over and out

I've done a lot of sitting on this balcony over the past few days. More shopping than I've done in several years. And the amount that I have eaten makes me a little sick to think about. We rode to Seaside this morning and looked around, got a t-shirt and ate a wonderful lunch at Red Bar. Karlie got Belgian Waffles covered with strawberries, and I wish I had gotten a picture. I have never been more jealous of anything in my life. It's been a fantastic Christmas vacation, and a great getaway from the same ole' same ole' of Greenwood.  But the best part is yet to come. 


Martin, Mallory, Nathan and crew are on their way to Destin as we speak, and tomorrow we will be on our way to Jacksonville, FL to watch the Bulldogs play Michigan in Gator Bowl. Whoo hoo! Who would have thunk it that Dan the Man would be taking us to Jacksonville for a New Years Day Bowl Game in only two years. {And signing a new four year contract today is just the icing on the cake} Tomorrow night we will celebrate the New Year at the highly anticipated Dawg Pound Party. Several bands and DJ's, around 2,000 tickets sold, maroon and white balloon drop, and a cheese fountain? Just make sure not to lose me, I might need a leash. With a high of 76 on Saturday and a low of 55, we could not ask for a more perfect weekend.  

I'll go ahead and say this is going to be my last post for 2010. It's been a good one, and I could not even begin to count the ways that God has blessed me in this year. It has been a year full of learning and tough lessons. I know they haven't been big ones, but they've taught me more and drawn me closer to him just the same. 


God used my last semester of college my four years of undergrad to fill me with the joy and outpouring of love of my friends. We were together for the last few months, and we had a blast. I am so appreciative of the last semester that we got to spend together in Starkville being involved in the things that we all loved. All the memories that were made along the way are the ones that I still think about every day, and I thank God for blessing me with the people that I had the opportunity to surround myself with in Starkville. We are all scattered around now and things aren't exactly the same as the were in May, but I know they love me and I hope they know how much I love them. 


God used the summer to pull me in and prepare me for the fall {as much as I didn't know it at the time.} What a huge blessing it was to go live on a mountain with 16 year old girls all summer. To pour my heart out each and every day with no expectations. They rocked my world. I can only hope that I was as much of a mentor/friend to those girls as they were to me.  They won't be back again next summer, but God also blessed me with the chance to go back to Camp and serve once again with the incredible leadership of DeSoto. That letter was a shining envelope of joy and it is still with me all the time. {It's in my purse right now, yep.}


God used the fall to teach me about family, and the many different packages that family comes in. I moved back to Starkville in August, fresh out of the gates of camp and trying to genuinely love everyone that I came into contact with... and thinking that was possible. A few short days later, I had to go pick up my sparkling eyed freshman sister in her adorable pref night dress and tell her that the sorority that I had dedicated the last four years to would not be on her list of houses that day when she returned to rush. It crushed me. The selfishness that comes from even writing this when I know so many of you have experienced far more pain than I ever have dreamed of is embarrassing, but it is how I felt. I cried every single day until October, and did not open up to anyone. Not even Martin.  But my Raymond Street family, and Greenwood family, hung right in there with me every day. And they still do. {They even wait on me outside of the bathroom in Nashville to give me a good reality check. Thanks guys} That is what family is all about. And I would have never ever have been prepared to handle this semester if God had not taken me to Camp DeSoto this summer. He taught me all summer, and then threw me out to live it in August. 


I hope every one has a safe and joy-filled New Years. Thanks for reading if you have made it this far. See you in 2011!


Hail State!


love, 
kels. 

listen up

Dear 2011, 


We have a few things that we need to discuss. 


As I sit on my condo balcony and look out over the ocean, I have come to the realization that I do not want you. You are not appealing to me at the moment, besides the frills of celebrating your coming on New Year's Eve at the Dawg Pound Party of course. 


You see, 2010 was full of "this is what I am doing this year's" and I liked it. Yes there were some events that threw a shock to the system, but for the most part I could have written a book about 2010 before it happened. But you my friend, do not bring the same security. And I like security. I function well with it. 


So I've come to the conclusion that I am just going to stay on this balcony and pretend that you aren't happening. 


I hope you don't get your feelings hurt. We can still be friends. It's not you, it's me. 


Love, 
kels. 

suggestions

I have a small problem.


