I eat babies. there... i said it.

Boogers Boogers Boogers!

anxiety.

yesterday, a little man sat on my chest all day.
he wouldn't let me breathe and made my heart skip around real fast. but, i woke up this morning and he is gone.
and i am very happy about that.
i can now breathe and my heart beats (pretty) regular again.
he was never welcome, and now he is gone.
hallelujah. praise ya Jesus.

Erin ever After: The Bee's Knees of Canada

ideas...

Erin ever After: The Bee's Knees of Canada: "this wedding might go down in history as the cutest ever. Seriously eating up the school chairs and the lovely DIY menagerie. Images cou..."

saw this on Erin Ever After's blog. How cute is this whole wedding?! love the bright colors and home-like feel to it all.
definitely will bookmark it in my mind.

harry potter is keeping me up.

oh, harry.

your adventures are exciting. your bravery inspires me. your loyalty delights me.

oh, harry.
-- a poem, by: briley hayden

harry potter and i have become very good friends this summer. he is some kind of guy, i'll tell you. and if you haven't shared any adventures with him, i suggest you do very soon, because his quest is soon coming to an end, but you can always catch up later if you so choose.

i've made it my goal to read every book and watch every movie this summer. i made it through the first two pretty quickly and now i'm a little stuck on the third. don't get me wrong, he's still just as fascinating, it's just that i have been pulled away outside of hogwarts to get some non-magic work accomplished.

i have two weeks to reach my goal. ohh boy, harry.

growing older, growing wiser

the past two days i have had the privilege of spending the evening with my lovely grandparents.
last night, my dad's parents (grandma and grandpa) came over and my mom and i cooked dinner for them to celebrate my grandma's birthday. it was a lovely time of food, conversation, and laughs.

i snapped this picture of my grandma as we were singing happy birthday to her. i love how happy she looks. :) seen here with her very own custom banana split cake built by me and mom. deeelicious.


and tonight i got to hang out with my mom's parent (poppie and gg). love them so very, VERY much.

it's funny how different they are as sets of grandparents, but share similarities in the sense that they have so much life knowledge and wonderful stories. i love hearing stories about my parents growing up and all the ridiculous things they did. or life even before they were born, as young kids and all of their own adventures.

my poppie grew up in the hills of kentucky and he was quite a plethora of stories that he likes to pull out and entertain us with, or many a time, teach us a life lesson. he is BY FAR the most fascinating man i know.

here's a picture Britty took last year with her film camera for her photography class. one of my favorite pictures ever.


okay. precious, right?

today i went to lunch with friends, Natalie, Lynne, and Janae. we sat around at Pei Wei for literally 3 hours just sitting around and catching up. one of the subjects we stumbled upon was our crazy grandparents. as much as we love our granparents, they're just crazy, right? lynne and janae's grandpa goes to the donut store every morning to get his coffee and donuts. he has to go every morning. and now that he comes in every morning they only charge him $1. okay, how cool is that. i decided that when i get old, i want to be crazy. like going to the donut store every morning, or wearing ridiculous outfits, or buying enormous amounts of everything, just so that i'll have it. i don't think i'll resort to the typical eating-cat- food-crazy-old-lady syndrome. i think that'd be too expected.

one thing i do know for sure is that i want to grow old and grow wise. i want to be filled with stories and be able to pass them along. i want to grow into a godly woman, who is respected for my dedication to the Lord. and when it's time to meet Him, i want Him to say to me, "Well done, good and faithful servant."

it is 2:36 am and i am still awake.

i am berrry tired. but, before i go to bed, i wanted to share my favorite youtube video:



and to make it EVEN BETTER: ASIAN MUFFINS!



my brothers and i can not get enough.

sometimes i have doubts.

don't we all?

i worry. am i okay? is my family okay? money. health. relationships.

i am a worry-wart. i admit it. and most of the time it gets the best of me, resulting to a heap on the floor, an angry mess, or some foul sort of word flying out of my mouth.

i worry about my relationship with the Lord. am i doing it right? was i really saved? do i really believe all of this?

tonight i was reading the blog of my mother's dear cousin and read through the trials she faced this year as she lost her husband to a heart-attack. i wept, reading through her accounts from the day that he died in the cold winter through the spring and into the summer, all of her daily blogs full of the Lord's grace upon her life. the way that she coped with his death, mourning and also celebrating the life that he had, all the while thanking the Lord.
it was incredible to read through. such evidence that the Lord is certainly alive and working and moving among us. in death and in life. He moves with purpose. He heals with immeasurable, un-bounding grace.

