Sunday, February 18, 2018

Fast Forward 3 Years!

Wait... Is it really you? Yes, my friends and followers. It is me. I am back.  I have been continually reminded about my blog I used to update so long ago, and how I miss being able to do it.  So here I am.  I've spent most of my evening looking through old posts and reminiscing on times gone by.  I love how I have digital evidence of memories long ago, things I've almost forgotten!

Who am I now?

Well, if you're seeing my most recent post before this, you might be asking, "Did you really stay off facebook?" The answer is a loud and resounding... no.  But I still dream of a day when Facebook is not so crazy with politics, perfect people, and debates.

To answer your question, I am still me.  I'm just 3 years older, and quite frankly a lot has changed.  I still have my amazing nieces and nephews, and no, none of my siblings had anymore kids! That's ok, I think 8 is a good number! I am permanently employed for an Insurance Company and quite content there.  They have been really good to me, and which leads me to my biggest announcement. I am back in school!

The past 2 years I took the plunge and started working towards a degree at a local community college.  I have been taking night classes and online classes while working full-time and somehow maintaining a life! I have finished my Human Resource Management Certificate, and I am about half-way through my Associates in Business.

Life has been crazy indeed these past 3 years, and they have probably been my most eye-opening, life-learning, and all around hardest years to date.  But, I've learned a lot.  I've grown a lot, and I know progress has been made. In all honesty, in looking back at my old posts I see someone totally different.  A girl who saw life in a completely different lens then I do now.  I remember being her.  I am still her in a lot of ways, but there is also a sense of inescapable realism that has surfaced.

While the past 3 years have been my biggest struggle yet, I am still a believer in second, or millionth chances.  My biggest lesson I've learned is that failure is NOT the end! It's only the beginning.  How many times did Martin Luther King, Jr., or Abraham Lincoln, or many other influential people hit a wall, but still powered on?  Millions of lives have changed because they didn't give up, they didn't stop at failure, they tried and tried again.  They persevered.  So here I am, through my failures and shortcomings, I get back up, wipe the dust off my pants, and put one foot in front of the other.  I have a few wrinkles, and even some grey hair starting to peak through, but those are my warrior marks.  I'll gladly show them proud!

Welcome to my life, Ladies and Gentlemen.  Buckle up! It's going to be a wild ride!

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Facebook No More

I've decided to do the unimaginable, at least for some.  I deactivated my Facebook account.  It's been the most relieving, most freeing 2 days of my life.  My reasons for deactivating my Facebook account were numerous.   I know you are curious as to why, so I'll explain some of my reasoning below. 

1) Waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much drama. I can spend hours on Facebook and see all the status posts about how life is horrible, this person did that, this person did this, and "OMG! You are the worst friend ever, you know who you are!"  No thanks. I'm good.

2) Everyone's opinions are shoved down your throat, and if you believe otherwise, you are a "Hater".  I think everyone has gone through this, especially with the turn of events these past couple months with gay marriage, and such.  I'm sorry but both parties, no matter what they believe can be guilty of being a so called "Hater".  What happened to respecting other people's opinions? Why is it that everyone should believe what you believe, and if they don't believe what you believe, they are a horrible person.  It's all over Facebook right now and I can't stand it anymore.  I will believe what I believe, and that's that.  If you want to believe something else, that is your prerogative, but please, don't post all over Facebook saying that I'm a hater. 

3) Facebook stalks you...A lot.  I love the security measures they put into play, protecting yourself from other people looking at your Facebook.  Seems more like a diversion from the real issue, Facebook can look at your profile, use your profile information for all sorts of data and studies that suits their fancy.  Did you know, Facebook did a study where they could tell who your next significant other would be based on the amount of Facebook contact messages/posts/likes, you did with people? I don't know about you, but I don't want anyone analyzing my Facebook profile for frivolous information like that. 

4) Facebook gives out your Internet browsing history to adds.  Ever noticed how when you look at a specific site, all of the Facebook adds on your page now market that same site you looked at?  Dare you to try it.  Look at some diamond rings or something and log into Facebook.  See for yourself.  Again, I don't need Facebook giving out my browsing history to other parties. 

5) I want my time back.  These days, everyone, including myself, talks about how there is not enough time in their day.  Time is a fleeting moment, that keeps ticking no matter what you're doing. The things that you use your time for, is the time you'll never get back.  I've been feeling a lot lately that Facebook takes too much of my time.  I will admit it, I was addicted.  As I mentioned earlier in this post, I can sometimes spend hours on Facebook.  What do I have to show for it? Guilt, jealousy (Hey! I'm human!), frustration, and maybe some interesting news here and there.   Facebook consumes me, and my life is passing by.  One of these days, I'm going to wish I had that time back and used it for more valuable things.  Heck, I already do. 