Sweet Marty got me a Kindle for Christmas... which I am thrilled about, needless to say. 


However, I am one of those that has about 20 books in my room and I just continually re-read them. So I'm not very "up" with new books. 


I need some suggestions on things I should buy. Anyone? 


Oh--and the elevator at our condo is down for a few hours. Guess which floor we are on? 14th. 


Just climbed 14 flights of stairs after eating a dozen raw oysters and drinking a Lava Flow. Not a good combination. 


love, 
kels. 

Christmas Vacation {Day One}

Destinnnn.... Hello. Good to see ya. 

Don't be fooled, it's still cold. 

love,
kels. 

reflection

Sitting out looking over the beach this afternoon surrounded by my family (and typing on my new computer), I had one of those ahh moments. Yes it is right after Christmas, who isn't thankful right? But I realized how much more content I am than when I left Starkville a few short weeks ago. 

I'm just happy. And it is a good feeling. 

I hope you all had a fantastic Christmas! I'll post pictures of the beach tomorrow, even though it is colder here than it was at my house. 

Love you all :)

love, 

kels.  

Merry Christmas to All

Come Thou fount of every blessing

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace

Streams of mercy never ceasing

Call for songs of loudest praise

 

Teach me some melodious sonnet

Sung by flaming tongues above

Praise the mount I'm fixed upon it

Mount of Thy unchanging love

 

Here I raise my Ebenezer

Hither by Thy help I come

And I hope by Thy good pleasure

Safely to arrive at home

Jesus sought me when a stranger

Wondering from the fold of God

He, to rescue me from danger

Interposed His precious blood

O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!

Let Thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee

Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love

Here's my heart Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above

 

via

I hope that everyone has a glorious Christmas.

Remember the love of our Jesus.

 

love,

kels.

christmas party season

I have absolutely adored the time that I have gotten to spend in Greenwood during the Christmas holidays. I excused myself from the obligations of getting a gift-wrapping job at a ridiculously busy Greenwood boutique and opted to sleep late and do what I wanted.

And I have done just that. And it has been exactly what I needed after a long semester.

I never really got around to blogging about the happenings of last week, so let's play catch up.

Rachel's 7th Annual Christmas Party. Always a joyous occasion. We have been getting together every year since we were sophomores in high school (I think), playing dirty Santa, eating too much, and just enjoying each others company. This year was especially exciting because it was the first time that we have ever been relocated! Sweet Rae moved to Jackson this year, so we ventured to the "big city" and had our party at her precious new house. It was a much needed celebration of years of friendships, and a night of relaxing and reconnecting. 

Sorry I stole your picture. Love you.


Greenville Tacky Christmas Party. Emphasis on the party. We ventured over to Greenville for the night in our Tacky Christmas attire and danced the night away at Cypress Hills. We danced a lot, caught up with friends and stayed out too late. I wouldn't have traded that night for anything in the world. Dear Martin went as Santa, and was very popular at the party... at least he was easy to locate.

I don't have a name for this one, but the crew got together at Adron's lake house to top off the Christmas party season. We cooked and chatted and caught up on the semesters happenings. I loved it. I hate that we don't get to see each other more often, but I love you all.

It has been a great Christmas break. It has reminded me that I do have true friends that love me no matter what. It's been a nice way to wrap up 2010.

But the break is far from over. Santa is coming tomorrow, Destin is calling my name, and then to cheer my Bulldogs on in Jacksonville. Enjoy your families and have a Merry Christmas Eve. My next blog post will be from my new MACBOOK :)

love,

kels.



the eve of the eve

I just made the most PRECIOUS Christmas cards that will be on the way to the homes of fourteen special 11th grade girls in a matter of hours. Be on the look out in the next few days little angels!

IT IS COMING!

IT IS COMING!

CHRISTMAS IS COMING!

Our family has a very low-key Christmas planned this year. We will go to our Christmas Eve service at church tomorrow night with my mom's parents, my Mimi and B. After that we are coming back home, having some finger food and spending some quality time together.

Of course, Santa will be making his way to Philipp, MS so our bedtime is pretty early. Anna and Maegan will, without a doubt, be crawling into bed with Karlie and myself around 5:30 a.m. and will try to convince us to wake up for several hours. The time will finally come when we all roll out of bed and see what Santa brought.

