Halloween

Well I am a little late on posting this, but Halloween was so fantastic I thought I should share it. Here is a picture just to give you a little taste of how magnificent it was.

Halloween started out as a perfectly normal day. I'm not kidding when I say a perfectly normal because I totally, and completely forgot it was Halloween. I sat in my car, turned on the radio and the first thing the overly peppy radio man says is "Happy Halloween". Crap! Since I have perfectly calculated my morning routine into a 25 minute process, I only give myself about 10 precise minutes to get ready each morning, I was going to be late to work if I didn't start driving immediately.

I had an internal battle for about 30 seconds on whether or not I should whip up a costume and be late to work, or just be a party pooper and not dress up. I decided on the later and backed out of my driveway and drove cheerfully to work.

The closer and closer I got to work the more I desperately wished I would have grabbed a costume...I am suppose to be the "young spry chicken, who parties too much" according to the old ladies I work with. How am I suppose to rise to their expectations with no costume. 

Plus after years and years of observation, I have learned that there are only two people in this world...the partiers and the party poopers. I was putting myself into the pooper category by not dressing up. I'M TO YOUNG TO BE IN THE POOPER BOX! My heart is 100%, Absolutely, positively  definitely in the party category but who would believe me when I showed up...costumeless. This was bad. 

Then i spotted it! My soccer bag! I totally had all of my soccer clothes for our indoor game in my back seat. Bless my heart. I subconsciously prepared for Halloween with out even knowing it ;).

So I quickly changed and was an "intrumerals soccer player" for work. But wait, I know what your thinking "Aren't you wearing a fantastic Safari adventurer outfit in your picture." Well...yes I am, I drove straight to the DI after work and found that beauty.

Jacy, Rachel and I decided that we were going to celebrate Halloween by going swing dancing after Jacy and I's indoor soccer game. We barely won KICKED TRASH! in that game, rushed home and drove straight to the dance.

Country swing dancing is a blast! But this is our third week going and we are definitely beginners. We see people doing moves like this...

  

And this...

And we are over here...like this...

It's the truth...

But one day, we will be pros ;) We are mostly there to scope out the hot cowboys and potential eternal companions.

 The only problem with swing dancing is that it is inside and with all those hot, sweaty country bodies swinging around (not in a dirty way, you sicko) it gets dang hot hotter than the sun real quickly. Especially after playing an intense, butt whooping soccer game right before. I have to resort to only dancing one dance and spending the next two drying off. But still fun ;)

Things were going great. I had been cheerfully swinging, laughing and spraying potential soul mates with my sweat until jacy and Rachel both had been asked to dance and I found myself awkwardly standing alone.

 I was caught in the middle of debating on whether I should pretend the group of girls next to me where my friends or to stay put and hope some guy would feel bad for me and ask me to dance, when this broad shouldered, tall, manly man came up to me with his friend. "Are you Amish? " he said laughing and then pointed to his friend and says,"would you like to dance with my friend chad?" It took me almost a full minute to realize that his Amish comment was referred to my costume, and it took me another full minute to realize that his friend, who had been holding onto his arm with both eyes closed, was blind. Before I could finish both trains of thought i said sure...

So in a confused daze I walked to the middle of the dance floor with Chad holding onto my arm. Not saying anything he started swinging my around with  pretty good coordination. I hate awkward silences, so i started trying to think about something Chad and I could talk about. But I was drawing a blank. I COULD NOT think of what to say. Which is usually pretty rare for me...It's pretty hard to get me to zip it when I am dancing with new people. But I don't really know any blind people.

I remember meeting a blind kid in 6th grade. I was a student body officer (what ever the heck that was)(in 6th grade I seriously didn't know what a student body officer was an how i became one....)  n.e. ways the other "student body officers" and I were in a early morning meeting making posters for an assembly. I remember the blind kid was there and he super smart. He could guess right every time what we dropped onto his desk. I then remember watched these really mean kids harassing him and making him guess what color of marker they were scribbling on his arm. I also remember them hitting his desk to try and scare him. Why are kids so terrible?!  

