my comfy pants

I got a pair of yoga/exercise pants for Christmas that I l.o.v.e.
they are black. and have the cutest turquoise patterned hem.
and i wear them exclusively for comfort.
because i'm too cool for exercise of course.

I finally decided that I should actually wash them, and accomplished that task yesterday.
success.
But when I went to put on said pants today, I noticed a large separation in the hem.

I could not have been more devastated that my pants were already ripped.
I JUST got them.
They were cute. and comfortable. and my favorite.

............those no good fabrics.........i should've known better than to buy clothes from costco..... stupid cheap pants.... i can't believe it....ugh, i only had them for a month....this sucks so bad.... guess i better go find my sweats........stupid stupid stupid.....


You can imagine my surprise and delight when I realized it was just a pocket, neatly sewn in the the hem of my adorable, reversible, comfy pants.

a pocket!

boring is easy.

"What if there really were two paths? I want to take the one that leads to awesome."

I didn't even cry during Les Miserables

I remember when I watched the movie Charly. 
It was terrible.

I had absolutely no idea what the movie was going to be about. I was an emotional teenager to begin with. And it was just me and my best friends.

I bawled. Seriously, I have never cried for a movie like I cried for Charly.

Tonight I watched another movie along those same lines.... Girl is a wild child and loves her life the way it is. Doesn't have a great relationship with her parents, but doesn't really care anymore. She finds out she has cancer, and then begins to realize what she wants most in life. Love, which she finds, creeps to the top of her list.
She goes through the movie being hurt. angry. fearful.
loved. appreciated. cared for.
caring. thoughtful.

I cried.
a lot.

somehow crying every now and then makes me feel better. even when nothing is really wrong.

I was reminded of how fragile life is.
how healthy and beautiful love is.

I am grateful for the strong relationship that I have with both my parents.
The wonderful friends I have- how i know that they would be exactly what i need, when i need it most.
The knowledge I  have of the gospel, and how happy I am for eternal families.


Sad movies make me happy.

The story of a girl that got proposed to before she received her mission call.

Once upon a time there was a girl (me), who came home from school in Idaho. She went to her family's congregation for church a couple of sundays, but then decided that she would try out the Young Single Adults' congregation for a couple weeks. It was a little different, but overall she enjoyed it. She didn't really know anyone, so she always sat by her friend **Ben and his fiance Lacy. They, being the kind people that they are, always gave a ride to another boy, Ralph. On her second sunday with the singles, she was introduced to Ralph. He was quiet, so it was a simple conversation- just an exchanging of names and that was it. She had a few other people to talk to and didn't pay him any mind.
One wednesday, after institute class, she walked outside to her car and was putting things in the back seat. When she turned around, Ralph was standing there. A little taken aback, she said hi and went a long with a little small talk. He was shy, but nice. A little hard to understand because of his accent, but brave. When he asked her for her number, she decided to be nice, and gave it to him. She hadn't been home since that morning and was eager to leave, so quickly said goodnight and headed for home.
She received a text message giving her his number, and that's where the adventures begin.....

Thursday around lunchtime
Ralph: Hi
Kylie: Hey
R: How ur day going?
K: Pretty good. just been at work all day. you?
r: Home, looking for job, where do you work?
k- oh good luck!

I proceeded to tell him where i work and what I do. 

r- When do u get off work?
k- around 5
r- can i c u anytime b4 sunday?
k- maybe. did you have anything in mind?
r- we can plan something
r- can i take u 4 dinner?

after consulting my friends, i decided that I could be nice and give him one date. 

k- sure
r- when r u off?
k- well i'm off work today, but tonight isn't good. but tomorrow i'll be home around 5:30
he proceeded to ask the general area where I live and i replied. 
r- would u mind giving me ur address so i can pick u up? or so you want me 2 give u mine so u can pick me up 4 us 2 go 2morrow?
k- thinking that he must be out of his right mind, i give him my address. 
r- when will u b ready 2morrow
k- i can be ready by 6

now that he's already asked me on a date.....

r- how is ur relationship? do u have a boyfriend?
r- can u tell me lil bit of u?
k- no i don't have a boyfriend, but i'm not looking to date anyone seriously bc of my mission soon. what do you want to know?
r- something about u
k- umm idk. i like photography and blogging, and i'm the oldest of 6 kids.
r- wht do u not like?
k- hah cucumbers and running to name something. what about you? things you do and don't like?
r- i like playing soccer, basketball, running, swimming and volleyball. listen to muzic n read book
10 mins later
r- anything u need to know that i didn't tell u?
k- idk... i'll learn more about you tomorrow i'm sure
r- what are u doing 2morrow?
r- i waz asking u, wht are u doing now?
k- hah i'm supposed to be working out... but i'm just at home hanging out, and talking to my best friend from school
r- i pay 15$ a month, sometime we can go together to train. Will you go wit me some day?

