Wishing 101.

December 28, 2008

"Dreams and wishes come true, without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them."

Due to my increase in wishes this time of year, and also considering the many, many, many that have recently come true - I would like to spend some time enlightening others on the concepts of wishing.

Wishing 101.
1. You can make a wish on the following:
shooting star
first star
glow in the dark stars
first snowfall (comes true by the last snow fall..or so I've been told)
wishing bracelets
wishing fountains
eye lashes
holding your breath through a tunnel
if you touch metal while going over railroad tracks
birthday candles (BIG deal)
in your heart

2) Rules to wishing:
Rule #1. You've probably heard that if you tell your wish, it won't come true...well, that's not true. You can tell someone if you'd like to, but sometimes telling someone will spoil it (especially if they are involved in the wish). I personally believe the best wishes are wishes untold, but if you wish to share it, you aren't putting your wish in jeopardy, unlike popular belief.
Rule #2. You have to put your whole heart into it. End of story.

3) Exceptions: Your wishes may/may not come true exactly how you want - the good thing about wishes, is they come true when they need to/how they're supposed to - so even if you end up wishing for something ridiculous like I did once upon a time (to marry one of the members in Dream Street - or something like that) it will not come true if it will make you unhappy one day... (this dream street member is now openly gay)

That's about it. If you read this, and now want to make a wish (which you all should) but find that there are no stars, eye lashes, or candles around - feel free to watch the video above and wish on the shooting star.

"If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme...Like a bolt out of the blue - fate steps in and see's you through, when you wish upon a star, your dreams come true."

The only thing to learn from my ramblings today is: wishes come true.


December 14, 2008

"I believe everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right...and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. "


'Tis The Season

December 10, 2008

Christmas is my favorite time of year, but aside from the lights, snow and magical ambiance of the atmosphere, it reminds each of us to be a little better, a little kinder, and a little closer to remembering who it was that set the perfect example of keeping Christmas in your heart all year round.

I once walked into a store to do some of my usual Christmas shopping and ran across this sign:
Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy... forgiveness,
To an opponent... tolerance.
To every child... a good example.
To every friend... a smile.
To your family... your love.
To yourself... respect.
To all... your heart.

Now, years later, I have found a miraculous example of someone who followed that wise advice when he had every reason not to. I guess
shouldn't have been surprised when I saw this story as the headline on MSN.com, but I was.

"A Korean immigrant whose wife, two young daughters and mother-in-law perished when a military jet crashed into his house [just two weeks before Christmas] says... "Please pray for him not to suffer."
Recently reminded during the First Presidency Christmas Devotional, we heard of what President David O. McKay once declared: “True happiness comes only by making others happy—the practical application of the Savior’s doctrine of losing one’s life to gain it. In short, the Christmas spirit is the Christ spirit, that makes our hearts glow in brotherly love and friendship and prompts us to kind deeds of service. It is the spirit of the gospel of Jesus Christ, obedience to which will bring ‘peace on earth,’ because it means—good will toward all men."
President Thomas S. Monson then concluded, "Giving, not getting, brings to full bloom the Christmas spirit. Enemies are forgiven, friends remembered, and God obeyed. The spirit of Christmas illuminates the picture window of the soul, and we look out upon the world’s busy life and become more interested in people than things. To catch the real meaning of the “spirit of Christmas,” we need only drop the last syllable, and it becomes the “Spirit of Christ.”

I wish everyone the very Merriest Christmas, and will wish (because I always do anyway) that we can try to do the same as old Ebeneezer Scrooge when he promised, "I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year."

I'd Rather Be In Love...

December 9, 2008

I'd rather be in love during Christmastime than Valentines. Come to think of it, I'd rather be in love any day. Period.
Joni Mitchell explains me well:
It’s just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away…
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud...
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way...
But I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all.
Dedicated to:
The nights on the bleachers, wrapped up in blankets with our penny candy, talking about love.
The night dancing on the bridge to JamisonParker.
The nights we danced with mattresses.
The night on the fence when I was 14.
The night on the phone when I was 16.
The night in my dorm room when I was 18.
And most of all to my 7up girl sister whose been there through most of my "loves illusions" and will be getting married in one week.
"All because I've been cursed by being in love...the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms..."
...I'd still rather be in love.

YouTube Is My Battlefield

November 17, 2008

I recently reviewed a few of the postings I have made on this popular video website and to my utter dismay I realized all of them were arguments.
Usually YouTube provides me illegal ways to catch up with my favorites: 90210 – sadly enough – The Hills – and of course, the news. However, something always catches the corner of my eye.
It is a tiny box that says: related videos.
My mouse wanders...
And sure enough, I end up finding myself watching random “politically correct” videos with every political agenda possible and then the trumpets sound as I begin to unleash my wrath among many other YouTubers.
So whether it’s defending Mitt Romney in political ads, arguing against the many hypocrites asking “tolerance” for same sex marriage, but forgetting to practice what they preach towards the LDS church (a blog or two will be coming your way soon enough about that), discussing the questionable affiliations of our new President Barack Obama, and yes, even siding in defense of Selena Gomez (I am not team Miley Cyrus) in a recent feud between these Disney pop stars… (My sister informed me of this, I have outgrown the tween scene I assure you)…. It all makes me wonder, what is it about YouTube that can aggravate me to the point of joining, signing in, and then proceeding to write with limited amount of characters allowed, my own beliefs and opinions?
At the beginning of the semester in one of my oh-so liberal sociology classes, we got onto the topic of “Racist America” and my professor exclaimed (yes this is verbatim): “There is little good about this country!” Whether this was a teaching method or her personal belief is still in question, (it’s probably a little bit of both), but after picking my jaw up off the ground, my hand instantly shot up – the rest is history, and the remainder of class was spent in a heated debate among the students, TA’s and professor.
Even in the eighth grade I remember fuming with anger in class over SheDaisy (am I right? probably not) and their outspoken stance on the War in Iraq.
You see, I was taught and raised in a home to respect differences and differences in matter of opinion and I do, (cross my heart), but there seems to be this monster inside that must make its point known as well, gosh dang it.
I guess it all comes down to this: where does this pride of mine come from and why must I argue – even online? Whether it was joining the debate team in high school or the inherited stubborn nature from my father, I must argue (for better or for worse).
They say, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”, but in my case: scorned, challenged, confronted, irritated, and the list goes on…just ask my ex boyfriends.

