A little bit of life
This is the catch-all category. Here you’ll find miscellaneous happenings and anecdotes from my everyday life.
This is the catch-all category. Here you’ll find miscellaneous happenings and anecdotes from my everyday life.
It’s no secret to y’all that I am a country girl through and through. And being the country girl that I am, I love me some good ol’ twangy country music.
One of my favorite songs ever, ever, ever is Craig Morgan’s, “What I Love About Sunday.”
I feel like my day today has been a “What I Love About Sunday” day.
I woke up to rain. Lots of rain. Like a torrential downpour of rain.
But I was ok with that. Torrential downpours of rain don’t really exist in Kansas. I savored the moment.
The tornado sirens went off this morning too. A tornado warning was issued and the RD of our house told us to stay inside until it expired.
Wudn’t gonna happen.
I was dressed up. I was putting on makeup. And I’ll be danged if I wasn’t going to go to church. So I left the house when I was good and ready to go. There was no wall cloud, no rotation, no nothing. It was fine.
It rained all through church.
I was distracted all through church.
But not because of the rain. Because I thought I’d accidentally locked my keys in my car. Which was completely not my fault.
Nope, not my fault. I can’t tell you the story because it would take ten years, but trust me, it wasn’t my fault.
After talking to everyone after church, I nervously approached my car and pulled on the back driver’s side door. It was locked. My heart sank. I have never locked my keys in my car before. I didn’t know what I was going to do.
So I went to the front driver’s side door. It was unlocked. Thank the Lord.
I drove back home. Went to Walmart. Made breakfast for lunch with a friend. Found out that homemade hash browns will turn out sticky and gross unless you squeeze all the liquid out of them before frying them. Took a nap on the couch as a second round of thunder and rain rolled in.
I came back to my house a quarter after four and my lovely housemates were just starting The Blindside. I curled up on the couch. Ate cookie dough dip. Laughed and enjoyed doing nothing.
This is what I love about Sunday.
This is the back of the T-shirt I wore yesterday. It paid off.
If you missed the KU vs. UNC game, you missed out. It was one heckuva game! And of course, the best team came out on top. (Sorry Sadie Sades…)
My Jayhawks are headed to the Final Four in New Orleans!
“Gonna get me some gumbo.” That’s what our starting point guard, Tyshawn Taylor, shouted to the crowd as he cut down his piece of the net after yesterday’s Elite Eight victory.
Needless to say, I’m super excited about this weekend.
Hopefully we’ll bring back a little more than just gumbo.
Rock Chalk Jayhawk!
I. LOVE. SELECTION. SUNDAY.
For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about (shame on you!), Selection Sunday is when the NCAA announces the 68 college basketball teams that will play in the greatest sporting event on the planet, otherwise known as March Madness, and where each team is seeded in the tournament bracket.
It’s a big deal.
Ever since I was a little girl, my Momma and I would watch the Selection Show together and fill out our brackets. We always filled out two: one where our beloved KU Jayhawks won it all and the other one with the teams we actually thought would make it.
Sometimes we kept track of our brackets just for fun, sometimes we entered various contests. I even won 40 bucks from the office pool at my job during my senior year of high school for having the best bracket (that was the year KU won the championship haha)!
The last couple years, my brackets haven’t done so well, but that’s just part of the fun and excitement. You never know which team is going to surprise everyone in the tournament and win when no one thought they would. Those teams are called “Bracket Busters.” And as much as people talk about stats and RPI’s and probabilities, the truth of the matter is that the tournament is always unpredictable. That’s why it’s called “March Madness.” And that’s why I love it!
This has been up on the whiteboard in my house all week…
Over the course of the week it got progressively added to.
There are infidels living in my house… obviously. But my sweet Momma Dear came to visit for a day this week and added “Rock Chalk Jayhawk” to the array of other nasty words (coughUNCcoughDuke). That’s right, you set ‘em straight Momma!
We are now T-minus 10 minutes to Selection Show time and I couldn’t be more pumped!
