The Time Has Come

So today was a big day for me in the series of days of little things. Today I threw something away that was literally rotting in my room. But before I elaborate on my trip to the garbage can, I think I should give a little background.

So for my birthday this past year, during the Age of the Ex-boyfriend, I was in a long-distance relationship. For my birthday, I received a dozen colored roses with a big red bow and a cute little note. Now me, being a romantic disguised as a realist, thought this was the gosh-darn cutest thing ever.
However, as the roses died, so did the relationship, with oddly close timing I might add. And there they sat, on the bookshelf, bearing a symbol of the dead, festering relationship that I couldn't decide whether to get rid of or stare at. Now, of course, there was some laziness that contributed to their long stay on the bookshelf, but mostly I think I didn't want to throw away my gosh-darn cute memory. Sometimes I worried that I'd come home from work, and my sister, who saves everything, would throw them away. But she didn't...and I didn't.

So today, while cleaning up, my sister gently said, "Kelsie, I think it's time to throw away the roses." I thought briefly about it and realized that it was just like the children's poem, "The time has come, the Walrus said" (And yes, Kayla would be playing the Walrus in this production). So I picked them up, walked carefully up the stairs, so they didn't disintegrate and spread rotten plant everywhere. I went outside, more worried about getting the little glass shards from the driveway in my bare feet, than how I felt about the roses, and I threw them away. I skipped back inside, again to avoid the glass shards, and gave a little sigh of relief.

And that was that. Well, minus scrubbing the grime off the bottom of the vase.

Frustration is the Name of the Game

Between work, home, and rain, I find myself in an almost constant state of frustration. As much as I'd like to always blame this on PMS, the ultimate scapegoat of female crankiness, my IPhone app says I still have awhile before that really counts. And yes, there is an app for that. As much as I'd like to say exactly what's frustrating me right now, I can't, because I can't seem to quite pinpoint where this urge to snarl at people is based. But instead I'll just talk about it in general.

Frustration really is a game, of sorts. It gets passed around from one person to another like hot potato. Except it's probably more like the original version of that game, where it left everyone's hands scorched and the loser dropped his dinner in the dirt. It's a dangerous game to say the least, hot potato that is. Now, here I will define frustration by dictionary standards. Mostly because I don't like wasting energy thinking of words that I can copy and paste. So dictionary.com says it's: a feeling of dissatisfaction, often accompanied by anxiety or depression, resulting from unfulfilled needs or unresolved problems. Wow, now if that doesn't just sum it up right there. Unfulfilled needs or unresolved problems. Thank you, Dictionary.com.

Now for me, I'm probably experiencing a combination of both. With reference to my very first post, I'm frustrated with my current situation. I don't worry much about my needs being fulfilled eventually, because I'm a firm believer that God provides in His own perfect time. But I get frazzled by that unresolved problems part. I'm that kid that you gave a puzzle and they had to finish it right then. No eating, no sleeping, just solving. Same with books. I had to read the whole thing as fast as possible because I just had to know the ending.

So, being back in my small hometown, living in my parents basement, I'm just dying to know what's the next step in life. One irritating thing that I often hear is, "Well, when God closes a door, He opens another." Well I have a thought about that. Sometimes I think He just leaves you in the hallway for a timeout to think about what you did. Or maybe it's more like the Matrix, where the key maker finally gets Neo into the hall where he can find the Designer. Except he's locked in there with just seconds to spare and he's got to guess which one of a hallway full of doors and if he's wrong the world will explode! Or something like that...I'd have to watch the movie again...but you get the point. What it all boils down to is I've found myself at a standstill in life...and its frustrating.

Blurts from the Peanut Gallery

It's been a couple days since I've blogged. I haven't quite gotten into the routine of talking to myself in the form an imaginary reader audience. I seem to get most of my inspiration in the shower, so for those of you deductive reasoners out there in my imaginary reader audience, you may gather that I've either had an uninspiring week or I haven't showered. I did have a couple interesting thoughts come to me throughout my shower-less week, oh I mean uninspiring. Not really enough to tell a story about any, but enough to jot down and blurt out commentary.

THOUGHT: A lady at work said today that its her dream to be a chef and if she could go to culinary school she'd wake up happy everyday.

BLURT: Go to culinary school! What are you waiting for? Your kids are grown and married, and your husband has a job. What do you have to lose? Life is short people, take a chance once in awhile.

THOUGHT: We're trying to eat more organic at home and cut out preservatives and chemicals and all the things that people kinda know are in their foods, but try not to think about to much. Me and my sisters are pretty much sugar junkies though so it's not easy. So tonight, I experimented by making organic black bean brownies.

BLURT: They taste like beans with chocolate chips.

THOUGHT: I've been reading through fashion magazines, and the trend this season seems to be wearing something neutral and boring with something bright and weird.

BLURT: Good thing I already do that. I finally get to be in style for once.

