I Have the Only Key To Your Heart

So, if you know me even a little bit, you'll know that I am the most forgetful, unorganized person ever.  Especially, when it comes to keys.   For instance, in high school I got locked out of my car, my house, and (isn't this pathetic) the percussion closet in the band room.  Not to mention that those all happened multiple times.  In fact, if you say anything about me and keys to my friend Carson he will immediately start laughing because he, better than anyone, knows how bad I am at keeping track of my keys.  

However, now that I've moved out on my own I seem to have been able to keep better track of my keys... WRONG!  In fact, if anything I've gotten worse because not only do I still lose, forget, misplace, etc, my keys but I usually forget (or it's battery is dead) my cellphone at the same time.  So not only am I locked out, I have no way to call for help.  It got so bad that my boyfriend had to start asking me as we walked out the door, "Do you have your key?  How about your phone?"  (This was after a mishap when I got locked out of my house at 1 in the morning, didn't have my cellphone on me and had to walk 15 minutes to his house, in the dark by myself, so that I could borrow his phone to call my roommates... who's phone numbers neither of us knew)  Anyway, I figured that once I moved into my summer apartment rather than living in a dorm I'd be better with my keys because I could have a spare key hidden outside my door.  (You can't really do that in a dorm because it's just like a big hotel, where would you hide the key?)  But I'm betting all of you don't really believe that... good for you. 

 The first time I got locked out of my summer apartment was after church.  I hadn't put out a spare key yet and I didn't have my regular key on me.  So, being the smart child that I am, I set about trying to find a way in.  I searched all over the front door, yard, etc, looking for a possible spare key that may have been set out there by a roommate or leftover from previous occupants.  There was none.  So then I decided to wait for one of the boys next door to come home and let me into my apartment through theirs.  (Our apartments have a connecting closet, kind of like hotel room that connects to another one).  One of them finally gets home and takes me through to the closet... which of course is locked from my apartments inside, just my luck.  So I sit outside on our steps when I notice one of our windows is open.  And once again being the smart child that I am I think, "Can't you pop the screen out of those things?"  So I set about trying to pop the screen out of the window.  I finally manage to work the window wide enough open to push the screen through, then I have to work myself in (please note I'm doing all of this in my church dress) and try not to knock over the bookshelf that's set right beneath the window.  And finally, after all of that I make it into my apartment.  WOOT!  Thank you, thank you, hold the applause.  But, please also note that as I tell this story to my roommate later that night, she asks, "Why didn't you use the spare key?"   and then proceeds to show me the spare key hidden outside our front door that I had missed during my search... :P  

After this lock out I became amazingly good at having my key on me whenever the door was locked... or so I thought.  Once again today I was locked out of my apartment.  No big deal, right?  Just use the spare key.  Wrong again, we had lately had some people over working on our drain on our porch and so as not to give them a free key to the apartment we'd taken the spare key inside for the time being... and so once again I popped the screen out of the window.  I am getting to be a pro at that.  

So I have decided that I should become an expert on all things with locks.  Learn how to open them with a bobby pin (which, sad to say I did try the first time I got locked out... I mainly just managed to mangle the bobby pin), learn how to open them with a credit card, maybe even learn how to crack safes!  Just kidding.  But anyway, all things considered I'm debating writing a book about my lockouts.  Kind of like those "Worst Case Scenario Handbooks", only all about getting locked out of things.  First chapter- When It Comes To Keys, You Can Never Have Too Many Backups.  :) 

I Wish I Were the Rain

Rain, rain go away... or not.  

