She senses something...

Sugar is my mom and Gary's dog so in a way I feel like she has become my dog! As she has aged, she has become much more mellow and oh so sweet. I know for some it may be crazy to think that I live with a dog and I care so much about it but it is true.

So, yesterday my mom and I were upstairs getting our luggage out and cleaning up our rooms. Sugar was in the hallway on the floor and she looked a bit sad. Then, my mom tells me she hates the site of suitcases and she knows what they mean :(

No joke, the rest of the day she was very sad and just followed us around every step we took just waiting for us to leave. I feel bad that we in a way have tricked her because we started packing so early. But after a while she realized that we were not leaving yesterday and she perked up and totally struted around during our walk last night :)

Till I write again, take care!

Changes they are a happinin'

After many years of trying to grow my hair long enough so I could donate it to Locks of Love I made it. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I have cut my hair, this is not a wig (although my hair is being donated to make one).

I don't know what it was but we were all going to get our hair trimmed before the big trip to Jamaica and the wedding and something inside me just said do it. Then something inside me said NO DON'T DO IT YOU LOVE YOUR LONG HAIR. So, after putting my mom and my sister in the chairs before me so I could contemplate it and sitting down and having her measure off about 10 inches, I said do it now or I may never do it. Then the lady asked me if I was going to cry, then she said, please don't cry we haven't even had lunch yet we can't have someone cry before lunch. That made me laugh.

So, here it is Kellie with her new hair cut. I am still getting used to it but I think I actually like it. It is different for me even though I have had short hair before but people always say change is good.

More on Locks of Love: Locks of Love is a public non-profit organization that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children in the United States and Canada under age 18 suffering from long-term medical hair loss from any diagnosis. We meet a unique need for children by using donated hair to create the highest quality hair prosthetics. Most of the children helped by Locks of Love have lost their hair due to a medical condition called alopecia areata, which has no known cause or cure. The prostheses we provide help to restore their self-esteem and their confidence, enabling them to face the world and their peers. http://www.locksoflove.org/

Till I write again, take care.

The Tao of Kellie...

Hi All,

So in 2006 my sister Carrie gave me the book The Tao of Willie Nelson for my birthday and it is a book that I think everyone should pick up and give it a read. I read each of Willie's Tao's and enjoyed them. It really made me start to think about life in a different perspective. So much that I even created one of my own. It was after a series of typical Kellie maneuvers, being clumsy, and getting more than one scrap, cut, or other serious injury that week that I created this Tao.

"Life is not worth living unless you have the scars to remember it by." 6-4-06

I love this and have thought of it often when I encounter yet another scar on my body. Well, last week I went to a concert, Johnny Lang, and everything went great...the show, the dinner we hand, the weather, it was just an awesome evening. And No injuries!!!

That all changed as I was walking in my front door that night. We have this glass door (like a screen door) and I was walking in and the front door was open and as I was walking through the glass door, I must have not had my hand on it and it came swinging in so fast and furious that it clipped me on my left heel. It sent so much pain through me I wanted to scream but I didn't, just banged my head against the door (That stops the pain right). Carrie asked if I was okay and I thought I was so I kept on my way to put some stuff in the kitchen. Once I got into the light I saw that I did break some skin and I was starting to bleed. Well, at that point I started gushing because I was walking so I could take care of it and then everyone was involved. So, we cleaned it out and made sure I didn't need stitches. At this point I think I almost wish I would have gone and had something done to it. It is what, two weeks later and still super deep and not healing at a rate that I wish it would. Oh well..."life is not worth living unless you have the scars to remember it by!"

But to add to it, I have not been able to put on a pair of sneakers since so the working out things has been dramatically less and consists mainly of walking in my flip flops :(

Well, I would not be Kellie if I didn't have at least one more scar to remember!!! So, I was at Carrie's the other night and we are sort of haphazardly building a small rock garden in her front flower bed. After realizing that some flowers are just not going to make it and that maybe we should move one of the rocks there, I see that there is another rock in the pile that looks like it would work. Me being the only one with shoes on, she says "go get that one and put it here". So like the good sister I am, I get the big rock and bring it over. As I am putting it down in the dirt, I over estimate the front cement stair and my foot slides down the side of the stair. And there it is, a new scar to remember right smack dab on the bone of my ankle. Oh yeah, did I mention it was on the same foot as my other accident and about only two inches apart. This one is bad too. Good thing I am going to Jamaica to sit at the pool and the beach in all banged up.

Get this too, I gave myself a huge bruise on my thigh last week. Then four days later I got a smaller one on the other thigh. I asked my mom if we could baby-proof the house and she said "why who is coming over" and I said, "nobody mom, it is for me"!!!!! Then she told me I would look tough with all my scars and bruises. Well, I just don't want to look tough in my swimsuit and cute new clothes I have. So, I just asked Carrie to place me in a bubble till we go!

Till I write again, take care!

It's Official Now...

My car no longer has Colorado plates on them, they now sport the new Utah Arches plate. It looks much like the old Arches plate except now it reads on the bottom "Life Elevated". It was either that or the new Ski Utah one and consider the fact that I don't ski, it only made sense to get the other outdoor one! The whole process of getting that didn't take all that long just a few hundred dollars later.

The next process in calling myself an official Utah resident was to get my driver's license. That process started last week. So, I was going to get there early last Friday and well that didn't happen; so, I went down at 9am thinking okay we will get this a shot. But when I pulled in the parking lot and saw the line outside about 30 people deep, I decided to try early again. Along came Monday morning and the early thing didn't goes as well as I thought it should have. I got there at about 10 minutes to 7am (which is when they open) and the line was about 70 people deep outside. Again, I drove right through the parking lot.

Really, it was either go super early or don't go at all. So, I got up and was down there at 5:30am and I was the third person in line. I am thinking this is great, I am doing good. By the time the doors opened at 7am the line was curving through the parking lot and was upwards of a 100 people.

Little did I know that being the third person in line didn't actually mean that I was going to be the third person in line. You walk in and have to fill out a piece of paper (of which I did not see online when I looked) then go and take it to the desk to get a number. I got so flustered and people were swarming around me it was crazy. So about 40 minutes later my number (which was probably all in all about number seven or so) got called and I was out with in about 10 minutes. Now I get to wait about three weeks for the damn thing to arrive. I think I got a good picture though!!!

I did learn that lesson in Colorado, show up early. Last time I got my driver's license there I went about and hour and a half early and was the fourth person in line.

Here is my teachable moment for the day...when getting a driver's license go an hour and a half (or more) early bring some coffee and something to eat and a book and stop in the day prior to get that piece of paper to fill out be ready to rock!!!

Till I write again, take care!