I would actually keep up with my blog?
So the lovely Jo tagged me, oh, about a month ago now. And here I am finally responding. It's sad, is what it is. [shakes head]
What Ifs:
What if I could meet someone in the art world to chat with?
I would want to meet Max Broedel, just to make all the other Med Ill-ers jealous. But he died long ago. Makes it a little difficult to chat.
What if I could have one wish granted for the benefit of all mankind?
(Jo's answer was pretty perfect...) World peace would be nice, too.
What if I could travel anywhere in the world?
Australia/New Zealand or along the Mediterranean - Islands of Greece, Egypt, Turkey, etc.
What if I could live in a period other than the present, for 24 hours?
In memory of my 8-year-old self, I would live in the late 1800s. I was obsessed with the Little House on the Prairie books for years after I read the first book in 1st grade. My mom checked them out of the public library for me one by one, until my aunt bought me the set for Christmas one year. I wanted to be Laura Ingalls. And I hated Nellie Olsen with all the passion a 2nd grader can muster.
What if I could make over three areas of my body?
hips, thighs, upper arms
What if I could become an animal for 24 hours?
Some sort of bird in the wild, so I could fly. But not a pigeon. Pigeons are gross.
What if I could bring someone back to life for 24 hours?
Probably my Grandma on my dad's side. She died when I was 9 and I have all these wonderful memories of her but I never really got to know her.
The end.
Bea, Jerilyn, and Bree - you're it!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Are You There, Blog?
It's me, Kristen.
I have been woefully un-bloggy lately. I think it might be those late-"winter" (I live in the desert, people) doldrums. I'm sitting here passing the time until more exciting things come along, maybe. There are quite a few exciting things on the horizon, but I'll blog about those as they happen. For now: Top Five!
Top Five Things from the Last Five Weeks.
1.New car. That you know about. Go Fit!
2.Great parents. I love my parents - they're the best. They came to visit for their Spring Break (they both work at the University in my hometown - Dad's a professor, Mom's an administrative assistant) and we had all kinds of fun. We introduced my dad to vegan food at the restaurant down the street (his consensus: mock chicken - ok. mock beef - not so ok.), we saw Horton Hears a Who (cute movie) and There Will Be Blood (we're an eclectic family), we drank good German beer, and we took the Fit up to Flagstaff to have dinner with my cousin (the Fit averaged 36.5mpg on this trip - Go Fit!)
3.Easter fun. The children's message at the Easter service yesterday was pretty hilarious. The lady doing the message gave each kid a plastic Easter egg and told them they would all open them together on the count of three. One...two...THREE! 35 kids open up their eggs and find......nothing! 70 eyes fasten accusingly on the Lauren's face, clearly saying "what is THIS crap?" She said "Look! Your eggs are empty - isn't that great!?" "NOOOO!" the kids replied. She went on to tell about how great it is that the tomb was empty on Easter morning because that meant that Jesus had risen from the dead and we could be with Him in heaven one day and the empty Easter eggs would remind us of that. She used lots of exclamations and arm waving to convey the excitement to the kids. At the end of it all, she said "so NOW aren't you glad your eggs are empty?! Isn't it great?!" "NOOOOO!" the kids replied. I think the point was lost on them. My friend Brad later said to me, "well sure, think about it. How exciting would it have been to open up the tomb and find it was empty....EXCEPT for some candy? I mean, Jesus rises from the dead AND you get a candy bar. That's a great day." Hehe. :)
4.Rock Band. Such good times! We keep having Rock Band parties at Dave's house. I'm getting pretty good at the guitar/bass, and I can rock the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Oasis on vocals, but when I play the drums, I "look like a fool, like a FOOL!" (phoebe) Ah well. Can't win 'em all.
5.Baby Girl. I'm going to have a niece! My brother and sister-in-law found out on Thursday that the little one is a girl. Htd already has some teeny tiny pink Chucks picked out for her. And upon lots of perusing of the little girl clothes, I have come to this conclusion: baby bikinis - kinda creepy, but oh-so-cute.
Up next: a long-overdue Tagging (sorry, Jo!)
I have been woefully un-bloggy lately. I think it might be those late-"winter" (I live in the desert, people) doldrums. I'm sitting here passing the time until more exciting things come along, maybe. There are quite a few exciting things on the horizon, but I'll blog about those as they happen. For now: Top Five!
Top Five Things from the Last Five Weeks.
1.New car. That you know about. Go Fit!
2.Great parents. I love my parents - they're the best. They came to visit for their Spring Break (they both work at the University in my hometown - Dad's a professor, Mom's an administrative assistant) and we had all kinds of fun. We introduced my dad to vegan food at the restaurant down the street (his consensus: mock chicken - ok. mock beef - not so ok.), we saw Horton Hears a Who (cute movie) and There Will Be Blood (we're an eclectic family), we drank good German beer, and we took the Fit up to Flagstaff to have dinner with my cousin (the Fit averaged 36.5mpg on this trip - Go Fit!)