So there you have it, 5 of the main reasons I gave up Facebook.  I'll tell you, there will definitely be things I will miss on Facebook. My family is spread out all over, some in different countries, some in different states, some three doors down.  Seeing pictures of my family and my adorable little nieces and nephew were what kept me on Facebook so long.  It will be hard to not have access to that.   Facebook had a great idea, but I feel like the meaning behind Facebook's creation has been slighted.

It's been a huge relief to not have Facebook anymore.  I feel like I still have some sanity left! I personally love it and don't have any plans of going back anytime soon.  I will miss you my dear friends, let's grab a coffee sometime to catch up!

P.S: For those of you who've kept up with my blog via Facebook, you'll need to follow my blog in order to get updates on new posts! Thanks for being a dedicated follower!

Friday, June 20, 2014

Drifted Apart

You might be thinking, "You...are writing a blog post about divorce? You've never even dated!" You are right.  I have never dated.  I don't like to hold it against myself. :)  Leading a single life leads me to look at the lives all around me.  I see people all the time and watch what they do.  I look at how they live and how they work on their relationships from an outside perspective.  Little do I know what's actually going on behind closed doors and sometimes divorce is a necessary thing but regardless, I feel like divorce is a huge issue that is progressively becoming more wide spread.

I look at so many celebrities now a days who are divorcing for seemingly no reason.  They always release the statement, "Irreconcilable differences" and say "We remain best friends but have drifted apart" This is where my passion against divorce stems.   Who has ever known relationships to be easy?  I am 26 years old and I have been a best friend, good friend, just friends, an acquaintance, to that awkward bubbly girl always laughing.  It took me a long time to realize what true friendship really was.  My best friend, Liz, taught me that.  We have been through so many things together.  We've even conquered long distance relationships.  She was in Ghana and I was back home in America.  This lasted for 2 years.  During that time, I feel like we grew closer and not farther apart.  We both realized the value in our friendship and we worked hard at keeping in contact.  We have been brutally honest with each other, and we have goofed around and laughed so hard at seemingly the stupidest things.  That is why we are best friends.  How easy it would have been to have hugged her goodbye that day she left for Ghana and given up when our internet and phone connections would fail.  When we couldn't talk to each other for days or weeks.  Through the tough times, and through many trials and tribulations, we came out of that 2 year separation stronger friends then we were before.

Where is the commitment? What happened to the vow, "Through good times and bad, in sickness or in health, till death do us part" Why even stand in front of a church or pastor, friends and family and proclaim a promise that you will be together for the rest of your lives when so many today are giving up hope after a year, 2 years, 5 years, 20 years, and even 30.

Please don't give in to the lie of drifting apart.  Every relationship will drift apart if you let it.  It means one or both of you have gotten lazy and don't want to try and more.  Maybe it's the appeal of finding someone else out there, something new, maybe the same old same old... simply got old.  Maybe you never did anything at all and the love you shared for each other seemed to have vanished.  Regardless, you have made a promise, a vow before God and witnesses that you would help each other and be by each other through the bad times, and not just the good times.  That means, when the water well runs dry, you get more water to fill it.  Do what you have to do, work as hard as you have to work.  Stay together for your family, for your sake, and for hundreds of people who look up to you.

Please keep in mind, I never tolerate abuse.  Divorce in some situations is inevitable.   I would never tell someone to not get divorced when they are getting beaten.  In fact I would say, "Run! Get out of there! You deserve so much better than that!"  I am mainly speaking in regards to those that say they fell out of love with someone and no longer wish to be with them.  I highly encourage you before you say, "I do" to really look inside yourself and say, "Will I fight for this person, Do I cherish and love them enough to really spend the rest of my life with them and build a family together?"   If you have doubts, then don't do it.  Be sure! This vow is not to be taken lightly!

I always love it when I see an elderly couple holding hands and walking down the street.  How sweet to see they still got it after so many years.   Kissing in the park even! They act as if they were newlyweds, but instead they have been together for 40+ years. What an accomplishment! Especially for now-a-days.   You too can be that statistic, that elderly couple walking and kissing in the park.  Work hard! You can do this.  But realize, marriage takes work.  It is and never will be easy.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Is it Enough?

I have a friend I have known for several years, her name is Leah.  She is a joyful person, has a great smile, and her talent in drawing is of prodigy proportions.  I love her goofy sense of personality.  Mainly because I am goofy, we can be goofy together.  Last year I was informed that Leah had been missing for the last 2 years in sex slavery.   Heart wrenching isn't it?  Tell me about it.  Someone with so much potential who has been snatched up into a world she has no control off, a world she can't get out off.  I sit here and I pray and I pray that God delivers her out of her bondage.  Lord only knows what kind of torture she must be going through.  I always wonder though, What can I do?

