tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77417124485279486452024-02-07T05:48:35.658-06:00The Everything GirlMaybe not everthing, but close enough: fashion, love, movies, music, TV shows, books, cooking, the Bible and being singleKelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-82770411621242521332012-03-29T20:33:00.000-05:002012-09-08T17:33:47.102-05:00I'm Over Here...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I needed a change, so I moved, kelliwgoesviral.blogspot.com<a href="http://kelliwgoesviral.blogspot.com/">kelliwgoesviral.blogspot.com</a> Same me, more emphasis on music and articles, but still lots of different things.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">>><a href="http://kelliwgoesviral.blogspot.com/">FOLLOW ME HERE</a></span><br />
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You won't be sorry you did. Unless you hate music in which case we don't have that much in common anyway.</div>
Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-25982803740030777002012-02-26T20:07:00.000-06:002012-02-26T20:07:45.996-06:00Spark<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I wish I were a glow worm,<br />
A glow worm's never glum,<br />
'Cause how can you be<br />
grumpy, when the sun shines<br />
out your bum?<br />
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When I read that I smile. And then I imagine what people would look like if their bums were glowing and I giggle. I hope you smile!<br />
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And here is something to help you with that:<br />
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<iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xvRGh2NEjSU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheers Theme Song</span><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-13294697412163099652012-01-29T16:51:00.000-06:002012-01-29T16:51:39.193-06:00Commitment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I am going to come out and say it: As a thirty year old single woman I am a bit of a commitment phobe. Although not when it comes to humans and dogs... Everything else though, that is open to discussion.<br />
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I have never been someone who knew exactly what they wanted to do. Too many things interested me, and the idea of working at one job for the rest of my life gives me hives.<br />
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This also explains why I haven't settled into this blog yet. I don't like to be tied down unless it is on a roller coaster, and then it is fine. I'm scared of heights you know. Therefore this blog has no difinitive theme. That would box me in, and I can't have that. Remember the hives?<br />
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Furthermore it is the reason I can't choose a favorite song, band, album, movie, or TV show. Too many good ones. So many more to come. Who wants to stay on just one? I can't even pick a favorite soda: Coke, Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, Sunkist, A&W Root Beer, Sprite, 7Up, Cherry Coke, Cherry Pepsi, Ginger Ale, even Fresca.... okay my family would probably tell you I do have a favorite, Cherry Coke. Maybe that was a bad example.<br />
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I know, favorite color. Don't have one. I love the rainbow. Now there are some I'm partial to such as red and green. And then yellow, blue, pink, and purple. And the shades in between. Especially if they're bright. Not neon, but bright, like Kelly Green.<br />
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What is the moral of this? Nothing. I just wanted to give you some insight into my brain, and why with me, change happens, often.<br />
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<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1ZOOisccC9E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Move</span></b><br />
<b>by Mercy Me</b><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli<br />
</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-22297749085072028202012-01-15T21:53:00.000-06:002012-01-15T21:53:40.918-06:00On A Sad Note<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I haven't posted for a few days. On Thursday I found out my co-worker's, Lisa, husband was diagnosed with cancer. He has a 22 cm mass in his stomach and the cancer is wrapped around his gall bladder and pancreas. They aren't sure where it is coming from. He is only 46 years old. And they have a 12 and 1 year old together. Any prayers you might be able to spare them would be much appreciated.<br />
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Then on Saturday while celebrating a friend's birthday my mother texted me that my grandpa's wife passed away. (I would use the term step-grandmother, but it just sounds odd.) My heart breaks for my grandpa. My grandmother died one (1!) day before their 50th anniversary. And now his second wife has passed...<br />
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So, I will be on my way to the funeral, it takes place on Tuesday, but because the trip is eight hours we will be leaving tomorrow.<br />
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Hold the ones you love close!<br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-53299718273216632122012-01-11T07:00:00.003-06:002012-01-11T07:49:29.230-06:00One Tree Hill<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I started watching this show back in the fourth season because my baby sister started watching it and I wanted to see what she found so interesting. Three episodes in and I was hooked. So good, bad, or ever so soapy, I have happily watched for the last five years.<br />
