Ok I just had to take the time to say that I am a faithful American Idol watcher this season. I know. I used to make fun of all you Idol lovers but I've joined the ranks. Why, you might ask? 3 reasons: #1 Steven Tyler: I love Aerosmith and I think he's a sweetheart. #2 Jennifer Lopez: I think she's talented, beautiful, and a good person/mom/judge etc. #3: James Durbin: I just bought his cover of "Maybe I'm Amazed" and I absolutely love that song. Here are the lyrics because I just want you to love it too:

Maybe I'm Amazed
Paul McCartney

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
And hung me on a line

Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you
Baby I'm a man maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand

Baby I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand,Oooohh

Baby I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand

Baby I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand, oohhh

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you

Oh,Oh,ohhh, yeah, oh,oh ohhh yeahh Oo-oo

Yes I've been all lovey dovey lately but I love it so :P if you don't like it. I also bought T-Swifts new album Speak Now, Adele's 21, and Katy Perry's E.T. Love em all. And of course because I just got my new laptop I just had to get new music. Right? You would do that as well and don't deny it.

Love,
Kxoxo

MIA

Ok guys, I haven't written for awhile and I apologize. But I'm here to tell you that I will be MIA for the next little while. Probably a couple weeks. I'll try to pop in every once in a while but semester is ending, my room is not going as smoothly as I hoped, I've started working out (this takes time ya know? lol), and so much more. So don't think I've died or lost my hands so I can't type. I'll be back.


And once again, this only kind of fits in with this post. But its cute. And yes, I know I think a lot of stuff is cute. Its about time ya got over it.

Love,
Kxoxo

hair

So once again talking about my name brought about another whole post: my hair. Here it goes: The fact that I'm a redhead has always (ok probably not always, maybe the last ten years) made me feel 'different' or 'unique' I guess, because it isn't something that you necessarily see everyday. Also, because I grew up with just my mom and little sister who have dark tan skin and brown hair. Because I was fair and they were not I was always teased that I must have been adopted. Seriously, I remember coming home from elementary school devastated when someone told me that I probably was adopted. So I went to my mom, "Just tell me I'm adopted! I know its true! I'm adopted! I can handle the truth!" and of course she wouldn't say it lol. I also got the name calling of 'carrot top' (It was in first grade and I was so sad when someone told me thats what their brother said redheads were) along with the friendly ones of 'red' 'licorice' etc. If someone can't/doesn't want to remember my name they just call me red. It works. If any of you know me well, you know I'm extremely proud to be a redhead :)I've come to love and embrace it, rather than lay out hoping I'll tan like my mom and sister. I've always equated it to how some girls bawl their eyes out when their long hair is cut off; I would bawl if my hair was dyed a different color. I've also heard several times that I fit the description of a 'typical redhead': bold personality, bad temper (I'm not necessarily quick to anger but quick to ALL my emotions), no matter what type of personality having scads of it, etc.

I apologize if I'm bragging, I don't mean to. The train of thought that started about a week ago just had to be completed! Here's a link to a breif history of redheads I thought it was pretty interesting:
http://www.divinecaroline.com/22260/71866-red-hot-redheads-cool-facts-carrot/2 Ammon has always teased me about being a child of Satan or something like that because of my hair, well I guess this is why lol

I will be back with updates on my bedroom next time. I must get a camera cord and a printer cord so I can upload pictures!


And just to leave you with something wonderful. I absolutely love this quote. Because really, love is supposed to be amazing, not something you endure or are "meh" about. :D And I am just pretty freaking happy right now thinking about this. So I hope it made you a little warm and fuzzy too :)

Love,
Kxoxo

Me Myself and I

What started out as a little explanation of why I like my name turned into a full blown post. Hope its not too self-centered or 'tootin my own horn', I just really enjoy kind of figuring out little things about myself. For example I've really grown to like my hair and name as I've gotten older, so this is me trying to explain it to myself for the whole world to see.

I read an interesting post on a woman's young daughter who doesn't like her name. At the end of her post she asks if anyone really has an attachment or love of their name or if its 'just their name'. I wanted to answer that question! But maybe it'll be easier to understand if you read the post first: http://blogs.babycenter.com/mom_stories/my-daughter-doesnt-like-her-name/

**And really don't ask me why I was reading a a parenting blog. I'm not having or planning on having a kid for a long while, I just really like reading blogs. It's pretty much become my Facebook. I love logging into Blogger to see any updates (especially on the design/decorating blogs I follow). And I found this 'name' post through Young House Love (you know the couple I mentioned in my last post) because they also post on this parenting blog/webiste about their insights, experiences, and advice when it comes to parenting their daughter.**

Anyways, when I was reading some peoples answers to the question I didn't really get those who were just like 'eh, whatever' when it came to their name, because I love my name. I really would not be who I am if I wasn't Kesley. Kesley is me. I am Kesley. I think it fits me quite nicely, actually perfectly. It has shaped who I am. For example: Since it is unique and easily/often mispronouned it taught me to speak up for myself when almost every single teacher, professor, primary leader, manager, customer, etc said it wrong. I'm pretty sure this contributed to my being a blunt, loud, and outgoing person. I had to step out of my comfort zone when I was young and tell big adults "No, its Kesley" and repeat it a lot aka pretty much you can't read. No I'm totally teasing, I understand why people mispronounce it.