at this point, i'm a little weirded out. 

k- oh that's pretty good! um, i don't know. i usually just like to go by myself
r- can u plz call me so i can just hear your voice
k- uh i don't think so
r- that col

at this point, i'm a lot weirded out. 
about an hour later, around 10pm

r- trying to go to bed, what are u doing?
5 mins later
r- Waz up son?

i was too freaked out to even think about replying. 
then, the next morning just after 8 while i'm on my way to work-

r- waz up?

i finally replied during my lunch break around noon

k-nothin much just taking a lunch break. hey i had something come up so i can't make it tonight. sorry.
r- 4real? when are u ready?
k- no i work until 5:30 and then i had a family thing come up so i can't come at all
r- when will u plan 4 me to take u out?
k- idk the rest of this weekend is pretty busy too. let me get back to you later today of tomorrow and let you know.

meanwhile, i'm sending SOS messages to friends and parents. trying to figure out how to get rid of this guy... i even looked for someone to double with before i said no completely... give me a little credit.

that night around 8

r- waz up?

again, i didn't reply hoping he would get the hint. 

I spent all day saturday with my brother and parents. we went shopping and such and it was way fun. While in one of the stores, I received this gem, without any message or anything


*insert picture of him in a tank top.


I was at a complete loss of words. All my mom could say was "i'm sorry". nevertheless, I didn't reply to him. There simply wasn't anything to say. 

that night around 8

r- waz up? how ur day?
k- it was really good. yours?
r- wht all you did?
r- going to church tomorrow?
k- i went to my brothers swim meet, and was shopping and stuff all day with my parents. and probably not actually, my mom asked me to go to my family ward.

my mom is basically my HERO

We talked for a minute about how his normal ride didn't work out and he wanted me to give him a ride to church. 

sunday around 8 pm
r- hi, how waz ur day?
k- good. how was yours?
r- gud, i want 2 church

monday around 7pm

r- waz up?

again, i didn't really have anything to say, so i simply didn't reply. i also received a phone call from him about an hour later, and didn't answer. 

around 10pm, i decided to take action

k- hey ralph i just wanted to let you know... i get my mission call this weekend. and i've been thinking a lot, and because of my mission soon i'm not going to date anyone before i leave. so i'm not going to go to dinner with you... i'm sorry
r- when u leaving?
k- i don't know yet. i'll find out this weekend when i get my call
r- are u going to get marry or engage while on ur mission?

Mind you, up until this point i thought he was a member of my church. after this statement, he clearly is an investigator or new member and has no idea what I'm talking about. 

k- no... i'm just going to be sharing the gospel. i'm not even sure where i'm going yet, but i'll be gone for 18 months.

now hold onto your chairs folks

r- let me tel u that i love u, no matter where u go i am there wit u until i put that ring on ur finger. 18 month is not long 4 me 2 wait. i really love u.
r- there is some thing special about u. i was a play boy but have chance sine the missionaries visited me. trying to come to christ and i am looking 4 a gud person like you.

*So stunned I can barely concentrate*

k- ralph i am extremely flattered, but please don't wait for me. there are lots of other good girls out there. but i am so happy that the missionaries found you and that you are working to come to christ and be a better person. that is so wonderful and i wish you the best of luck!

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He said a few more things about how special she was and how he loved her and he was trying to become a better person. She was flattered, but decided that it was best to stop contact. She will receive her mission call soon, and is SO excited to serve the Lord and his children she can hardly stand it.

The End

ps- the mission call comes either friday or saturday. There will soon be an update about where i'm going and when i'm leaving. I can hardly wait!!!


**names have been changed. 

Just listen

Men, just sit and listen and she'll be happy :)

i'm a terrible person

On rare occasion, a boy will ask me for my number or out on a date. 

From personal experience, I know that this is not an easy thing to do. 

I try to make the experience as painless as possible. 

You know, create a little conversation, ease the fear, make it easier. 

You guys are so brave.  

I commend you. Really. 

But there's a little piece of me that finds joy in the poor boy's suffering. 

Watching them get up the gumption to finally approach you, and then struggling for the words to ask if you're available that weekend.... is really quite hilarious. 

The struggle is keeping the hilarity inside my head. At least until the painful conversation is done. 

Like I said... I feel bad for the guys. And I feel a bad for thinking it's funny. Just for some reason it's so comical. 

Please tell me i'm not the only one. 

I'm basically terrible for finding joy in other people's suffering. 

Note: Karma may come to get you, and you'll only attract crazies. I've got a good story for you soon...