" or "I have to eat chicken, chicken is my favorite, and besides I don't really care that they used to be baby chicks and are now in my salad." So maybe vegetarianism isn't for me. I definitely don't have high enough morals to do it

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-47481850146149374062009-02-09T12:42:00.001-08:002009-02-09T12:42:30.149-08:00

Since I spent $9 yesterday getting my car washed and then professionally dried by a team of real humans (instead of those crappy air dryers that just blow the air around), there was a 100% chance that it would rain today. There was also a 100% chance of my good hair day being ruined by getting my hair stuck in the slidy-thingy in my umbrella. I walked through the sliding double doors, desperately

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-35597761498572783342009-02-06T06:55:00.001-08:002009-02-06T06:57:03.808-08:00

OK. I get it. Our ICQ IM conversation wasn't as funny to everyone else. As shattered as I am by this revelation, I will try to come up with something funnier in the next few days. You guys hold me to a high standard, I see. Fine. I can do high standards. Just wait and see.

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-6389774977906330712009-02-04T10:15:00.000-08:002009-02-04T10:19:45.837-08:00

I think my eBFF and I are going to make a blog filled with our IM chat archives. Because we are pretty dang hilarious, looking back. A sample: (I guess NSFW...damn the man!)kelsey7820: meebo is like Digsby's little brotherskittixch: I could see thatkelsey7820: their parents must have been hippiesskittixch: they went to talkstock '69skittixch: they were into hardcore shitskittixch: irc

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-7579149532434025512009-02-03T13:35:00.000-08:002009-02-04T08:03:35.024-08:00

I never thought the day would come when I was finally old enough to think that highwater pants were acceptable.In the olden days, I wouldn't leave the house without wearing pants that were so long they dragged along the ground. But this morning, I slipped on some brown slacks that barely fell below the top of my shoes. And you know what? I realized that I wasn't going to die because I'd committed

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-29089150875629461532009-02-02T09:42:00.001-08:002009-02-02T09:43:07.841-08:00

The fax machine has to be the most evil technological invention since that stretching torture device thingy that was used in the Medieval ages. And yet, it has never been more necessary. I was attempting to send a 9-page fax this morning to save myself the trip of having to drive down to another suburb over 30 minutes away (the other choice being to take 2 hours to type up an alts email), and the

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-41640425693540121542009-01-30T07:16:00.000-08:002009-01-30T07:18:59.167-08:00

Do you ever realize how awesome of a person you are for doing something completely ordinary? Example- Today, I went to breakfast with my Aunt who is visiting KC for the week. I just thought I was waking up earlier than usual to meet her at the Classic Cup at 7 a.m.- sure, a struggle, but I figured that I never get to see her, so why not?Well, we go, and I come to work afterwards, and what dawns

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-62942956675249879902009-01-28T17:17:00.000-08:002009-01-28T17:31:09.284-08:00

So....does anyone else's eardrums/eyes bleed when they have to listen to/watch the new Manwich commerical? You know, the one that sings, "You don't have to be a man to like Manwich"? Here's two annoying girl(s) (is the person on the left a girl? I can't tell) sing it:Dumbest lyrics EVAR! However, there is a silver lining to this quandary. I googled 'Manwich' to find the commercial so I could

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-70130965048402360372009-01-27T13:41:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:45:16.911-08:00

I always thought that I lived a no-addiction lifestyle, but I was terribly, horribly wrong. It turns out, I have a plethera of addictions that I have been hiding for a long time. I think it's finally time to come clean.*1) Diet Soda. (I usually say pop, but 'Diet Pop' sounds weird). I've probably talked about this before. Diet Soda is something I would forsake before all others. Me and Diet Soda

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-37284864899406804312009-01-19T08:24:00.000-08:002009-01-19T08:25:23.516-08:00

My Daily Diary in Pictures: MomentileWant me to invite you? Let me know.

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-24678687920165923862009-01-15T15:54:00.000-08:002009-01-15T15:56:13.793-08:00

Is it weird that it's so cold outside today that when I scooped up Charlie's poop in an old Wal-Mart sack, I thought to myself, "Well, at least it's warm"?

