Personality traits

Oh yeah, I’ve got some doozies. And I admit it. Read this category at your own risk.


Does anyone else besides me think “wanderlust” is a strange word? For some reason, I really don’t care for it.

Regardless of how I feel about the word, I definitely have the condition. I love traveling. (But let’s be honest, who doesn’t?)

I’ve been very blessed over the course of my life thus far with amazing travel opportunities. I jaunted around Europe for three weeks in 2007 with the Kansas Ambassadors of Music (being a band nerd has its benefits!), spent several weeks in Guatemala in 2010 shooting a documentary photography assignment, and I lived in southern Spain for almost two months in 2011 for my college internship. I’ve also traveled around quite a bit in the States.

And I’ve found that no matter where I go, I always enjoy myself. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been to a place I didn’t like. There is always beautiful new scenery to see and photograph and fun adventures to be had.

Just typing this out is stirring up the wanderlust in my soul. (For real though, somebody needs to coin a new term for that awful word.)

I was talking with a coworker several months back who also has the *ahem* wanderlust, and he told me about his goal to visit three new places per year. They don’t have to be far off lands, just a place he has never been to before.

I thought that was such a great idea, I adopted the goal myself.

So where did I go this year?

Let me tell you. It will be like a digital field trip!

1 – Shreveport, LA
One of my best friends and I were alone in town over Memorial Day weekend this year. All of our other friends had abandoned us for their own holiday travels and we decided that they couldn’t have all the fun. So on a spur of the moment decision, we packed our bags and drove six hours to Shreveport to take in the annual Mudbug Festival. We listened to cajun/zydeco music, walked around some neat art vendor booths and ate both our weights in crawfish, boiled taters and corn on the cob. It was wonderful. I’m all about any trip that involves tasty local food!

Crawfish at the Mudbug Festival

Yes, I ate all of this at the Mudbug Festival. It was so much food but so delicious!

2 – Chicago, IL
I spent the night on the floor in O’Hare once because of a flight cancellation, but I don’t count that as having visited Chicago at all, so this summer was my first official time in the city. I went for a work trip and got to attend BlogHer ’13 (so cool!). Most of my time was spent at the conference, but a coworker and I got in one morning sightseeing. We went to Navy Pier, Millennium Park, The Bean (of course) and listened to an orchestra’s rehearsal at the Jay Pritzker Pavilion in Grant Park. There are so many things I wanted to do and see that I didn’t have a chance to this time (like the skydeck at Willis Tower) that I have a big list of adventures for my next visit.

Navy Pier, Chicago

A view of Chicago’s skyline from Navy Pier.

The Bean, Chicago

The Bean!

The food on this trip was out of this world phenomenal! Of course we had to have true Chicago-style deep dish pizza. We went to Lou Malnati’s and I gorged myself on the famous local fare. I can tell you that deep dish pizza is definitely as good as everyone says it is. Put it on your bucket list if you haven’t tried it yet!

My favorite meal by far, though, was in the restaurant adjoining our hotel. It’s called Mercat a la Planxa and it specializes in Catalan-inspired tapas. I hadn’t had tapas since I was in Spain and I was so extremely excited to have them again (maybe a little too excited. I think I may have freaked my coworkers out with my enthusiasm.). We ordered a ton of food to share and I loved everything. From the arroz a la cazuela (saffron scented broth with Maine lobster, chicken, chorizo, rabbit, shaved artichoke salad and piquillo aioli) to the datiles con almendras (bacon wrapped dates stuffed with almonds), I was in gustatory heaven. I need to go back to this place. Soon. Like tomorrow.

3 – Taos, NM
I hadn’t taken a vacation from work at all this year until Labor Day weekend. My mom had been asking me to go with her to Taos, New Mexico, and while I thought that New Mexico sounded like a strange place for a vacation, I agreed to join her. And boy were my preconceived notions incorrect! New Mexico is amazing. The scenery is mind-blowingly gorgeous and there were plenty of fun things to do. We saw some neat art shops downtown but spent most of our time hiking the mountains.

Taos, New Mexico scenery

A few snapshots from my trip to Taos, NM. They don’t even begin to do justice to the beautiful scenery.

My favorite meal was at a pizza joint called Pizaños. The restaurant had a back deck overlooking the mountains, so of course, my mom and I ate outside despite the chilly breeze. I chose a pizza that was popular with the locals called, The Taoseño. It was covered in Italian Sausage, mushrooms and green chile and it was divine.