any doubts that i had at that moment, suddenly melted away. who cares if my car is falling apart? who cares that i don't have a job, while certainly needing one?

all just things that are a drop in the bucket, compared to the abundance and fullness of life that the Lord brings.

we are not called to live comfortable lives. a lesson i must remind myself EVERYday and even a fight i went through with the Lord today, because sometimes i convince myself that i am not living a comfortable life. who am i kidding? as i sat there wallowing about my car going to shambles (okay, so the door wouldn't open for a second, and the wind-shield is cracked), the Lord reminded me of how much i have to be grateful for. reminding me that my car runs perfectly fine, getting from point a to point b, but it was my pride that needed a bit of fine-tuning.

and to bring it all together tonight, i read this blog. and through the tears, i saw a glimpse of the bigger picture. those moments, just a brief second, when you can see the eternal view on things. sometimes that i rarely see, but so refreshing and breath-taking that it's enough to change my attitude 180 degrees.

it's not about me. and it has never been about me.

old text messages.

does anyone else ever go through their old text messages?
last night while laying in bed i went through what seemed like a thousand pages of old text messages. it was really funny, like reading through one of my old journals or something. and God Bless the iPhone because it saves all past messages, unless you decide to delete them. which i have many a time. too much going on inside that phone!
it was fun to reminisce on the past year. reflect on how much i've grown as a person, since this exact time last year.
last year, i was just a worried girl about to start a life in a whole new place. full of doubt, unsure of who i really was, and not even aware that i didn't know who i was.
as i stand here, a year older, i still don't completely know who i am, but i see the person i'm becoming. i haven't even written on here about my completely amazing first half of the summer at Pine Cove (i think that just reflects how horrible i am at keeping up with blogging, because like i said, completely amazing). while at Pine Cove, in good ol' Tyler, TX, the Lord worked in my life in ways that i never could've imagined even just days before arriving at the Ranch. i was hesitant the whole time before leaving. scared that i wouldn't be able to physically and emotionally stand 7 weeks at camp outside of my comfort zone. no phone. no computer. no comfy bed. "what am i getting myself into?"
one of the texts i read last night was way back in december between me and my dear friend, Jenna-Leigh. i was telling her my concerns and hesitations with going to Pine Cove, saying that i already wasn't sure if i wanted to go... already worrying about months into the future. she calmly assured me that i was chosen for a reason to work there. and i still thought, what if it was a mistake? the hesitation didn't quit until i got to camp for the first week of training camp, even crying to my sister and Megan the night before we were supposed to report at camp. i remember packing to leave, Brit and i were supposed to be at Megan's house in Longview at around 4 to hang out until Sunday. we were still in Aledo at 4 and i was sitting on my bed, playing on the computer. Britt kept coming to see me, already completely packed, and gently asking me when i was going to pack. i just kept sitting there. i thought, maybe if i don't pack, i won't have to go. it didn't work. after many tears, i stuffed my plastic tub with clothes and shoes for 2 months and resentfully threw it into the back of our car.

turns out, i LOVE Pine Cove. and i think many who have worked or camped at PC would have to agree. why do we love Pine Cove? many (myself once included) think that Pine Cove is some kind of cult-ish camp where people dress similarly and do annoying, high-energy cheers. true, though not clarified why. we are jumping up and down constantly for the name of Christ.(NEVER STOP JUMPING!) and why not? it's been working for Pine Cove for the past some-odd years and until the Lord says stop, i feel sure it's going to continue to work. i saw countless 6th and 7th graders accept Christ into their lives over the course of 5 weeks at camp. every Friday night we had camper share, a time where campers could stand up among all of their camping peers and outwardly announce an important decision they had made or lesson that had learned during the week. though some a little laughable, it was undeniably amazing the kids that would stand up and profess that they had Christ now living inside of them. everyone would stand up and go crazy, celebrating and rejoicing with them. such a joyous time, not only for us, but i'm sure heaven.

