Thursday, August 19, 2010

Possibly the Funniest Thing. Ever.

I would like to give major kudos to my dear friend Jaimee Kendall today. I was chatting with her on facebook chat and she sent me a link to this blog called "Hyperbole and a Half", telling me it was one of the funniest things she had ever encountered. Piqued curiosity mixed with friendship-based opinion-trust, I clicked the link and...

My life changed forever.

I have never laughed for such a long time before (or rather, so.... seguidamente (man, I wish there were an english equivalent to that word)) the posts are so _______. (insert awesome adjective here (there are too many that apply for me to choose one.)) She also does Microsoft Paint pictures that make me really envious, I want those MS Paint skills!!

If you havent checked it out before, you really need to have a look at this blog...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I'm Pretty Lame at Writing Right Now

So I was looking at these note posts I put up on facebook a couple years ago and it made me really excited to write again, which is probably a good thing, since technically if you have a blog you should write in it/ I'm going back to school and I need to practice because writing is a big part of college life. (I don't know if it's just me but I feel like after having learned spanish, my english grammar has gone downhill... should there be more commas, are there any run-on sentences? I'm not sure anymore; if anyone cares to comment, feel free to take a virtual red pen and make all necesary corrections. I won't be mad.)
So my mom just sauntered in and is now sitting on the couch close to where I am writing.... I hope she doesn't see that I am writing about her/ isn't offended by the word "saunter". My mom is very glad that I am home from the mission, it seems and therefore doesnt want me out of her sight until the last possible second; which, in a way, I can understand. I'm one of her younger children, in a few tears, she may just be an empty-nester and I heard that that can be a rough adjustment. So, she comes to my room alot to ask me stuff, wants to play yahtzee; and now is seated not too far away, listening to the sound of the keys typing, or thinking about what to make for dinner, maybe wondering when and to whom I will be married....or something to that effect.
I hope I dont sound ungrateful, I love my mom and I'm extremely grateful for everything she has done for me. Shes done more than I can imagine, I'm sure... which erminds me of a time when I was in the MTC (Missionary Training Center) and my zone president got my district together and told us to describe our mothers to him. As we reflected on thier quirks and stories about how they met our dads, I believe that a realization of the sacrifices they make for us began to dawn on us collectively. It became very emotional very fast. Halfway through my turn I was a blubbering mess and president decided to move on to the next missionary.
Have you ever thought about what your mother has done for you? Have you ever tried to imagine the sacrifices shes made so thet you can be happy and never want? In the past, my mom has gone without buying clothes for herself (for years sometimes) so we could get new ones at the beginning of every schoolyear. I actually remember seeing her in pants that had big holes in them and battered old shoes, but never put two and two together until later. Just think about all she had to go through: the terrible twos, helping with homework, dealing with the melodrama of surly teenagers. Shes had it rough. Why dont you go thank her? Tell her shes wonderful, shes beautiful, that you love her?
Thats an excellent suggestion, I think I will.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The last days of the mission


well im back finally from my year-and-a-half long mission among the chilean people. It was an experiance that words cannot even begin to describe, something that changed my life for good and helped me to progress as a person like i had never been able to before.

On his occasion i wanted to describe a little about the last few days of my mission, and my coming to grips with the fact that it actually was over.

First of all, going to the mission office the last time with my hija (greenie) was fun, as going to the office usually is, the only pain was draggin my two large suitcases with us. I told Hna. Monge that the best way to ttravel with luggage is on the micro (small bus) because its funer. We got to the office, i dropped off my luggage and me and my comp made our way over to president's house. I had my interview with President Gillespie in the which he asked me about my plansfor the future, gave me some advice and dating tips, and then asked me how the mission had changed me, or rather, how i had become a better person because of the mission. Really, I would ask myself how it had not helped me.

the mission has helped me in so many ways, apart from having become more responsable and organized, and learning to work with a schelule and to plan and set goals- apart from meetong and seeing the points of view of so many diverse and wonderful people and really beginning to see the complexity and,at the same time,simplicity of nations-apart from all thast, it has helped me to find nourish and strengthen my convictions and faith in my Savior Jesus Christ; and Im talking real faith- the thing that makes you walk the walk instead of just talking the talk. The patterns i have established during my mission are a foundation on whcih i can keep edifying myself until I reach heaven. For that, I am eternally and deeply grateful to my Heavenly Father for the chance He gave me to serve him for this year and a half. It may not have been a long time (though for some it would seem that way) but it has truly been a formative and quintasential period in my life up to this point.

i wish i had been able to sum it up as well for my mission President, but I think he got the gist of it.