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-48375214079843464322009-01-13T09:34:00.000-08:002009-01-13T09:36:24.108-08:00

My recent long hours of playing Guitar Hero have gotten me to thinking. Sometimes I think that I am a fat gamer stuck inside a normal looking girl's body. But don't let apparences fool you. I've loved dinosaurs, dragons, and TMNT ever since I can remember. The TCBY cake maker tried to talk me out of getting a dinosaur cake for my 8th birthday, because it was "for boys". But no, I could not be

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-29843396310820141582009-01-11T10:48:00.000-08:002009-01-11T11:03:05.613-08:00

I totally understand now why the suburbs are safer. Why there is less crime, assaults, break-ins, murders. It's because suburbanites are... kind of annoying. I do not doubt that the rogues out there don't want to spend their time breaking into Toyota Corollas or stealing a baby stroller from the Anderson's garage. The city is much more interesting. I'd rather beat up some sketchy homeless dude

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-74499678630339668452009-01-07T08:22:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:24:55.154-08:00

I really have to write about what happened to me last night. It was/is a horrific occurrence that shouldn't be experienced by anyone. I was doing my laundry, which took about 4-5 hours because I had 6 loads (I thought I would have 8). I know, you have a lot of questions now- Why do I wait so long? Why do I have so many clothes? Well, the answers are-- to avoid experiences like the one I had last

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-64398693325112258172009-01-02T07:37:00.000-08:002009-01-02T07:39:08.649-08:00

I can’t believe I did it. This year, I actually had a fun New Year’s. One that replaced the routine crying and yelling with a retro hip-hop band and fried macaroni & cheese triangles. Could life getting any better? I don’t really think so.Sure, I did get our cab driver lost on the way home, but I blame him, really. Who is he to be taking directions from someone who’s had 3 rum & cokes in a

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-37970666702649498502008-12-23T07:17:00.000-08:002008-12-23T08:13:38.459-08:00

Ways That Kansas Winters Have Made Me Into The Person I Am Today:- I tried to take out my gum while still wearing my gloves last night. Do you know what this means? This means that I wear gloves so much that they have become an extension of my hands. I can't even feel them anymore. Luckily, I looked down at my grey striped hand and realized that consequences of following through with the gum

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-30563038628675273852008-12-15T14:50:00.001-08:002008-12-15T14:51:00.241-08:00

As I was heading to the bathroom the other day, I realized that I deliberately avoided someone's eye contact by pretending to look at the suddenly absorbing piece of ugly watercolor art on the wall. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and saw that the person just thought I hadn't seen them, and that I was safe.It was just an automatic response- it's not that I don't like the person. For some

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-77496695181831425672008-12-13T17:55:00.001-08:002008-12-13T18:09:34.804-08:00

...how disgusting I am! The level of filth, dirt, and hair that I let accumulate in my apartment...I never knew I had such a disgusting vagabond hidden inside of me!I finally stopped wallowing in my winter blues today and began a total cleaning overhaul of my apartment. I only have a little 600 square foot studio, but somehow it took me 3 hours to clean everything, from the bathroom to changing

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-104844719215860522008-12-08T13:08:00.000-08:002008-12-09T09:04:31.046-08:00

I'd like to dedicate this post to one of my best friends, Bethaney, because she is surely my inspiration for many of my funny thoughts. One of these great and hilarious thoughts was Pirate Santa. What a concept; I thought, surely no one has ever thought of this before.Now, before you cry heresy and say I'm turning Santa into an evil pillager, I beseech you to think logically about this. Clearly,

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-24548158337258307652008-12-04T15:16:00.000-08:002008-12-04T15:31:29.983-08:00

Once you find something you are totally in love with, do you do use it over and over until you're absolutely sick of it? I do. Songs, food, movies, drinks, books-- I'm a habitual user until I can't stand to listen to/eat/watch/drink/read that thing again (well, at least for another couple of months or so).Some of my eating obsessions that have been exploited in the past include nutty bars, kroger

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-86785154042489259302008-12-03T07:55:00.000-08:002008-12-03T07:58:12.924-08:00

There is something that I've needed to come to grips with for about 6 months now, and with a new year coming up, I finally had the courage to admit something so sinister and horrific, I can barely believe it myself: I don't need a planner anymore. I'll repeat- I DON'T NEED A PLANNER ANYMORE. Terrifying, isn't it? I thought so to. I had eagerly been searching for one whenever I went into Barnes &

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-86386409579787596002008-12-02T15:23:00.000-08:002008-12-02T15:35:13.833-08:00

So I'm back from my 5 day jaunt to Las Vegas. I come back feeling like I need a hot shower and a lot more sleep to catch back up to my normal routine. You almost need a passport to visit Vegas- it's like a different country! I was so cut off from time, space, and everything in between. It is a big adjustment to come back here and have to go back to work, that's for sure.Some of my Vegas

