Kansas

Kansas. My beloved state. I was born and raised here and the place runs deep into my soul. Explore this category to find out all about the state I love.

A “life lately” list

I knew this was going to happen. I knew life would get crazy and I would be hard-pressed to find time to post. I had hoped to have a few “ready to go” posts in my back pocket for the crazy days, but obviously that was not the case.

All that goes to say, I’m sorry.

I should probably get some kind of “World’s Worst Blogger” award if there is such a thing. If not, they can invent one and name it after me. 😉

Let’s move on.

Here’s a little bit of life lately. In a list. Because I love lists. And alliteration. 🙂

1 – Work has been a whirlwind lately. And if I can be totally honest, a bit of a struggle. I’ve dealt with a wave of frustrations and discouragement, and I’ve let little things get me down– so not like me! Then I got frustrated with myself because I wasn’t acting like myself. Stinkin’ vicious cycles.
But I’ve also been reminded that I can’t do this on my own. I can try, but it will be bad news bears. There is only One who can help me and I need to rely on Him every day, not myself.

2 – Friendsgiving! Friendsgiving = we made the turkey, not grandma. The event was a first for my friend group and it was a huge success! There was great food and conversation (two of the best things in life, in my opinion) and football (ok, three things). We’re definitely making this an annual event.

friends Thanksgiving

The Friendsgiving gang!

3 – Family Thanksgiving. I went home to Kansas for a few days for family Thanksgiving. And let me tell y’all– this is no lie– my family Thanksgivings are the best. We have the best food, the best laughs, the best dinner table talk and most importantly, the best gravy. Just kidding about the gravy. Kind of. Or not really at all. Gravy is a big deal.
It was good times and good eats. And now I weigh 600 pounds.

3.5 – This is aptly numbered because it’s technically part of Thanksgiving, but significant enough to warrant its own number. I’m talking about the family tradition of Rook. This is absolutely my most favorite card game ever but I only get to play it when I go home because I’ve never found anyone outside my family who knows what this is. Seriously, World, you are missing out.

Rook card game

Rook. The best card game that apparently no one knows about.

That’s about all for now folks! I should (hopefully) be back to a normal blogging schedule now so I’ll see you again soon.

In the meantime, I’d love to hear about your Thanksgivings and lives lately!

Recaps, reviews and resolutions

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.”

–I failed at baking brownies, coloring, cards, and drawing the state of Kansas.

–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!

Rain and sleet and snow, oh my!

I’m back in Kansas! (And all the people said, “Amen!”)

My last fall semester of college is over and I’m spending my last Christmas break at home in Kansas. (And all the people said, “Amen!”)

I’m sorry. I’m just a little excited to be home. I’ll get down from my pulpit.

Yesterday was my second day in Kansas, (and all the people said… never mind) and I woke up to the sound of rain and this view outside my window.

Now, if any of y’all know anything about Kansas, you know this is a rare sight. And when any little bit of rain comes along you do a little dance and jump up and down and shout thank you at the sky.

Not really.

But for real, rain is a good thing (Luke Bryan, anyone?) and we are always thankful for the moisture.

However… yesterday I was not so happy with the rain.

I was being selfish and I wanted snow. Lots of snow. I mean, it was snowing an hour north of where I live, so why couldn’t I have snow too?

Life is so unfair.

I’m totally kidding.

It rained and rained all day long and we got over an inch! (That’s a big deal.) But let me put it in perspective. If it had snowed all day instead of rained, we would have had a foot of snow on the ground.

Boo. I wanted snow.

Sorry. I’ll stop whining too.

As I was going to bed last night, the rain had changed over to a sleet-y snow something but I had little hope left at that point. But when I woke up this morning, I saw this!

And this!

And this!

Now let me explain something to y’all. Snow never comes straight down in Kansas. It’s never soft and pretty like you see in the movies. It always blows in sideways.

What the heck does that mean, you ask?

Wind.

Lots of wind.

It seems like we can never get any snow in Kansas without a gusty north wind. Yesterday was no exception. We were in a blizzard warning all day and we might not have gotten a lot of snow, but we got all the wind. Thank you Kansas, very much.