3.Easter fun. The children's message at the Easter service yesterday was pretty hilarious. The lady doing the message gave each kid a plastic Easter egg and told them they would all open them together on the count of three. One...two...THREE! 35 kids open up their eggs and find......nothing! 70 eyes fasten accusingly on the Lauren's face, clearly saying "what is THIS crap?" She said "Look! Your eggs are empty - isn't that great!?" "NOOOO!" the kids replied. She went on to tell about how great it is that the tomb was empty on Easter morning because that meant that Jesus had risen from the dead and we could be with Him in heaven one day and the empty Easter eggs would remind us of that. She used lots of exclamations and arm waving to convey the excitement to the kids. At the end of it all, she said "so NOW aren't you glad your eggs are empty?! Isn't it great?!" "NOOOOO!" the kids replied. I think the point was lost on them. My friend Brad later said to me, "well sure, think about it. How exciting would it have been to open up the tomb and find it was empty....EXCEPT for some candy? I mean, Jesus rises from the dead AND you get a candy bar. That's a great day." Hehe. :)
4.Rock Band. Such good times! We keep having Rock Band parties at Dave's house. I'm getting pretty good at the guitar/bass, and I can rock the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Oasis on vocals, but when I play the drums, I "look like a fool, like a FOOL!" (phoebe) Ah well. Can't win 'em all.
5.Baby Girl. I'm going to have a niece! My brother and sister-in-law found out on Thursday that the little one is a girl. Htd already has some teeny tiny pink Chucks picked out for her. And upon lots of perusing of the little girl clothes, I have come to this conclusion: baby bikinis - kinda creepy, but oh-so-cute.
Up next: a long-overdue Tagging (sorry, Jo!)
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Having A Fit
and loving it!
(I've been waiting for MONTHS to use that blog title/subtitle!)
After having my old hoopty Taurus for the past nine years (seriously - I found my high school class schedule in the center console as I was cleaning it out), it was getting to the point where lots of things were starting to go wrong pretty frequently. Sooo...I bought a car. A brand spankin' new Honda Fit.
It just might be the cutest car ever. And she's got more than looks, folks. Oh yes, we've got great gas mileage & safety ratings, and a price that won't break the bank.
It's like that guy we all knew in high school (or girl. whatev.) who was SO cute AND smart AND nice AND you knew you could never have him. But then one day he turns to you and says "I really hate doing it this way, but my parents are really strict - if you will spend a hellish 8 hours of your life talking to sleazy people who will lie to you about my qualities, endlessly try to figure out what YOU will bring to the relationship, and then conveniently "forget" what they told you an hour later or get all upset when you call them out on their lies - well, then I'm all yours." Ok, so I guess that analogy doesn't really work, but you're picking up what I'm laying down, yeah?
I. HATE. BUYING. CARS.
I am not kidding, I spent 8 hours at the Honda dealership on Saturday. It is a VERY long story, which I'm not going to go into (mostly because it makes me angry), but suffice it to say that this experience has totally jaded my view of car salespeople. They were SO underhanded about everything and obviously assumed I was either going to be a) so giddy with excitement about actually seeing my "pretty new car" that I wouldn't notice it was missing half the things they flat out told me it had, or b) monumentally stupid and unobservant, despite the fact that they knew I have a Master's degree in a field where obsessive attention to detail is pretty much a requirement. (This wasn't rocket science, though, you guys. It's kind of obvious when a car does NOT have mudflaps on it (that you didn't want in the first place). Unless they're using those new, invisible mudflaps.)
BUT. After probably one of my most frustrating days on record, I ended up making a pretty good deal on the exact car I wanted. And I managed to keep my dad (who was along as moral supporter and general bullshit detector) from blowing through the roof of the place somewhere around the 7th hour. I took him to the local brewery for dinner as a thank you. Somewhere around the end of the second beer I think his blood pressure began to return to normal.
(I've been waiting for MONTHS to use that blog title/subtitle!)
After having my old hoopty Taurus for the past nine years (seriously - I found my high school class schedule in the center console as I was cleaning it out), it was getting to the point where lots of things were starting to go wrong pretty frequently. Sooo...I bought a car. A brand spankin' new Honda Fit.
It just might be the cutest car ever. And she's got more than looks, folks. Oh yes, we've got great gas mileage & safety ratings, and a price that won't break the bank. It's like that guy we all knew in high school (or girl. whatev.) who was SO cute AND smart AND nice AND you knew you could never have him. But then one day he turns to you and says "I really hate doing it this way, but my parents are really strict - if you will spend a hellish 8 hours of your life talking to sleazy people who will lie to you about my qualities, endlessly try to figure out what YOU will bring to the relationship, and then conveniently "forget" what they told you an hour later or get all upset when you call them out on their lies - well, then I'm all yours." Ok, so I guess that analogy doesn't really work, but you're picking up what I'm laying down, yeah?
I. HATE. BUYING. CARS.
I am not kidding, I spent 8 hours at the Honda dealership on Saturday. It is a VERY long story, which I'm not going to go into (mostly because it makes me angry), but suffice it to say that this experience has totally jaded my view of car salespeople. They were SO underhanded about everything and obviously assumed I was either going to be a) so giddy with excitement about actually seeing my "pretty new car" that I wouldn't notice it was missing half the things they flat out told me it had, or b) monumentally stupid and unobservant, despite the fact that they knew I have a Master's degree in a field where obsessive attention to detail is pretty much a requirement. (This wasn't rocket science, though, you guys. It's kind of obvious when a car does NOT have mudflaps on it (that you didn't want in the first place). Unless they're using those new, invisible mudflaps.)
BUT. After probably one of my most frustrating days on record, I ended up making a pretty good deal on the exact car I wanted. And I managed to keep my dad (who was along as moral supporter and general bullshit detector) from blowing through the roof of the place somewhere around the 7th hour. I took him to the local brewery for dinner as a thank you. Somewhere around the end of the second beer I think his blood pressure began to return to normal.
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