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I thought I would take a moment and reflect on some of my favorites of this show:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDO0xSYvZ5TNYzUgMFZVR6KO5JIy9hRFExzv3zArPva9e8hwGSiu0AC1LaAWTjGQbBphCuehSV8LM3ATeARjh8u4vLGeML2vQK2yW6IrPMkd2o3q-uxgE7kds-soztFAuOQuAP4bhdf0VH/s1600/Hair03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDO0xSYvZ5TNYzUgMFZVR6KO5JIy9hRFExzv3zArPva9e8hwGSiu0AC1LaAWTjGQbBphCuehSV8LM3ATeARjh8u4vLGeML2vQK2yW6IrPMkd2o3q-uxgE7kds-soztFAuOQuAP4bhdf0VH/s200/Hair03.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><b>Favorite Character:</b> Haley. There are so many differences between this character and I, but so many things I see that we have in common. She is sweet, tenacious. fiercely loyal, and ever loving. She is played by the ever so cool, <a href="http://www.bjgofficial.com/">Bethany Joy Galeotti</a>, and is one of the reasons I kept coming back year after year. And on a vain note: love her hair.<br />
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<b>Favorite Couple:</b> Nathan & Haley. My romantic heart just adores this couple. They are probably the real reason I keep coming back season after season. They have been together since Season 1, and One Tree Hill would not be the same without them. I was never about the Peyton-Lucas-Brooke triangle. I was all about this young love finding its way.<br />
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<b>Favorite Season:</b> The 3rd Season. With Haley and Nathan on the verge of divorce (she left him for the spot light), the shooting of beloved Uncle Keith, and the continued downward spiral of villain Dan this season brings out the best of the show. Obviously my couple reconcile, but the heart of this show was displayed so well here. If you watch any season at all, watch this one.<br />
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A really great show. And the video below encompasses what made it so wonderful. My favorite One Tree Hill Cast Video ever, and so perfectly in-tune to this moment.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">All We Are</span></b><br />
<b>by OneRepublic</b><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-33523750587781380192012-01-07T07:30:00.000-06:002012-01-07T07:30:46.843-06:00The Moment of Nerd<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I once read, "I do my best proofreading after I hit send." I thought... how do they know I do that?<br />
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And then I saw this on pinterest and I couldn't stop laughing:<br />
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(from <a href="http://pinterest.com/kelli_restored/">Pinterest</a> via <a href="http://www.quickmeme.com/">Quickmeme</a>)</div><br />
And that was when I knew I was enjoying a moment of nerd.<br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli<br />
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So, I was in need of a new prayer journal since I had finished my Billy Graham one, and I found the one I had been using before. I read some journal entries that were dated about this time last year, and what I wanted to accomplish or have happen. I was humbled by how much I had received from that list.<br />
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So what I am thankful for this week?<br />
<ol style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><li>My job. I enjoy, for the most part, the people I work with, and I most certainly enjoy my pay check. It has allowed me to get a new vehicle and buy little luxuries such as <a href="http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/originals/justified/"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Justified Season 2</span></strong></a>... However, the reason I bring it up today is that they are changing my schedule from Monday through Friday to Tuesday through Saturday. Hopefully for a brief time, and by reminding myself I am thankful for the job I won't complain...too much.</li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Movies. How awesome are movies? Aren't you glad they were created? Sure some could have been left in the dust...I'm talking to you Vanilla Sky, but for the most part they are quite enjoyable. On Monday I saw Sherlock Holmes II with my sister Lora (which was awesome). And on Saturday I'm suppose to see Mission: Impossible IV. Very grateful for that.</li>
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I am really quite humbled by how blessed I am, and the blessings that are coming. I know I don't deserve them, but am truly grateful for all I receive. A big thanks to you.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I got a $10.00 gift certificate to Amazon to which I bought music. This is one of the songs I bought:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6JnGBs88sL0" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Say It Right</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>by: Nelly Furtado</strong></div><br />
Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-89646485813431317552012-01-02T16:13:00.000-06:002012-01-02T16:13:14.089-06:00Resolutions?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Technically my resolutions should have taken place today, but since I had the day off and I still consider it the holiday it all starts tomorrow (that's my story and I'm sticking to it). Which will be tough. Trying to write about this subject and not seem preach-y is nearly impossible. The truth is I always start off with the best of intentions, and by about the second or third week in January have failed.<br />
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I did find though that once I changed the word 'resolution' to 'goal' it became easier to maintain. A goal is something to attain, and therefore once I've conquered it I feel better. Whereas to me a resolution means a complete life style change and that seems so enduringly long I usually don't stick with it.<br />
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Last year I made a goal of doing a prayer journal and getting my Twitter followers to 40. I have completed my prayer journal (I used a Billy Graham one), and I have read the entire New Testament (Part of the Journal). Plus, I now have 61 Twitter followers.<br />