If you look at the last photo, you can see how the wind blew across my driveway and created a little ripple effect in the snow. It sure looks pretty, but it’s a pain if you actually have to be outside in it.

But I got to stay inside all day yesterday and I was a happy camper.

Now I just hope this snow will stick around until Sunday so we can have a white Christmas!

The waiting game

This is not my photo. I pulled it from Google Images because it looks a lot more peaceful than I feel right now and I need to look at something pretty and tranquil.

Why the anxiousness you ask?

Oh, let me tell ya.

LSAT scores are being released RIGHT NOW.

They started a couple of hours ago and I still haven’t got mine. I’ve refreshed my email about a hundred and fifty times now and the empty mailbox sound just keeps echoing louder and louder in my dark little cave of a dorm room, which is normally bright and happy and not very cave-like at all.

Waiting kills my soul.

I don’t know what to expect. I’ve seen several Twitter posts from people who’ve scored in the high 160s and they’ve said they’re in the top 95%. I don’t know if that’s normal or not, but to me it sounds like that means there’s gonna be a whole bunch of scores way below that.

I was hoping for a 155-160, but now my confidence is dropping like the temperature in a freak Kansas snowstorm and I’ve convinced myself I might’ve scraped up a 130 if I’m lucky.

LSAT scores please come soon!

A fall Friday afternoon

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.

Meet my lovely friends.

Meet our pumpkins.

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.

Look at us being all matchy, matchy.

I was happy in the pumpkin patch. Can ya tell?

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.

All in all, it was such a great day. I loved spending time outdoors in God’s beautiful creation with some of my favorite people.

Ellipsis list…

I miss…

…my blog. It’s been over a month since my last post. I’m so sorry about that! I’ve missed y’all.

…Spain. I found this picture on Pinterest yesterday. (you can find the original here:)

This is Sunflower Valley in Valencia, Spain.

Holy cow beautiful.

I never knew Spain had such beautiful sunflower fields. I was only six and a half hours away from this place while I was in Málaga this summer. Why didn’t I know about this?

I love sunflowers. They remind me of Kansas.

Minus the whole cliff in the background thing. That’s not like Kansas at all.

In this past month I have…

…started my senior year of college. And come down with a major case of Senioritis, which I’ve actually had for the past three years. I put off my homework and all I want to do is have fun times with fun people. Can I major in that please?

…not studied for the LSAT. And I’m taking it on Saturday. Is there a problem here? My logical reasoning skills say yes.

…got an iPhone! Actually, I did that this morning. It’s fantastic. And a time waster. But hey, I don’t care all that much about my homework anyway so we’re all good, right?

Which brings me back to… I miss…

…my Kansas phone number. I had to get an Arkansas phone number with my new iPhone and I just realized that for some reason I was really attached to my old Kansas phone number. Is that dumb? Yes? Ok, I’ll get over it.

Thanks for loving me even though I miss trivial things like phone numbers and don’t blog for a month.

Y’all are wonderful. I’ll be back soon. In less than a month, I promise!

My 4th of July… without America

The 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays, second only to Thanksgiving.

I love everything about the 4th: summer, red, white and blue everywhere, classic car shows, small town parades, barbecues, friends, family, homemade ice cream, sweet tea. Oh yes, I love it all.

Yesterday was my first time to be out of America on Independence Day. It was a strange and sad feeling.

We had a party here at the center with a lot of people and a lot of food (for real… I’ve hardly eaten today because I’m still so full), but still it wasn’t the same as celebrating America’s independence in the good ol’ U.S. of A.

I found some pictures on my computer of the fireworks show my hometown put on last year. I loved looking at them and reminiscing.

Out town actually wasn’t even allowed to have a fireworks show this year because we’re under a burn ban. Maybe I’m selfish, but it made me feel a little better knowing I wasn’t missing out on as much of the fun 4th festivities all my friends and family were getting to partake in.

Here are a few of my favorite fireworks photos. Enjoy.

(I’ll be back to Spain photos later this week. Moorish castles, cityscape panoramas and flamenco dancers are yet to come!)