The other reason why I am so attached to my name is how much meaning it has behind it. This also explains the ever present question of how my parents came up with my name. My mama and dad both have brown hair. Not a stitch of red. So when they had their first little red headed girl, it was a pleasant surprise. They named her Kesley Tristan. However, four months into raising their sweet new baby girl, she passed away from SIDS. My parents were devastated. About a year later, they had me. Out pops another red headed girl. I looked exactly like my older sister; I can't even tell us apart in baby pictures, I always have to ask my mom. Me and my older sister were both delivered by the same doctor and nurses. When I came out my mom says they all just gasped and couldn't believe how much I resembled Kesley Tristan. And so my parents decided to name me Kesley Elizabeth, and I have always felt a strong connection to my older sister because of that. I love my name because of what it represents, where it comes from, and what it has taught me.

So, anyone else feel a particular connection, liking, or dislike of their name? I'd love to hear :)

Love,
Kxoxo

Confessions

Okay, so I know that I said I'd buy rollerblades last time.... But that never happened. But I have a really really good explanation! I am a horrible online shopper, and in case you haven't noticed, its not like the stores are overflowing with rollerblades these days. I hate not being able to try something on, see if I actually like the way it looks (its very difficult to tell from a single picture OK?!), etc. I'm trying to figure out what to do. Ugh so thats confession #1... Yes Yes I know, its horrible I have more than one.

Story time, bear with me, I know its long. As I said in my last post (or at least I think I did) I was getting my new bed frame and mattress and was so excited. To start I lug Mariah, and my cousins Josh and Michael to Layton in a teeny little truck to help. When we're almost there Mariah simply says, "so what did you bring to cover it?". Yep this was Wednesday, the one day it decides to rain heavily and for a long time in UT and I just drove all over creation without getting a tarp. I get to the guys house (who was really nice by the way and gave me one of his allen wrenches because I didn't have one. Don't you love people like that?!), pay him the money, then ask like a fool if I can keep it on his porch then come back with a tarp. He was very nice once again, and agreed. We went to Ace Hardware get a ginormous tarp, cover the bed pieces all up, then drive to Ammon's to get the mattress and box spring. Well, us being lazy or stupid, (I haven't figured out which yet) put the mattress and box spring on top of the tarp... And its pouring. We think we can make it home without it getting too wet (uhhh yeah right), but Ammon so sweetly and smartly (he has a big brain fyi) informs me that beds and box springs can mold if they get too wet and don't dry well enough. Another trip to a store to get a tarp. Woop De Do. Mariah, Josh, and Michael come back with one that barely fits but we just go with it. Then while on the freeway the tarp blows like halfway off, Josh is holding it on with a freezing hand through the trucks back window, while Michael holds a cup up to stop all the rain from dripping in and soaking them...

Fast forward 24 hours and I put the bed together all by myself. Lugging old beds and boxsprings, new beds and boxsprings, and putting the Heavy Frame together. I'm so tired that all I want to do is pull my new mattress in and lay down. Now this thing (they're technically known as boxsprings) was FREAKING heavy, but I did it all by myself, feeling so proud, lay it down on the bed frame and...





THE BED DOESN'T FIT. Yeah thats the confession. I guess its not a very good one but whatever. Ammon's friends told us it was a double. Well I measured it and its a freaking queen. Needless to say I was upset. Now please remember that the only reason I bought a new frame was because I didn't have to buy a new mattress. Ha! HA! You got me ole queenie! Now I have to buy a flipping mattress! So for the time being the wonderful frame is sitting in my un wonderful room with my un wonderful twin mattress on top of it. Ugh.


But apparently Athena doesn't mind. She climbed up as soon as the twin was in place and made her sleepy little self comfy for her 17th nap of the day.

I will fix this. I will get it right. I'm searching for good mattress deals (I may get one through work) and focusing on curtains (which I'll probably make myself), the layout of my room, and uncluttering. So until next time (hopefully with wonderful curtain news) friends.

Love,
Kxoxo