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So this year I have two new goals:<br />
<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>To get in the habit of working out for 30 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes at night, except for Wednesday and Friday nights.</li>
<li>To start using an eye make up remover every time I wash my face. I'm in my thirties now, gotta make sure I take even more care of my skin.</li>
</ol>And that's it. I might add, as I do, to the goal list, but I try to keep it more than one, and five or less. Too many and I freak out.<br />
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This song always puts me in a great mood, and fits with how excited I am for the new year.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The Finer Things</span></b><br />
<b>by: Steve Winwood</b><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli<br />
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PS: I adored the new Sherlock Holmes movie. Of course I liked the first one too...</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-29818894080749856662012-01-01T10:18:00.000-06:002012-01-01T10:18:29.713-06:00Happy New Year!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better man." - Ben Franklin</span></i><br />
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I can't believe 2012 is here. I hope you all had a most wonderful New Years Eve and are enjoying the new year much like myself. Although I wish I had gotten ready to go to church... not a great way to start the year off spiritually. Still, I thank God for his blessings and His hand upon my life. I would be no where without Him. His love saves me every day, and I am so glad that we have such a loving and wonderful Creator. <br />
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I have some people in my life that are going through some of the same struggles I did, and as I look back to see how I got through it all only one answer comes to mind: Jesus. I hate how sinful I am, how in the blink of an eye I can go from a spiritual high to a sinful low, but I am so very grateful I serve the God of Another Chance. I can't explain his love, but it is one I desperately need and couldn't be without. I am whole because of Him.<br />
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I want to thank him publicly and hope all of you have a most wonderful and blessed 2012!<br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-55225234436687288942011-12-31T17:00:00.001-06:002011-12-31T17:00:05.227-06:002011 Reflections<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
What a year! I started off my year rather broke, and looking for some help. I ended it with me having a job with insurance, a new car, and paying my bills. It was what I had been hoping for this time last year.<br />
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So, I thought I would reflect on the big events for this year (mostly personal).<br />
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May - I got a new job. Scary, but good. I've enjoyed it so far, but it has certainly made me want to be corporate not work for corporate.<br />
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June - I turned 30. 30!<br />
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August - Shas gave birth to Baylor. Isn't he a cutie?<br />
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September - Lora left for Michigan.<br />
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November - Bought a new car! Very scary and exciting.<br />
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Of course my biggest challenge will be tonight as I struggle to stay awake until midnight. Then again if it does become a family affair and we play Classic Rock Trivial prusuit it could become a blood bath. And one does not simply fall asleep during a blood bath.<br />
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I would like to say I'm kidding about the intesity at which my family plays a trivia game involving music, but I am not. You're welcome to come, but you're on your own and if you don't know, don't speak.<br />
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Okay, now that I've revealed that...<br />
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Have a happy and safe new year everyone!<br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli<br />
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</div></div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-50300843978564064142011-12-30T10:45:00.004-06:002011-12-30T10:45:01.058-06:00Melissa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A few months ago I posted about my sister, <a href="http://restoredsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/lora.html">Lora</a>, and now it is Melissa's turn. Melissa is my second sister, and from the moment she was born I was in love with her. She was so patient and very smart as I had to teach her everything I learned while in school.<br />
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</div><div align="left">She left us after she graduated high school to the rocky mountains, and has stayed there since. Still as smart as ever. I still remember when I helped her move into her dorm room. In Kansas we saw a dirt tornado that I have never seen duplicated. Good memories.</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">Her love and passion for music is certainly something I share, but perhaps not our taste. However, there are a few we do agree on: Placebo and Mumford and Sons. There might be more, but Melissa's a dancer and I have two left feet.</div><div align="left"><br />
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Her ability to calmly argue with anyone on anything is remarkable. She is always funny, and has a unique outlook on the world and the way it works. But like her Twitter describes her, she is a slow driver, but her commentary while driving makes up for it. You should hear it sometime.<br />
