Monthly Archives: August 2011

The beginning of the end

Well, I’m a grown up now. I don’t know when this happened, but it happened.

Yesterday I moved into a house with nine fabulous women. A real house. Not a dorm. I am so excited about this.

Tomorrow is my first day of my senior year of college.


I can’t believe I’m in this place in life. One year of undergrad left and potentially three years of law school to go.

I have been studying so much for the LSAT this week. So much that I have not even taken a single photo. I’m sorry.

There is this little gem though.

Amidst my LSAT studying, I had to take a break and do something fun and relaxing. So I skimmed through the random folder of photos on my desktop that I recently pulled off my portable hard drive and brought up this picture I took last fall.

I loved the colors and serenity of the image. Bright and happy. Peaceful and calming. All at once.

Hmmm… sounds like my life.

The possibilites on the horizon are bright and exciting and I can’t wait to see where I’ll be this time next year. And even though so many details in my life are unknown, I still have incredible peace. I have no idea how I got to this point in my life, but that gives me even more peace because I know without a doubt that all of this is the Lord’s doing. And I know His plans are perfect.

Now… bring on senior year!

The road to law school begins

Well, I’m actually going to do this. I’m preparing to go to law school.

I think.

The jury’s still out.

Haha. Let the bad lawyer jokes begin.

But in all seriousness, I’ve begun studying for the LSAT. It took a lot of debating and contemplating the pros and cons of law school (meaning I was basically indecisive and procrastinating) but I finally came to the conclusion that I would regret it if I never at least tried.

I bought an LSAT study book last week, thinking it might be the kick in the butt I needed to get me going. I’m a person who feels horribly guilty if I ever waste my money, so I thought that if I actually bought a book, my conscience wouldn’t let me let the book just sit around and not get put to use.

This is the book I bought.

I liked what I read when I flipped through it in the bookstore. The explanations were fairly easy to follow and it seemed like the book did a good job of teaching different strategies to help work through the problems.

There was just one problem with the book.

I couldn’t stand the cover.

It was boring and not pretty and I told myself I could not stand looking at that woman every time I picked up the book for the next two months.

So I procrastinated from using the book to study just a little bit longer so I could decorate it. I used some stationary I had laying around and a few mismatched stickers and created this new book cover.

It’s no masterpiece, but at least I won’t go crazy looking at it for two months. And I like the smiley face button I taped on it as an afterthought. It’s the little things like that that make me happy and keep me going.

So far, I’ve taken a diagnostic test and read through a couple logic game strategies. And I’m actually enjoying it! In fact, the more I read and study, the more I get an overwhelming desire to conquer this test. It’s a new challenge for me and I always love a good challenge. It brings out the competitive side in me. And believe me, I can get super competitive. Which in this case, I see as a good thing because it motivates me to study more.

And seeing as I only have six weeks until the October LSAT, I need all the motivation I can get.

Facebook suggestions gone right

Last week while I was home, I helped Momma dear get a Facebook.

She had six friends within about 10 minutes. She’s pretty cool.

Anyway, y’all know how Facebook is when you first set up your account. It likes to show you how every little feature works and gives you “suggestions” on who to add as a friend, whose wall to write on, etc.

I usually ignore those and spend the first few days of the account’s newborn life clicking “X” on a million-and-one suggestions.

However, Facebook surprised me (through Momma dear’s account) with a very nice and totally true and justified suggestion.



That’s right. My profile is inspiring.

I’m not biased at all. But I do like this Facebook suggestion!

A little upgrade snafu

I wish I knew more about web design.

While I’m fairly satisfied with the layout for my website, there are days I’m tempted to scrap the whole thing and venture out into the world of coding and designing on my own.

But it wouldn’t be pretty.

Earlier this week I discovered that the creator of my layout template did some major overhauling so I installed the updated design.

After half a day of reformatting colors and fonts, I had everything like I wanted it. Or so I thought.

You see, everything looked great on my computer. The colors matched my pre-upgraded website, the pictures looked great on my post-upgraded website. I thought I had it made.

Until I looked at my website on another computer.

This is a screenshot of my upgraded website design on my computer.

And this is a screenshot of kskristy on my mom’s computer.

I don’t understand. The font on my mom’s computer is horrendous and the green definitely has more yellow in it than it does on my computer. It’s especially noticeable when you hover your mouse over a picture.

