I WON

So have any of you heard the text message alert that goes, "Yay I got text message, Yay, Yay I got a test message, and you did not. Yay!" And on and on. Well here is mine, "Yay I got a package, I got a package, from my friend Tracy and you did not! Yay!"

Now you may be wondering why I received such a extravagant package, well actually I won it. Me a winner not a loser this time. My friend Tracy has this awesome blog site called Rambling Thoughts of a Never Ending Mind (http://www.blogger.com/(http://neverendingmind.blogspot.com/), **If you get a chance check it out. I went to her very first post and have read every single one of them**
Caydan and I were sitting watching our DVR ER from last night, I was crying like a baby, when a white car pulled up in front of my house, (our normal mail man George drives a green Subaru) so it was the mail lady and she comes to my door and I snatch that gift out of her hands and said, "MINE". I didn’t even realized that she had brought the rest of the mail to the door with her. I took off running to the kitchen, (which is only like 6 feet away) and ripped that package open.

UNOPENED OPENED
BOX BOX

I felt like a child opening this, I was so excited to see what was in there! Of course I had Caydan standing on the table helping me every bit of the way. We laughed because of all the newspaper, and everything was wrapped in comic paper.
First I opened the card, which congrated me on winning, and also had her hand writing in it, which was just like it was from our HS days. It had directions in it that the purple package be opened last. The first thing that got unwrapped was two bars of chocolate,

which the note said *There never has to be a reason for chocolate!* Dove is my favorite chocolate anyways and then there was a bar of dark chocolate raspberry, I don’t care chocolate is chocolate. YUMMY! Thanks Tracy!

Then we opened another and it was Glade Candle, I personally love those commercials. The scent is called Angel whispers. It smells so good. I think Tracy still thinks that I am an "ANGEL", only if she knew the truth! The note from the candle said,

*For "Aroma Therapy" To take you to your blog postings Happy Place.*
To think about that she probably had this one left over from her daughter birthday party, because of the scent that she had hoped would have made all the girls whisper. (Joking) This is why you must read her blog postings.
Then we found this not the child, but what he has on his head.

He just had to put it on. The note said*Use this as your "thinking cap" or on a day when you need to remind everyone how FAB-U-LOUS you are.* Well in that case I will be wearing it everyday. I want everyone around me and at Wal-Mart to get out of my way when I come walking through that door. But I must say it looks pretty good on my Little one.


Then we found a flower pot with a package of seed in it. Which she has no clue that I do not have a green thumb. I can look at a plant and it dies!. But the note that came with it made me think, and I am truly going to plant these.


The note said*Plant these and watch them grow, and every time you look at them, know I’m out in the world and I Love Ya! Also, they come back every year, so you’ll never get rid of me!* Is she crazy I am never going to get rid of her. I love having her back in my life. This one made me cry. Because as we get older we start to realize that you never know how much time you have with someone. I want all that time that we lost made up for. I want all that time made up for with all my friends. Tracy and Debbie have no clue what they mean to me.


Then Caydan found this, a pot holder, made with her two hands. Who would have thought Tracy knits. Kind of funny if you think about it. Where does she find the time. She has 3 children too. 2 girls and 1 boys. Plus she has a farm, and everything else, that I couldn’t imagine Tracy ever doing. But on the same hand our friend Debbie has chickens in her house. And to me that is just as crazy. But the note to this gift said

*Yeah I knit, Wanna make fun of me for it? I also hit people with my cane too.*
Me make fun of someone knitting. Not me.


Then there is was the purple bag, Open last. So I grabbed that sucker up and opened it. I was laughing from the time I saw it. The note said, *Think back to High School* Well hollered at me in one of her blogs because I kept bringing up her Chicken incident. Only because she has a pet chicken now. There it is, the beautiful Chicken

(salt and pepper shaker) that she killed when she took her moms car out for the first time. Tracy will never live that story down not only did she kill the chicken, but it was someone’s dinner.

I know that she put a lot of work into this and I really appreciate it. I laughed so hard when I saw the chicken, only she would have thought of something like that. I had Caydan laughing of course he had no clue what he was laughing at, but it was cute.
Tracy thank you for making my rainy day here a sunshine day. !

