Browsing Tag

Steve

Happy Thanksgiving!
Life

Thankful!

It’s Thanksgiving morning and I’ve been up since the butt crack of dawn because my dogs don’t know the meaning of “day off” or “sleep in”. Nor do they understand that Mama was up until 2am playing Call of Duty so she needs her rest.

But that’s not complaining because it’s not a day to complain. It’s actually rather refreshing having an alarm clock that forces me out of bed to be productive. This morning, I’ve done what I’m sure the rest of the United States has – ate a small enough breakfast to stave off hunger but not big enough to ruin my appetite, made myself look human with some makeup and pretty jewelry, stood in my closet deciding if sweatpants (ELASTIC WAISTBAND PEOPLE!) would be appropriate to wear to dinner but ultimately decided jeans were going to suffice as my midway point, watched some of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and prepared my dish to bring to dinner at my parents (which is really just sausage cheese balls and is really being prepared because I made them a few weeks ago and have been craving them ever since).

In an hour or so, after the balls are ready and we’ve made our prospective phone calls to family and friends, we’ll head over to my mom’s to eat delicious food, drink some booze and then fall asleep on the couch watching football.

Can’t get more American than that!

Continue Reading

Zombie Halloween Costumes
Life

Twelve Days Removed

I spent the better part of this week fighting off sickness part the second which means I had a lot of time to sit around and go through the pictures that had been piling up on my hard drive since May.

Which means I get to show you these – although they are twelve days to late and we are less than two weeks from Thanksgiving, I couldn’t let this pass by.

Continue Reading

Baxter Sammy Jackabee Terrier Puppies
Memes

ABC, Easy as 123

Taking another cue from Jenn because apparently, my brain just doesn’t want to give me ideas to blog.

A. Age: 30. (DO.NOT.WANT!)

B. Bed size: King. It was our present to ourselves when we bought the house, since before that we were in a full size Ikea bed leftover from when I lived by myself.

C. Chore that you hate: Folding laundry. I have no problem with washing it. But actually folding and put away – yea, my second couch is CONSTANTLY covered in piles of clean clothes.

D. Dogs: Two, Sammy and Baxter. They’re pretty much our children.

E. Essential start to your day: Diet Coke, hard-boiled egg (white only) and yogurt.

F. Favorite color: Purple.

G. Gold or Silver: Silver. I don’t like gold, never have, which is interesting because I ordered my class ring in gold.

H. Height: 5’6”.

I. Instruments you play: Proficiently? None.

J. Job title: Systems Analyst.

K. Kids: None except the furbabies.

L. Live: Charleston, SC.

M. Mother’s name: Sandy.

N. Nicknames: Kristy (my full name is Kristen), Baby (<– Steve)

O. Overnight hospital stays: None in a long time, maybe only once when I had my appendix out.

P. Pet peeves: People who block the straight lane to get to the turn lane, people who use their cell phones while doing any face to face business with others (checking out at the store, at the bank, etc.), people who treat animals like property. Pretty much bad people behavior in general.

Q. Quote from a movie: Remember what Daddy always says – an ounce of pretension is worth a pound of manure!

R. Right or left handed: Left.

S. Siblings: One full brother, Eric, who is 27. One brother from my mom’s second marriage – Tyler, who is 16. And two sisters from my dad’s second marriage – Alex, who is 19 and Tresalynn, who is 16.

T. (This was missing how about..) Tacos: LOVE TACOS!!!! Now I want to go to Taco Bell.

U. Underwear: Comfortable cotton, still sexy, at least in my house!

V. Vegetable you hate: Carrots. I’ve tried – really, really tried but I just can’t get on board. Also not a big fan of spinach by itself but LOVE it in anything – like pastas or soups.

W. What makes you run late: I am rarely late – I’d rather be early than late so I’m usually sitting outside waiting for the time I’m supposed to be there.

X. X-Rays you’ve had: Ankle – many, many times. Teeth. Arm. I’ve had MRI’s of my brain, with and without contrast (for headaches).

Y. Yummy food that you make: Steve likes pretty much anything I make – he’s a big fan of my chili and my Italian wedding soup.

Z. Zoo animal:  Any of the cats. PENGUINS!

Agenda Day in the Life
Memes

One Day

To further elaborate on what I was talking about yesterday – how fascinated I am with the other people’s jobs and other people’s offices, I figured it might be fun to do something like Annie did at turning pages and post a day in my life. It’s certainly not the first time I’ve seen this on the Internet and probably won’t be the last but it looked fun and interesting nonetheless.

Continue Reading

Ford Thunderbird
Life

Vroom!

Eighteen. That’s how old I was when I got my license. Unlike most kids my age, learning to drive just wasn’t up there on my priority list, which is amazing to me now because I LOVE to drive, for the most part.  (When we exclude eleven hour car trips and daily commutes, and even the commutes weren’t so bad.) It was also amazing because I worked in high school.  I got my first job as a sophomore, when I was maybe fifteen.  I worked in the Men’s Department at Sears and thought I was the shit because I had to dress up and at that age, I hadn’t yet learned that wearing heels was not a good idea for a job you had to stand on your feet for hours on end.

But I worked in the mall from fifteen up until long after I got a license and a car.  And you’d think being forced to take the bus would spur my interests in obtaining my license and essentially, my freedom.  I can’t tell you why except it just was something that never felt like it needed to be a top priority.  Between a very busy and heavy AP/Honors workload at school and my job, I didn’t feel like making time, maybe.  My parents had also explained that I would need to pay my own way and get my own car as well as have limited access to their vehicles and since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do either on my paltry part-time retail wages, I just didn’t even bother.

The first time I drove by myself was to my high school graduation, in my parents red Grand Prix.

A week after I started driving, I got my first ticket: for turning left on a red light.  Because I wasn’t paying attention or some synapses weren’t firing correctly in my brain.  I thought it was a stop sign so I treated it like on.  Stopped, look both ways and went.  With a cop RIGHT BEHIND ME!

Continue Reading