We will "do Santa" all morning, watch the parade, play with new gifts and be little girls again for the day. Mom will take a ridiculous amount of "no make-up, haven't brushed our teeth or our hair" solo shots that we will fight to delete throughout the day. Dad will continuously be putting batteries in something or fixing something that we have already broken.

My dad's parents, Nanny and Gramps, will come over on Christmas morning to ooh and ahh over all of our new gifts. Football watching, eating, arguing over Mississippi State and Ole Miss-isms, Christmas music, and napping will all be part of the agenda and I cannot wait.

The big suprise is that on Sunday morning, the Fennell Family is headed to Destin, FL for the week.

See you later real world. I plan to sit on the beach with a sweatshirt and a book and not move until it is time to go to Jacksonville on the 31st. If I can have some oysters and shrimp I will be a happy camper. Thanks Dad. Merry Merry Christmas.  

Whoo hooooooo.

via


Have a Merry Christmas Eve Eve!

love,
kels

Shameless

On Monday morning, twelve of my best friends headed out for Nashville, TN. We had Garth Brooks tickets for the 5th night of his 9-night concert series to benefit the Nashville flood victims.

Cool? Yea. Excited? Yea. Aware of how incredible the show was going to be? No, absolutely not.

It was the best concert I have ever seen, and I've been to a lot of concerts. He isn't "on tour" so he isn't promoting any new songs, so he played nothing but the best.

If you have tickets for the next few nights, stop reading.

Opening song: Rodeo

Papa Loved Mama

The Beaches of Cheyenne

Two of  a Kind, Working on a Full House

Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)

Unanswered Prayers

Shameless

We Shall Be Free

The Thunder Rolls

Longneck Bottle

Callin' Baton Rouge

The River

In Another's Eyes (with Trisha Yearwood)

She's in Love with the Boy (Trisha)

How Do I Live (with Trisha)

That Summer

Friends in Low Places

The Dance

Encore: Ain't Goin' Down (Til the Sun Comes Up)

If Tomorrow Never Comes

Two Pina Coladas

Good Ride Cowboy

Walkaway Joe (with Trisha)

Piano Man

There were several points in the night where a few tears rolled down my cheeks. I mean there was the man who sang the songs that define my childhood. I loved it.



I will go again tonight if anyone is interested. Just give me a buzz.

And completely unrelated but utterly hysterical, my grandmother Mimi went to a Sunday School Christmas party a few days ago. She had been "directing the traffic" and the wind had messed up her hair so she went to the hostess' bathroom to find a comb. She was looking through the vanity and found a little silver fine-toothed comb and teased her hair with it.

She loved that comb, and called her friend a few days later to ask where she got it so she could go pick one up for herself.

Her friend laughed so hard that she cried, because it was her dog's flea comb.

Mimi went to Wal-Mart and got herself one anyway, from the pet supplies aisle.

Merry Christmas

Love,

kels.



I have plenty of things that I could blog about today. I mean I have been on the road since Wednesday for sweet Rachel's Christmas party and then to Greenville for Tacky Christmas.

However, I am just going to sit on my couch and watch River Monsters instead, and I don't even like this show.

Whatever, it's the holidays.

I'll post something of meaning later, I just wanted to let everyone know that I am alive.

love,
kels.

just some graduation pictures

I'm done talking about it now, promise.

love,

kels. 

ping pong

Santa brought the Fennell Family a ping pong table as an early Christmas present.

I mentioned in a post a few weeks ago that it wouldn't be a Fennell Christmas without some friendly competition that leads to a fight.

Well, I've been home for approximately 5 hours and it's already happened.

Also, I graduated last night. Yep. True story. Pictures to come--tomorrow maybe.  

And I'm officially home for the holidays.

Have a great weekend everyone.

love,
kels.

wrap it in maroon and white

I parked behind the health center yesterday to walk to Allen Hall for our final student teaching meeting. It would have been much easier to park in Commuter West and walk the five steps up to Allen, but I just couldn't make myself do it.