Pine Cove is a place that you grow immensely in your relationship in the Lord. Stretched and tested, flustered and dirty. it doesn't sound ideal in any sense, but it is the most incredible 7 week experience i've ever been through. everyone is pushing toward one constant goal, and that is to let the name of the Lord be known. everything from cleaning dishes for the zillionth time, to acting in ridiculous skits, to jumping constantly up and down during CLUB, to having heartfelt one-on-one's with campers. it's for the glory of the incredible, powerful Lord. some say that it is the closest the we will ever be to heaven while on Earth. not because of the waterfall showers or down-feather beds, or as we all know the ever-so-tasty Sysco gourmet meals (i kid, i kid), but because it is the place you become closest to the Lord. everything is about Him. He is incorporated in the morning as we rise, activity classes as we teach kids to lean on the wires of High Ropes like the Lord, lunch as we give Him thanks, and Club as we celebrate Him by dancing. He is acknowledged EVERYWHERE, as He should be.

and you know what? even as i sit here and think about how sticky and nasty i was pulling the ladder over and over on high ropes, and how tiring it got, i absolutely can't wait to go back.

this blog has become somewhere where i post my dreams. the swirly ideas in my head. and here's another one.
i dream big. often putting the first foot forward and diving in without thinking. i have an idea, my heart starts racing, and i want it right there and then. thank you, america and human nature for making me this way. my idea starts in one place, then it goes to the next. i start a page on firefox and the next thing you know, i have fifteen tabs open and i am overwhelmed. then firefox crashes. whomp whomp. how typical of you, firefox. haha. firefox aside, that is where i am right now. ideas are swirling and twirling all over my brain and i don't know where to begin. so here's where i write the ideas and maybe this will help me to process everything and give me a beginning.
-most recent endeavor. letterpress? screenprint?
>>here's letterpress: http://hammerpress.net

and here: http://www.f2-design.com/
okay, are you dying here with me? how could you not?
so, how do i learn to do this? where do i buy the equipment? how do i afford this on a college girls budget? should i change my major to graphic design?

and then during the school year, Megan and I started (and that's about all) our homemade/vintage shop, Sweet as Pie. So far, we have bought the items, painted a few things, and now it sits in my bedroom. so, i need to start my etsy shop. and i need to take pictures so that people may see what it is they will purchase. right? right. and i have a few more ideas for the shop. with plans including pulling out my sewing machine that i got last year for my birthday. i wish that i could sit here and tell you that i've made really cool things with it, but i haven't it. i stitched all the different stitching settings that i could. made a few pillows and some curtains. and then it broke. well, it's not broken but i'm not sure how to fix it. oh, brother. (haha the name of the machine is, in fact, brother).
not only do i want an etsy shop, i want a whole store. i sit and dream of the day i can have MY VERY OWN STORE. anthropologie, simple things in fort worth, we are 1967 in Dallas, and a cupcake shoppe slapped in there too. with an old bread truck. painted mint green with a big pink cupcake painted on the sign. i have it all laid out. and then i come back to reality. wait, i have student loans. wait, i don't have any money to open a store. wait, i'm still in college.

also, i am in the middle of about 5 books-- cold tangerines by shauna niequist, through painted deserts by donald miller, the second harry potter book (mind you, there are seven books). okay, so that's it. but still.

and i'm looking for a job. preferably, on campus. and if you go to DBU, you know the pains of finding a job on campus. so, i need to type out my resume, post it on career bridge, and hope for the best.

i have so many projects left undone in my life. i take off a bigger bite than i can chew 9 times out of ten. and i look forward to the future more than i live in the present.

the Lord keeps saying, Briley. live here and now. "okay" i say. and continue on my merry way trying to mend things. making more to-do lists. and making more unfinished projects.

i am seeing more and more that i cannot do this on my own. i can't. hands down. not even a simple project of putting things on etsy.

so He says, "Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart, and wait for the LORD." (Psalm 27:14).

patience is what i'm learning. restlessness is what i'm feeling. obedience is what i'm struggling with.

and he reassures me, "be still and know, that I AM God."

"okay" i say again. and this time, i mean it.

Pretty Things.

To all of these things I say welcome. And welcome to you, dear summer.

Friends.

Pretty braids.

Secret-telling in pretty tents.

Summer picnics in the warm sun.

Traveling to the world's largest ferris wheel.

I love you summer.