Pizaños, Taos, New Mexico

Dinner with a view!

I don’t know where I’ll go next year. haven’t planned anything yet, but this is a goal I definitely want to keep up with. If you have any suggestions of places to go and/or things to eat, I would love to hear them! What are some of your favorite places?

Adventures in hot yoga

Several months ago, one of my friends asked me if I’d like to try hot yoga with her. I said yes because I was seriously bored with my current workout routine, but in the back of my mind I was secretly thinking that hot yoga sounded a little strange and I wasn’t quite sure what I had agreed to.

“Isn’t yoga kind of new age-y?”

“I don’t think I’m the yoga type.”

“If I do yoga, am I going to turn into a hipster?”

“Just do it, Kristy. You need a new workout.”

And then my first day of yoga went like this:

5:55 p.m. – I walk into a blazing hot room, grab a yoga mat, a block, and a towel, and sit down in front of a humidifier. I immediately start to sweat.

6:00 p.m. – Class– or to be politically correct, I should say the practice– begins. We come into child’s pose.

6:01 p.m. – “This is nice,” I’m thinking. I mean, I’m sweating profusely, yes, but laying face-down on a mat and breathing slowly is kind of relaxing.

6:05 p.m. – We’re doing sun salutations, or something like that, and I’m pretty sure I can’t sweat anymore.

6:12 p.m. – Just kidding, I can sweat more. I literally watch sweat beads come out of my legs and roll down my shin bones. I don’t think I’ve ever seen sweat come out of my legs in my entire life. I’m slightly concerned.

6:30 p.m. – I’ve fallen over about 20 times by now. Evidently I don’t have the perfect balance gene that everybody else in the room seems to have. Why am I so wobbly? Why does everybody else look so graceful?

6:34 p.m. – We’re in dancer’s pose and sweat is rapidly dripping from my outstretched elbow and creating a nice little puddle on my stinky yoga mat.

6:35 p.m. – I slip on the sweat puddle. Fall down count increases to 21.

6:50 p.m. – “How much water is left in my body? Can’t be much anymore. How in the world is it possible to sweat so much? My clothes are soaked and I’m going to shrivel up into a prune any second now.”

7:00 p.m. – We “come down” and I’m ecstatic because I think it’s over. If I could jump for joy, I would. But I feel half-dead at this point, so I stay face-down on my soaking, slippery, staaaanky mat.

7:01 p.m. – Psych! It’s not over! Now we’re doing abs.

7:05 p.m. – The only thing keeping me going right now is my inherent, and slightly insane, drive to conquer a challenge. My body is screaming, but I don’t quit. I must defeat the beast.

7:10 p.m. – Corpse pose. It sounds horrendous, but right now those are the most wonderful words on the planet. Corpse pose means it’s over for real.

7:15 p.m. – We roll out of corpse pose and into a fetal position. Several drops of sweat roll down into my ear and muffle my sense of hearing. I would be grossed out but I’m too exhausted to care about anything at this point. And that includes my mascara-smeared raccoon eyes and my dangerously frizzy hair. “I look hotter than Beyonce right now,” I tell myself. Denial is bliss.

7:20 p.m. – We’ve bowed and said “namaste” and people are getting up and walking out the door. I can’t get up.

Eventually I made it home and fell into bed and woke up feeling surprisingly not sore the next morning. As much as that first day killed me, I recall the exercises and the poses almost fondly. “Wait, am I smiling?”

Evidently I took a liking to hot yoga for some reason and I’ve been to almost every class since. I’d even go so far as to say that yoga days are some of the best days of my week now.

Yes, I’m crazy. I know.

What about you? Have y’all every tried any kind of crazy exercise?



Just the word makes my nose cringe and my esophagus constrict.

I hate eggs. I hate them. I have always told people that the only way I like my eggs is inside of a cake or brownies or something where I can’t taste them at all. It’s a problem.

But the even bigger problem is that I can’t accept my problem. I want to like eggs. I really, really, really do. I’m kind of desperate to like them, actually. Eggs are good for you. They’re cheap. They’ve got a lot of protein. (And I am all about protein. Just ask the girls I live with. They’ll tell ya that I don’t ever make a meal without some sort of meat. Unless, of course, I have a bowl of cereal for supper. But cereal’s “bachelor’s steak” and since I’m the female equivalent of a bachelor, that counts, right? Oh my word. Rabbit trail extreme. Sorry.)

