Comfy Comfy's & Mowgli hair {updates}

Hey everyone, I'm working on posting the rest of our summer trip, my birthday, etc. For today, however, I just have some quick catching up to do. Taylor just got a job doing security at the MTC (Missionary Training Center for LDS missionaries :), and I just had an interview for a new job today, but I won't hear back for a few weeks. We'll see! Today I bought a pattern for a quilt so that I can make use of all the scraps I have from different sewing projects. I sure hope it actually turns out. We'll see how that goes! I'm also working on some cute drapes for our living room. I am having a hard time knowing what to do now that we're not traveling like crazy, but it's nice to have some time to catch up on cleaning, laundry, and especially crafts!

Hopefully soon (ish) I'll be able to show you a picture of a lovely quilt made out of allll these scraps.

Real quick. Yesterday was July 24. We had a lot of fun at the Orem Owlz game with friends. I wasn't able to see fireworks live (we watched them on TV haha) for the fourth of July, so when I found out there would be fireworks after the Owlz game, we just had to go. 

 There was some wind and rain, which inspired some cozy male bonding {above}, as well as a makeshift tent with an extra blanket we had {below}.

This is Andrea and Bo. They are some of my best friends. And oh, so cute together :)

Yesterday was also an important day in my life---not having anything to do with pioneers, though. A year ago yesterday, Taylor came over to my apartment to do 'laundry'. His apartment didn't have a washer and dryer, so I would often let him use my apartment's. While yes, he did do laundry that day, soon after he arrived I found that he had an alternative motive. My young girl (ha ha, okay it was only a year ago, but 'young girl' makes it sound more romantic) dream of having Taylor come and confess his love for me came true! Although, he didn't tell me he loved me (obviously, that'd be a little bit creep status----too fast), and he didn't exactly tell me his feelings in a traditional way. You see, I often joke about my appearance when my hair is unkempt and a little crazy for whatever reason. I did this a lot during SOAR because we didn't always have time to get as 'ready' as we'd like because we had early mornings and late nights as counselors. During my freshman year of college I earned the nickname Mowgli (yes, as in the little orphaned, shirtless boy in the Jungle Book) because I used to dance with my hair down in class (when my hair was not as long as it is now) and it would get messy. Hence, I looked like a little boy who climbed trees with messy hair and sang about the 'bare necessities' of life with a large, friendly bear. Anyway, the other important information for this story is that if you know me you know (if you don't, you know now) that I love my 'comfy comfy's'. AKA sweats. My sophomore year of college I was dancing ALL the time at school so when I got home nothing sounded better than putting on a very large pair of sweats and just being 'comfy'. However, the name 'comfy comfy's' was a better name to me than just 'comfy'. 

Me wearing some comfy comfy's {above} and an example of Mowgli hair {below}

                                    {This was on a hike up the 'Y' mountain during SOAR}

 

So instead of telling me, "Kelsey, I like you. I want to date you." Taylor told me--as he referred to me in third person-- that he liked a girl who rocked Mowgli hair and who liked to wear comfy comfy's. And it's all history after that. 

It's just crazy to think how life can be so different after only a year. A year ago I would never had thought that on July 25, 2012--one year later-- I'd be sitting in my apartment {one that I share with a boy instead of the usual girls I lived with}, blogging about my married life adventures, and taking care of wife duties. While I may not have expect these things to happen, I sure am glad that they did. And that's all. :) 

Daddy's Little Girl

Hello again. I've been posting a lot because I've been super behind on things I've wanted to post, so sorry if you're sick of me! I've always loved blogs that are down to Earth and easy to relate to, as well as blogs that are entertaining and give me new ideas. So that's kind of what I'm going for...so if my blog seems a little hodge-podge, that's why :)

I know it's a day late, but I spent all day yesterday trying to figure out where I belong on Father's Day and how I should celebrate, so that's why I'm just finally giving tribute to my wonderful father. This July will mark the five year anniversary of when my dad passed away. This caused me to think about my life and where I am now compared to where I was when my dad left this earth.

When my dad passed away I had just turned sixteen. My friends were sort of all that "mattered" to me, and of course I had all sorts of crushes on boys and dreams that I hoped would come true. I wanted to feel accepted, just like all girls in high school do. I wondered who I would marry, where I would go to college, and where my life would take me. My life was just like every other teenager at the time. When my dad passed away I was still a child living under the direction care of my parents at home. My dad always wanted me to spend time with him and learn about cars (he was a car dealer/mechnic). That very rarely sparked my girly interest.