Enjoy Selection Sunday everyone and feel free to shout out which team you’re going for in the tournament! But if you say Mizzou, or Duke, or UNC, I might have to delete your comments. (Just kidding.)
I told myself that this would never happen. I told myself I wouldn’t be one of those bloggers that fell off the face of the earth for indefinite periods of time only to resurface and say, “Oh I’m so sorry! But my life got busy and this and that and blah, blah, blah.” But it’s happened… again.
Here’s the deal.
I graduate in less than two months. And while I am ready to be done with school and homework, I am definitely nowhere near ready to leave the
friends family I’ve made over these past four years. I am determined to soak up every minute I have left with the absolutely wonderful people in my life. And if my blog posts have to come less frequently in order for me to do that, then so be it.
I still love y’all. Promise. But y’all are just gonna have to hold yer horses for a while.
So, as is (somewhat) usual for me, here’s the monthly roundup of the last month of my life. It has been full of adventure!
My friend and I went to the historic district of a nearby town last month and explored. It was so fun! The area was beautiful and charming and there were advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. I’m a sucker for old advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. Just to let y’all know.
It snowed. Once. And it melted the same afternoon it came down. That’s been the only sign of winter we’ve seen all year. And as much as I like snow, I ain’t complaining. Bring on summer! I’m ready for warmth and sunshine!
The sunsets have been beautiful! This is good for my soul. (But let it be known that sunsets in Kansas are still 4597230958 times better than they are in Arkansas.)
I’ve been learning lots of useful things in school. This is from my freshman-level art history class. It’s my favorite. Can’t ya tell?
And even though I’m totally slacking off in class (and not ashamed of it), I’m still keeping up my grades (see, Momma?). In fact, this was the highest grade I’ve ever made on a test in college. Thank you freshman-level art class that takes almost no effort to pass.
I went skeet shooting last weekend with some friends. It was a blast! I’ve shot trap before (once) but this was my first time shooting skeet. I was terrible. But it was great fun. It’s my goal in life to be a good shot someday. Then I won’t feel like such a poser. I swear, what kind of country girl can’t shoot a gun? Oh right, me. Farm girl fail.
That’s about all for now. I’ll do my best to keep y’all updated as much as possible, but like I said, I’m gonna enjoy the heck out of every last minute I have until graduation! I only have 79,719 minutes left. That’s 55 days.
That’s too soon.
I set the oven mitt on fire again today.
You’d've thought I’d learned my lesson after the great muffin disaster… yeah, not so much.
Somebody send me back to kindergarten, or cooking 101, or wherever it is that they teach you how to not set kitchen accessories on fire.
The structural integrity of my house depends on it.
But do y’all know what’s better than setting an oven mitt on fire?
A beautiful sunset picture.
And that was your daily anti-joke: kskristy style.
For those of you who are completely confounded and confused, perplexed and puzzled, let me explain. An anti-joke is is a type of comedy in which the listener is set up to expect a typical joke, but the joke ends with such anticlimax that it becomes funny in its own right. The lack of punchline is the punchline.
I’m sorry. I really think anti-jokes are corny. But certain friends of mine have had a negative influence on me and fill my life with anti-jokes on a regular basis.
If you’re reading this, you know who you are.
And y’all better enjoy this one moment of glory because I will never tell an anti-joke again.
Instead, I’m going to work on finding a 12-step program that helps people who suffer from destructive behaviors like repetitively igniting oven mitts.
Wish me luck.
Everybody’s doing it. You know, writing a “Here’s-what-I-did-in-2011-and-here’s-what-I’m-going-to-do-in-2012″ blog post. And I’m finally jumping on that bandwagon. I’m only four days late.
I run on my own schedule.
2011 was a fun year! And because I’m sure y’all have already read a bunch of these kinds of lists and I don’t want to bore you, I’ll just rattle off a few quick highlights. I’m sure this is probably more for my benefit/nostalgia/enjoyment than yours anyway.