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Always an original, and following her path with Christ Melissa is unlike anyone I have ever met or known. I'm blessed to have her as my sister and I pray that her burdens be light.<br />
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So for a song she introduced me to:<br />
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<strong>The New Sound</strong><br />
<strong>by: The Capricorns</strong><br />
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Much Love to Melissa,<br />
From Kelli<br />
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Which leads me to:<br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>3 Day Weekends. Aren't they wonderful? I start my new work schedule next week: Tuesday through Saturday, so I won't have many of them for the next few months, but I will so enjoy this one.</li>
<li>Family. Because they understand. In Kansas I got to see some cousins I haven't seen in years. We ended up discussing Grandma's food and all of us mentioned her Waldorf salad. (She always took the celery out for me.) And her friend chicken. It was so nice to talk with them and know they knew how awesome she was.</li>
<li>Presents. I love giving and receiving them, and I especially love when I get some extra cash that I can actually use to go shopping. Which I will be doing Saturday. Hopefully. Can't wait!</li>
</ol>Oh, I'm also on Pinterest, if you want to find me: kelli_restored.<br />
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I so enjoy this song. My favorite line is "I've been 'Yes' and I've been 'Oh Hell No'" Cause I have:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Save Me San Francisco</span></strong><br />
<strong>by: Train</strong><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-44539623808224631052011-12-22T19:22:00.000-06:002011-12-22T19:22:18.381-06:00Thankful Thursday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Goodness I forgot what working retail was like during the holiday season. I think everyone who had an attitude decided to show up at my place of work yesterday. Thankfully today I got to take the afternoon off, and stand in line with those people... which makes me thankful for the following:<br />
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<ol><li>Christmas Season - It is my favorite time of year. Sure rude people, nasty drivers, large crowds, and crazy people do not deter my love of this season. They put a damper on it for the moment, but it is still a great time of year. Yes, I am that woman that sings Christmas tunes while shopping. Ducking down now.</li>
<li>Casual Day - Tomorrow I get to wear jeans. That makes everything better.</li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My Dog. He's just so darn cute.</li>
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I think this week has moved a little slow only because I've been anticipating breakfast and shopping with my mother on Saturday. However, since I love the Christmas season, and I have had such a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit lately I think it is good it is moving slow. I can enjoy it longer.<br />
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With that said....<br />
<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Rain. It has rained this week. If you are not in Texas I'm sure you've heard of the drought we've been experiencing and the water restrictions. I'm very thankful for it. A nice slow, gentle rain, which will certainly help.</li>
<li>Christmas Parties. I love party food. It is that simple.</li>
<li>Style. According my sister <a href="http://restoredsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/lora.html">Lora</a>, I acquired some while she was gone. I resent that, as I've always had style, but if people think I'm looking good I'll take it.</li>
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A capture of the way I'm feeling:<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We Need A Little Christmas</span></b><br />
<b>by: Johnny Mathis</b><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-86015431547896841032011-12-13T20:29:00.000-06:002011-12-13T20:29:31.549-06:00Relieved!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Yesterday I had been accused of being in a bad mood. I don't know that I was in a bad mood as much as I was in a quiet mood, but I was outnumbered in that assessment. (I really wasn't though!)<br />
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As timing would have it as I was driving home last night I heard Creed's "My Own Prison", which is one of the few songs of theirs I truly enjoy and still listen to. I started singing the song out loud, thankfully alone. I still have some lingering cold and I sound more like a moose looking for a mate than a singer. Poor God. He had to hear that.<br />
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The lyrics to "My Own Prison" have always had an effect on me, and last night was no different. I was imagining the scene of someone who knew that their time was up and no amount of regret was going to change the situation. For a split second my heart was in my throat as I felt the fear of that day.<br />
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However, I know I will not have to ever bear witness to that scene, my peace came flooding back. Just then though my heart broke as I thought of those who have denied their Creator. I have several loved ones who don't accept Christ as their savior, and to know they face that...<br />
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And it isn't so much death either as knowing what they are missing out on now. Constant access to peace, love, strength, joy, compassion, healing, relief, hope, wisdom, and so much more. While I was in my prayer time last night I had to take a moment and thank God for being God.<br />