I walked through the library, and out those front doors onto the Drill Field and immediately started crying. The drill field. I've crossed it countless times over the past four and a half years. Freshman year, crossing the Drill Field usually meant that I was accompanied by a new friend that might have been in class with me. Sharing stories, laughing, or cramming for a test. Sophomore year, it turned into a few minutes of quiet time. Unless my mom was on the phone, then it wasn't really quiet time but I enjoyed it. Junior and Senior year my Drill Field experiences were slimmed drastically by the fact that I didn't have any classes in any buildings besides Allen Hall. But I still love the Drill Field. It is without a doubt my favorite spot on campus and always will be.

In a close second is the visitor's bullpen at Dudy Noble Field. But not just at any time of day, only when a. the sun is setting or b. it's 10:00 p.m. and the Fight Song starts playing from the Chapel of Memories. Either of those scenarios is a tear-jerker for me.

And today is the last day I will be a student at Mississippi State. I couldn't have ever imagined the things that MSU would have done for me during these four (and a half) years when I applied for admission in 2006.

Thanks Mississippi State, it's been a fun ride. Let's wrap this one in maroon and white.


love,
kels.

smile, smile, let me see that smile.

I went to the orthodontist a few days ago.

I wasn't paying any attention as I walked in, found my name on the computer sign in, and took a seat in the waiting room.

Then I hear "Misssssssss Fennell?"

Oh, Lord. What? Waitttt I'm not at school. (Cue the slow turn over my shoulder to see who could possibly be calling my name)

Yep, there she is. One of my precious 5th graders. I couldn't help but smile. A genuine smile. I'm really not heartless.  

Well hey Sally Sue, how are you?

...Blank stare... I can literally see her thinking through this situation. And I don't see her answering me anytime soon, so I try again. 

I didn't know you had braces Sally Sue?

I don't yet Miss Fennell. Am I in trouble? (Utter confusion on her face)

Why would you be in trouble Sally Sue?

Well, I mean... Why are you here? This is a kid's place.

Awesome.

Refer to this one for more on the braces chronicles.

For more tooth news, Edey got her wisdom teeth out today. This is the text message I received:

My teeth ate totally gone I had sa few ismoothie and now I've packs and gosse are so on my face goodnight I love you thank youy.

Oh, and did I mention I am graduating tomorrow? Because I am. Boom.
love,
kels.

frog bomb.

I am a lover of all things relaxation. I adore my bed, my pillows and my huge comforter. I am also a bath-taker.

I could stay in the bath tub for hours. Wrinkly toes and all. That is my escape from the world. I currently have my TV strategically placed where I can watch the Food Network from my bathtub. Yep, I'm serious.

However, I have never had my own bathroom until this year. What? You've got to be kidding. Nope, this is the very first time in my whole life that I have had my own bathroom. I shared one with Karlie for, oh, 18 years. Then I moved into Sessums, the Chi O house, Holtsinger and back to the Chi O house. All of which meant that I shared a bathroom with at least one other person. It has never bothered me because I didn't know any different. I'm not going to lie though, I was thrilled about having my own bathroom.

Well lo and behold, our hot water heater holds approximately 2 gallons of hot water. Literally. To be able to take a hot bath, one must empty the hot water tank--wait for it to heat up again and then turn the water back on. It's a very difficult process just to take a hot bath, but I do it. Every day. Oh well, at least I have my own bathroom. 

On a side note: We have this fabulous tradition in my family when it comes to bath tubs. If you are ever lucky enough to forget to lock the bathroom door and someone finds out, you are in for quite a treat. You see, bullfrogs are plentiful around my house. You can generally walk out the back door and find at least three chillin' on the sidewalk. Not just little frogs, I'm talking about the huge ones. The ones you don't ever really want to pick up. Similar to bullfrogs that you might have dissected in high school. Well these frogs serve a purpose. My dear mother finds it hysterical to "frog bomb" whoever the lucky one is that might be in the bath tub. 

What is a "frog bomb" you may ask? Well, the bath-taker is relaxing in the bath, minding their own business. Just then, the bathroom door swings open--catching the bath-taker off guard. SPLASH. In comes the frog. Into the bath tub. Then comes the real question--do you jump out or do you catch it? I never catch it. 


actual "frog bomb" victim.

have a great day.
watch out for the "frog bomb"

love,
kels.

a Titanic Tuesday

Nope, not just a clever title. This one is actually going to be about the Titanic.

So today my kids are taking a MCT practice test, which means they've been working on this test for a solid hour and a half. (There are about 3 hours alotted for the test, so they'll just be hanging out with us for the rest of the time. Bless their hearts.)