I know we have our terrible days, and we don't think it can get any better, check this out and if you are not in these people shoes, why should we complain. I am very proud of them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ervaMPt4Ha0 You know all we ever do is complain, these people don't at least not to us. It makes me realize what kind of like we actually have. How blessed we are. For the stranger I will never meet, but say a prayer for you at night, thank you

Christmas Cards

CHRISTMAS CARDS As the Christmas Holiday is nearing, not for another month, has got me wondering about Christmas Cards. I ask my self do I put a picture in them of my monkeys or just say forget it. You know what I mean, how many of you have a container of pictures of people you don’t really know? I have a shoe box marked "Christmas Card Photo’s???" I could not tell you just by looking at them who these children are. I know that sounds mean, but I only do this once a year. I feel like I can’t throw them away, because someone put a lot of time and money into these photo’s. They have written on the back of them, name, age, and year. However at the end of Christmas I just shove them in my shoe box. I can go over to my mothers house, who has a huge container of photo’s of cousins, children, and their children. I ask her, "Who is this?", her reply, "Read the Back of it." Hello some of these pictures are ancient. To the point that there is not writing on them. I mean don’t get me wrong, but is it really worth doing this when the pictures are going to be put somewhere, by someone, and later found by someone else, who has no idea who gave this picture in a Christmas Card. I am actually the person who sends the cards with the pictures, I think it makes the card more personal. It is only once a year you get to get out that list of family and friends, near or far, and think of that one special memory you have them. You may have more than one memory of them, but for that one moment as you are writing their address down, they are being thought of. And what about the person who writes a personal message in each card. That takes a lot of time. I use to write a letter out and send it to everyone. I would tell them what has happened in the past year, how the children are doing, that life is going okay. What I really want to tell them is that, my children are monsters, my marriage is almost out the door, I am in a deep depression, and I have severe anxiety. But who wants to hear all of this. Its Christmas lets keep it on a positive note. No one ever sends bad news in a Christmas card, there just so cheerful and happy. I mean does no one have a bad year? Oh no, that’s because at the end of just about all Christmas cards they say Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday’s, and a Wonderful New Year. Card business make a killing at Christmas time, I wish I was on their payroll. So anyways, I leave you all with Happy Thoughts, and I truly hope you have a Wonderful Day!

Oh and if you want a realy Christmas Card, email me your address and let me know if you want a personal letter, and or picture.

chrystalkelley@verizon.net

Bikers: Good or Bad

So I just got done watching my new favorite show, Sons of Anarchy. If your not watching it, then you ain't shit. Jax the lead character makes riding so much more enjoyable. Why can't all bikers look like him. I mean the boy wears tennis shoes (I don't know what brand) on a Harley, and damn if he still doesn't look good. I mean I know that its a TV show, but what wouldn't I give to be in that club. I know that ther are bike clubs all around, my cousin (RIP) was in the Brothers of the Wheel, they were party people, but they didn't kill anyone, or sell guns, or big quanties of drugs. They probably just had enough for themselves. Then you have what is it, oh the Thunder Gaurds, I'm not for sure if they are from all over, I'm pretty sure they are, they probably have different charters, just like my boy Jax, they are a bunch of hard core guys, oh lets not forget about the Pegans, they are the Hitlers type of club, if Hitler rode a Harley. I don't know too much about bikers or bikes. I just know if Charlie (Jax's real name) came up to me and said jump on, I would in a heart beat. I know I swore off bikes, 4-wheelers, etc...since my cousin was Christina was killed on one, but I know she would say go for it, he's hot. Let me tell you about my girl Chris, Concheta was her biker name. She and her man, yes she even had the Property of ... vest, were coming home from a poker run, and a deer ran out in front of them, Christina was thrown over the bike and down a hill, and he walked away with a little road rash. She was life flighted to Ruby, in Morgantown, WV. You know when I walked back to see her, I thought she looked good on the outside, yeah she was black and blue, she had some broken bones, she was swollen, her head was shaved on one side, which was cool, because when she first moved up here from VA, she had her head shaven, so we all knew that she wouldn't mind it. However the insides of her was damaged, that had tubes coming from her everywhere, her head, stomach, you name it she had a tube. But truth be told, she was gone. She was gone before she got to the hospital, she was brain dead. her helmet was split right down the middle, and she was not wearing a DOH approved one, she had a turtle shell on. She was not going to come out of this, the doctors told us, why her, she left behind a 10 year old child at the time. I remember going in again, and her husband was allowing everyone to put in their input about what she would want. What she would want? How can you even ask a question like that. She want to be with her daughter, she wants to see Mallory, graduate, get married, have children. She will never see that. So they decided to pull the plugs. I remember Mallory climbing in the bed with her crying don't do this to my mommy, she is right here. The family let her stay in bed with her until the ER doctors came up and gave her something to sleep, before they pulled the plug, and Mallory was on top of her the whole time. The funeral was awsome, I know that sounds awful, but it was. We went to the viewing and did our thing, but the service was great. No preacher, well a biker preacher who cused like you wouldn't believe. Everyone was wearing Harley gear, jeans, no one was dressed up. When you walked out side, there in the parking lot and up the street were nothing but bikes, from all over, Ohio, Kentucky, Virginia, West Virginia, South Carolina, I think every state was represented. They lead the funneral procession to the grave yard. Hundreds and hundreds of bikes. Then we got to the grave yard and they parked the bikes and reved the engines as she was brought through. We got to the site and the family got settled, and it was like from a movie, all these bikers were walking across the graveyard. It was like slow motion, one of the most beautiful sites I had ever seen. This club she belonged to believed barrie their own. Yep you heard me. We watched as every person took the shovel and threw it on the casket, my dad who is not very well even did it. With the help of the nice bikers, they new she would want her uncle bud to do this, since her father was not there to do it. So I can see that some bikers can be nice, and some can be made into a bunch of kill you all type.