–2011 saw more snow days for my little Arkansas university than it had seen in 30+ years.
–Said snow days occurred as a result of one heck of a crazy snowstorm everyone dubbed, “The Snowpocalypse.”
–Then came, “The Rainpocalypse.”
–The highlight of the year was definitely completing an internship in Spain!
–I decided to take the LSAT and possibly apply to law school.
–I started my senior year of college.
–I got to TP a basketball court.
–2011 closed out with a (semi)-winter storm and plenty of Christmas and New Year’s parties.
Now… for 2012.
I’m not much for resolutions. It’s not something I’ve ever really done and I’m much more of a go-with-the-flow person as opposed to making a plan and sticking to it tooth and nail.
I jokingly told a friend that I had made a one-day resolution to cheer for the Denver Broncos when they played the Kansas City Chiefs even though I am a huge Chiefs fan. I only did it because I didn’t want the Oakland Raiders to go to the playoffs, which they would have if Kansas City won. A few minutes after the game started though, I figured out that if Oakland lost their game to the San Diego Chargers, it didn’t matter if Denver won or lost; Oakland would be denied a playoff berth. (If you’re unfamiliar with the NFL playoff system, let me tell you, it can get a little crazy!)
So I said heck with the
Donkeys, uhh… Broncos, and cheered all-out for my Chiefs!
And it all ended up working out ok. The Chiefs won and Oakland lost! Yay!
But, I digress.
Back to New Year’s resolutions.
Which I don’t really make.
With the exception of sarcastic one-day resolutions pertaining to football games that I actually make for selfish reasons.
And then break ten minutes into them.
I have problems. I know this.
But for real. A couple days before the new year, I downloaded a year in photos app for my iPhone. Y’all know what I’m talking about. Take one picture a day, every day, for 365 days.
Now, I’m really not a fan of such long-term commitments, mostly because I don’t like planning and being tied down, but also because I’m pretty sure I’ll break them. Nevertheless, I’m attempting this one. And by attempting, I mean keeping up with it as long as I can and not caring too much when I miss a day.
I’ve kept up with it so far though! Four days… impressive, I know.
Here are the first three photos and captions. (I haven’t uploaded the fourth to my computer yet. It and subsequent photos will hopefully follow.)
New Year’s Cookies! This is a family tradition. Every year my aunt makes these delicious German treats. This year I had at least six of them. I lost count after that, so the final tally isn’t exactly known. Oh well, it’s better that way. I’d probably rather not know how many I ate. I tend to overindulge a bit during all the holiday parties.
I have problems. I know this.
Being a cat is rough. Just ask my cat, Turvy, and he’ll tell you all about it. He gets to spend all day inside and stick his head in the bag of cat food and eat whenever he wants. And he’s supposed to be an outside cat. Pshhh. My mother spoils him.
Family Christmas supper at the local restaurant. This was like the twelfth (and final… thank goodness) family Christmas we’ve had this year. I love my family. I really, really do. And I love get-togethers and parties! But we like to eat in my family, so there is always tons of food at our get-togethers and my stomach has finally said enough.
The flip side is that in a week, I know I’ll be back at school dying to have a home-cooked meal again, so I really shouldn’t complain.
And that’s all for now, folks!
I hope y’all had a fantastic Christmas and New Year’s with your friends and families and that you can approach each day in 2012 as it comes, with a smile on your face!
This weekend I decided to have one of my best friends dye my hair blonde.
I’m a fairly impulsive person and I like change. And this was one of those times when I woke up in the morning, decided I needed a change, and did it.
And because I am detail-oriented and extremely logical (not) I only bought one box of dye, not thinking about the fact that I have three times the amount of hair on my head as a normal woman (for real, my hair is thick, thick, thick. And long.) My friend started dyeing my hair around 10 p.m. (after Sally’s was closed) and about five minutes in, I said to her, “Wouldn’t it be terrible if we run out of dye because I have so much hair?”