 


Much love and God bless America,

kskristy

España photos – day 12

Wow. Wow, wow, wow. Some days I still can’t believe I’m actually in Spain getting to do and see so many amazing things. That thought hit me again this weekend when I went to Granada to help shoot video footage for a project some people here at the center are working on.

I learned how to record audio, shot some great photos to accompany the video, got to tour lovely Granada and it was all in a day’s work!

I love my internship.

We left Thursday morning and it took us about two hours to travel from Málaga to Granada. Here’s a map for all you visual people (like me).

 

I absolutely loved seeing the countryside during our drive. There are mountains! Big, tall mountains. The Sierra Nevada Mountains to be exact.

I never would have guessed there would be such diverse terrain in this area. Málaga is right on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, but drive north an hour and you’ve got beautiful hills and olive groves, drive another hour and you’ve got snow-capped peaks.

This Kansas girl is used to flat, dry land as far as the eye can see. New experiences abound everywhere in Spain.

Here are a few shots I took as we walked around the city.

 

 

 

 

 

It’s just like Holes!

And let me tell you, Granada was just about hot enough to feel like the desert in Holes. Málaga has been hot, but not compared to Granada. Málaga usually has a nice breeze blowing in off the Mediterranean which keeps it about 10-15 degrees cooler than inland cities like Granada.

 

Plants are a big deal. Obviously.

 

Plants may be big, but doors are not. This was seriously the front door to a house.

 

I just had to throw in a picture of the tapas we had. The cheese was amazing. And the wine. Not the olives. I don’t like olives. But I like olive oil.

I don’t understand myself sometimes…

 

Anyway…

 

This guy is the reason we went to Granada in the first place. He is a graffiti artist with a pretty cool testimony.

And if I knew Spanish, I would tell you about it.

But I don’t, so I won’t. Sorry.

I’ll just show you more photos.

 

 

 

 

 

So that was graffiti in Granada.

It took us all day to get our footage and photos. Half of our team went back to Málaga at 10 that night, but myself and another girl stayed behind to go to feria.

Now, I don’t exactly know what a feria is other than it’s some sort of Catholic thing and people dress up in flamenco dresses (well, women dress up, I should say) and go dancing. There’s also food and rides. Kind of like the Kansas State Fair.

Minus the Pronto Pups.

And the giant butter cow sculpture.

If any of y’all have been to the Kansas State Fair, you know what I’m talking about. If not, you need to go. It’ll change your life.

My friend scored some real flamenco dresses for us to wear to the feria and they were super fun!

I might have looked Spanish for the night, but I still felt like a guiri (pronounced similar to the English word giddy). Guiri is the slang word Spaniards use for non-Spaniards.

 

Forgive me. It was dark and I am totally, completely, 100 percent against using my built-in flash, so the lighting is horrible in the following photos.

But you get the gist.

 

You must have a flower in your hair for feria.

Real Spaniard women wear their flowers directly on top of their head, dead center.

I opted out of that. I like my flower where it is.

 

My lovely friend.

 

At feria!

 

 

Welcome to feria. There are lights everywhere.

 

 

This was cool. There were people in giant hamster balls running around on the water. If I hadn’t been in a super tight flamenco dress, I would have tried it out myself.

 

These are legit flamenco dancers. Notice the flower dead center on the top of their heads.

 

Now… story time.

We got to feria at 1:00 in the morning. We left at 3:00. We didn’t get back to our hostel until 5:00.

Why?

We took the wrong bus.

It was a disaster.

The city runs special buses during feria that are just for feria, so I guess we assumed that as long as we got on one of the feria busses, it would take us back to where we got on.

Wrong.

We ended up way far away from our hostel in some really quiet part of town. We got off the wrong bus and walked for a long time until we found another bus stop. We thought it was the right bus stop.

Wrong.

We walked some more. And some more.

And some more.

And then we saw a bus. We flagged it down, hoping it would be the right bus.

Wrong.

The bus driver told us to wait at a nearby stoplight for the right bus that would be coming by there in just a few minutes.

Red flag anyone?

Why would we wait for a bus at a place that was not a bus stop?

Because the bus driver was wrong.

We waited at that stop light for over half an hour.

That same wrong bus passed by again twice, but still no right bus.

And then finally, finally!, we saw a taxi.