A week after I turned sixteen, my perspective changed and all that really mattered to me became clear. I had always known that my dad loved me and wanted the best for me. My dad loved all five of us children, as well as my beautiful mom, so very much. Although many people would only view the passing of a young 43-year-old father as a tragedy, I've finally been able to view it as a blessing. My dad had poor health and couldn't do all that he would like here on Earth anymore. The night my dad passed away, prior to his passing, I was saying my nightly prayers and prayed that my dad could be happy. My dad was a very bright and happy person normally, but his health hindered a lot happiness to be experienced by him. Though I wish he could be here on Earth with my family now, my dad's passing has given him the opportunity to live and be happy without the restrictions of a sick body. I don't doubt that I would have learned the things my dad wanted me to learn in life if he was still here, but as I've had to have a relationship with my dad from afar for the past few years, I've learned many things from him in many different and special ways.

Before my dad passed away, he and I were working on an old 1993 Mazda 626 for me to drive when I got my license. He called it the "Gumby-mobile" (his nickname for me was Gumby). If you knew my dad you won't be surprised to hear that when he passed my car was completely gutted out on the inside. He always wanted to implement his Grandpa Jones' motto: "Do it once, do it right."We were going to get the car painted and the windows tinted, but none of that was done before he was gone either. Needless to say, after my dad died I was a little overwhelmed with what to do with all the pieces and such because I really needed a car to help my mom with the kids. My sister Nicole an I decided to put the car all back together and put the things that we had learned from my dad to use.

This is a video I made when I was sixteen after we finished the project. I never thought I would really need to know the things my dad desired to teach me in the garage all those times that I didn't want to be there. My dad also prided himself in his "slim-jim" abilities. "Slim-Jim" is a name for breaking into cars (for purposes that are not illegal, don't worry :) He used to narrate a scenario and time himself to see how fast he could do it. Little did I know that in the five years following his passing, I would need this skill to unlock my own car 5+ times, Lydia's car twice, Nicole's car once, my friend Lindsey's car (after all the men around walked away because it was almost impossible to break into), and probably others that I am forgetting about. I always thought my dad would be the one to help me jump a car if needed. Since my dad has been gone, I've jumped several cars, including cars of strangers, which has always been an adventure. Although these things are simple tasks, it always brings a smile to my face to do these things because I know my dad is happy I'm using skills that he so desperately wanted to teach me.

When I was in elementary school I was teased constantly. I was chubby and awkward--to say the least. However, my dad ALWAYS made me feel like I was the most beautiful girl always. Finally in high school I grew a little taller and got a little cuter. When I was a senior I was very surprised but very excited to learn that I'd been voted homecoming queen. I definitely wasn't the typical person who was expected to win, but I knew my dad was smiling down, because even though it took others a few extra years to see something in me, my dad always believed in me and thought I was pretty. Although this is just a high school thing, I remember being so excited because I finally felt accepted by others. My dad was the one who got me through all the years of teasing and me coming home in tears.

I've already posted here about how protective my dad was with his girls when it came to the males :) Even though my dad hasn't been here physically to remind me how boys should treat girls, he made it pretty darn clear how he felt about the matter, so much that I've always felt like he's been there for me when my heart has been broken, and I know for a fact he was there when I was able to marry the love of my life.

Something my dad always taught me was to always make time to smile and have fun. When I was in seventh grade I struggled with severe migraines because of stress (strange, right?). My dad would always make an effort to plan something fun for me and my friends to do. He has instilled in me a love for living life and enjoying being healthy and able to be active. I've had my ups and downs in my life, but I have so many fun memories because I've always tried to remember to enjoy life and try to make others happy like my dad taught me to do.