I use Google Chrome and Momma-dearest uses Firefox. Could that be the problem? I have no idea.

I’m just wondering what y’all are seeing. Does my website look nice and pretty in your browser? Or are you getting the nasty yellow-green, italic version that makes me want to throw up?

Let me know. I’m going to keep working on this puzzling predicament. If any of y’all have any ideas, I’ll take all the help I can get!

Much love,


España – the final photos

I am home. It is wonderful.

I love you, America (in spite of all your national debt problems).

My flights went well all the way back. In fact, I’ve never had flights go so smoothly. There were no delays and my layovers weren’t long either. Sitting on a plane for eight hours was the worst of it all and even that wasn’t too bad.

Thank you Lord for traveling mercies.

Anyway, as promised, here are my last photos from Spain documenting the Camino de Santiago.

But first, a brief rundown of what the Camino actually is.

The Camino de Santiago is a pilgrimage walked from wherever you start (one trail starts in France, one in Portugal, others in various Spanish towns) to the city of Santiago de Compostela. It is believed that the remains of St. James are buried in the cathedral there.

The Camino de Santiago (literally translated to mean The Way of Saint James) is seen by Catholics as a sort of penance for their sins. They believe the suffering they incur on the walk is a result of their sins and upon arriving at the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, they confess their sins and are pardoned.

Of course, not everybody walking the Camino is Catholic or believes in the pilgrimage as penance. People come from all over the world to walk the Camino, and while some do it for religious reasons, others do it simply for the adventure or the challenge. But (fun fact) everyone must claim some sort of “religious purpose” when checking in at the Pilgrim’s Office at the end of their journey, otherwise the compostela, or certificate of completion, can be denied.

I went on the Camino as part of my internship. My co-workers and I went to scope out footage for a possible documentary on the Camino. And that’s about all I can say regarding our work. I’ll let you know more as the project develops.

Now for the photos.


This is my credencial. My pilgrim’s passport. The stamp on the left was my starting point. You can see I started in the town of Sarria. That’s 112 kilometers (70 miles) away from Santiago de Compostela. As we walked, we would stop in cathedrals and restaurants along the way to get a sello, or stamp. When you get to the Pilgrim’s Office, you must present your passport and it is checked to make sure it has the correct stamps. Now I’m not sure exactly what that means, but I know if you miss a stamp somewhere, you don’t get the compostela, so they’re kind of a big deal. (No worries, I got all my stamps.)

This was towards the beginning of our journey. As you’ll see in the upcoming photos, most of the Camino was out in the wide open spaces, winding through fields and trees, but as you can see from this photo, we also walked through towns.

If you read the bottom of the big brown sign, you’ll see the word, albergue. Albergues are hostels along the Camino for pilgrims to spend the night in. Because we were part of a large group, we never stayed in an albergue. We spent the nights in tents at campsites or in public gyms.

These markers were all along the Camino. The told you what province you were in (located at the bottom of the marker) and how many kilometers were left to walk until Santiago de Compostela. At this point, we still had a long, long way to go. People also put rocks on top of the markers. I never found out the reason for that. I assume it’s just rite of passage.

There was beautiful scenery along the way.

This reminds me of Colorado.

This reminds me of home.

Poor girl needs to be milked.

More cows!

And sheep!

Northern Spain was very agricultural. There were corn fields all over the place along with quaint little farms and dairies. It almost felt like home.

I love this shot of the trail.

I don’t remember the Spanish name for this monument, but in English it’s called the Mountain of Joy.

I was joyful in front of the Mountain of Joy because I thought I was almost to Santiago de Compostela. It was the last day and I was tired. And as it turned out, I had another 5K to go.

It hurt, but I made it.

The whole walk was a lot more painful than I expected it to be. In my mind, walking would be no big deal. If we were running the Camino, that would have been a different story, but walking… pshh, piece of cake.


Take 70 miles in five days, add a 20 pound backpack, some not so awesome shoes and hilly terrain and you’ve got one tired girl… with nice calves. There’s always a plus side to everything!

The Camino was definitely different than anything I’ve ever done. And while it was a lot harder than I thought it ever could be, I’m so glad I did it.

And now I’m so glad to be home.

Thanks for hanging with me on my crazy journey through Spain. I appreciate y’all reading and following along.

Much love,


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