Saturday, May 31, 2008

This is for real.

It's official, folks.

I have graduated.

I am no longer a high school student.

It's kind of a relief knowing I will never have to go back to high school drama again. Now I get to face the wonders of real world drama. Zoinks.

Well, tonight I am off to play in my mom's band concert. She teaches fourth and fifth graders how to play different instruments, and at the end of every year, she holds a band concert in which all the parents can dote on their kids. My friend, Arin, and I have been playing at these concerts for a few years now. My mom always requests us, and a few others, to help out with the sound of the group. We do it 'cause we get paid. And we love my mom.

Today, I was trying to convince my mom to let me get my nose pierced. I told her that it would be between forty and fifty dollars cheaper than getting my hair done, it lasts longer, but it's not as permanent as getting a tattoo. She's almost at the "yes" point. (See Beth, I told you that if I waited too long I wouldn't want it anymore.)

Well, a dee duh dee dee, that's all folks.

peace, love, and porky pig.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Anxious anticipation

Wow. I can't believe I actually graduate tomorrow night. That's so strange. But I'm kind of excited.

If you want to come, it's at Northside Baptist Church on 38 Ave. It's free, but it's limited seating, so get there a little early if you're coming.

Also, my graduation party is on Sunday from 4-7pm. It's an open house, so you can come and go as you please. It's also free. And anyone's invited. It's at the Feather Sound Country Club on Feather Sound Dr.

That's basically it for news. Nothing to exciting. Except the fact that I'm graduating. I heard that's a big deal.

peace, love, and no new news (try saying that five times fast).

Monday, May 26, 2008

Happy Memorial Blog!

What do people do on Memorial Day? Have BBQs? Play beach volleyball? I have no idea. I don't think I've ever really celebrated Memorial Day...

Today, I went over to John and Gina's and glazed some of the pottery I made back in January. We fired one of the coffee cups I made in the kiln, but the other one has to wait because it needs to be fired in the electric kiln. Whatever that means. I don't know a whole lot about pottery, but I really enjoy it. It's challenging.

My neighbor, JJ (not my youth pastor), just finished putting hard wood flooring in his house. My mom and I went next door to check it out. It's pretty cool. He did a good job.

My mom and Denis are currently making Sloppy Joe's for dinner. Mmm. I'm excited.

And that pretty much is what my day consisted of.

peace, love, and boredom.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

The final countdown


I've had a strangely absurd feeling the past few days. My last days of high school are approaching, and rather rapidly. Yesterday was Senior Skip Day, and I enjoyed not doing anything. Today I had my Economics exam and emptied out my locker, and tomorrow I have my College Algebra and Christian Living exams. It's weird to think I'll never be in high school again... you know, unless something happens and I fail every single class. I'm super excited to get out, but at the same time, I realize I am cautiously stepping out into a world I don't know. All I've known is what it's been like to be sheltered and provided for by my parents, along with knowing that I still have "X" amount of years/months/days left until I graduate. It's not like that anymore. I have seven days until I graduate. And only four months until I really step out into a different world. I feel like I don't want high school to end, but at the same time, I cannot wait to get out. It just all seems so surreal.

Well, that's my blurb for today. Haha, "blurb" is a funny word.
peace, love, and one week

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Blog before beauty

Come to my concert tonight if you want. Northside Baptist Church. 7 pm. Free.

Sorry for my last blog.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

A blog is worth a thousand words... give or take a few.

Kaeli: "I am a little sad today."

Mr. Ribbons the Magic Monkey: "Why is that, Kaeli?"

Kaeli: "You see, Mr. Ribbons, I went to give blood today."

Mr. Ribbons the Magic Monkey: "Why is giving blood a sad thing?"

Kaeli: "It's not. But my iron was too low so I couldn't donate this time."

Mr. Ribbons the Magic Monkey: "I'm terribly sorry, Kaeli." (quietly chuckles)

Kaeli: "Mr. Ribbons? Why are you laughing? I wanted to save three lives today!"

Mr. Ribbons the Magic Monkey (chuckling): "Oh, it's nothing." (continued laughter)

Kaeli: "Mr. Ribbons, did you have something to do with this?"

Mr. Ribbons the Magic Monkey: "I might have..."

Kaeli: "Mr. Ribbons! How could you?! First, you make me sick for six months (about a year 
ago), and now you make my iron low. I am very disappointed in you."

Mr. Ribbons the Magic Monkey (shamefully): "I'm sorry, Kaeli. Will you ever forgive me?"

Kaeli: "Of course I will."

(hugs)

I think that pretty much sums up what happened to me this morning.

On a lighter note, I have an announcement. My graduation will be on May 30 at 7:30 pm at Northside Baptist Church. Anyone is welcome to come. Then, that Sunday, June 1 at 4 pm, my graduation party will be held at the Feather Sound Country Club. Again, anyone is welcome to come. Just RSVP for the latter. Oh, and start spreading the news of these two events (or if you pet isn't housebroken, start spreading the newspaper).

peace, love, and failed attempts.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Blog Band

Not a whole lot to report. I have a band-aid on my thumb. Some guy at my school slammed the door on my thumb. I left the room, and a black eye.