Hallejulah.

We ran out in the middle of the street and waved our arms and flagged that blessed taxi down.

Surely it would be able to take us to our hostel, right?

Wrong.

Or so the driver said.

He had to go switch out his car. That’s all I got out of the conversation.

And then he drove away.

I almost died.

But then my friends kept walking. They were following the taxi.

What in the world?

Turns out, the taxi driver only had to go a couple of blocks and meet up with another driver who was going to take the car for his shift.

Thank you Jesus, praise the Lord. We had a taxi.

We got back to the hostel we were staying at at 5:00 in the morning.

And the hostel is a whole ‘nother story in itself.

Let me show you.

 

This is a picture I took of a stairwell in the hostel earlier in the day. The building was 400 years old and in the middle of being renovated.

Now, as cool as it was to be staying in a building older than my home country, I saw a fiasco looking for a place to happen.

And boy did it ever.

Let me set the scene for y’all…

It’s 5:00 in the morning. I am deader than a doornail tired (so tired in fact, I’m mixing idioms) and I haven’t peed for hours.

My bladder is about to burst.

(Sorry, but it’s the truth. I’m not ashamed to tell you that I was about to pee my pants.)

I have to make it up six flights of stairs before I can get to a bathroom.

In a tight dress. That means no running.

So I waddle/skip/potty-dance up the stairs and have to fiddle around with two separate keys to unlock two separate doors.

RE-diculous.

Finally, I get the doors open and try to quietly find my way to the bathroom.

Mind you, it’s 5:00 in the morning. People are sleeping. It’s dark. I’m in a strange hostel with furniture placed in places that I don’t know it’s been placed in. I’m bumping into things, knocking things over, the whole shebang.

I really am trying to be quiet, but I gotta go… if you know what I’m saying.

So.

Finally.

I find the bathroom.

I go in, shut the door and flip the lightswitch.

It doesn’t work.

Yeah. That’s right… the lightswitch doesn’t work.

Sweet Jesus, help me.

I take 0.43 seconds to evaluate my options.

Girl’s gotta pee.

For real.

So I feel my way around the bathroom like a blind person until I find the toilet. I make sure the lid is up (gotta cover all my bases, otherwise things could have been bad-news-bears) and I shimmy the zipper down on my dress.

I’ll stop there and save y’all from being scarred for life, but let me just throw one more kink in the wrench (yes, I know that’s another mixed idiom, but it’s what I’ve always said, so it stays) by mentioning the fact that there was no toilet paper.

I’m sorry.

That’s gross.

I’m done now.

Sort of.

I’m done with horrible natural human function stories. (I’m sorry, that was gross too wasn’t it?)

Anyway…

This hostel just kept getting better and better.

After the bathroom disaster, I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep on a rock.

Wait, what?

I wanted to go to sleep on a bed.

But the bed might as well have been a rock as hard as it was.

Also…

My pillow was covered in stains and hair (not mine).

I had to shove a nightstand in front of the door to keep it closed because it kept swinging open on its own.

There was a vicious cat fight outside my window at 6:00. I’m pretty sure one of the cats died from the sound of things. I was six stories up and I had earplugs in and it still sounded awful.

And that was my hostel experience.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad it happened. I love having crazy adventures like that. Plus, I feel like everybody needs to have one or two bad hostel stories in their lifetime. Now I’ve got mine.

 

Welcome to the Ritz Carlton.

We have dirtied your pillow and carved your mattress out of cement. Compliments of the house.

Also, we will provide you with gruesome animal noises just as you are about to finally fall asleep in order to provide you with the finest luxury experience.

Thank you for staying with us, we hope to see you again soon.

I may be exaggerating just a little bit, but like I said, it wasn’t that bad all things considered. The view outside my window was even kind of pretty.

 

 

But it sure felt good to get back to Málaga the next day.

 

All in all, I had a great trip to Granada, and I will definitely remember it for the rest of my life.

Now… bring on more adventures!

 

Happy Kansas Day!

Today is my home state’s 150th birthday!

In Kansas, we call this day Kansas Day. When I was in elementary school, we threw a birthday part for Kansas every January 29th. We had cake, we colored cards, the whole shebang. It was awesome.