Pray? Sure I can pray.  Is it enough?  I don't mean to minimize the power of prayer.  Prayer is what connects us to someone who can actually do something.  Prayer is our way of interceding for those who are lost.  Prayer provides miracles.  So I will continue to pray and to pray, but why do I get this sinking feeling I am still not doing enough?   Today is Leah's birthday and we're at almost 3 years since she's been missing.  A few of my friends mentioned her in a post on facebook, so I posted something too in hopes that maybe enlisting the prayers of others; we can petition the Creator of the Universe to free her from those that enslave her.

I really have noticed that as humans, we really cannot grasp the reality of human trafficking.  We cannot put ourselves in that person's shoe to catch a glimpse of what amount of torture they are in fact dealing with on a day to day basis.  We've tuned it out.  Human trafficking is such a monumental problem, that to one person, fixing it seems an almost impossible task.  So we've learned to silence the heartbreaks of others in an effort to protect our own sanity.  One can only bear so much compassion before they start to break.  But we can't! We mustn't! The lives of so many men, women, and children are depending upon the few and brave to stand up and free them.  Not everyone is called to be on the front lines, don't get me wrong.  But I still believe that we can still do something.  We can volunteer our time, raise awareness, donate, or just plain be involved.

My sheepish little facebook post requesting for prayer my seem small, but to God it's something.  He is one person I know who CAN handle the pain that everyone is going through, and He is one person I know who can actually DO something about it.  So I will pray, pray, and pray some more.  I will request people to pray for her, I will post her prayer request on every prayer board  I can in  hopes that I may hear the news that she is returned, safe and sound, in the caring arms of those who love her.  

I challenge you to not numb the pain that others are going through.  I challenge you to actually step inside the world of what someone else may be experiencing.  Compassion leads to action.  Just maybe you can be the difference in someone else's life.  And if you don't mind saying a prayer for my friend, Leah.  I will forever be grateful. 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Playing Mom

I can't believe it has been 6 months since my last post.  Life has been crazy busy and I feel horrible that I haven't been able to keep up with my blog.  I dearly miss it.  I hope everyone is well. 

My sister had back surgery about a week and a half ago.  She suffered from her two lower vertebrae in her spine closing together and pinching the nerves in between.  The doctors have done an amazing job in fixing it however the recovery is not as smooth.  Due to the nerves being pinched for so long, they are now trying to adapt to the new found space.  This causes inflammation, numbness and severe pain in her legs.  One she was not expecting.  I am here helping her take care of her kids for a week.  It's been fun to not think about work for a week and spend time with 3 little blondies whom I dearly love. 

Playing "Mom" for a week has been enjoyable for me.  It's fun to see what the a stay at home mom really does in a day.  Preparing 3 meals a day, doing the dishes, dressing the kids, changing diapers, taking my nephew to the bus stop, going to the community center for playtime, playing with Barbie's with my niece and Lego's with my nephew, going to the library for storybook time, picking up my nephew from the bus stop, doing homework, putting them down for naps, and yet finding time to eat my cold lunch which usually ends up being a sandwich that was chowed down during spare time. 

WOOFTA, that's all I got to say.  Stay-at-home Mom's have their work cut out for them.  I'm not even doing the laundry! All in all with Friday being my last day of taking care of them, this has been a fun week! I sincerely love being a stay at home "Mom" if I can even call my self that.  Every moment has been encouraging for me.  Sure, I have been tired and sometimes wondered how many times I've sat down to only get up 5 seconds later.   Sure, I 've had my fair share of crying, but I've also had my fair share of laughing.  Each moment with them is now a cherished memory.  Ones I would have missed out on had I not been here to take care of them. 

I've gone without make up, and my hair flat or in a pony tail feeling like I look like a dump, and my precious 3 year old niece cuffs her hands around my face and says, "Kelley, you are so pretty" I've never felt so beautiful.   One day we were playing play-doh.  We were building everything from toilets to houses, and even spaghetti.  My niece would show me a lump of dough and say, "Look Kelley! A pancake!"  While we were still playing with our play-doh, my 5 year old nephew laid his head on my shoulder and said, "Thanks Kelley for a fun day!"   It's these moments that make this week, wonderful.  It makes it all worth while.  To see the smile and sheer joy as my little 1 1/2 year old niece comes running to me for a hug.  I love those kids, to the moon and back. 

I've always known I wanted to be a mother, and I've always known that being a stay at home mom was the only "job" I have ever wanted.  Somehow this week has only confirmed that.  I can't wait for the day when I find my self staying home with my own family.   What a day that will be. 

Saturday, September 21, 2013


I am one of those people where I need change to happen every once in a while.  I remember nights where I had to sleep on the opposite side of the bed or on the couch just because my body wanted something different before it would let itself doze off.  I've always been excited about change, the prospect of new opportunities, growth, and exciting things.  I would move anywhere in a heartbeat.  I guess I'm getting to the point where I want change in life.  A change in pace.  I've feel like I have been stuck on the same road now for quite a while.