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Where would I be without Jesus? When I was in high school would I have taken my life because of the bullying? Would I have gone into a tail spin when my beloved grandmother died and I was already feeling so lost? My answer would be I hope not, but I can tell you with all certainty that had it not been for Christ and His love for me I would be in a very different place than I am right now.<br />
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His overwhelming love for me, and his constant patience with me as a sinner is incomparable and unwavering. I pray for my loved ones to feel this, to know this for themselves. And I pray it for all of you.<br />
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The best part? It doesn't matter what religion you are, where you are, what you do, what you've done, or your political beliefs (that's a joke, but seriously...), all you have to do is accept Christ as your personal savior.<br />
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How easy is that? It is for everyone in the world, no matter of background. And you don't have to belong to organized religion at all.<br />
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Truly, praise Jesus!<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My Own Prison</span></b><br />
<b>by Creed</b><br />
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*Feel free to discuss any of what I said with me in the comments.<br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-40325083196208561642011-12-08T18:38:00.000-06:002011-12-08T18:38:22.983-06:00Thankful Thursday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A little late today, but I'm here.<br />
Does anyone else watch Sons of Anarchy? Was that finale not phenomenal? My goodness!! Season 3's finale is still my favorite, but Season 4 just blew me away.<br />
Okay, back to what I'm thankful for:<br />
<ol><li>My ears. I've been sick this week, and have had a tough time breathing, and nothing makes appreciate the norm like not having it. However, when I got a little spastic about my car not recognizing the new song on my USB I realized how thankful I am for my ears. And the Broadway channel on XM.</li>
<li>My parents. Awe... I know. Honestly though I really do have amazing parents. Still married, in love, driving each other nuts and giggling about it, loving me and my sisters beyond reason, and going out of their way to ensure a good life for us. I am more than blessed with these two.<br />
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<li>Jesus. Sometimes I get carried away with life. Sometimes I get caught up with the have nots, and hard pathway, and then I remember the joy that comes from knowing Christ. The peace, the love, the joy, the compassion, the grace, the healing, the help, the favor... and I remember why this man changed my life. And why I've dedicated my life to following him.</li>
</ol>So what song was I having a cow about? It is a cover of "House of the Rising Sun", but the lyrics have been changed for Tara/Jax on Sons of Anarchy and done from Tara's point of view. Just phenomenal, and I hope you take a listen:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">House of the Rising Sun</span></strong><br />
<strong>by: The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers</strong><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli<br />
<ol></ol></div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-45320647706807833692011-12-05T22:04:00.000-06:002011-12-05T22:04:19.287-06:00We Interrupt This Posting....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So from Thursday to today (Monday) I have had no less than five major technological issues. <br />
<ol><li>My phone on Wednesday night gave me the white screen of death. Dead it was. Sad, so very sad.</li>
<li>My laptop decided it didn't need to have a bright screen.</li>
<li>My camera hooked into my computer. My computer recognized my camera. However, it would not let me take any of my photos (which is why I still haven't posted any new hair pictures).</li>
<li>My new car doesn't recognize my new phone.</li>
<li>When I logged onto my computer at work today my mainframe was... something. Technical support had to un-install and then reinstall to get it to come back.</li>
</ol>Perhaps #4 isn't a major one, but after everything it is a pain in the butt.<br />
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However, the following happened:<br />
<ol><li>AT&T replaced my phone with a new one, same model.</li>
<li>Thanks to Google and Boards to get my screen back all I had to do was press the fn button and the arrow up button - to brighten. Much better.</li>
<li>I haven't tried the camera and computer together. One issue at a time.</li>
<li>My car still doesn't recognize my phone. Will probably have to employ the Google/Board combo again.</li>
<li>After 30 minutes this morning my computer is back to good.</li>
</ol>So while there should be a nice post here of my long hair before and short hair after there isn't. And due to those issues no pictures of the Pineapple Upside Down Mini Bundt Cakes. Oh well. Hopefully I'll get to bake some cookies this week.<br />
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Oh, new song I like:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Start A Fire</span></strong><br />
<strong>by Ryan Star</strong><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-82224314160154889802011-12-01T10:00:00.003-06:002011-12-01T10:00:08.555-06:00Thankful Thursday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Thankful people are happier people, or so I am told. The Bible certainly backs up this thought, so why not dedicate a day to being thankful. We could call it something like Thanksgiving...have it in November when the cold wind makes you hungry...<br />
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Perhaps that already is a national holiday, but being thankful at least once a week is not. So, I am going to try every Thursday to post three things I am thankful for.<br />