And to this day I still remember the Kansas facts we studied in class.

And because I think everybody should know more about little ol’ Kansas (other than there are no trees and it is flat as a pancake) I’m going to share some of those facts with you today.

Kansas became the 34th state to be admitted to the union on January 29, 1861.

The state cookie is the snickerdoodle.

The state motto is “Ad astra per aspera” which means “To the stars through difficulty.”

The state bird is the western meadowlark.

The state animal is the buffalo.

The highest point in the state is Mount Sunflower. It stands at 4,039 feet. But it’s not really a mountain. It’s pretty much a bump in the ground with a sign that says “Highest Point in Kansas.” Big whoop. Kansas is flat, remember?

And that’s about all I remember from class. But I looked up some interesting facts about Kansas on Google this morning and here’s what I found.

(Why didn’t they teach us these in school?)

Kansas won a national award in 1981 for most beautiful license plate design. Here it is.

Dodge City is the windiest city in the United States. I can vouch for this. I live close to Dodge City and it is always windy in our area. Always. Forget Chicago.

At one time it was illegal to serve ice cream on top of cherry pie in Kansas. (Thank goodness they got rid of that law! I love my cherry pie a la mode.)

The state’s official nickname is The Sunflower State.

And that being said…

Here is a picture I took a few years ago of some wild sunflowers that popped up in our garden one summer.

I love sunflowers. I think they are absolutely beautiful!

Happy Kansas Day!

kskristy

When it snows in Arkansas…

…the whole world goes crazy.

Or at least it seems to.

I woke up yesterday morning to this view outside my window.

Now in Kansas, this is no big deal.

Actually, I take that back. It is sort of a big deal. See that picture? There are no drifts. Where I come from, that’s rare. When it snows in Kansas, the wind always blows. A lot. So we always have snow drifts. Big ones.

But then we jump in our Chevy’s and bust right through them.

So it’s not a big deal after all.

Anyway… this meager dusting of snow was enough to cause an uproar with all my southern friends (and my Californian roommate).

Facebook was overrun with status updates begging for professors to cancel classes. The roads were surely impassable.

And I’m sure most Arkansans thought they were. There are no such things as snow plows down here.

But that’s where these guys came to the rescue.

Our maintenance crew works so hard. I appreciate that they stood out in the cold and the snow and shoveled that sand. You can’t see it from this angle, but the road they are on has a pretty significant slope to it. Without that sand, the snow probably would have been packed down in no time by professors driving to class and who knows what could have happened on that hill.

Thank you maintenance crew!

But… this is a university full of junk food-loving college kids and so rain or shine, snow or ice, the Coke man always makes his delivery.

I personally don’t like pop all that much, but I’m sure half of the students at this university are relieved to know they won’t have to make it through the weekend without their beloved carbonated sugar. Thank you Mr. Coke man.

After snapping these photos, I put on a pot of coffee and pulled out the box of leftover pizza from my fridge.

Welcome to the life of a college student.

Does anyone remember the promotion Domino’s Pizza had going a few months back where they encouraged people to send in their self-shot photos of the pizzas they ordered?

I’m seriously considering sending this one in.

If that doesn’t say delicious and nutritious, I don’t know what does.

Personally, I think the grease stains make the photo.

Please don’t judge me when I tell you I ate this whole thing.

Cold.

And I may or may not have enjoyed it.

But, of course I ate it like everybody should eat a piece of Domino’s pizza.

Crust first.

Ever since Domino’s remade their crust I have been on cloud nine.

I mean, who doesn’t love garlic and butter smeared all over a chunk of fatty baked dough?

Sign me up for that.

Or a psych ward.

Just kidding, sort of.

And did you know that Dominos now prints instructional sayings on their pizza boxes. They call them pizza proverbs.

That’s alliteration at it’s finest, people.

And that’s wisdom at it’s finest.

Or maybe not.

But while we are on the subject of wisdom and pizza and the finer things in life, let me just say that I also have a theory about coffee. I believe coffee tastes good all the time, but I think it tastes even better when it’s in a cute mug.

Look at this.

Now that looks fine, but wait until you see the entire mug.

Isn’t that happy?