It's been 8 years since I graduated High School and moved to Minneapolis, but I'm getting bored.  I would love to say, "Hey! I'm moving to a far off distant land!" But I'm not.  God has me here.  Maybe I can experience change in other area's instead to satisfy my quench for something new.

One of the area's that been bothering me lately is that of the "Ms." that's in front of my name.  I know as a 26 year old, people are still saying, "You've got plenty of time to get married!" I know, I really do know.  Yet, less and less people are saying that now, it's at the point where people are wondering if I'll ever get married, or what's wrong with her?  The only thing I've ever wanted to be was to be a wife, and a mother.  I never wanted to be anything else.  Yet, here I am waiting.  I could care less about a career, or a successful job.  The only job title I want, is "Full-Time Mommy".  I want to serve and love my husband (whomever he is), and to raise a child.  So, why am I still single if this is the desire God has placed in my life?

People tell me I should go to college, do something with my life.  I never really quite realized how weighing these words can be until now.  It's like someone on the outside is telling me my life isn't good enough.  I've always wanted to go to college, but not necessarily to learn and grow in a successful career, it was for the experience.  To be honest, I'm afraid of college.  I've been out of school for 8 years, I never was good in school.   I had to work hard to get the grades I had.   I also get a lot of comments like, "You don't want to stay where your at for the rest of your life, do you?" What's wrong with my job? When I first got that job, people were congratulating me right and left saying it was the perfect job for me, now it too doesn't seem good enough.

To be honest, I'm struggling.  I'm struggling to find a purpose for my life.  What am I supposed to be doing, and why is it taking me so long to get there?  One of the beauties of my age group is change.  People get married, have kids, move to distant lands, and start a life.  So many of my close friends are leaving, have left, and probably is only a matter of time before more of them leave.  They are moving on with their lives, and I'm getting left behind.

I realize this post may leave me vulnerable.  I've debated about deleting it and writing it on my own personal journal instead, but I feel as though I need to say it.  I'm going through a season in my life, and it's not a fun one.  Maybe I'm focusing too much on what I want.  I can read this post again and probably count numerous times the instances where I say, "I want".  I am human after all.  In the meantime, I guess I'll continue to pray, live my life, and do what I'm doing.  I just hope I'm not wasting it.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

I Am Blessed

Today has been a great day.  As I turn 26, I've been thinking a lot about my life and the years I have had.  I have seen so much in my short time I've lived.  So many proud moments, and some not so proud moments.  I've seen changes in the lives of those around me, and met friends that have made me feel so loved and welcomed.  I have a great and talented family who has always been there for me.  I've seen so many changes just in my family, it has been so fun to see how they've progressed into the individuals they are today.  I'm proud of them.

People have been asking me, "What's it like to be 26? Feel old yet?" Truth be told, No! I don't feel old! I feel older, for sure.  Especially seeing the kids I've spent my high school years babysitting all grown up and in high school themselves.  How strange to see someone whose diapers I used to change into someone who is now a tall, smart, grown up, teenager with phones and friends, thinking about the college they want to go to.

I've been blessed in my life.  There have been tears of joy and pain, enough laughter to make the energy plant in the movie, Monster's Inc, explode.  There have been days filled with sadness, depression, hope, happiness, and love.  I've gotten to travel to places most people dream of.  I've had the fresh taste of real spring mountain water from the Swiss Alps.  I've stood underneath the Eiffel Tower and peered above at this massive and glorious structure that stands so tall.  I've seen the Mona Lisa, crooked smile and all.  I've got to sing for weddings, funerals, concerts, and competitions.  I've played the flute until my mouth was about to fall off.  I've sang in the rain, and jumped in puddles.  I pulled all-nighters to only conk out in sheer exhaustion around 5:00AM.  I've gained friends and lost friends.  I've smiled so much, I think my face froze that way.

I am blessed.

My life has been a fulfilling life and I owe it all to my Savior.  I honestly don't know where I would be today if God hadn't helped me through.  How can "Thanks" ever be enough? What can I do to ever repay the kindness my Lord has shown me.  How comforting to know that He smiles with me, laughs with me, cries with me.  He was there my whole life, and walked with me through the streets of Paris, through the halls of The Louvre, through all nighters, the friendships, the trials, the pain, the joy.  I only wish everyone could know how awesome He is, how real He is.

I am 26 years old.  My life has been amazing, and it's only just begun.  Thank you Lord for every day I am given to serve You.

Fast Forward 3 Years!

Wait... Is it really you? Yes, my friends and followers. It is me. I am back.  I have been continually reminded about my blog I used to upda...