My dad was a faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and I taught me many gospel principles. Recently, even though he is not here, my dad helped me to better understand and gain a testimony of Christ's atonement for all of us. My dad suffered from severe back problems. He had many slipped and herniated discs that constantly gave him problems. He even underwent back surgery to try to help some of his problems. Two years ago I began having some back problems (not as severe, but problems nonetheless) after attending a dance intensive. I've dealt with the problems on and off for the past two years, but recently they got a lot worse. Two months ago my lower back problems flared up again at dance and caused me to have severe muscle spasms that caused me to collapse any time I tried to stand or walk on my own. I've never felt so frustrated and vulnerable in my life. I remembered my dad always talking about how much it hurt to sit for a long period of time because of his back, how much he wished his back would be better, and how much pain he was in. I never ever understood his pain or why he was always in such discomfort. My back problems have basically ended my dance career which breaks my heart. I can hardly do much exercising which has caused me to not be in as good of shape as I once was when I was dancing 24/7. This has been physically and emotionally exhausting for me at times, but when I looked back and thought about my dad and the pain he went through, I was reminded that my dad is watching over me and that he knows exactly how I feel. Although I should be just as easily reminded of the Lord and that He knows exactly what I'm going through, I'm human and I'm still working on becoming perfect. This experience has reminded me of Christ's atonement, and just as my dad knows exactly what I'm going through, my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ know what I'm going through just as well.

It's been a long five years since I last saw my dad, and things are very different. However, I know that my dad is still my father and he still teaches me things every day just like fathers here on Earth do for their children. I still have many people in my life who show my dad's love to me for him. On my wedding day when I walked out of the temple, my Grandpa Nielsen, my dad's dad, came and teased me about how I used to tell him that I didn't believe that there were any good guys out there and that I would never find one. He reminded me of my dad at that moment. My Grandpa Nielsen also danced with me in place of my dad for the daddy-daughter dance at our reception.

So this was my tribute to my daddy. Even though it's been a while since I've seen him, and it'll be a while till I get to see him again, he's taught me so many things and he's been the best dad I could ever ask for. I love and miss my dad, and wish him a Happy Father's day. No matter how far my dad is, I'm my daddy's little girl always, and that's all. :)

I just love him...and that's all.

          Hello! Alright, so many people have asked for "the story" of Taylor's proposal, so if you were one of those people (or if you just became interested) you're reading the right post!

         On Sunday, November 13th, 2011, we went to my mom's house for dinner. Normal? Yes. Was I getting impatient waiting to be proposed to? Yes. Therefore, I was SURE that there was going to be some sort of a "surprise" when we went to "dinner". Nope. We really did just eat dinner. However, I should add that it wasn't just an average dinner. It was a very delicious dinner (this is not necessary for the actually proposal explanation, but I gotta give the guy a shout out for his awesome cooking). Taylor loves steak. He LOVES it. And I mean he   loves it. Therefore, we had a steak dinner. Taylor cooked the steak and my grandma Galan and my mom cooked the side dishes. I had absolutely no real reason to think/hope the proposal would be on that day, I had just been getting so impatient (I'm kind of not very good at the waiting game. Hence, my hate for online shopping. Why buy it online if you can go to the store and enjoy your new purchase that day?!), so I was looking for every reason to believe that maybe he would propose that day. I was convinced that when Taylor asked me to come out and help him "cook the meat" (nice cover!...so I thought) that he'd really open the grill and a little box with my ring would be in it. Lies. He really did just want me to come outside. So now that you all understand that we most definitely ate dinner that night, we'll keep going with the story. I will refer very quickly, again, to my second blog post that gave you all a heads up that I have A.D.D. and my train of thought is similar to that of an actual train without a train track. Scary right? Haha okay sorry. 
Before we got to dinner Taylor had told me he had brought the movie Selena over to watch with my family. If you haven't seen the movie, go watch it after you read this. I grew up watching this movie, and my grandparents are from Corpus Christi, which is where Selena was from, so Taylor thought it would be fun to watch. After dinner we all went downstairs to "watch the movie" ("watch a movie"...ooooh ok I get it...I was seriously reading way too much into things). I was totally expecting to walk downstairs to find some giant display of flowers or something and a big sign reading "Will you marry me?". Wrong. Again. We all sat down to watch the movie. Okay he's totally gonna put the movie in and it's not really going to be the movie. Do you think I was right? I wasn't. Not totally anyway. Taylor put the movie in and much to my dismay, the movie really did begin. As movies often do when you put them into a DVD player and press play. Okay he's soooo going to have something at the very end of the movie in the credits...Seriously you guys. I don't know what I was thinking. I was really pushing it. At that point I was sure that my final hypothesis was correct so I was super irritated that I was going to have to wait to watch the whole movie. Yes, I was totally being a brat inside. We watched the movie................for about 20 minutes. Right when I had lost all hope in ever getting engaged (I really don't know why I thought if I didn't get engaged on that day that it wouldn't ever happen), the movie changed from the actual movie, to a slideshow of pictures of Taylor and me. I totally started to cry. At the end of the slideshow he put a picture of a ring in a box. Little did I know it was MY ring (I thought it was just a picture from online or something). Taylor and I stood up and he quickly knelt down. He said sweet words and I was just experiencing a combination of laughter and crying. I feel bad because I just kept saying "you're such a liar!" because just the night before he was saying misleading things such as, "When should I go to the ring shop?!". Funny guy. Anyway, needless to say, I said yes. It was an amazing night. Of course, it was on Facebook RIGHT away because of my technologically savvy 15-year-old brother who posted the good news right away. 