My wonderful Californian roommate gave me that mug for Christmas and it has become one of my favorite mugs.

Thank you sweet Roommate!

Eventually I had to go to class yesterday. I even drove my car to Walmart and back without incident (thank you, Lord) and thoroughly enjoyed the snow even though I almost slipped and busted my face in the parking lot last night.

This afternoon the maintenance crew was hard at work again… clearing the parking lot.

Thank you again, maintenance crew!

The funny thins is that the forecast is calling for another round snow on Sunday.

Here we go again…

Paint the town red… and the kitchen gray

Let me just say right up front that I did not paint the town red over my Christmas break. In fact, I didn’t do much of anything over break.

I know, I know… life is rough.

However, I did paint… my kitchen.

And it was due time too. I’m pretty sure that kitchen hadn’t been updated for over 20 years. It’s definitely been longer for the floor.

Here’s the before shot in all it’s color discord glory.

Can you say hello linoleum? Yuck.

And I’m not quite sure why peach was chosen as the color to best compliment that lovely shade of green. But it’s definitely, shall we say, unique.

Here’s an after shot of the wall opposite those lovely cabinets.

And because I was a burned out college student living in a constantly vegetated state during Christmas break I forgot to get a before shot of this wall. But trust me, you would have loved it. It was covered in white and peach floral wallpaper. It was lovely.

After the walls, we moved on to the cabinets. Our plan was to paint the actual cabinets the same shade of pale gray we painted the walls, then coat the doors in a slate gray.

Well… it turned out a little, uh… I’ll just let you see for yourself.

Somebody tell me what this looks like.

I’ll give you a hint, it protects electrical circuits in your house from damage caused by electricity overload.

Yep, we turned our kitchen cabinet doors into breaker boxes. Awesome.

So after staring, and contemplating, and scratching our heads, and squinting our eyes, and trying to figure out what the heck we did wrong we decided to reverse the colors.

We decided this was MUCH better and finished painting the whole row of cabinets.

Tres magnifique!

This is so nice compared to our old cabinet colors. Even though we can’t do anything about the flooring and countertops right away (newsflash: flooring and countertops are expensive) at least we were able to move the kitchen somewhat into the 21st century. And the new paint brightens up the room a lot.

I’m all about natural light.

Funny story about the calendar on the wall. It has Scripture printed on the photos and I was flipping through them one day and found out that the company who printed the verses evidently didn’t know their Bible too well. For two of the months, they listed Scripture from Revelations.. with an s. It’s Revelation.. without an s.

This may or may not be a small pet peeve of mine.

I’m working on it.

Much love,

kskristy

Oh give me a home…

Hello from Arkansas!

I made it back to college on Tuesday and have been loving every minute of it! These first few days of the semester are always fun. Everybody is excited to see each other and hang out after a month of being gone and nobody has a lot homework yet so it’s kind of like one big party!

Wait, isn’t college like that all the time?

It is for me. Homework? What’s that? How have I survived three years of classes again?

Never mind…

I was skimming through some photos today that I shot over Christmas break and I got a little nostalgic for my beloved Kansas.

I love the “big sky country” and I already miss my big Kansas sunsets.

You can’t see this in Arkansas. At least not on campus. Too many trees.

I even miss the ice and snow.

The weatherman was calling for a big snowstorm in our area of Kansas a couple days before I was supposed to leave for Arkansas and I got so excited. I was actually going to have a chance to play in the snow! I haven’t played in snow for years.

Well, a quarter inch of ice, half an inch of snow and two days later and I was headed down the highway.

Old man winter may have missed my house with his buckets full of snow, but the road department definitely did not forget to ice the roads. Six hours of slush and dirt and salt later, I arrived in Arkansas.

Anyway, the dusting of ice and snow made for some nice pictures from my last day at home.

I’ll especially miss the deer that came to graze in our field every night. There were usually at least 10 of them out there during the evening and sometimes I would just stand at my window and watch them. What beautiful creatures they are!

Seeing them always reminded me of the Kansas state song.

Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play…

But.. just fyi: we don’t like antelope in Kansas. They tear up our fences.

So we’ll just keep the deer. I think they’re prettier anyway.

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