Anyway, so I'm giving the test in an art teachers room and I'm desperately trying to locate something, anything, to do to stay awake and keep myself quiet. I stumble upon her gigantic collection of National Geographics (I love National Geographic--I would rather read it than a Cosmo any day, although they are oddly similar now that I think about it). Well I'm glancing through the magazines, and they all look like they are about to completely fall apart. After further investigation I realize that is because they are all from 1978-1992.

I have hit the jackpot.

The main articles of each magazine are listed on the spine of the books, so I'm perusuing through trying to find what I would be most excited to read about. Titanic article in a 1985 edition. Yes, I love all things Titanic. I loved studying about it in school, I love reading about it, and my love was only sparked more by the movie when I was in 6th grade.

Well, I'm reading this article by Robert Ballard as my kids are taking their dreading reading comprehension test and tears are literally running down my face. Robert Ballard was on the crew of the first people to find the Titanic. He had such a descriptive article and pictures to go along with it. This was one of the first looks that people were getting at the remains of the Titanic. I have tried really hard to find the article but apparently it hasn't been put on the internet. Needless to say, it was good. And made me even more appreciative and enthralled.



http://blog.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/graphics/titanic_wreck_dive.jpg



http://www.astrosurf.com/luxorion/Sciences/titanic-jason.jpg

 There is my history lesson for the day. And if you ever get your hands on that National Geographic from 1985, give me a call. I'll pay you for it.

love,
kels

#MSU4JAX

First things first--if you have a twitter account, you were most likely aware of the Mississippi State twitter revolution of yesterday afternoon. Within 2 hours, the incredible fan base of the MSU Bulldogs had created a nationwide trending topic of #MSU4ATL. Pretty impressive if you ask me. Perhaps obnoxious if you aren't a State fan, but it was the highlight of our day and a fabulous distraction from finals week. Due to the workings of the SEC and Bowl Selection committees, we are headed to a BIGGER and BETTER bowl in Jacksonville, FL on January 1. New Years in Jacksonville.


Bring it on Gator Bowl. Beat Michigan.

According to my good friend MapQuest, we are looking at about a 10 hour drive of around 550 miles. I'm already excited. I was a little upset disappointed about not going to ATL, getting to explore the home of Mary Jo, and being a short-ish car ride back from Starkville. However, with some research--here are some interesting facts about Jacksonville for the day.  

 

Jacksonville, FL.

It is 54 degrees in Jacksonville right now. As opposed to the 29 degrees that my thermometer was showing this morning on the way to school.

Jacksonville is the largest city in the state of Florida.

In the early 1900's there were more than 30 silent film studios in Jacksonville.

The have a Roller Derby Team, The Jacksonville RollerGirls.

Jacksonville is a 45 minute drive away from St. Augustine. Might be worth making a trip. (and 2 1/2 hours from DISNEY.)

The Annual Mug Race Sailing Regatta is the world's longest river sailboating race.

Pete's Bar in Neptune Beach is featured in "The Bretheren" by John Grisham.

Elvis Presley's first indoor concert was at the Florida Theatre in 1957. There was a juvenile court officer on the front row to make sure that his dance moves didn't get out of hand.

Regardless of the location, I am excited about our bowl game. I am excited about Dan Mullen.

"The only administrator I have talked to at any university about coaching football is Scott Stricklin. There are a lot of great things that I think we can get done here.. that I want to accomplish here at Mississippi State. I plan on being the head coach here for a long time. " -Dan

Thanks Dan, you are our man.

And Manny, too.



I apologize if you have made it all the way through this post and:

a. aren't from Mississippi.

b. are from Mississippi and don't care about college football.

c. don't care about college football in general.

d. are an Ole Miss fan.

e. didn't know technology even existed in Mississippi until you read this post.

oh, and btw. Has anyone seen Bama Belles on TLC? Seriously, we all wear shoes and some of us even read books and go to college.

have a fabulous monday. 

love, 

kels.  

blah.

well, at least it's over.

fill in the blank friday.

Holiday spirit: is contagious. 
 
The holidays are incomplete without: a good Fennell sisters' argument. Kidding, but it is guarenteed to happen because we generally find some type of game (wii, nintendo, and apples to apples have been the latest favorites) and the competition gets extreme.