Fast forward almost an hour. I have three sections of hair left and we have no more dye.
Not dyed. (There’s a difference.)
My hair was dyed. (Well, part of it was.)
And because my friend is awesome at dyeing hair, she figured out a way to take some of the hair dye from my underneath layers and apply it to the sections at the top of my head.
After washing and drying my newly colored hair, I realized that evidently it’s not that easy to make a brunette a blonde using a seven dollar box of hair dye from Sally’s.
My hair was lighter than before. But not blonde.
Because my hair had been dyed red perviously and faded to a lighter golden color, it took some of the blonde dye and that was fine. But my dark brown roots which had grown out did not take any blonde at all.
Now, let me make a disclaimer here and say that I do not keep up with pop culture at all. I didn’t even know what ombré hair was until a couple days ago, but evidently it’s popular with celebrities. (Thank you, Google, for enlightening me.)
So now I’m super trendy with my not-blonde hair and my dark brown roots.
Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn’t go blonde.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ve neglected this blog. I’m sorry.
I know y’all wait with bated breath (pet peeve cliché right there) to read about the super exciting details of my life and y’all’s worlds cave in when I don’t post an update every day…
Okay, maybe not.
I’m pretty sure I only have three readers anyway, so sorry to you three. Let’s move on.
Life recently has consisted of…
–Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday of all time. It’s ten times better than Christmas in my opinion. No gifts. (I’m so not a gifts person.) Just quality time with friends and family, (I’m all about the quality time) and lots and lots of food. I’m all about the food too. I love to fill my plate with everything: turkey, mashed taters, sweet taters, green bean casserole, stuffing, and then cover my entire plate in gravy. Yes please, amen, thank you Jesus. Gravy is all that is right and holy in this world.
–Basketball. I’m still totally into football (even though my Chiefs are quickly playing their way to a last place standing in the AFC West) but basketball is my favorite sport and the college basketball season is gearing up. Several weeks ago my little Arkansas college made national headlines after our first home game of the season.
That is the Yahoo homepage. We’re famous for earning basketball’s best technical foul. And it’s a doozy. If you dont’ know what I’m talking about, you should do a Google search for, “JBU TP game.” It’ll change your life.
ESPN even aired footage of the game and gave commentary on our crazy tradition during its show, “Around the Horn.” We were on national television! It was a pretty big deal for our little bitty school.
And for one last bit of importnat life info, (that is probably not all that important to most people, but I’ll tell y’all anyway because that’s the kind of person I am…)
–I am turning into an old person. I just had a birthday earlier this week and now I go to bed at like 11:00 every night. Considering that I am a night owl and I am also a college student, this early bedtime business is kind of ridiculous. But I’m also not complaining. Sleeping is wonderful. I just haven’t done a whole lot of it the past three years of my life. It’s like I’m rediscovering my affections for an old friend.
That wording was weird. It’s past 11:30. I’m not thinking clearly. It’s past my bedtime. I’m going to bed.
There is nothing about rain in this post. Sorry.
But it is about Spain!
It already feels like it’s been a lifetime since I was there. But every once in a while I get a happy little reminder about my summer in Spain.
The other day was one of those days.
Let me preface this by explaining that websites in Spain were all in Spanish. (Makes sense, right?) Luckily, my computer would automatically translate the website into English after a few seconds and the next time I visited that site, it would remember the language I last viewed the page in and it would pull the site up in that language without the translation delay.
I read Google News a lot while I was in Spain and for some reason I guess I haven’t read it that much since I got back to the States.
I didn’t realize how long it had been since I visited the site until I pulled it up the other day and this is what I saw.
After a few seconds it switched over to English, but it was a sweet memory of a wonderful place.
Today I’m missing Spain.
It is finished.
It’s been finished for a while. Nine days to be exact.
(I’m talking about the LSAT, in case you didn’t know.)
I’m just waiting for October 26 when I get my score back. I’m trying not to over-analyze how I did; I know I didn’t bomb it, but I don’t think I knocked it out of the park either. I’m leaving it at that and just trying to not think about it.