Life.. Is A Journey

There seems to be a recurring theme in my posts, though they may be few. And that is that life is a journey. A puzzle to be figured out and sorted through. And something that I have only started to see recently. It's easy to look at life one-dimensionally, thinking that it just is the way it is. And that people think the way they do, just because they do. Recently, I've been doing a lot of soul-searching, as far as what I believe and have begun to question a few things that I originally thought to be true. While it can be scary to question things, I think it's the only way to truly find out what you believe in. If I simply believed the things that I believe in, only because that's the way that I've been taught, does that mean that I really believe in them? I'm not saying that I'm questioning my faith in the Lord, because I've already been through that and now completely know Him to be true, but the "politics" of believing in Him. Practicing a religion can be ridiculous, and I think that many "religion-practicing" folks would have to agree. It's ridiculous sometimes the petty rules that we've established that have to be followed inside of the church, and they are what, many times, shy people away from church. The exact opposite of what we as a body of believers should be doing. I think that many people have started to recognize this, and it's become trendy to say that you're not a Christian, but a follower of Christ, masking, to a certain extent, all the damage that we as Christians have done to the name of Christ and the stigma that's been attached to Christians as a whole. I don't agree with many of the things that I've seen done in churches, and outside of churches by Christians. I'm embarrassed, quite frankly, and there are times where I want to deny, not Christ, but Christianity. I think that's where the idea comes from of being a "Christ-follower" and isn't that what Christianity is supposed to mean anyway-following Christ? I think the part that I've been so confused about lately are the logistics of following- are you Calvinist or not? Which creation theory do you believe? Should women lead in the church? Should you play a guitar in the worship service or sing a capella? --And the mind boggling part to me is that absolutely no one is going to have the same ideas about everything, but yet everyone thinks that they are right. Granted, we're only human, but then who's really right? Does it even matter? Where is the dividing line between judging and taking action? How do you love unconditionally?

I haven't figured out most go the answers to these questions, and I may never. But I feel like I'm in a good place, with an open mind. I'm willing to hear both sides and though I'm a bit afraid of what I might hear, I have to know to be able to honestly say what I believe. It's important, not just for me, but I think for everyone. This may not make any sense at all, but it's where I'm at right now and I'm following the path that the Lord has laid at for me.

Thoughtfully,
Briley

Got a jones in my bones.

I've got a restless spirit. I'm constantly looking forward to the next thing. How fast can I get through high school? How fast can I get through college? How can I get from point A to point B in the fastest amount of time? And while this can be a bad habit, I like to think of it as a great self-motivation. Always got to look ahead, right?
So, the thought in my head right now, and for a couple of months now, has been whether or not I want to stay at DBU. While the start here was rough (for lack of better words), I'm really loving where I'm at, the friends I've been blessed to make, and how much I've grown in my faith and as a young adult. It's really ridiculous to look at myself from them up until now and be able to see how much I've changed. Even just this semester. I've been keeping a (pretty irregular) journal since the beginning of freshman year, and it's so funny to read about the things I was worried, excited, happy, etc. about and to think how the person I am today laughs about it. Too weird. And it's funny to think just how much I'm going to change over the summer at Pine Cove, and then into the fall and spring semesters. And exciting. I welcome change, though not always what I expect, it's refreshing, especially being one who doesn't like to stay still.Back to the issue at hand, I have been looking into YWAM for a little while now, not even sure if it's a complete idea yet, but it's a definite wish. The problem is-- if I drop out of school now, I'll have to start paying back student loans. Womp womp womp... But the thought of going through two more years (on the fast track of course) of school just doesn't appeal to me. I don't want to have to wait 2 more years to do YWAM, or even if it's not YWAM, but just something else. I know, I know this all sounds vague and just like I'm ready to move onto the next thing, which in a lot of ways I am, but that's where creativity flows from. A favorite quote of mine, that Courtney introduced to me on one of her crafty canvases, is "You don't get creative by staying in the same place." It speaks such truth. I have a jonesing in my bones for something new. And maybe I just have a different life played out for myself and it will be different when I get there, but I'd rather try than sit and wonder. The other options are always: New York, Portland, somewhere in Asia (I'm 50% obsessed with Asian culture since coming to DBU, only 50% bc I've never been there). I'll probably just end up finishing college the boring ol' safe way, but it's fun to dream.Until then...

Newest inspirations:
-Learning how to screen print (DBU is supposedly offering a class in the near future. One point for DBap.)