Afterward, I had to wait for Hna. Rivas (the other sister missionary returning home with me) to have her interview with President, during the which time i had some breakfast with Hermana Gillespie. Then Hna. Rivas and I went to read and answer our last emails of the mission... that was a heartwrenching experience for me... i felt like there was a hole opening up in me. Then we went to weigh our luggage, moved some things around, and Hna. Rivas had to take and english test. I suppose it went well for her... i wasnt too sure because i took a nap on Presidents deep and incredibly comfy couches.

When all the returning missionaries got to the house, we began the "closing ceremonies", if you will. It consisted of a dinner, then a testimony meeting. Each and every missionary had the opportuniy to stand and say something about how they felt/what they had learned from the mission. Personally i couldnt stop bawling, to see so much change in people's live, its awe-inspiring. Somehting that Hna. Rivas said taught me a lot about the influence a missionary has without knowing it:

In Belloto 2, the Hna.s had an old man named Jorge Luis as an investgator. They shared with him and he lied what they taught but never really kept his commitments. One day we went to his house (we were in a trio at that time) and we found him watering outside. He told us that he wasnt very interested in listening anymore. (heres the interesting part... but also the part i dont remember) Hna Rivas was about to accept that he didnt want to listen anymore, but turns out that I piped up and insisted that he let us talk to him for a few minutes, saying that the message we had was of utmost importance. Well, he let us in and we talked to him about prayer, i think. He had never prayed. That was the only time I had the opportunity to teach Jorge Luis, but I heard that he got baptized and is currently active in the church, and that he has a beautiful testimony.

You never know what kind of infulence you will have on the people around you.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Bon Voyage!

welp, the time has come for me to spread my little wings and leave the mtc behind. it has been a great tim here, learning and feeling the spirit and whatnot. in about 16 or so hours i will be in Vina del Mar, Chile to preach the good news of Christ to the good people there. Dont miss me too too much, kay?
you all can write me at well_flip_hermana@myldsmail.net. Or, if ya wanna get more personal you can send a letter snail-mail style to:

hermana katie kelly
chile vina del mar mission
4 norte 1112
vina del mar
chile

les quiero! embrazos,
hermana kelly

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Possible parting is such semi-sweet sorrow...

In case those of you my avid readers didnt know, tomorrow I will be entering the MTC, the official start of my 18-month mission in Vina del Mar, Chile. I dont know whether or not I will be able to procure much internet time while I'm there, so this blog might be on hiatus for a while.... unless I can find some way to send my thoughts to a reliable friend to be blogged by proxy..... (Reyna...?)
Anyway, thanks for reading waht I had to say, though my life is pretty boring; and, until next we meet, God be with you. :D
Hermana Kelly

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Suprise! It's Christmas!


This morning I was awakened by my mother excitedly shouting, "Wake up, Katie! Santa was here!" My family had thrown Jack and me a SUPRISE EARLY CHRISTMAS, since we won't be home for the real Christmas (we report to the MTC on Dec. 17th) so the morning was spent by my family watching the two missionaries-to-be opening gifts. It was really nice, we got a lot of things that will be useful on the mish.... and my mom got Jack and me tickets to go see Manheim Steamroller this Saturday after our endowment. Yay! All-in-all a successful, though unusual, Christmas.
In other news, I had to speak in two wards this morning; My home ward and singles ward. I made a bit of a fool of myself in home ward, but I think it was a success in general.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Midnight Turkey Lovin'


It is currently 11:00pm, and what am I up to? Why, roasting a turkey, of course! My dad is having a thanksgiving-type luncheon at his job tomorrow and he is supposed to bring the turkey, so at 9:00pm he asked me to start roasting a 25 lb. turkey. According to the instructions that came with the bird, it will be done at 2:00 in the morning. Woo-hoo.