do not speak unless it can improve your silence.

I feel as though I probably should have held my tongue. 

Sometimes you leave off on the same page & know that your initial decision is the way to go. 

But then you fall behind when you're reminded what another's intents were & find yourself right at the very beginning of the book. 

Again. 

Consumed by confusion & "what ifs". 

You should clear the air & get back on the same page. 

You call. 

You confide. 

You cry. 

You're back on the same page. 

But you feel a little stupid & that unintentionally a little respect was lost for you. 

Or maybe it was gained. 

Just know that time is on my hit-list. 

I may have jumped the gun too quickly.

Impatience: 1 Kelsey: 0

It's a new round. 

It'll be different this time.  

If nothing is in my hands anymore, will it end good?

I believe it will. 

We're good. 

I'm frazzled. 

It's fine.

blog beneath the blog.

As far as my personal life goes, I feel as though many, certainly not all, of my posts on here have an overlapping melody. I always seem to throw out good information and tell you these feelings I have without even telling you all the heart of it. My words seem a little bit detached, I suppose. I guess this could be good and bad. 

The good: 

1. It's intriguing. 

2. I don't want to be that person that you will know everything about by the simple click of a mouse. 

The bad: 

1. I feel like a closed book sometimes. 

I know my efforts to blog about certain stuff end in me just telling you that I am so happy, willing & loving life without revealing my actual reasons. 

So how about this, give me a little time to muster the confidence. 

One day you will learn the whole story. I promise. 

You'll know the blog beneath the blog in due measure. 

chatterboxes.

With a pair of two almost 3 year olds being within constant ears distance & the ability to remember & repeat whatever comes out of someone's mouth, the Robinson household has been in dire need of a language adjustment. 

Don't worry, mom has us all on lock down. Even though, I'm pretty sure it's all her fault in the first place. 

Example from a few days ago. 

Proceed. Paraphrasing of course. 

Adriane: Ew I hate that!

Mom: Uh uh! We don't say the h word!

Adriane: What the hell?

Mom: Ah ah ah! NO. We can only say "h"!

Cue sarcastic response.

Kelsey: What the "h" does "h" mean?! I "h" this. 
Adriane: This is stupid.

Mom: We don't say stupid. 

Adriane: This is "s".

Oh danks mom. 

Because Simone & Gabriel are growing up & have entered the world of big kid stuff like going to preschool & whatnot, they've also become the poster children for the "what's that called?"- phase. If I had a dollar for every time I heard that folks. They will believe anything you tell them. Even if it was inadvertently spoken.

Hence this time:

Insert flashback. 

Simone & Gabe: Ewwww!! It's a bug!

Both having a finger pointing towards the top corner of the window in our living room. 

It's a moth actually. 

Simone & Gabe: What's it called??? (x3)

Kelsey: Oh it's a moth.. HOLY CHICKEN!

I couldn't resist the natural instinct to shout that last part out when I saw that in my neighbor's backyard they had chickens. wtc? New news to who? This guy right here. 

So, I sat back down & continued chatting with my mom. 

Gabe: Get da chicken! Get it Simmy!

Sim: Ewwwhewhehhew it's a chicken!

...

...

...

...

5 minutes later. 

GET DA CHICKEN!!

Mom: Uh.. why are they calling that moth a chicken?

Whoops! Even though I didn't mean to, I was deeply saddened when my mom set the record straight. Moths are now chickens in my book no matter what you say.

Events like:

-Simmy: Kelsey don't be so dramagic! 

Dramatic. 

while you are tickling her armpit.


-What's your name? COO-COO. 
Then she laughs for about 30 seconds and then says it again and again. 

-Singing JBiebs or "All By Myself"

-Being woken up early on the only day you can sleep in by two sweet beauties because they want you to come upstairs so that they can "love you". 


-Getting a flinging object of some sort thrown at your head more than once daily.

-Or classic references to movies & TV shows spilling out their mouths. 

are not a rarity.

With all their funny & mischievous moments, abnormally keen knowledge of what makes a boy a boy and a girl a girl, love for music and learning, I'd say these two are quite the chatterboxes. We knew that they had to be part of the family somehow. There's your proof. 


You totally wish you were part of it. 

cardigan weather.

It's time to take out the sweaters, boots, scarfs, & cardigans cause it's AUTUMN.

:)

September has d r a g g e d d d d d    d    d       d  on & I'm ready for October. For all you early bird schoolers, have you noticed the nippy weather as you walk out the door & to class? I've decided that Fall & Winter are my favorite season for clothes this year. My excitement to dress in all my warm clothes has gotten to the point that I rave about it at work. My adoration for colored leaves has me anxiously anticipating the change of season. I have yet to get my flu shot. Thinking about fall makes me want to eat soup, curl my hair & sit outside long enough for my nose to turn red & start running. The breeze, bare trees & rustling of leaves are what I'm looking forward to. That, & all the birthdays, Halloween & Thanksgiving. I wonder how many colds I'll get this year. The smell of warm homemade food. Hot cocoa. Smiles. Family. (sigh).

This cardigan weather makes me so happy. 

shewl.

Maybe it's that I walk for over an hour & 1/2 each day.

That I can't decide if I'm too lazy to bring either a bike or scooter in order to shorten that time, or that I'm too afraid that my clumsiness on either will land me a red-stained spot on the pavement. 

Maybe it's the urge that I'd rather sleep, go to work or spend time with my family. 

That I without a doubt   s p r e a d    m y s e l f   t o o    t h i n . I curse my 18 credits.

Maybe it's because I have 2 math classes. 

And that I'm deeply disappointed in the class that I was most excited for. Dear Dr. K, although I've learned a lot, I signed up for Honors in Writing not a political and argumentative debate class thank youuu. 

Or that I always leave my American Institutions class with a headache.

Maybe it's because I miss last semester and my frequent visits to the library which I don't have time for now. 

It's probably because I've procrastinated to such a level that I don't even know who I am. 

And it most definitely is that I'm a perfectionist and won't allow any failure even by the littlest means in my education. 

As far as school goes, I am exhausted. 

And I hate:

how I've reacted to it. 

...

how I've become the typical college procrastinator. 

...

that I let myself become overwhelmed.

...

that I let my poor attitude about this semester get the best of me. 

...

and portrayed the "shew school don't bother me" look.

It seriously stops now. 

On another note, everything else is 

AMAZING. 

rain, I don't mind.

It rained today. Where I was, it left big puddles and streams on the roads like it was taking over. 

Most think "I love the rain the most when it stops," but the rain, I don't mind. 

It makes me happy. 

The sound of pouring rain on roofs and windows makes me want to leave whatever I'm doing and go dance in it. 

It makes me want to be home and cozy. 

It's refreshing.

I could watch and deal with it all day.

It leaves a beautiful sky.

And a rainbow. 

I enjoy it. 

Keep it coming.