Guest post for my little sister Kamrie. Check out her blog and minister here at I guess this is her birthday present to me.

Ok Kyle! I would just like to start this guest post with the fact that today is my big brother’s birthday. First off Happy Birthday the big 24, just think one more year and you will be 25 which is half way to 50, which is half way to 100. Crazy.

Side note: I always thought it was really weird to realize your siblings getting older when really you look at them and you still see them as a highschooler.

So little background on me. I am obviously one of Kyle’s younger sisters, my name is Kamrie. I am guest posting on one particular way Kyle has affected my life.

I would like to start off with a “common scenario” of what happened in our family when the kids play a game.

Kyle, being in control because he is the oldest, usually would have three steps to get a game going:

1. Kyle would come into our “play room” where my sister, Kelsie and I were playing Barbie’s
2. He would manipulate Kelsie into playing some sort of sport, athletics’ required game. Once she was in, so was I. (these games would consist of hockey with tennis rackets, basketball football style, and occasionally wrestling on our parents water bed or reinacting WWE matches)
3. Next was teams (Kyle vs. all)

Now here is where the scenario kind of turns, once one match was over and Kyle lost he would beg us to play another. However, Kelsie knew better than to play another game for fear of getting physically hurt from the flying balls.

Kyle trying to plea us into more games would turn to me, a poor little inocensent 6 year old and say… “Come on little baby, You can’t beat me again….”

Of course, I gave in and started another type of competitive physical game. I only lost about 95% of the time to my older stronger brother. Then I would storm up the steps run to my room and cry.

This scenario happened tons of times at our house throughout my childhood.  The reason I bring this up is to display how much my brother always pushes me. I don’t mean this in a bad way at all. Kyle and I are exactly alike. We act the same, listen to the same music, and sometimes say the same things. We have always in a way pushed each other in a good way. What I mean by this is that he unknowingly challenged me to go out of my comfort zones, think differently, and live differently.
Just like when we played games, he would always challenge me to continue in something or work harder until I finally am able to succeed. I may not always beat him but at the same time I know I am being challenged to risk everything instead of just quitting while I am ahead.

Kyle you have always paved the way for Kelsie and I by challenging both of us to live life to the fullest.

No matter what you are doing we will always look to you as someone who would guide us and pave the way for us.

So Kyle on your 24th birthday I would like you to let me challenge you with a couple of things
FIRST— Relieze you are old…just kidding
SECOND—-Strive to love life and know in God’s eyes you are successful
THIRD—- Continue to seek and pursue God even when he seems like he is nowhere to be seen
I love you bro. I am glad I have been able to know you for so long and thank you for helping me to push myself when I don’t always want to. You have ignorantly paved the way for me to love God and follow in your footsteps.


Sunday provides us a day to relax, reflect, and refuel. On Sunday’s I like to sit back and ask a couple of questions. Maybe it sounds a little like those awkward games you play with people you do not know so that you can get to know each other better.
Lets just call it Question(s) for You.

You can answer them all or just one

1) Are you a set the fireworks off or watch the fireworks type of person?

2) What is your favorite holiday?

3) If we were to go into Starbucks together, what would you order?

Answer them all or just one….these are questions for you.


This video is very creative. That was the first thing I noticed. After that I realized how much great information was being presented.
It is worth the 10 minutes.

What motivates you?


fangirlWith the release of the brand new iPhone 4 last week and the upcoming mega movie blockbuster opening of Twilight, people are in hysteria over the possibilities of being the first. Long lines and rabid fanboys and fangirls will do just about anything to take part in these huge events.
I wonder why people turn crazy around these events?

I was one of the crazies that stood in line for the iPhone 4 (but notice I am not one of the crazies that will ever see twilight). Which means that I am not free of guilt yet apart of the problem. But as I watch people become obsessed with the latest apple products or the latest twilight movie, or insert whatever other obsession you can find out there I wonder why it is that we can become such obsessive people?

I think I might have an idea, at least from personal thoughts and experience. I think one of the first reasons we become obsessed is everyone else is obsessed. Want to be an apple fan boy? You better know all the rumors, read all the blogs, and have the latest technology. If you are still rocking an iPhone 2G you are obviously not a fanboy :) Want to be considered a twilight fan girl? You better be at the opening night, better have the t shirt and you better have read all the books. It is what we do. Its almost like we cannot get enough of something nor can we not get enough of being the best or most obsessed.

Secondly, I think it comes down to the fact that we have nothing else to do. Maybe your just bored or your story is not exciting (I know that is how I feel) but you need something that gets you going. So waiting in line four hours for a phone is something to talk about. I think it might come down to the fact that a character that is in search of a plot is fine with letting their plot be dictated by others.

I think we have to many fanboys/girls and not enough story tellers.

Are you a Story Teller or a Fan boy?


It is summer, it is hot, and new music release Tuesday has been very very lame lately.

Here are 10 albums to listen to this summer.
Continue Reading…


Sunday provides us a day to relax, reflect, and refuel. On Sunday’s I like to sit back and ask a couple of questions. Maybe it sounds a little like those awkward games you play with people you do not know so that you can get to know each other better.
Lets just call it Question(s) for You.

You can answer them all or just one

1) What is your favorite youtube video?