Do Men Know the Difference between SEX and Love?

I watch the snow falling down and the season change here in WV. I guess relationships, marriages and life is like a season of its own. We have our ups and downs, but always come to terms with everything. Which none of that has anything to do with want I want to say. I’m actually sitting here trying to be Carrie Bradshaw and write something really intelligent, but nothing is happening, so I just realized my marriage is going sour. Which has me questioning, do men (boys) know the difference between sex and love? It has been an understanding of mine that for ages people have been doing the whoopie, for a fun activity, or pleasure, with no reason. Basically just because they can. But where is the love to that. My husband thinks that sex will fix any fight that we have. It will fix the dent in the fridge, the hole in the wall, the bathroom door. Heck did you know that it will fix my dresser drawer. Well believe me, he can make it work. This is what I am talking about. I sleep in the bedroom while he sleeps on the couch, not very romantic huh. My husband is a great man, that I deep inside love, but has lost all of the emotion that comes along with being in love. What happened to the, how was your day, to just giving me a hug. No he has to come up to me and touch me, and thinks its gonna be a fun night. Does sex really make all the problems go away. Not in my world. Can a man carry on a conversation with out at least trying to think about sex. I mean its all right, but you know what I can live with out it. Men (the ones I know) don’t even care that there is a problem in the relationship. Mine would rather spend time with his TV, brother, or going to a game or watching a game. He chooses everything over the kids and me. I mean don’t get me wrong, my children are my world, and yes I would choose them over him, but if I had to choose a night with my husband, or a football game, or a day at the spa, deep in my heart I would choose him, just because we don’t spend enough time together. I want time with my husband, OMG yeah I just said it. Can I get an ahem. When you look at a relationship it is like the seasons. Spring (when you meet ) full of prospects. Little bugs coming out and making you feel happy, the sun starting to shine on your face, Summer (relationship) Hot, quenching for more, can’t get enough of that one person, Fall (no one else for the rest of your life) The mood is changing, you have gotten comfortable, relaxed, and Winter (what the F*** was I thinking) Cold pain in the ass, depressed as hell, you stay inside, nothing to look forward too. See I have no clue what I am talking about, because I don’t even know the difference between sex and love, except I can live with out sex.

So I am sitting here staring outside, and I so want to move south. I mean Old People pack up their stuff and do it all the time. I could go down and sit at the beach, homeschool my kids for 3 months, and bring them back. I mean it only November. The only day that I want snow is on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. But I always wanted a Christmas Story movie to go along with that. I was the little girl who always wanted guns and knives, but no my mom made me a girly girl. Now that I have 3 boys of my own, I won't even allow a BB gun in our house "You'll shoot your eye out", yep that what I tell the oldest two. You know what else would be nice just to step inside my TV and become part of your show. If I want to go to the Hills, I could just step in and LC would be their waiting on me. I just want the cold to go away! I can take the snow, but come one does the wind have to blow also. Infact I would much rather see just snow. I think I could handle that. Yeah I know I could. Why oh' why was I born in this state. I mean it is nice. West Virginia, yes we are a state, not part of Virginia. Has every season, each one is special. My children get to see the seaxons change. But then you have the runny noses, coughing, and ear aches, which the Doctor says thats just seasonal. So every year I have to get ready for the seasons to change. And it don't matter what I do it is the same thing year after year. So What state should I go to and not have any problems, I don't like tornados or earthquakes, hurricanes, maybe Arizonia, or Utah, I don't want to go to Washington, or Oregon, it rains to much. I just want a happy warm life...

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