Monday, February 28, 2011

Mom's Un-forgetable Birthday 2-28-2000


Today is February 28, my mom's birthday.  I love my mom to death!  She's such an amazing person.  She's so talented... she's an artist, a pilot, and is very witty.  I love her so much.  On this February 28 (which it's actually March 1st but technically not because I haven't been to sleep yet and so February 28 still continues on through the night) I'm reflecting back to a birthday... her birthday about, oh, 9 years ago....

I was 14 years old and had already come home from school and was making my mom her birthday cake (yellow cake with chocolate frosting- her favorite.)  Home alone, I was in the kitchen, and had already put the cake in the oven... when I heard the door bell ring.  I ran to the door, and seeing how it wasn't locked I slowly locked it as I peeped through the peep-hole to see who was there.  There was a man there, at the door, with a gun.

I quickly ran upstairs, not knowing what to do, I smacked myself and said, "Kelsy!! There's A MAN AT THE DOOR WITH A GUN!!!" I ran back downstairs to call 9-1-1.  I realized that by having a phone with a cord in the kitchen, the man could easily come around the side gate and see me through the windows.  So I set the phone on the counter and ran back to my room, which was right next to the front door, hid in my closet, wall right next to the front door, as I keep hearing it being pounded over and over again, "Let me in!! I know you're in there!!" (PS... What idiot is going to just open the door to a guy with a gun tell them to let him in?  Just a side-note...)

I began bawling, praying with more pleading help than I have ever prayed for in my life.  My life was going to be over.  He was going to get in and find me in the closet.

After a period of time I heard nothing, but two pounds on the door.  I figured if it was the police, they would say, "Police!"  (I don't know why, it's not like in Home Alone when the police showed up at the MacAllister's home they said police... because they didn't.) I crawl out of my room to get a peek at what is going on, and I see two shadows of people walking in the backyard, I freak out, and run straight back to my hiding spot in my closet.

I wait what seemed like a century later, only to realize, that the cake is still in the oven!! Who knows how long I had been hiding in the closet for, I was going to burn the house down!  I snuck out to see if anyone could see me, quickly turned off the oven, hung up the phone, sprinted to get the portable phone and ran to my closet again to call the police.  All in record timing with my hard beating as fast as a drum.

I called the police and the lady on the phone said the police had already shown up to my house but would be showing up again and to stay on the phone with her until they showed up.  They showed up alright.  Only this time, it was just one black and white with a couple of cops.  They brought their K-9 crew.  I began to bawl as I saw them at the door and explained to them what had happened, they quickly searched the entire house and backyard.

Since I was home alone, they asked if they should stay until my parents came, I informed them that I could stay with my neighbors, as they are escorting me up my driveway to my neighbors' home, my dad is walking down the driveway (we have a long driveway...) so and completely confused because of the 6 black and whites, with a k-9 unit, parked in front of our home... and seeing his little girl running toward him crying.

The first time the cops had come by, it was just one cop car.  The second time I called, they sent 6.

Later on my mom came home, I'm pretty sure the cake didn't burn but was under-done... but we decided to go out to eat at Chili's.  I don't remember anything else of the night.  I do remember that I slept on floor by my mom's side of the bed for the next two weeks.

Come to find out later on...

My mom's friend Holly has a son named Spencer.  Spencer was probably about 5 at the time?  Holly had come by that afternoon of February 28, 2000, to drop off a birthday present for my mom.  Trying to let Spencer be a big boy, she sent him in with the gift for my mom.  He had heard someone inside and knew someone was there.  So when he finally came back out to the car he said, "Someone's in there but they're not answering," he and Holly left.

My paranoia during the time of the kidnapping of Elizabeth Smart was so great that it caused me to believe a 5 year old with a birthday present knocking at the door because he could hear me was a grown man with a gun banging on the door to come in.

(As I type this story, I look over to see if my front door is locked... it wasn't. I guess somethings never change...)




Happy Birthday Mom!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Happiness is...



When I was younger, a kid in my Sunday school class's mom had all of us sing 'Happiness' that was sung in Charlie Brown. I still remember my line today, 'Happiness is catching a butterfly and setting it free.'