2) Would you rather use twitter or facebook?

3) Did you get the iPhone 4? Will you?

Answer them all or just one….these are questions for you.


I have two stories for you on this busy Friday afternoon.

Story number 1
It was Wednesday night, I had to be up at 5am the next morning to get in line for my iPhone 4. I was fast asleep only to be awoken by an annoying cricket. I am what you would call a light sleeper. Something as little as someone turning on a light in the hall way will wake me up. Its a curse (especially in college) when trying to get sleep but it is also a blessing when someone wants to break into your house (which in turn is actually a curse if that happens). You can imagine my frustration when Dave Cricket started chirping. I tried to shrug it off at first but after about 20 minutes I could not take it. I got up, turned the light on (which provided me a really dirty look from my dog that was sleeping) and went on a search. I narrowed down dave crickets location to my entertainment center. At that moment, at 4am, I realized this cricket is a genius. What a great place to hide, very dark and a lot of spots to hang out. I immediately checked under the entertainment center but could only see so much. Maybe it was the night blindness of having my eyes shut for the last 6 hours or just that it was dark under the entertainment center, but I couldn’t see anything. I needed a way to “flush” him out, so I improvised and grabbed my belt that was on the floor next to me. I stuck it under the entertainment center and started to move it back and forth…no luck. After a couple of minutes I gave up with the hope that I scared Dave Cricket into going back to bed and not making another noise. A couple of minutes later, after just laying back down, Dave Cricket was at it again. Dang you Davey Cricket. I got up, turned the light back on and continued my search. This time removing all the movies, Playstation 3, and other odd stuff that I had stashed in the shelves of the entertainment center. As I continued to search I laid down on my chest. This had two purposes, first to get a better look under the entertainment center and also to trick my body into thinking I was still asleep. I as looked around my head hit my shoot that was just to the right of me and flipped it over. Not thinking anything of it I went back on my search. Moments later, in disappointment of the fact that I would not get anymore sleep I gave up my search. As I started to get up from the ground I looked over to the left and there he was, Mr Dave Cricket himself. Where was he you might ask? He was under the shoe that I knocked over with my head. Ya, you can imagine my relief as I realized the luck that just played itself out and then my relief as I realized that the very thing that hid Dave Cricket was going to be the cause of his death.

Story Number 2
After a rough night of sleep (see story above) I awoke and got ready so that I could get a good spot in the “reserve” line at the apple store. Me and my sister got in the car around 6am to head off to the store that was going to make our dreams come true. As we pulled up to the mall that housed the apple store I remarked to my sister that there would probably be about 30 people ahead of us in line. Little did I know that we would be 301 and 302 of a 500 person line. Four hours of waiting and a couple of chick fil a sandwiches later, it was our turn. We walked into the apple store very proud and excited. As we went through the checkout process we could not stop smiling knowing that we would have our hands on this tiny magical device that is called the iPhone 4. “Oh no, there is a problem” where not the words that I wanted to hear from my apple helper (or whatever they are called, its the person that gave us our phone). She said that I was not eligible for the upgrade and it would cost me $500 for a new phone. Now an amateur would not know this fact, but lets not forgot who we are talking about, I am not amateur (this is sarcasm btw). I had already ran across this problem and called AT&T the week before explaining the problem and searching for answers. The kind lady on the phone told me that everything would be okay, that it was an error in their system and that I was going to be eligible. I asked her what to do if they still try and charge me $500 for the new phone, she said to immediately call AT&T customer service and they will take care of everything. So I pulled out my phone, dialed AT&T and started what would be an hour conversation from hell. As I explained my problem to the guy on the other line I was met with words that I was not expecting, “you are still not eligible.” We went through some facts and I asked some questions and he continued to repeat the same thing over and over, “You are not eligible.” I asked to speak to his manager to seek further understanding. He connected me with Brian. As I explained the situation again, Brian replied with the same thing “you are not eligible.” No kidding? Haven’t heard that one before. I then went on to tell him about the conversation I had a week before on the 15th and how I was told it would not be a problem and everything would be taken care of. As I told him this story his response was one that still gets me today. He proceeded to tell me that he has heard the new iPhone is really buggy and that really they are doing me a favor by not allowing me to upgrade today because of all the problems with the iPhone 4. My response to that “that is the worse argument I have ever heard for why I cannot get my iPhone.” He went on to say that not one person in the AT&T company would tell me that I was eligible when it was not possible and that he himself was not eligible and was going to have to wait until February and I only had to wait until July and I should be happy. Thanks Brian, thanks for not only telling me that you are doing me a favor but also for calling me a liar. We went on for a couple more minutes and then I hung up on him and cried (not really, but wanted to). After four hours of waiting and another hour on the phone I was at my breaking point. Luckily we figured out a work around and I was able to get my reserved iPhone 4.  As I told the Apple lady, it wouldn’t be a big deal to wait until July if I just strolled in and was thinking I was getting the iPhone, it was the fact that I waited four hours in line and was told by a manager and employee at AT&T that I would have no problems.

Then I found five dollars.
End of story or stories.

You might be wondering why I said that at the end. Well it is believed by some friends that if you tell a bad story you can always make it better by saying at the end “then I found five bucks.” So if those two stories sucked…at least I found five bucks.

You got a story for me?