         Taylor and I will be married on March 15, 2012 in the Provo, Utah temple :). I love him so very much and I'm so excited to spend the rest of time and eternity with him. He's amazing. I honestly never thought that he'd ever give me a chance. I remember praying (this sounds so silly, but it's totally true) that he'd eventually just give me at least one chance and go on at least one date. My favorite thing about Taylor is that he can just make me laugh. He hates that I love this, but he does the funniest accents. You name the region and he can represent that region's dialect almost perfectly. It's soooo funny. Taylor is such a gentleman, and he is so patient with me. It does make me sad that my dad hasn't met him yet, but I know that my dad would definitely approve (I should add, by the way, that Taylor asked for permission to marry me from both of my grandfathers, my mom, and my little brother, since my dad isn't here for Taylor to talk to). A few years ago my sister Nicole told me that one of the last things my dad ever told her about dating was that he never wanted any of his little girls to end up with anyone who isn't 100% head-over-heels for them. I know that I am not perfect and that I do things that bother Taylor sometimes (because everyone is human!), but Taylor treats me just that way that my dad said he wanted for his daughters. I have so much to work on to give Taylor the wife that he deserves, but I'm so grateful he's at least given me the opportunity to show him how much I love him. I found out when we started dating that Taylor actually reads my blog, so since he does, here's a shout out for him: I love you Mr. Taylor! :)


That's the proposal story. And it's just the beginning of hopefully many other wonderful stories to come. I do just like the "B", but really, I love HIM and that's all. (Plus, I don't really know what to do with the "B" when I get married. Haha :)

              My ring :) Taylor and I picked it together. It's what I've always wanted. p.s. you can't quite tell in the picture, but the actual ring is yellow gold. I love it!

            Right after he proposed....We had both cried (him a little, me kind of a lot) and it was the end of the day, so it's not the best photo. But this is the real deal-not a re-enactment. We'll be taking engagement photos next month so those will be some prettier photos of us together and the ring, too. :) I'm so excited to be Mrs. Hibbs!

...because he makes me laugh.

Okay everyone. I have two posts saved in my drafts that I have yet to finish (complete with life updates, pictures, recent crafts, etc.). However, I am a busy college student so posts have been a little slow. ANYWAY....I just wanted to post real quick about one of the many reason I love my Taylor: I love him because he makes me laugh. So hard. Very often. I have a picture to show why I was laughing so hard but Taylor said he was too embarrassed for me to post it :(. So Taylor has this strange habit of putting things on his head. A lot of times during SOAR Tay would walk around with his backpack on his head. Tonight Taylor was going to go shower while I was supposed to study for a test tomorrow (which I have yet to do because I'm on here!). He had his shorts he was going to change into after his shower and decided to just put them on his head. Now, imagine Taylor with big grey/silver basketball shorts on his head just chillin. Funny, right? He looked like a combination of Toad from Mario Party and someone from the Middle-East. When I told him he resembled a Middle-Eastern he started speaking in a stereotypical middle Eastern voice telling me about his street market and that only "Swen" (my grandpa Nielsen's first name) was allowed because he probably has good credit. I hope you think this is sort of funny because I was dying laughing. If not, just be happy that I am happy....haha. He totally reminded me of my dad when my dad would be all silly and do impersonations of people. I miss my dad a lot and the smiles he brought to me, but I'm so grateful that I have Taylor around to keep that smile on my face and laughter in the air. Even though Taylor is now sitting next to me eating nuts (the worst food in the whole world!), right now I am grateful for Taylor and I love him lots because he makes me laugh. He makes me happy. And that's all.