Here's my list of what happiness is this week.

Happiness is what I feel right now. Getting done watching 3 episodes of maybe one of the funniest TV shows with my roommate. Going to work and being offered a job position I wanted. Happiness is the feeling I get after a good work out at the gym. A day of eating right. Happiness is in finding ways to serve without having to ask. Happiness is speaking Spanish. A well deserved night at the temple. Happiness is a short drive for a good afternoon ski session. It's being the last one on the ski lift, knowing I got my moneys worth of runs in. It's finally being able to understand math. Happiness is a new pair (or 5) of shoes. Happiness is the feeling that someone else gives you something totally unexpectedly, just because. Happiness is enjoying the presence of those I work with. It's being busy, and knowing I'm making a difference. Happiness is found in the mailbox, with a car tag to put on my license plate. It's getting the second glance from that cute guy I walked by. It's getting 2 teenage boys dancing in their car at night trying to get my attention. Happiness is in the green light when I'm in a rush to work. Its the surprise complimentary lunch in the breakroom. It's found in the peace of ear plugs at night. Happiness is on a ski chair lift, in dancing to the tunes on my iPod, without a care in the world.

Happiness found me in random and unexpected ways this week. Amazing how much happiness there is that the Lord has in store for us, when we choose to recognize it. My life isn't perfect, but it's happy. And I'm definitely happy!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Happy Single-Awareness Day!



Really?  Is it really that bad being single?  I don't think so...  I'm totally enjoying it and I think that it's perfectly ok for there to be a "special" day for all the couples that want to enjoy it.  Granted, I think that love should be shown on every other day of the week, not just on Valentines Day or your anniversary, Christmas, a birthday or the ultimate lovers day, Labor Day.  


I guess I'd sing a different tune if I had just got out of a relationship, but I haven't, so I'm not.  It gives me an excuse to buy a cute heart-dish and fill it with conversations hearts to share with my roomies.  Besides, holidays are fun!


But hey, Happy Valentines Day to all you lovers out there, and Happy Single-Awareness Day to all those who listen to the cheesy love-songs after dark on the radio.


(Any Valentines Day is incomplete without See's candies!)

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Life lessons from 80's songs

Sometimes I find that I am too legit, too legit to quit.  So I can't get down on myself and think I'm no longer legit, no longer legit so I must quit.

Just tonight as I was listening to my itunes, I realized, that I'm no longer holding out for a hero.  Where have all the good men gone? No street-wise Hercules, no white knights upon a fiery steed.  Nope.  If I keep holding out for that kind of hero I'll be waiting forever.

I'm working for the man, holding on to what I got, and just living on a prayer.  A prayer made consistently throughout the day.  I'll make it, I swear!

Beware of strange men that ask you to pour some sugar on them.

Harry, who has a cousin named Larry, (who in 5 days from now is gonna marry), I'd worry about the best man who's hoping he can make it to the ceremony if he can... he wants to hook up with the bride.

Beware of anyone named Janie.  Most likely they've got a gun.

If I bob my head to "What is Love" I might end up coming up with a crazy idea for a backwards/inside-out dance club.

If there's a problem, yo- I'll solve it. Word to your mother.

Who's Jessie's girl and what does she have that I don't??

And... my personal favorite.
.... no really, I love this song.  I blast it in my car anytime it comes on.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Sam's Club Item Sampler of the Week!

If there's anything I eat that makes me think it's Christmas time, it's PISTACHIOS! This is due to Santa filling our stockings with pistachios each Christmas.  I love pistachios, and only eat them during Christmas time. But, I've made a wonderful discovery, they are called WONDERFUL SHELLED PISTACHIOS! 
 Yes my friends, they are already de-shelled and ready to pop into your mouth!! No more trying to dig your thumbnail into the tightly shut shell to get the wonderful and glorious nut.  And get this, they're only like $2 more than the regular bag of shelled pistachios- and you get like twice as much because of no need for shell space!! How wonderful is that?!


This is how I feel when I put a pistachio in my mouth.