-One-piece swimsuits. Oh so classy.-Floral and stripes together. How scandalous!

Bottled Emotion

There have been many moments in my life where I wish that I could close my eyes, hold my breath and save a moment. Just pop the feeling into a bottle and squeeze the cork in it to save it. A moment so perfect that you would want to savor it, even just to come back one day and smell the sweet aroma of what it once was. Although we obviously can't do that, there are things that can suddenly take you back to that moment like it's happening; a smell, a song, a feeling. Sometimes I can just be walking down the street and hear a song blasting from some passerby's window and think of a memory that a friend and I had shared through the song, causing a goofy grin and maybe even a laugh, just at the thought. For me, that time that I want to save is summer. In my mind, summer is held in the most glorious light. For one, there's no school. There is an absolute freedom about summer- you get to decide what you want to do- travel, lounge in the sun all day, swim, eat a snow-cone, hang with friends for days upon days, tan skin, the smell of sunscreen. All of it is absolutely lovely. My favorite days are the ones where you swim all day long, eat a sandwich, fruit, and ice cold lemonade for lunch, and then get home and crash from being dog tired. There is something about the sun that just drains you, but those nights are always the most promising for a heavenly slumber. All of the summers of my childhood were spent at Ridglea Pool, a public pool that we were members of. We would spend all day swimming, jumping off the diving boards, and making up ridiculous games that our group of friends would all partake in. My favorite one was the game Categories.

There are a few songs that I always say are emotionally provoking songs, because in a sense, the artist has taken the feelings they were experiencing and bottling them up, and then sharing them, relating them to other people, and letting others have a taste of what they were feeling. Songs with strings always cause my heart to stir. Sometimes the song could even be about a boy riding in a bike, and I would think, "Hmm, this song is so sad. It makes me want to cry." Courtney and I always joke that a well orchestrated song could change the lyrics and it'd be just as beautiful. So, we like to change the lyrics to some of our favorite songs. It's funny.

Here's a song that's not only beautifully composed, but has wonderful lyrics. Download it, put it on your iPod, turn it on in your car, and drive. If you don't feel something, you many want to listen again. It's too sweet for words.



The song just makes me feel the love that the man sung about for his wife and family. It makes me step back and think about my family and the tremendous love that I have for them, and of course like any girl, makes me hope for a man that sweet and a love that unconditional. It's just full of life, and seasons, and changing, but the constant love that remains, and the happiness that comes from that kind of love. Simply said, it's beautiful. And it makes you remember how capable we are to love and to receive love.
I feel like this season of my life is an especially sentimental one. Moving from home to college, even though just a short 45 minute drive, has proven to be challenging and has put me in situations that have changed me, mostly for the good. Although it's expected that you'll change while in college, no one can prepare you for the change. It takes a toll on your relationships, whether family or friends. It's a trying time and you realize that good relationships take time and effort. You have to work for what you love. It's also made me appreciate the relationships that I do have. It's easy to take someone's friendship for granted when you see them nearly everyday, but like the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder",whether that's distance in length of time or miles. It can be difficult to want to love someone and to want to put forth effort when it's tough or different than it used to be. But we were created to have relationships. We were created to love and to be loved. You just have to choose to make it work.

Today, i am choosing to remember to love.

Dreaming...

I've come to the conclusion that school is my backup plan. My safe and very expensive backup plan. Why? Because of the things that I want to ultimately do with my life. I'm not exactly sure at the moment what that may be, but I find that refreshing and freeing to not really have a set plan. Here are the options that are swirling in my brain right now, some more irrational, but still they're on the list of possibilities. As follows:

1. Wedding Planner. This is something that I think would be truckloads of fun. Especially reading all of these blogs about weddings and the non-sense that goes in to planning them just makes my heart skip a beat. I love all of the themes, the pointless details, the organization of it all, the locations, the love. It's such a lovely idea and one that I could see myself doing one day.

2. Cupcake/Coffee Shop Owner. My sister, Britty, as I like to call her, and I have always talked about having a business together and this is the current obsession of ours that we would one day like to do, especially after visiting Austin and seeing all of the rad, kitschy little shops, we were inspired. She's my number one sidekick so opening something with her would be ideal. I picture us with a really cute little shop and a VW van painted mint green with a giant cupcake painted on the side. We'd deliver happiness in the form of cupcakes all day.