Anyway, the point is that I have hated eggs for my whole life and it really bothers me. I mean, what kind of farm girl doesn’t like eggs? It’s like an unwritten requirement to be a legitimate country girl. You must like eggs. And meat. And fried chicken. And pie. And mashed taters.

I’m digressing again.

Despite my utter distaste for eggs (haha, distate… eggs… get it?!) I periodically force myself to eat them, hoping against all hope that maybe my taste buds died or rearranged themselves or something and I’ll magically like eggs all of a sudden.

I mean, come on. I just want an omelet. The sausage, the bacon, the onions, the peppers, the tomatoes, the cheese… they always look so delicious together. If only I could have the omelet without the egg, I would be one happy girl.

Well, while I was trying to decide what to fix myself for supper this evening, I realized I was craving a breakfast burrito. I kept rummaging in the cabinets and the fridge, hoping to find something more appealing, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about that dang breakfast burrito. I thought about making one with everything but the eggs, but then I told myself I wasn’t allowed to do that. The only way I was getting a breakfast burrito was with scrambled eggs. And I wanted a burrito.

Now, one teensy little drawback to not liking eggs is that you don’t ever learn how to cook them. I’ve never made an egg in my life. I don’t even watch people cook eggs because the smell usually makes me want to puke.

I had to Google how to scramble an egg.

It killed my cooking pride.

I chopped up onions and peppers. I browned sausage and grated cheese. I got everything ready except for the egg.

I almost chickened out. But I didn’t.

I cracked the egg into a bowl and whisked it all up and seasoned it with salt and pepper. I poured the liquified egg into the pan and freaked out.

What the heck do I do with this thing now? Do I let it set? Do I keep whisking? Is it possible to burn eggs?

I decided to keep whisking and was amazed to see how fast the eggs changed from liquid to well, normal looking eggs. I had no idea how long to let them cook, so I guessed and dumped them onto my burrito when they “looked” done.

Here’s the finished product!

It was huge. And messy. But good. For the most part.

The eggs weren’t awesome. I don’t know if that was because of my negative disposition toward them or because I cooked them wrong. Probably both.

But hey, they didn’t make me gag! It’s only taken me twenty-one years to get to this point, but I call that progress.

Maybe in another twenty-one years I will actually, genuinely like eggs.

But for now at least I satisfied my craving.

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.)

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!


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.

I died.

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.

Crisis averted.

Sort of.

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.

The result?

Ombré hair.

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.

Life recently

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 tweeted about us!

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.

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!

Wordle goodness

Have any of y’all heard of Wordle?

It’s basically a word cloud generator based on the text you provide or you can enter a URL and it will sample text from the entire website. The bigger the word in the word cloud, the more that word is used on the website. Y’all should check it out.

I decided to run kskristy through the word cloud generator and see the extent of my vocabulary.

I found out I use a bunch of short words. I blame that on my journalism training. Write short. Be concise. Put everything in layman’s terms. If Joe-Six-Pack can’t understand your story, you need to rewrite it.

Maybe I should begin expressing myself in more grandiose diction. Would you all be of the same accord?

Yeah right.

Anyway…back to my Wordle. Was that awkward? I kinda feel like it was. Sorry.

I like that you have color, layout and font choices.

Observe my creation.

Obviously the LSAT has consumed my life for the past few months. With the exception of the giant, “even” in the lower right corner (what’s up with that?!) I’m pretty sure it’s the most used word on my list.

Kansas is up there. Of course. Ain’t no greater state out there. Holla.

Spain got a little shout out too. Down there in the corner next to even. (Again… what the heck is that about? Even… really?)

The placement of certain words next to each other in this thing really amuses me. For example… “second iPhone” is up there at the top-right. I don’t think it’s quite time for that yet. I haven’t even had my first iPhone for a whole month. And I have no desire whatsoever to get the iPhone 4S. Although I do have a friend who’s trying to convince me it’s the greatest thing on earth. Sorry ’bout ya. The iPhone 4 is more than enough phone for me.

“Fun homework.” In the middle. Towards the top. I have no idea why those words got put together. There is no such thing. The end.

“Studying problem.” Right side. In the middle. Now that is real and I do have it. A majorly bad, really incapacitating case of it. Somebody help me.