My favorite things to do around the holidays is: wander around downtown Greenwood. I love downtown during the holidays.

A holiday tradition my family and I have is: our beautiful Christmas Eve service at church, Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes, opening one present on Christmas Eve. And we usually have shrimp for Christmas dinner at my grandparents house, odd i know.

Holiday music is: on constantly at my house (mom probably has it going as we speak).. but she plays it through the music channels on the tv so that tends to cause some problems when there is a good game on. I'm pretty partial to N'Sync and Mariah Carey.

This year, I'll be spending the holidays: in Greenwood, Philipp, and Charleston. I really love that my family lives so close and I am very appreciative of it year-round, and it is VERY nice to not have to travel on holidays.  

Holiday wish list: my new MACBOOK. trip to the BOWL GAME. #hailstate. and i bought these gems for myself at the holiday bazaar this week to be wrapped and put under the tree, likely to carry a card that says To: Kelsie Love, Anna and Mae.

can be found at http://www.ktyazoo.com/



courtesy of Shannagains at shannagains@gmail.com

 and I am taking the GRE in the morning at 7:45. Please please say a prayer for me tonight/tomorrow. It'll be much needed and greatly appreciated.

love,
kels.

funny the way it is

"funny the way it is when you think about it"

How much more true could it get? I sure do love Dave.

I have less than a week left of student teaching. This time next week I will be done. Next Friday night I will be in a cap and gown and I will graduate from college. I will be a Mississippi State University Alum. But what will Saturday morning bring? In reality, I'll go home and hopefully start my general Christmas break employment of wrapping gifts (which reminds me, I need to check on that. hm.), make a little money, take a few trips, stay up too late at night and sleep too late in the mornings. That'll last for a month--I'll come back to Starkville and take a few classes from MUW next semester. Then camp. Then what?

Yes, I have a general plan (very general). And I plan on staying in school, graduating yet again, growing up somewhere in there and finally getting a job. That's life right now. But it wouldn't have to be if I didn't want it to be. I've never been able to say that before and I like it.

We are assigned teachers throughout elementary school. We are assigned a locker and a schedule in high school. I thought being assigned a dorm room was the best thing that had ever happened to me. We are given a curriculum sheet in college and told we must take these classes to get a degree. We have requirements to meet. Assignments. Papers. Projects. Practicuum hours.

I've thought for a long time, too long actually, that I was grown up and making my own choices and planning my own life. Yes, I've made assumptions and day-dreamed about things that I want to do. But right now in these next two weeks is the first time I have actually been able to make my own decision about something. I chose where I wanted to go to college, what my major was going to be, what I wanted to do in my spare time, who I wanted to hang out with, and what I wanted to be involved in. And as an 18 year old those were definitely huge decisions that I thought I was making for myself. And they've shaped who I am and what I believe now for sure, but they were really guided and influenced by others. I'm appreciative of all of that guidance and support, and I would have definitely made some different and less desirable choices without it, but they weren't entirely my choices.

All that to say that Saturday morning after graduation, nothing is "expected" of me. I was expected to go to college after high school, I was expected to go through rush, I was expected to move on, get involved, grow up and graduate. But what is expected now? There are no expectations besides my own. I am trying to set them high, of course, but where are they? I could get a job, start teaching, and have my life go in that direction. It's something I've considered and I can confidently say that I would love every minute of it. Or I could go to graduate school. Struggle through the books for a few more years, work in a clinic or school or hospital, have a better pay, and probably have the same feeling of contentment that I do about teaching.

I have absolutely no idea what the future will bring. I don't know where I will be. I don't know what type of job I will have. I don't know what type of support system I will be surrounded by. It's funny to think about.

But right now in this moment, my future is mine to determine. You are probably rolling your eyes right now thinking "No, it really isn't Kelsie." And I answer those eye rolls with the fact that I know I have plenty of other people that my decisions will effect.. I promise I'm not being that unrealistic. I hope to have a family one day and I know that all of the choices I am making now will effect them. But they're my choices right now. Where do I want to be? What is going to make me happy? What is the best decision for me and my future?

I don't know.

Funny the way it is.

love,
kels.

happy birthday britney.

i hope your day is as fabulous as you are.

love,
kels.