3. Documentarist. This is my newest thought floating around in the ol' brain, and probably the most ridiculous. I have no background in film or anything related to such. The reasoning being is a) I like to watch documentaries and learn new crap. b) I'm really fascinated about the science and reasoning behind things c) As far as documentaries on people, I'm really curious about people and the way they think and why they think the way that they do. Thus, documentarist. Is that an actual word?

4. Psychologist. Not too sure about this one either, but like I said a second ago, I'm really curious about people and the way they think. One of my favorite things to do is to talk to people, past surface level, and just find out things about the way they think, and why they think the way they do, whether it's because the way they were raised, a book they once read, a song they once heard, a past relationship, etc. Each of us is constantly changing. Our ideas can be easily swayed by the friends that we have or the environments that we surround ourselves in. And maybe our standard morals don't change, but something does, and that's what I'm curious about.

5. Thrifter. I don't actually know if I could do this as a living, but I always go into Anthropologie, along with many girls I'm sure, and just about die over everything they have. And then I look at the price tag and realize that my dreams of having a house made entirely out of Anthropologie items is just out of the question. So, I would make an old vintage, Anthropologie-inspired store of home goods, but at an affordable price. I think that it'd be really challenging but also alot of fun. I really really love thrifting and trying to find really cool things for cheap. Alot of my dorm room is actually decorated from thrifting and it just makes me smile, especially knowing the price. Britty doesn't think it's any fun to thrift. She says she's too "ADD" but I just think that she's too lazy to go digging. ;) She always gets jealous when I find treasures and she's stuck with the wooden frame that she's been carrying around the store for an hour.

The last option would be to travel the world to my heart's desire, but we all know that this takes money. And to get money you must have a job. Oh, the vicious cycle. I guess I could always be homeless. I'm sure my mom would appreciate that. Until I figure it out, which may be never, here are the possibilities. They could all change within a week, but there could be a gem somewhere in this list.

SNOW!

It's been snowing ALL DAY today in Dallas. It's craziness! There has been a constant flow of the fluffy white stuff since 5 this morning and it's now almost 11 PM! If you live in Texas, you know how rare this is. We had a record-breaking 9 inches of snow and it's not over yet. I woke up for my entirely-too-early 8AM class and peeked out the window to see DBU beautifully covered in a blanket of snow. I really like the idea of snow being like a blanket-- to cover us all in loveliness and magic, forcing us to do nothing but stay inside, read a good book, and drink hot chocolate. It's perfect. And to make it even more perfect, school is canceled again tomorrow. It's a Christmas miracle!... In February.

Love is in the Air

We all know what time it is... especially if you're single. That's right, Valentine's Day is lurking right around the corner. The day of love. Or in some people's opinion, a day that America has commercialized in Hallmark cards, boxes of crappy chocolate, and a bundle of roses, all to say "I love you." I'm making it my goal this year not to be bitter, but to celebrate my singleness. In the past, in high school (ha, i act like i was so long ago), I remember the carnations being passed out during science class and how awkward it was-- a la My Life As Liz. And the bitterness that came along with not having a boyfriend to buy me mounds and mounds of carnations. I don't even like carnations, but still, it was the thought. So anyway, this year I will celebrate Valentine's Day by enjoying my lack of carnations, wearing a fun dress, and possibly even make chocolate dipped strawberries-my favorite. YUM!

Here is a picture of me celebrating the day of love with themed nail-polish. WOO!



I also really like this-- so true.

My Little Corner Of The World

So, here it is. The first blog. I'm not sure how I feel about all of this blogging non-sense yet, but here I am. I'm officially a noob. It was a difficult process choosing the name, I'm not going to lie. I wanted to be that girl who just has a clever name all picked out with this awesome story about how these song lyrics were like the theme of her life and they followed her around, and so of course when choosing a blog name, there was no other option than to choose that oh-so-profound set of words. But tragically enough, that is not my story. Here it is, Peachy Keeny. I chose it because a) I like peaches. b) My favorite color is orange, but I couldn't think of anything creative about an orange. c) My life is feeling pretty "peachy-keen" at the moment :) d) "Peachy Keen"-- no y, was already taken. Dang flabbit. But that's okay. Just adds "character", right? Maybe I'll figure out a more significant meaning later.

More to come...