So all I know about blind people is that they are really smart and are perfectly normal people like me. So we probably could talk about anything. (except mean kids picking on him) I just really, really didn't want Chad to think I was an idiot. (or one of the kids that bullied him, cause I remember I wasn't mean...but i didn't stop the kids from being mean. Which is just as bad.)(Oh my gosh! I'm a terrible person!) . And before I could figure out if I really was a terrible person, or if i have changed since 6th grade, or what I could start talking to chad about, my brain started going into panic mode. 

How do i start the conversation? what do i say? Will it be ok if we don't talk the whole time? what if i offend him? what if chad was the blind kid in 6th grade? what if he knows it was me who didn't stop the kids from bullying him?!! Just compliment him on his dancing and he will never suspect you...and before my brain decided on what to say my mouth decided to practically yell "SO YOUR NAME IS CHAD?!" Why the crap are you yelling at him Kelcey he's not deaf!

Chad:whispers something inaudible.

Me: (still in a super loud voice) MY NAME IS KELCEY.

Chad:whispers again something I can't hear. maybe he is talking quiet to get me to talk quiet. but yet again i yell.

Me: THAT'S COOL?! SO DO YOU COME TO THESE DANCES OFTEN? yeah that's good, now you can compliment him on his dancing.

Chad:yes.

Me: I CAN TELL, YOU ARE REALLY GOOD AT *oft* just as i was about to finish my compliment he smacks my arm against my forehead and almost knocks off my hat. 

Me: haha, haha ha ha I'm wearing a hat. What?!

Chad: says nothing...

Me: (go back to yelling) SO WHERE ARE YOU FROM CHAD?!

Chad: Bear lake

Me: I hear it's beautiful there! oh my heck did i say that out loud? no, oh praise the heavens...THAT'S COOL, I'M FROM WASHINGTON.

Chad: So do you like dogs?

Me: I LOVE DOGS! why can't i control the volume of my voice?

Chad: I have a service dog.

Me: AW, WHAT KIND OF DOG IS IT? oh no! does he know what kind of dog it is? did somebody tell him? 

Chad:She is a golden lab, and retriever mix.

Me: AW THAT'S COOL. 

then the songs ends...

Me: Well thanks for the dance. oh now i can talk normal.

I run and chuck Chad and all the bad memories back to his friend and hide in a corner the rest of the night. Sometimes I should not be allowed in public...

Besides chad reminding me how much of an idiot i am (and how I am a non bulling stopper). Halloween was fantastic!

Progress

Progress, oh that is a lovely word. I didn't really appreciate this word much. But after spending about 7 months in a rut this word rings joyous bells in my heart.

If you remember from my previous post, I have a huge pile of paper work to sort out in my brain. For the longest time I just let it pile up and I was  a little nervous, TERRIFIED to even look into that room. But I am happy to report that not only have I stepped into the room, but I took it upon myself to do some fall cleaning. I even removed some of the paper work.

A file that has been collecting for FOUR years has been put into a box and literally been buried into the ground. 

With the help of Kurt and Terena's wonderful family we had a burial service for this paperwork (memories). I said some words, wiped away a few tears, and let go.

It feels fantastic. 

So fantastic

To be making progress...

Here are some pics of the service

I'd like to thank everyone who helped make this possible for me. I couldn't have done it with out you.

Love Kelcey

That One Thing...

I have been thinking a lot lately (so much it's probably getting to a point where it is bad for my health) about what I want to do with my life... 

You think since I am on my third year of being moved out and this is my second semester taken off of school that, that would have been plenty of time to discover my calling in life, career wise...but no, here I sit confused as ever.

The thing is I haven't found that one thing... Well, I'm not sure if I have found it or not...The thing that defines who I am.

 At some point in everyone's life they become something. Like they become a Business man or an Artist, a Mom or something like a Radiologist, a Teacher, or how about a Marine Biologist, an Adventurer, a Counselor, a Doctor, Ski bum, or a Dentist...

 They all find that one thing and then they know what they are suppose to be when they grow up. 

When in the world do you figure out what that thing is that helps you become what you are suppose to be?! Some people seemed to be born with that figured out. Do you just make a list of the things you love the most and find a career in that? Or do you find something you're really good at?  Or find something that you would be the most successful in and have lots of job security and make lots of money? OR do you find something that you love, that you will make lots of money, and that your really good at...

Is that even POSSIBLE?!

Another thing I'd like to know is do you keep doing school and trying different things until you figure it out? I mean that isn't just some pocket change that I have lying around. School is  A LOT of money.  