So Logan has been in a sort of week long rainstorm this week.  Everyone is getting a little irritated with it but in my opinion it is awesome!  I love the rain, everytime I see a puddle I want to jump in it :)  I have always thought that when I grow up I should move somewhere rainy like Seattle and (good news) this summer I am going to Seattle on a trip!   Me and my friend Caitlyn are going up there for her brother Will's wedding and then we are going to sight see and party up there together, I cannot wait.  I find it quite surprising that while my mother is a major sun person, I am a major rain person.  There's just something about a cloudy day with pouring rain that makes me happy.  It's probably because those are the days when I can just stay inside, cuddle up in a blanket and read a good book with a bowl of popcorn.  Or, I can go play in the rain, even better :) 

Nothing much has been happening for me lately.  I've fallen into an everyday routine- work, relaxing, some sort of activity with friends.  Depending on the day I either go to FHE, ultimate frisbee, country swing dancing, or just watch a movie with roommates.  Country swing dancing lately has been a lot of fun.  I met a cute boy last week who asked for my number.  Unfortuanently there was no call :(  However this week he did give me a hug after we danced :)  He is a football player too!  Haha, why I have always wanted to date a football player I have no idea.  Frisbee has been really fun too.  I'm really enjoying the group of us that play and am getting pretty good at catching and throwing the frisbee finally.  Maybe during the school year I can play on the quad with everyone else!  

PS-I had a really funny video that I wanted to put on here but unfortuanently I can't figure out how to get it on because I can't get it onto my downloads.  It's a boy at a student ward talent show singing the song 'Hey Delilah' only the Mormon version called 'Hey Delilah (I'm at the MTC)'.  It's quite hilarious. So, since I can't get it on you will all just have to imagine it's here and laugh pretending that you watched it :)  (Haha, or you could come find me and see it in person on my computer.  Or if you can't do that and still really want to see it let me know and I'll email it to you on facebook since I do know how to do it that way (: )  

What is in a Name?

So what is new with me? Well I started a job at the Deseret News for the summer. Yes it is very different than anything else that I have ever done before, mainly because no kids are involved, yet suprisingly it is very refreshing. It is my first time ever working full time and boy has it been an adjustment! But slowly I am getting used to it. Other than work my life consists of sleeping and weekends. Weekends are the most wonderful things in the world! McKay usually comes down and we do anything and everything from hiking to swimming and surprisingly we have done a lot of shopping. He is a great sport when my dad is gone and he is the only guy around. (he says it is weird, but I think that he secretly loves it) Our goal for this summer is to do at least one thing new each weekend that we have never done together before. So if you have any ideas let us know. :) So besides McKay another thing on my mind, also the whole point of this post is my name. I know... most people don't really ever think about their name, they are used to it and it is just a normal thing. Which for me it is perfectly normal, yet it never stops to amaze everyone else. It is usually the topic of conversation whenever I first meet someone new. Which can be nice, but when you are meeting tons of people all on the same day, like when you start a new job or a new school, you start to sound like a broken record. So where did my name come from? It is a family name, which if I say so myself is a very cool thing. The original Kajsa is my great great great great Grandma. She was from Sweden and came over to America as an adult. She left all of her kids in Sweden and traveled across the plains with the missionaries to Pleasant Grove Utah. Once she left Sweden she never saw any of her children again. Impressive huh? Yes I have always felt some sort of obligation to live up to my name sake, but honestly I can't imagine anything that I could do that would come even close to her so I should probably just give up now. This picture is of me next to Kajsa Larsen's grave in Pleasent Grove on Memorial Day. It was a little unnerving to see my name engraven on a headstone, but exciting to finally see it. The next story that involves my name is this past Sunday my Sunday School teachers named their daughter after me. Earlier on in the pregnancy she had asked me if she could use it and ofcourse I said yes, we could use more Kajsa's in the world. But Sunday was the first time that I had seen her. She was darling ( ofcourse! her name is Kajsa). It was weird to hear everyone talking about Kajsa and not having it be me, but I feel honored that someone would like my name so much that they would want to use it. The only difference was that they spelled her name Kysa. Which I agree with whole heartedly because it is actually spelled the way that it sounds and it will make her school experience a little easier. So with all of this talk about my name I thought that I would once again look it up online to find the meaning and like always I could not find anything. But oh well I still love my name, thanks mom and dad for giving me such a unique name and I hope that I will be able to find some unique names for my kids.