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-60581995867617469182008-11-25T17:06:00.000-08:002008-11-25T17:44:32.100-08:00

...are possibly the best things created in the history of e-mail. They allow me to judge the e-mail (and therefore the recipient) correctly. Let's analyze my most recent subject line of an email for what it really means: 'Fwd: Amazing Grace'1. The 'Fwd:' precedent: this means you hold a special place in that sender's heart. It means you qualified to be on their forward list. Everyone has one-

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-41322366112278774902008-11-24T09:19:00.000-08:002008-12-02T14:03:58.824-08:00

I have to write quickly because I have so much at work to do today, since I'll be gone on Monday, our production deadline. I just wanted to write about a few things I noticed when I was driving 120 miles to go see my boyfriend for the weekend.I didn't leave Kansas City until 5:30, hence it was basically already dark. "Depressing", I thought at first. But the night started to pick up when I

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-71989429581817667262008-11-21T07:10:00.000-08:002008-11-24T09:22:15.860-08:00

Before I get started on writing a bio about a guy with the last name of Minks, I thought I’d write a few things down in here. While I am so glad it’s Friday, it seemed the hardest today to get myself out of bed and into motion, especially because I was having this crazy dream where my cousin was dating one of the Jonas Brothers and we were on their tour with them. Yeah. So, I already woke up in a

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-985869714420013152008-11-19T06:49:00.000-08:002008-11-19T07:21:37.683-08:00

I apologize again for my recent emoness. I've tried to seclude that part of myself away, ever since I dyed my hair black when I was 18 and walked to class listening to the Cure on repeat. But sometimes, it does jump out at me when I least expect it, calling to me using dirty tactics like my love for Dashboard Confessional and corduroys. Usually I can resist, listen to some MTV or Comedy Central,

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-103960749600674702008-11-17T06:34:00.000-08:002008-11-17T07:15:11.829-08:00

As soon as I was finished typing that entry last night, I crawled into bed and realized that I was going to Las Vegas in less than two weeks. And that I spent two weeks in Napa Valley/San Francisco/Phoenix in May, so why am I complaining? Sure, these aren't overseas trips, but I'm traveling, aren't I?And maybe if I stopped whining about how static my life is and instead starting saving for all

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-13958476164596670152008-11-16T19:54:00.001-08:002008-11-16T20:13:41.385-08:00

Is it possible to be completely happy while going through a bout of depression at the same time? That's how I feel. I feel like my desire to just be secure and safe has now made me feel trapped; suffocated in a life I always envisioned for myself but also is one that I don't envy. Sure, I have a job, a boyfriend, and a family that I love but I also think that I became a grown-up too quickly

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-30107485926103178112008-11-14T08:18:00.000-08:002008-11-14T09:19:26.870-08:00

You know you have cheated on your diet when you find powdered sugar stuck to the bottom of your shoe. A sad, but humbling experience, I'd recommend it to anyone who wants a constant reminder of their indiscretion and weakness for donut holes. :)I was thinking today about how many times and ways people 'cheat' or take shortcuts in order to get what they want. Sure, you want to lose weight, but

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-71464847317288574632008-11-12T07:28:00.000-08:002008-11-12T13:12:08.283-08:00

I miss college, if only for the staggered sleep schedule and the normality of getting drunk on a wednesday just because you only had one class the next day. As much as having a steady job with no other responsibilities rocks, there are so many memories from college that I know I will never again do now that I am an adult.The most obvious of these is when I drank with my mother. She is not a big

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-23980963114394940252008-11-10T14:44:00.000-08:002008-11-10T14:46:04.167-08:00

My dog is a 50 lb. Australian shepherd/German shepherd mix. I got him for $90 at the pound, where he was going to be put to sleep. What I don't understand is that disturbing new trend in dog breeding- mixing breeds and giving them cute names, then selling them for hundreds of dollars. These dogs are basically mutts! Sure, a 'goldendoodle' is really cute, but you can find the same damn dog at the

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-11006621579049530982008-11-09T20:50:00.000-08:002008-11-09T20:55:59.895-08:00

I re-discovered my love for classical music today. I guess Dexter's sister is good for something (yes, I'm just now watching season 2). I've always loved Moonlight Sonata, but I downloaded some Chopin (http://www.classiccat.net or http://music.download.com) and he's amazing.What is so beautiful about classical music is its ability to make you feel so much, even though their are no words. The