I jest.

Yesterday was Mom's Day. I woke up early to give her breakfast in bed, but when I went downstairs to get breakfast, I found that she was already awake and drinking her coffee and reading the newspaper. I made her go back upstairs and get in bed. Seriously.

After that, I went to church. My mom came to that, which was cool. I gave her a yellow rose. Cory totally topped me though. The three of us went back to my house, and he whips out these gorgeous tulips for my mom (my favorite flower). She liked them a lot. Then Cory and I took her out to lunch at Chili's. I was planning on paying, but again, Cory whipped out his credit card and beat me to the punch. (No black eye was left this time, though.) His card was declined (he's been having problems with it lately) so I laughed at him. But then he paid with his debit card. Slick.

Later, Cory and I went over to Beth and JJ's to play Mario Kart on the Wii. That was fun. I only won twice. I blame it on the fact that you have to literally steer instead of using a joystick. We played Rock Band eventually, and downloaded some knew songs. Apparently, I can rock out on drums (if it's on easy). I got to create my own character. Beth calls her my alter ego. Her name's Lilac. Hahahahahahahaha. So not me.

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peace, love, and black eyes.

Friday, May 9, 2008

What the blog?

Just thinking out loud. I posted this on Myspace, but I'm adding to it. No explanations.

KAELI RICCARDI'S INCOMPLETE LIST OF STUFF THAT'S OVERRATED.

Tootsie Rolls
Kick-boxing
WNBA
Prank calls
Sharks
Pepsi
Bad habits
Politics
Plastic Surgery
"I know you are but what am I?"
Apple products
Northside Christian School
Haircuts
Reality TV
Tomatoes
Soda
Golf on TV
Fast food
Overplayed songs
Quantum Physics
Monday
Florida Gators
Vitamin Water
Webster's Dictionary
Gibson guitars
Small phones
Guam
Staples
Michael Jackson
Dr. Phil
Myspace
Social Security
Celebrity relationships
Bling
Award ceremonies
Good Charlotte
Health supplements
Joe's Crab Shack
Skinny dipping
The Sims
Deet
Publix
Ex Mickey Mouse Club members
Html
Sombreros
Ninjas
Steve-O
Tight clothes
Global warming
Cigarettes
Popularity
Starbucks
Freshly squeezed juice
Donald Trump
Seaworld
Polygons
Tom Cruise
Cruises
Star Trek
NASCAR
Sporks
Blue tooth
Grape Jelly
Sesame Street
High School
Superman
Ranch dressing
Humidity

Feel free to add your thoughts to my list. With no explanations.

peace, love and overrated things.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Oh my blog.

Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on: you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of — throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.

(This excerpt is from Mere Christianity by CS Lewis.)

The past couple of weeks, we've been doing a series in youth group called AMP'd. This Wednesday, JJ talked about how it's so easy to make God background music and to reverb ourselves. Lately, I've kind of put God on the back burner. I've become content with where I am. Contentment is my worst enemy. I thought this was how God wanted me to be - where I was spiritually. I mean, I know that I should be consistent and constantly growing, but it's another thing to actually act it out. I read this quote today on someone else's blog and decided I would write on it.

God doesn't ever want us to stay in the same place. Just when we think God has us where he wants us, he starts taking away walls, putting new doors in, adding on other rooms or floors, changing the carpet; but the foundation remains the same.

Even if it feels like God isn't doing something in my life, he is. I've tried to hear me through the reverb instead of trying to hear God.

I feel like I've just sort of rambled. Sorry for the disorganization.

peace, love, and favorite authors.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Honest to blog.

So, I kind of made it a joke yesterday in Sunday School, but I'm going to talk about it more seriously now...

My dad and Tracy (my stepmom, sort of) were married for five years. My dad would provoke Tracy a lot because she gets mad easily, and one day, he made her so mad that she slammed her fists down on his chest, exclaiming something like, "What are you thinking?!?!" She accidently hit his mouth and chipped his tooth. My dad, from then on, shut her out of the relationship. This was two years ago. He had been legally separated from Tracy for those two years, after the "abuse." He picked up and moved to Tennessee a few months ago and found a woman name Kari who he started dating. While he was still married.

I've been going to see a counselor to help me "process" what's been going on and to give me advice and such. My dad came into town for one of my counseling sessions because he wanted to explain to me what was happening. My dad has a way of twisting reality so it makes him look like a saint. And I'm not saying that because I'm angry with him, I'm actually not. I'm saying it because it's true. So he told me things that weren't true to try to get me to feel sorry for him. (Side note... he has always guilted me in some way.)

Three weeks ago, the divorce between Tracy and my father was finalized. This past Wednesday, I found out that he was engaged.

I don't say all this so you will feel bad for me. I say this because I wanted you to know why I would make a joke about it in church on Sunday. It's a lot to deal with and I guess I just needed to laugh at it.

peace, love, and third marriages.