<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>My new car. - The engine was about to drop out of my beloved mustang. Plus, I don't have much credit, so the fact I was able to get the exact vehicle I wanted is nothing short of God's grace and favor on me. I am most grateful.</li>
<li>My sister being home. - Lora surprised us on Thanksgiving by coming home. I've missed her. I know there are opportunities for her to leave again, but I am thankful for the time she is home.</li>
<li>Not having to work this Friday. - I got to take the day off and still get paid for it. I don't think you can get much better than that in the working world. So I plan to get my hair cut off (donating to locks of love), and making pineapple upside mini bundt cakes for my bff, Shas, for her birthday.</li>
</ol><div>I will be posting pictures of both my new hair and recipe after Friday. Until then I hope you find three things you are grateful for, and I hope it brings a smile to your face.</div><div><br />
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</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Good Life</span></b></div><div><b>by OneRepublic</b></div><div><br />
</div><div>Much Love,</div><div>Kelli</div></div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-65797811882805859052011-11-29T10:00:00.002-06:002011-11-29T10:00:07.793-06:00Sour Cream Cherry Streusel Pie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZXS1rqPPCK7AHcla4TQ3wIMWomltRpWHLGOSfxQFiPxEU-8lqYG9aYdGkAktDNV3e4fTC0ZiE9Et6VcpJVL0MiwAcb-XwZT-eiHs_nkO4wxh9vDy75sV2bqP_KqrNfH5jq6rbUDpLuB-/s1600/KelliCherryPie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZXS1rqPPCK7AHcla4TQ3wIMWomltRpWHLGOSfxQFiPxEU-8lqYG9aYdGkAktDNV3e4fTC0ZiE9Et6VcpJVL0MiwAcb-XwZT-eiHs_nkO4wxh9vDy75sV2bqP_KqrNfH5jq6rbUDpLuB-/s400/KelliCherryPie.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Tastes & Looks Better than the picture!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adapted from <a href="http://www.visionsofsugarplum.com/2009/05/chocolate-chip-streusel-topped-cherry.html">Sugar Plum's Chocolate Chip Struesel Topped Cherry Sour Cream Pie</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I changed a few things for convenience... and with it being a day before Thanksgiving some ingredients had already been taken from the shelves. However, it turned out beautifully and tasted wonderfully. I made this for the office, but I will make it again soon, and this time I will use white chocolate chips as my family are not big chocolate fans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ingredients:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pie:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1 Can of Cherry Pie Filling</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1/2 Cup of Sour Cream</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1 Pie Crust - you can make your own or buy it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Streusel:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">3/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1/2 cup all-purpose flour</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1/4 teaspoon salt</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">2/3 cup dark chocolate chips</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1/4 cup sliced almonds, toasted</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">6 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into tiny pieces</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Preheat Oven to 350 degrees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Combine the cherry filling and sour cream. Should look neon pink. I really wish I had a picture of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Place pie crust into baking dish (if you actually made yours, well there are instructions for that).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then pour the filling into the uncooked crust.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I baked mine for 15 minutes without the streusel because my oven is wacky and would have burned the streusel before even getting to the pie. (So in real oven terms you're looking at 20-25 minutes).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While the filling is baking put all of the streusel ingredients together. I ended up just cutting my butter with a knife into the topping and then with my hands combining it all together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When the filling had baked I took it out and covered it in the streusel. Then I put it all back into the oven and baked it for another 15 minutes (again, if you're oven is normal 20-25 minutes).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It really was delicious. I can't wait to make it again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As for the song... I just couldn't resist:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Cherry Pie</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>by Warrant</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Much Love,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kelli</div><br />
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</div></div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-13675651762800697032011-11-27T16:18:00.000-06:002011-11-27T16:18:08.492-06:00Busy Body<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">As some might have noticed I've been a little MIA lately. I took an unannounced break from blogging while I focused on different perusals, like <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a>. Ha! Except I have been on pinterest a little too much for saying I'm a casual visitor.<br />
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Blessings have been abounding in my life. I read posts from myself this time last year and to say that God has more than abundantly blessed me would be an understatement. Just keep leaning on him if your season right now isn't exactly what you had hoped for.<br />