Barbie&Ken...Kelsey&Taylor

         Okay, so the title of my blog may be random, but not really if you think about it. Barbie is awesome on her own, right? She's got a lot going for her. However, if you were ever a young child who played with Barbies (okay, I'll admit, I didn't stop until I was a pre-teen), you know that it's not as fun playing without a Ken because he's her dream guy! Barbie got to be taken on dates, have new clothes purchased to impress Ken, and you and I both know it was sometimes fun to have them get in an argument here and there so that Ken could show up later with roses and then everything was back to normal. Don't even act like I'm crazy, I know at least SOME of you know what I'm talking about! I may have gone overboard with owning the Barbie airplanes, tourbus, Love Bug, townhouse....etc. But the point is, Barbie's life is so much greater with Ken!

          At this time I'd like to tell a little story about MY Ken, but he has a way better name: Taylor. He's also way better looking that Ken, but I may be biased :)


          Way back in February I applied to be a SOAR counselor at BYU (if you want to know what SOAR is go here. )In march all SOAR counselor applicants were called in for a group interview. At that time I had a boyfriend, so in all honesty I didn't really notice Taylor. However, I do remember thinking to my half-Mexican, half-white self after hearing his Hawaiian/Pigeon accent, "Dang, that kid's like, SUPER cultural"...but that was basically it. The next week I found out that I had been chosen to be a counselor for that summer. I had no idea at that time the blessings that my new job would bring.

          At the end of May, we had an overnight retreat with all 14 counselors and the advisors. I remember of few things of Taylor at that time: I thought to myself, "Why is this kid wearing long sleeves on a camp out? It's super hot right now." I also remember thinking he was a little bratty, because when we went to ropes course and had to figure out how to get all 14 of us across a few tree stumps with only three large pieces of plywood, he kept telling me my idea to get us across wouldn't work. I was like, "seriously, this kid has no idea. My idea is totally gonna work." And you know what? It did :) That gave Taylor a little slice of humility pie, haha. My first time really speaking to Taylor was when he came up to me later and said sorry for not listening to my idea and for not "having faith" (which is what I kept telling him to do when it came to my idea!).

                                  

                  Taylor, his longsleeve shirt, and everyone trying to get across the logs with the plywood we were passing to them.

            From then on Taylor and I were just co-workers. There was a rule given to us by our boss that we weren't allowed to date the students (which apparently has been a problem in the past, creepy, right?) nor the other counselors. I remember thinking that Taylor was super cute and I did have a little crush on him, but I have a testimony of obedience so I decided that I was going to focus on the students at the camp and to stop focusing on my own thoughts or feelings.

          I became best friends with all the counselors that summer, including Taylor, which was SOOO fun. Because we were in such close proximity ALL summer, we all had our up's and down's with each other. There were a few times I thought to myself, "Ugh, I'm sooooo NEVER going to date Taylor." Of couse, this was super bratty of me, and little did I know. I only thought those things because Taylor and I are both pretty opinionated and honest people who share our thoughts and say what we think...which can cause a few heated discussions sometimes. But obviously, those were not too big of a deal. I absolutely loved being good friends with Taylor throughout the summer as SOAR counselors because we got to know each other really well. I also believe that if we had broken G4 (long story..but that's the name of the rule that says we couldn't date other counselors), we wouldn't have had the experiences we both did with our students at SOAR, and I don't think us dating would have worked out. Obedience is important :).


                                   Here are some fun photos of the fun summer I had with all the counselors:

                            During the last week of SOAR we had to hurry and make new posters for the dance because Custodial threw our other ones away :( . Taylor and Josh helped me. This is theirs...:)

                                            This was mine :) (that's Taylor hiding behind it)

            Anyway, after SOAR had ended, Taylor came over to my apartment and told me that he "liked a girl who wears comfy comfy's (my name for sweats :) and who "rocks Mowgli hair" (sometimes when my hair isn't done it looks like Mowgli). He told me of his desire to date me and I told him I shared the same interest. We had gotten to know each other so well during the summer as friends so it was pretty easy just starting to date him.

           Taylor is honestly the best boyfriend ever. He is SOOOO patient with me. He takes me to try new things (guys, I can use chopsticks to eat food now!). He will watch chick flicks with me. He has seen me in ALL of my ways (happy, mad, sad, pretty, homely, tired, awake, EVERYTHING!), so I know I can just be myself around him. He has such a strong testimony, and he is a very good example to me. He encourages me to do and to be my best. This boy can make me laugh. And laugh hard (you should ask to see his Voldemort impression some time :) When I tell him I want to be more healthy he will hide the Kit-Kat's from me...even when I act mad about it because I LOVEEE Kit-Kat's (I am always grateful later when I am feeling "fat").