“Tell y’all.” Middle bottom. I tell y’all lots of things. It’s true. Thanks for listening.

“Dirt good.” Middle-right-middle. (Does that make sense?) This is also true though. Dirt is good. Good dirt is good. Kansas dirt is good. Kansas dirt is the best. Let me tell y’all about it.

“Whaaaaat just happened?” Bottom left. Right below Kansas. The whaaaaat is super small, but how perfect is it that all those words got put together? I feel like this might be the anthem of my life.

“Going albino.” Top left. Now what the heck is this all about? I’m already losing the great tan I got in Spain. Sad, sad day. I don’t want to go albino.

“Two scared pencils.” Top-middleish-left. My pencils were very scared going into the LSAT. Only, I took three of them. Hopefully I used the not scared pencil to take the test. Maybe I’ll get a better score.

Speaking of the LSAT, I get my score back in just a little over a week! Up until now, I’ve done a good job of not thinking about it. But I’ve been on fall break for the past three days and have poured myself into completing law school applications. I’m hoping to get the loose ends tied up pretty soon so once I get that LSAT score, I can send out all my applications and begin that waiting game. Joyful, joyful.

And with the complete caveat, I bid you adieu.

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.

Audios, España. Hello, America!

My last post from Spain.

This is the kind of moment where a normal person would get all fancy and poetic and say some sort of emotional farewell about how it’s bittersweet to be leaving, how part of their heart will always be in Spain… blah, blah, blah.

I’m not that kind of gal.

Nope, my fond farewell sounds a little more like this, “Hasta la vista, baby… I’m going home! And God Bless America!”

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved my time in Spain. I really, truly have. But I’m so ready to get back to the States.

My wonderful, blessed, familiar, Walmart-shopping, sweet tea-drinking, cowboy boot-wearing, beef for dinner-eating, red white and blue, English-speaking country. Amen.

So, so ready. You have no idea.

I’ve been going crazy this past week, chomping at the bit for this moment. The moment where my apartment is clean (ok, well that hasn’t happened quite yet), where my bags are all packed (y’all have got to be out of your precious minds if you think that’s already happened! Anybody who knows me knows I’m still packing two minutes before I’m out the door), where I’m on that plane and headed home (and obviously that hasn’t happened yet either).

So basically I’m still waiting for “that moment.” But in my head, I’m so there.


And switching gears now for a sec… gotta take care of business, you know.

I know I haven’t posted Camino photos yet. I’m sorry. I’m ashamed. I’m a bad blogger. Forgive me.

I’ve been busy preparing for “that moment.”

Unfortunately, photos won’t be up for several more days.

I think I have something on the schedule for tomorrow. Hmm… I can’t seem to remember what it was. I think it might take me all day… what could it be?

How about spending 24 hours on a plane/in an airport? That part I am not excited about, but I’ll take it if it gets me home.

And then right away I’m heading up to one of my favorite places in the whole wide world. THE LAKE. (I just want y’all to know that normally, I’m totally against typing words in all caps. It makes me feel like a 13-year-old girl. I’m not ok with that. But the lake is a big deal. It warrants all caps.)

I’m going to spend a few days at the lake with my wonderful, wonderful family who I haven’t seen in two months. No internet. No kskristy. Sorry about ya. I’ll be focusing all of my efforts on wakeboarding, kneeboarding, skiiing and eating. I love y’all, but that’s just the way it’s gotta be.

Girl’s gotta live it up, ya know?

Anyway, then I’m driving nine hours back to Kansas. And then I’m going to die. For two or three days at least. I’m willing myself to hold off the jet lag until then. No jet lag allowed at the lake. There’s time for that later. That’s the pep talk I’m going to give myself. What? You think I should be named Motivational Speaker of the Year? Why, thank you, I accept. I always knew that speech would touch people someday…

Sorry. Back on track.

But for real. I’m going to be tiiiiiiiiired. (This also makes me feel like a 13-year-old girl. But again, it was necessary for proper emphasis. Or maybe I’m already a little too tired…)

I’ll post the Camino photos sometime during the week that I’m home.

Until then, here’s one to tide you over.

Dreamy, ain’t it?

I can’t wait to share more with you.

But right now, it’s a quarter after midnight in Spain and I have a million things to do before heading out to the airport in just a few hours.

Catch ya later in the States. Much love for now,


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