My life post LSAT has been just as busy. I spent 13 hours in a darkroom over the course of two days last week trying to stumble my way through developing film and prints for an assignment that was due today. I had no idea what I was doing but my photos still turned out well (praise the Lord) and I even had fun (a little bit).
My assignment was to shoot several rolls of film around my little college town’s historic downtown area. I took my dSLR along with me because it’s like my trusty security blanket compared to this newfangled film camera.
You know you grew up in the digital age when you think a film camera is “newfangled.”
But anyway, I found this old abandoned church and I fell. in. love.
I just love abandoned buildings. Remember the old house I explored in Kansas last Thanksgiving? Check out the photos here in case you missed it.
Well, this church had a tree growing out of its walls. It was so interesting. I took the RAW file and played around with it in Photoshop just for fun. I usually don’t use a lot of actions, but I ran one that I thought might give the photo a fun look. After I tweaked it a little bit, I really liked it.
Here it is. Feel free to tell me what you think.
I just wish I could have gone inside and explored more! What a beautiful building.
Until next time,
Let me take y’all back to last Friday.
It was the day before the LSAT and I had been telling myself all week that I was going to take at least one full-length practice test before Saturday. And surprise, surprise, I hadn’t done it yet. I told myself I was going to do it that afternoon. No excuses.
But something came up. An immediate pressing issue. An urgent situation. That I had to give my full attention to.
Some friends invited me to go to a pumpkin patch.
How could I say no? It was a beautiful fall afternoon and y’all know me… I’m all about ditching my responsibilities to have fun.
It’s a problem.
So I went and I had a blast and I didn’t regret not studying for even a second.
The albino one is mine. I loved it right when I saw it. I’d never seen an albino pumpkin before. I figured “albino pumpkin” probably wasn’t the technical term so I Googled it when I got home and I actually couldn’t find a scientific name for it. There are other nicknames out there like ghost pumpkins and snowballs. But no real name. Sad day. You let me down, Google.
I can’t even tell you. That place was good for my soul. It was way out in the boonies of Arkansas at the end of a dirt road. The guy who owned the place had the sweetest southern drawl. The patch covered five acres of wide open land. There was dirt.
Yeah. That’s right. There was dirt.
I think that was the most exciting part for me.
It wasn’t good, rich Kansas dirt, but it was the closest thing to Kansas dirt I’ve seen in over two months.
T minus two… DAYS.
I’m taking the LSAT on Saturday. Holy cow.
I haven’t studied in over a month. I meant to. I just got… busy. And October 1 crept up on me fast.
I don’t even know if I want to go to law school.
I’m trying to tell myself, “This is only a practice test. Just go into it with the attitude that it doesn’t even matter. It might be all for nothing anyway so don’t even worry about it.”
A lot of good that’s doing me.
Five minutes ago I looked up directions to the testing center and just doing that gave me a huge pit in my stomach.
What have I gotten myself into? Is voluntary torture like this even legal? (Update: I totally just re-read this and laughed. I’m asking questions about the legality of the LSAT… haha.)
There’s a saying among law students that in your first year, they scare you to death; in your second year, they work you to death; and in your third year they bore you to death. Well I’m starting to believe it because I’m already scared out of my mind to take the LSAT and that’s only supposedly a small taste of what’s to come.
Did you know that I am only allowed to enter the testing center with a gallon size plastic bag? In it, I can only have my admissions ticket, my ID, my wallet, my keys, No. 2 pencils (I HATE pencils), erasers, tissues (to stop the bleeding when my brain aneurysm ruptures), a 20 oz. beverage in a plastic container and a snack for break time. Anything else and they kick me out.
I’m worried I’m going to mess that up! Which would make it easy, I guess… no LSAT, no law school. Done. Decision made.
Not really. I don’t want to shut any doors just yet.
And now I’ll leave you with a low-quality (sorry) picture I pulled off Google Images.