THOUGHT: Today my grandpa gave me some good advice on relationships. Don't give yourself away before you get married, he said. Actually the exact words were, "If you're gonna have sex, at least get paid."

BLURT: You go Grandpa!

THOUGHT: It's been really slow at work lately. I'm a full-time employee so I have to stay all day no matter what, but it really makes the time drag by.

BLURT: Clicking things open and closed on the computer makes you look busy.

THOUGHT: Coconut oil is amazing stuff. It's healthy to eat and great for your skin and hair. Nature's little miracle.

BLURT: When you're using it to cook, you probably shouldn't rub it all over your skin and hair. These things should be done all at different times.

Well that's all I've got for now. I imagine I'll have something more cohesive tomorrow while I'm experiencing my shopping withdrawals.

Why I Loathe Flossing...

So, tomorrow I have a dentist appointment. I used to really enjoy going to the dentist as a kid. You got to pick awesomely disgusting toothpaste flavors, like watermelon or chocolate. You got a new toothbrush in whatever color you wanted. You usually got out of school early. And best of all, they gave you minty bubblegum. What's not to like about that? Well, I'll tell you...FLOSSING!

I told my sister I had to go to the dentist, and she laughed and said, "Oh, you're giving blood tomorrow." Which, if I may go on a tangent here, I also dislike giving blood because my veins seem to retract into my body and taunt the nurse, who they sent to practice drawing blood for the first time ever. After which I look like the victim of an unfortunate porcupine accident. But anyway, the dentist thing. She said this because we have all inherited ridiculously tightly-spaced teeth. Really, it's probably more like just two teeth; one tooth all the way across the top and one tooth all the way across the bottom. Mega Tooth, if you will. My mother also has this Mega Tooth condition, so she never made us floss growing up. So the older we get, the more we bleed when the dentist tries to floss Mega Tooth. Pretty soon, going to the dentist is going to be counter-productive because they're going to have to start giving us cookies to help with the blood loss.

So here are my own personal thoughts on flossing. It's meant to be done only the week before you go to the dentist. I'm sure they can tell you're only pretend flossing, but hey at least you thought about it. I mean really, why else would people do it!? It takes forever...or at least takes forever to penetrate the tiny cracks in the fortress walls of Mega Tooth. Since I can't seem to justify waking up earlier to do something I hate (flossing), I've started using those little dental flossers in the car on the way to work. This process has its pros and cons. For example, I can actually improve my dental hygiene and get to work on time, but it does put the whole Mega Tooth dilemma out in the open for everyone to see. So if you hear someone laughing about this girl they saw while driving that was trying to yank a flosser out of her teeth, but then had to give up and leave it in there so she could accomplish a left turn... don't laugh! Because it's not her fault...she has Mega Tooth Syndrome.

Club Car, Club Store

Since it was a weekend, me and my sisters had the privilege of all hanging out together. Which meant driving around, going to the store (to return an item), and eating fast food. It also meant we got to play one of our favorite games...Club Car! Along with its variation....Club Store! Here are the rules to the game.

Club Car:

1. Choose a radio station with lots of mainstream hip hop music. (So basically any station)


2. Crank it up and roll down the windows.


3. Dance like you're in the club...(also drive carefully).


4. Embarass Kiana

Club Store:

1. Same as above but with department store music.


2. Dance down the empty aisles like you're in the club.


3. Embarass Kiana

My Name is Kelsie...and I'm a Shopaholic.

As you can see from the title, my name is Kelsie. If you're reading this, you probably already knew that though. I somewhat doubt anyone would specifically search for a random blog about nothing in general. Anyway, if my years of schooling has taught me anything, its that this paragraph should explain everything I'm going to ramble on about. In reality, that is not possible, because I'm not quite sure what that is yet. But I can explain why I'm writing...and just to be a rebel, I'll do it in the second paragraph (take that 10th grade English!).

I have recently graduated from college in Southern California and moved back to my bustling hometown in Washington. Let me be clear when I say bustling, I actually mean small mill town that no one has ever heard of. I fulfilled the American college student's dream when I moved back into my parents basement, where I share a bedroom with my other college-aged sister. Now just to redeem myself here, I can add that I do have a pretty good job and I live at home partially because I'd be lonely if I didn't. But anyway, back to the explanation. In moving home, I left most of my friends back in California and have found myself starting over. To add to that, I recently went through a break-up (we'll call it mutual, for the sake of keeping things peaceful). My free time has transitioned to going to the beach with friends and texting the boyfriend to babysitting my younger siblings and taking naps. So, with all this newly found spare time and disposable income, I have began spending my weekends in Ross and Macy's. And so began my decent into shopaholism.

Actually, I have several reasons for starting this blog, as you may have gathered from my short intro. It's time to branch out and share my random thoughts with the world and/or people who search for random blogs about nothing in general. Although I'd be lying if I said that avoiding the shopping binges on the weekends wasn't one of them. I may not really be a shopaholic, even though I'm pretty sure denial would be proving it.