Breakfast Readings

November 15, 2008

I'd recommend to those who love to read or even those who flip through the pages of books to only understand the gist of it for their upcoming quiz, the wise advice I followed from my ninth grade teacher. With every book you read - or simply just skim over, and with every lesson that comes, underline, highlight, wrinkle the page or do whatever it may be so when that book is opened again, you can remember that which was once important.

So with that being said, as I looked through some old books this morning to try and find one suitable to read over breakfast, I ran across "The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler", and sure enough found that page marked up and almost torn out.

"I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything... It's hollow."

Just some food for thought.

Rainy Soundtracks.

June 12, 2008

I once heard someone say they have background music to their life. Imagine that?
Don't try too hard though, I think we all do.
If there were such a thing though - literally speaking - I wonder what each leitmotiv would be? After all, my Music 101 professor taught, "There is a perfect song for every perfect moment."

So in honor of the rainy summer days, where sweats and big t shirts are the only thing that will do, I have compiled a rainy day soundtrack.

1. That Next Place - Thomas Newman (Meet Joe Black - nothing more needs to be said)
2. Always On My Mind - Michael Buble
3. River Flows In You - Yiruma
4. Boston (Acoustic) - Augustana
5. Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo Ole'
6. Gravity - John Mayer
7. It's All Coming Back To Me Now - Celine Dion (She has a song for everything)
8. Return To Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins
9. ...And Then I Kissed Him - Hans Zimmer (Pearl Harbor Soundtrack)
10. Everytime We Say Goodbye - Ray Charles
11. Cello Suite No. 1 - Bach
12. This is For Keeps - Spill Canvas
13. How Did I Fall In Love With You? - Back Street Boys (guilty pleasure as always)
14. Tribute - Jon Schmidt
15. Come On - Ben Jelen
16. Like A Star - Corinne Bailey Ray

"Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory." Oscar Wilde is my hero.

Someone Just Brought Me Cookies

May 14, 2008

"Someone just brought me cookies. And I didn’t do one thing to deserve them," So begins the very first blog of a Kelsie Christensen Korver (for now at least, my desired last name changes on a day to day basis).

Before I begin on this marvelous experience of mine, I will give you a background of today, May the 14th (which is in your best interest) so that you (the reader) can receive the full effect of this splendid story that inspired to me to begin a blog.

I came to work expecting another routine day. Sit down at the computer, and wait. Wait for the phone to ring. Wait for a guest I can greet with the friendly ‘hello’s’ and ‘how are you’s’. Ashamed to admit, I also wait for the newest writing on my wall... (for those of you who have a life, that is in reference to Facebook)...In a nutshell, I mainly just wait for the clock to tick, as I listen to the wonderfulness of John Mayer which seem to make the minutes pass about half a second faster so 4:59 PM rolls around sooner than later. (Oscar Wilde once said "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." And after my statement above, he can rightfully accuse me of the same thing today).

Anyway, the point is it was just another day at work.

But I was wrong.

As I simply just sat at my desk directing the incoming traffic of people to their desired destinations in this rather plain and monotonous office building, I was surprised when a pleasant looking man in a blue collared shirt strolls up to the desk with a gracious smile and a plate full of cookies. He asks where he can find a Megan, and as I direct him to the third floor, I call extension 6105 to notify this Megan of this visitor. Moments - or we'll say minutes (for the sake of this posts theme which seems to be time) pass, and this man walks down the stairway, smiles and bids me a good day as he walks out the door; after smiling in response and wishing him the same, I get back to work... BUT, just as it was beginning to go on as an ordinary day, I hear the door open, and this blue collared man walks back up to my desk and hands me another plate full of warm chocolate chip cookies... (my first thought is he must really love to bake)... and as he wishes me a good day, he smiles a most magnificent smile which was much brighter the third time around and walks out the same way he entered.

Receiving those cookies this morning, reminded me of the feeling you get when you unexpectedly pull the last petal off a daisy fulfilling your secret wish that "he loves me"; it fills you with hope, as did this plate full of cookies... small and insignificant as that plate of cookies may have been considering power or politics, I realized it is the smallest acts that will fill us with hope ...hope that a world of crime, hate, and violence, isn't as bad as the evening news makes it out to be.

Today someone just brought me cookies, and I didn't do one thing to deserve them. If there is something to be learned by all this (besides not to wear white when you have chocolate around) it is this: it isn't by chance that we were put on this earth with 6,602,224,175 other people.

A life worth living, is only worth living for others.

Think about it.

And then maybe bake some cookies.

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