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-16200714136426765362008-11-08T16:11:00.000-08:002008-11-08T16:41:16.626-08:00

I was thinking about something the other evening while I was driving home. It was dark outside already (stupid winter and daylight savings time) and I noticed that one local pizza shop sign on the way home had part of their neon sign burned out. It caused a lot of questions to arise in my mind- why hadn't that been fixed yet? Did the shop owner know? Or did they just not care? Maybe the business

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-79610284079425417632008-11-06T11:43:00.000-08:002008-11-06T12:13:02.473-08:00

I am going to try to post more frequently, mostly because now that I am writing things down that occur to me in everyday life, I have an over-abundance of square pieces of paper with random things written on them, like ‘balloons at entrance’ and ‘handprint elevator’. It’s a secret code; maybe people will find them someday and think I was this brilliant eccentric writer who spoke in her own

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-23076885588767091262008-11-04T16:33:00.001-08:002008-11-04T16:42:20.307-08:00

I never thought I'd see the day where vests and tights/leggings were back in style. But let me tell you, I'm not going to say I'm mad about it. Ever since the 3rd grade, when my best friend Felicia and I would wear our matching needlepoint patterned vests to picture day, I secretly wished that vests would always be in style. And I did have to wait a few years, about 12 or so, until vests were

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-9149222267909805822008-08-19T07:23:00.001-07:002008-08-19T07:34:14.916-07:00

I realized last night that I really like living in a neighborhood where, when you look your worst, you fit right in. It's more comfortable. Another thing about living in a new city is the fact that you don't know anyone. While this may lead to the occasional lonely Saturday night, it's also awesome for going for a milk run in your Spongebob Squarepants pajama shorts or being able to explore new

Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03619800752797760389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517009985958623444.post-88745029823436799682008-08-15T09:41:00.000-07:002008-08-15T09:45:37.243-07:00

I've decided that there is too much slouching in this world. I'm going to be one less sloucher and try to sit up straight all day today. Of course, it's 20 minutes in and my back is already aching to go back to its humpback slump, but I am determined to fight this through.Not if only I could have fought the urge to stave off those powdered doughnuts this morning. Even though they were

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Why are human beings so self-depricating? I think that sometimes I like to punish myself, mostly because it is somehow sub-conciously more rewarding than working hard for the results that I actually want.Case in point: eating fast food when I really want to lose weight. Saying I'll only eat half the meal and then eating 80% of it. Feeling crappy the rest of the day because I caved in and bought/

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Sure, it sounds like something your grandmother would request when you offer to get her groceries, but never underestimate this amazing cereal. Part oats & honey, part amazing, this cereal scoffs at the need for milk and does well just dry on its own. It does cost about $5 for about a Grape Nuts size box, but the fabulousness totally overrides any budgetary concerns one may have.Besides having

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So, I'll admit. I subscribe to Oprah Magazine. Before you judge me, you should take a look at it yourself. O has everything in a magazine that you could ever want- personal wellness, fun stuff to buy (or look at, in accordance with my post earlier), household tips, etc. And believe me, I know what makes a magazine worth reading- I have NINE magazine subscriptions. Yes. NINE. Pretty ridiculous.

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Johnny Cash once said, "One more possession is just another stick to beat yourself with."There are so many things in our culture that we just simply don't need. That faux broze statue of an Egyptian god? That really isn't doing you any favors in your suburban home. Or what about that itchy wool blanket that no one can bear to use, but you keep around because your Uncle's cousin's friend gave it

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There are so many things that I notice now that I am in a different city. I notice how people go out of their way to help someone else, like the guy that was just getting off his shift at Target but spent 15 minutes trying to fix my windshield wiper blades for me; or people who just hold the door open for you or give you directions when you are lost. In a world where people are more selfish than

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The sunlight hits your tent just right Its shiny beams remind you to start the day (and what a beautiful more-than-normal day it will be) The Rocky Mountains insert themselves into the horizon The surrounding wilderness is heaven on earth, yet time waits for no man (but when you’re camping, it may slow down a little) The sweat begins to bead like a

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I could be the editor-in-chief for Cosmopolitan Magazine, living the life I always dreamed in a New York City penthouse, with a perfectly trained Charlie-dog and another trained mutt just for spice. I could have my assistant take them to doggy day care every day, and spent the evenings in jazz clubs with a front row seat.But, even if I had all this seemingly well-solidified success, there are

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