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To make this easy I've compiled a list of things that have changed:<br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>I got a new car:<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-ZTxyBNN5nWp4a2sZGEHNaxw64yrsFjp-gYR6-_QFSBW7dSIBTB5M6nUUbnBwpGdzd0kE7nZKRYEy5gNYoNfC5cel2UQnXbrr6U0fKYsjOMasDcbbt8yobECuZ_oc167s72s1xFihkSo/s1600/KelliNewCar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-ZTxyBNN5nWp4a2sZGEHNaxw64yrsFjp-gYR6-_QFSBW7dSIBTB5M6nUUbnBwpGdzd0kE7nZKRYEy5gNYoNfC5cel2UQnXbrr6U0fKYsjOMasDcbbt8yobECuZ_oc167s72s1xFihkSo/s320/KelliNewCar.jpg" width="191" /></a> </ol>It was exactly what I wanted.<br />
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They even ended up having to give me a great amount on the trade-in of my much beloved yellow mustang. The best part was I did it all by myself. No parents.<br />
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I really am starting my thirties out much more differently than I did my twenties, which I am more than grateful for. I know this is going to be a great decade for me. I can't wait to see what else happens.<br />
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As for other things... no... that might be about it actually... not to worry though I have lots of stuff coming up. I've been baking up a storm, and on Friday I'm chopping off all my hair and donating it to Locks of Love.<br />
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In the meantime I have this gem:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love & Memories</span></b><br />
<b>by: OAR</b><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-69507386427595110362011-10-09T21:36:00.001-05:002011-10-09T21:37:05.537-05:00Two Things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So this weekend was wonderfully doused with rain. I couldn't praise God enough for that. And in this weekend two things have captured my attention.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">1. Buster Keaton</span><br />
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A silent screen comedian/actor/director/writer. I didn't know much about him until today when I was watching TCM and they had his movies on screen. I love classic movies, but I don't really watch many silent films. For Buster, though, I believe I will have to make an exception. Truly funny, and his effects astound me.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">2. String Quartet Music</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I started listening to this genre of popular songs being re-done in string quartets since I discovered, "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxhDpMAoVig">Black Hole Sun" by The Section Quartet</a>. Beautifully done to say the least. So, Friday night when I was watching the Greatest Songs of the 2000's they played "Pocket Full of Sunshine" by Natasha Bedingfield. I like that song, and went to see how much it would cost me to download. (A $1.29 by the way.) However, they had a string quartet version of it, and I was intrigued.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been enraptured by this movement all weekend. If you haven't heard it before may I be the one to introduce it to you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Pocket Full of Sunshine</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>by Vitamin String Quartet</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Much Love,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kelli</div><br />
</div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-4155153811002812932011-10-02T21:46:00.000-05:002011-10-02T21:46:57.535-05:00Courageous<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/_images/_stills/adamchurch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/_images/_stills/adamchurch.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
I went and saw this movie today with my dad and church family. It was a wonderful movie, and I highly recommend it to anyone. I have to say my favorite part though was the reaction from the audience. In one scene a father is telling his fifteen year old girl that if the boy she likes doesn't respect her parents then he won't respect her. There was a chorus of women going, "Mmmhmmm." and you could practically feel the head move that came with that.<br />
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This was a fabulous Christian-based film. See it and support it if you get the chance.<br />
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And I can't wait until this movie comes out:<br />
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A Joyful Noise!<br />
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When I saw it had Dolly Parton AND Queen Latifa I was sold. I love both of those women. There are some good movies coming out and I can't wait to see them!<br />
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And on a personal note, I'm starting a new blog. I don't know if I'll keep this one or not, but I feel the need to start a new one. You can view it here: <a href="http://defendingawkward.blogspot.com/">Defending Awkward (Since 1981)</a><br />
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Much Love,<br />
Kelli.</div></div>Kelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-1013711546055202722011-09-29T20:32:00.000-05:002011-09-29T20:32:59.525-05:00The PonytailI have a deep desire to wear the perfect ponytail. I didn't always have this obsession, until the premiere of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's true. At the end of the season Buffy wore a leather jacket, and my quest for the perfect ponytail began.<br />
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See:<br />
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The picture may be a little blurry but you get the idea. I've tried for years to duplicate it, but it has still remained elusive.<br />
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And then I saw Brenda Lee Johnson's ponytail from The Closer. And again I set off on a new ideal, something else to try...<br />