Do you just save up your money until you know...

Also I'd like to know if you have to be just one thing? What if I want to be more than one thing?

.

So if you were wondering why I only have my life planned up to December and I still don't know what I'm gonna do it's because I have these questions plus a billion more running through my head...

It's like an explosion of paperwork went off in my head and while I'm trying to sift between what documents go into my brain file and what papers go into my heart file, and what goes into the talents, passions, worries, hopes, and the dreams files there are boys, friends, family members, bills, homework, drama, and ultimately life who keep rudely stepping on those papers, distracting me, spilling and knocking over all the files I already organized. Life is running around in my brain, like a crazy ape unorganizing and destroying everything just as fast as I figure out and file something in it's proper place!!!

And just when I don't think it could get any worse or any crazier I realize that, on hey here is a whole other room with another explosion of paper work. This one is fulled with the possibilities of going on a mission, traveling the world, becoming a bum, or just screwing everything and marrying someone rich...

One thing is for sure, both rooms scare the crap out of me...and right now I am spending most of my time in the coasting room. But the more I coast the more I sweat and worry about the other two rooms. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm super happy and I am absolutely loving life right now. 

I just know that the clock is ticking everyday and I'm getting closer an closer to when I'm gonna have to face those rooms. I'll probably procrastinate as much as possible and then I'll run at them head first into that horrific explosion and organize it best I can and then pray that I'll find that one thing. I might have to go through the mission room first, but I know somehow, someway I'll make it work. 

For the time being I have decided to live by these three quotes. 

Well that's my venting craziness for now. Wish me luck.

Kelcey

The Kick off Weekend for Safari Saturdays!

Rachel, Jacy and I discovered one day that we all had a pair of safari pants. It went something like this...I was sitting at Jacy and Rachel's apartment kitchen table, and Rachel walks out stating that she is going to wear her safari pants (the ones her mother hates) to her Planet Earth class that day. She said it would help her be more intimate with the biosphere. I laughed and said hey I have a pair of pants like those and I think so does Jacy. WE should get matching safari sandals! Then one thing lead to another and we came up with the idea of making every Saturday from here on out a Safari Saturday. Basically we do awesome outdoor, fun, adventures while wearing safari attire. Here is our kick off weekend in Jackson Hole, Wyoming over Memorial weekend. 

Cliff Jumping into Phelps Lake (Me)

Lexi and the girl who Mooned us (I forget

her name haha) are  on the left. 

Jacob flying like an eagle on the right with Samari Marc :)

The water was fre-re-Freezing!!

Marc

                            Nacho Dive!

  

  

 Marc totally fit into jacy's board shorts haha We all died laughing. I can't laugh to much cause Jacy is two sizes smaller than me haha.

 Joe, you can almost hear his war cry. haha

 

Marc and Kelcey, being sexy as usual.

This is Rachel. Oh man I was so proud of her for jumping. She was scared out of her mind and she was last to go but she DID IT!!! We all owed her a bag of peanut butter M&M's. I don't think there are many things Rachel wouldn't do for a bag of those Delicious treats ;)

Then we almost got eaten by a bear. Seriously! We were walking to Phelps lake on this little dirt trail when all the sudden these people were shoos-hing us and tell us to stop walking and then literal ten feet in front of us a big black bear walks on the path right in front of us. We all were quiet and watched what it was doing. It started heading towards us and Marc told us to go back. We booked it back to the road(which you aren't suppose to run haha but we panicked). Then these random strangers in their truck opened their doors and yelled "Get in!" All twelve us scrambled in, on and on top of this truck. Then the bear walked on its merry way down to this tree that it started chompin on it. It was CRAZY! I have never been that close to a bear before. Man It could have been bad if those people didn't stop of us from walking right on top of it.

Then we floated the river in our lifejackets

Devin, Jacob, Jacy, Kelcey, Rachel

We have no idea how cold its gonna be haha

This is our Fantastic Safari dinner! So Delicious! 

And here is the rest of the pics of our adventures :)

oh i forgot to mention we hit up an 80's dance on friday night. We look Hott! 

So, obviously you can tell that our first Safari Saturday (plus Sunday and Monday) was a complete success! We had a blast and there will be many many safari Saturdays to come!!

peace and blessings love 

Kelcey