                                   This is after a 3 hour dance audition I had. Taylor drove up to Salt Lake with me and was so nice and waited outside the audition the whole three hours :)


               So while Barbie has her Ken, I get my Taylor. And I love that. And I love him. And that's all. :)

here making a cameo...

Hi Errbody...  As a disclaimer I'm not an English major like Kelsey so this post will not be as grammatically correct as all the other posts on this blog.  My name is Taylor, Kelsey's boyfriend from Hawai'i, so since I just got back from Hawai'i I'm throwing a shout out on her blog.  We have been dating for about a month now and she makes me happy.  She is so fun to be with and she is an amazing girl.  I'd like to take this opportunity to share a little bit about how we ended up together.  Me and Kelsey met working together this summer as counselors at a program called SOAR and we became very good friends.  Since we were co-workers it was against the rules to date other counselors so I tried not to think about her too much.  The more I got to know her and who she is the more attracted I became to her, but we were still working so I couldn't do anything.  So as we worked together throughout the summer the more I started to like her.  After the SOAR program was over I decided to tell Kelsey how I felt about her, "I like a girl who wears comfy comfy's and rocks mowgli hair." I was very happy to know that she felt the same and since then I my feelings have grown for her and are continuing to grow.  I LOVE THIS GIRL and her blog is fun to read.  For all of you who read her blog, so for all who read this far thanks for reading it makes her happy.  Hope y'all have a great day/night :)
Aloha & a hui hou,
Taylor

SOAR: New Feet to Follow...

         This is a very special blog post, because this was a very special week! Way back in February I turned in an application hoping to be selected as one of only 14 counselors at a BYU summer camp called SOAR. I went to SOAR three years ago, and it changed my life; That is when and why I decided I wanted to later be a SOAR counselor. After a lot of interviewing, waiting, and prayers, I got a letter that said I was chosen as one of the 8 girl counselors for the camp. I was actually pretty surprised because there were SO many good candidates for the job. However, I was even more grateful than I was surprised. I just finished my first week as a SOAR counselor (there are 3 sessions). It was one of the greatest weeks ever! As far as the title of this blog...the kids who came to SOAR this last week were AMAZING. I learned so much from them and I realized that although I am older than all of them, I learned SO much from them and I now have about 200 more feet to follow because they were such good examples to me.
   

        This picture above makes me want to cry. This is my group of girls: "Kelsey's Krew". From left to right is Brette (Tennessee), Chelae (Provo :), Alexis (Kansas), Bethsy (Texas), Nicole (Chicago), Mikayla (Hawaii), and Larissa (Maryland). I LOVE these girls so much. They were so entertaining and have so much to to offer the world. We had so much fun and had many smiles, laughs, and tears (good ones!). We were able to take a trip to Temple Square on one of the days, and it was so great!

                                    At the North Vistor's Center at Temple Square :)

                                                       Love my girls! "Kelsey's Krew!"

                                         We got to meet BYU's president, President Samuelson :)

                                                    This is Josh and his studly group :)
 

                                    Three of the most amazing people ever: Sam, Estella, and Lisa!

                                      This session was especially fun because Lyd was there!

                                                             Dancing sistas!

      So on the first morning of SOAR, I couldn't find (yeah, I dunno...) one of my contacts. So I got to be glasses buddies with Adam! Don't worry, I found my contact shriveled up on the floor of my dorm later...???

                                          One of my best friends, ever...Mimi, and me :)

                                                                    HSM photo!

                           On our way to the best service project ever. We got to go to a residency for mentally disabled males of many ages. We just hung out with them and got to see some of the biggest smiles of joy that I've ever seen. The van ride was so great on the way there and back. They named themselves "K-dog's Krew!"

                      Another thing I LOVE about my job is my awesome co-workers. Seriously, look how fun!

                                               My funny girls at breakfast one morning :)

             I will be posting ALL the photos from the week on my facebook, so be sure to check there if you want to see more :). This past week really taught me so much about who I am, what I should be, and what I can do with my life. EVERY SINGLE student who came to SOAR was absolutely amazing. I love them all so much and I am SO blessed to have been able to work with them and learn from them. If any of you students are reading this, know how much I love you all, honestly. You all have so much potential; Please work hard to reach that! I'm always praying for you all.

 
          And to the girls of "Kelsey's Krew", I'll continually be doing "head counts".....so yall better keep in touch! You are all so beautiful and you all make me smile like crazy. "Kelsey's Krew!" I love you all, and that's all. :)