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This one I know requires a curling iron, which I don't have time for during the work week, but still... it just never quites get there.<br />
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And finally there is this one. From Haley James Scott in Season 4 of One Tree Hill....<br />
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And yet no...<br />
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Maybe I just need someone to show me how. Or get a stylist to do it. However, I don't think my quest for the perfect ponytail will stop any time soon.<br />
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My question to you is, what beauty trick eludes you? Or have you been able to conquer it, and please share with me!!<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Cooler Than Me</span></strong><br />
<strong>by: Mike Posner</strong><br />
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Much Love,<br />
KelliKelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-44373415904269538132011-09-25T21:45:00.001-05:002011-09-27T21:48:27.193-05:00To Keep MovingI did something today that hurt. It still hurts. I had to tell my co-pastor that I had to step down as a Sunday school teacher. The look on his face made it nearly impossible to keep the tears at bay because this isn't something I <i>want</i> to do, but it is something I <i>need</i> to do. I love my church family. I'm not leaving, leaving, but I will no longer be there on Sunday mornings.<br />
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My church doesn't have a big singles group, in fact I am the only single girl there (at my age). And even in my own social circle I am the only single girl. I need people in my life who are where I am, and I can't find that in my current circumstances. I would like to meet someone special, but if I don't that's okay too. I do, however, want to meet other singles who are my age. More importantly other Christian singles.<br />
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My church family is like my real family. I love them dearly. I will still be there for Wednesday night Bible Study, and our Ninevite Outreach Program, but the time has come to go on. It isn't an easy decision, and not one I would make on my own. However, I had three separate sources who said the exact same thing to me, and not one of them speaks to the other.<br />
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I guess I'm posting this to not only help with the pain of it, but to also encourage you. If there is a comfort zone you are being asked to move away from I'm there with you. You can do it, and you should. I'm here for you and you can take comfort in the fact someone else understands.<br />
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Believe it or not I take great comfort in a song by REO Speedwagon, which to me just sounds like God speaking to me:<br />
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"As soon as you are able<br />
Woman, I am willing<br />
To make a break<br />
that we are on the brink of<br />
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My cup is on the table<br />
My love is spilling<br />
Waiting for you to take<br />
and drink of<br />
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So if you're tired of<br />
the same old story<br />
Turn some pages<br />
I'll be here when you are ready<br />
to roll with the changes"<br />
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And I feel like the second set of verses are my response to Him. A little weird perhaps, but that's how God works with me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Roll with the Changes</b></span><br />
<b>by REO Speedwagon</b><br />
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Much Love,<br />
KelliKelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741712448527948645.post-51007339212481441142011-09-22T06:31:00.000-05:002011-09-22T06:31:23.978-05:00Dreamed a DreamNo really... I have been having some bizarre dreams lately. Just a run down:<br />
<ul><li>I waved at an angel. I couldn't see the face or the bottom legs, but I waved, it came back and waved at me. It was also snowing, and the large tree in front of my window? Gone.</li>
<li>I dreamt of the secret to my blog's success. Unfortunately I don't remember it now.</li>
<li>I had a secret council meeting with my second mom (hi Debbie!) and with Greg from work. (hi Greg!).</li>
<li>My second family printed resumes and went looking for jobs, first up, Disney Store. I went with them for moral support. Do not wish to change jobs at this time.</li>
</ul>I guess my big question to you is, what sort of weird dreams have you been having or had? Or what was your weirdest dream?<br />
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Mine include:<br />
<ul><li>Killing a group of quasi-Nazi soldiers (they were putting me and other people into a concentration camp). I couldn't let that happen so I lead a group of rebels. I woke up with the feeling of the small-person soldier grasping my ankle as I tried to crush his throat with my boot.</li>
<li>Being forced to watch airplanes crash if I didn't divulge national secrets.</li>
<li>Picking up my car ala Fred Flinstone style to out run the cops because I had several criminals stuffed in various places of the car (and this was a compact, not SUV).</li>
<li>Saving my baby sister from being kidnapped in Mexico, not sure what to do, and then seeing my pastor there.</li>
<li>Sitting in a huge lake, surrounded by Mountains (looked English/Irish) and a dragon was under the water about to come up.</li>
</ul>So please don't feel shy in sharing!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dream Police</span><br />
by: Cheap Trick<br />
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Much Love,<br />
KelliKelli Waithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140182354560048156noreply@blogger.com