No wonder I have stalkers, I'm the next Paula Dean!

So yesterday when I went to the gym, this lady decided to stalk me. When I came in this lady was on a treadmill in front of me. About 5 minutes later, she was on the elliptical trainer next to me (no, not one over or on the same row, but the one right next to me). After about 30 minutes of that I went over to the other side of the gym to find the cross ramp machine. 25 minutes later, as I was getting off the cross ramp, I turn around to find the stalker on the machine right behind me. Now I realize I'm dead sexy in my workout clothes and with sweat dripping down my face, but there's a time and a place for these kinds of things!

Today after my workout, I helped my mom in the kitchen with the Thanksgiving preparations. My true intention was to distract her from her ridiculous idea of cleaning upstairs while the carpet cleaners were working downstairs. It was just plain crazy talk! So, being the wonderful daughter that I am, I selflessly offered my vast cooking knowledge and skills to her. (For those of you who may not be aware, if an item requires anything beyond sticking it in the oven or the microwave, I probably haven't got a clue how to prepare it. I am, however, very proud of my recently aquired skill to cook potatoes in the oven. It's my first non-frozen item!) When she took me up on my offer to help, I very quickly informed her that if whatever I helped with turned out to be good, I was taking full credit for it tomorrow, but if it turned out bad, it was going to be all her fault. So, recipe in hand, I let my mother know which ingredients I needed. "I need 3 eggs beaten. Are those beaten? Are you sure? It looks like you just swirled them around in that bowl with a fork. Doesn't beating require more than that? It just looks like slime, beating implies suffering!" As the ingredients were added, I would stir. It turns out I'm a very good stirrer with a very short attention span. I was stirring something on the stove, but I was concerned that the pot was sloshing around on the burner. So, in my infinite wisdom, I put on an oven mit so I could hold the pot and it wouldn't burn my hand. Smart right? I thought so too. About five minutes later, I was staring out the window while I stirred, thinking about how glad I was that I had put the oven mit on because even with it on, my hand was really warm. About that time my mother came over and told me I should prolly turn the burner off under the pot and take off my oven mit since it was on fire.

Tomorrow really should be an adventure. We aren't sure which dish is short a stick of butter, but I'm sure it will be the one that is left after tomorrow's eat-athon.

Movie quote of the day:
"You never told me about your cat milking days in Motown."

Miss Kristin Goes to Lackland

It's been a few days since I blogged because I went down to Lackland Air Force Base to see Casey graduate from basic military training. I arrived Thursday afternoon and watched them march in and do some little flag folding ceremony, and then we were able to eat dinner and visit with her for a couple of hours. On Friday was the actual graduation ceremony, after which we got to see her dorm. Then Friday night she and I went with several of the people from her graduating class to see the Olympic gymnastics team perform at the SBC Center in San Antonio. It was really kind of neat to be that close to Olympic champions. The next day Casey was in a little bit of a bad mood. Apparently, when she got back to the dorm on Friday night she found that her dorm-mates that stayed behind from the gymnastics deal decided it would be the perfect night to do laundry so she had to stay up for 2 hours folding clothes the "correct" way. Then she found out she had dorm guard when it really wasn't her turn. So basically she only got 3 hours of sleep on Friday night and she was irritated (and rightly so) about the dorm guard mix up. On Saturday we went to lunch at Olive Garden and then caught the Spongebob movie. After that I headed back so that I could be home for church on Sunday.

Some things I noticed about Casey:
-I have never seen Casey eat like I saw her eat this weekend. Thursday she had a chicken sandwich, fries, and split a brownie sundae with me. Friday I was with her for 2 meals. She had a chicken sandwich, french fries, milk duds, a chocolate orange, a personal pan pizza, chesse sticks, and a cup of ice cream. Saturday she had part of an appetizer, salad, breadsticks, 3/4 of her raviolis, a piece of lemon cream cake, and 2 boxes of milk duds. They didn't have much time to eat for the past six weeks so it was a welcome opportunity.

-She now stands "at ease" all the time (hands behind her back) and cuts her corners sharply when she walks. Plus, now she actually wants to walk places. I never thought the day would come when she would want to walk instead of drive anywhere. I know that day certainly hasn't come for me!

-Government issue glasses are beyond nerdy. They have big thick brown frames and I have yet to see them be sexy on anyone. Luckily she gets her civilian glasses back when she gets to tech school.

-Other than the military lingo and her resting stance, she's still the same cool gal I've known for several years which was comforting. Plus I was really proud of her for making it through basic. I know it couldn't have been easy and I definitely couldn't have done it so she totally has my respect for completing it. She seems really happy so I'm happy for her, and I keep praying that she will remain safe.

Overall it was a really great weekend. I was totally excited to see her and I can't wait to see her again at Christmas.

Random thought:
"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything."
Muhammad Ali

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Eliza Dushku Stole Her Brother's Agent

While my mother did trick me into going to the gym at 5am again today, I felt a little bit better to find out that I'm not the only one who isn't completely with it at 5am. When we arrived at the gym, I hopped out of the car and walked around to meet my mother. I get around the car and she goes "Kristin! I forgot to put on my tennis shoes!" She had driven to the gym in her house shoes. Luckily, we were meeting my father there and he had an extra pair of shoes in his car.

My mother and I had planned to sneak out and go see The Polar Express today, even though we were really supposed to wait and go with everyone. We looked at the times yesterday and it was supposed to start at 12:30. So my mom stopped and picked up some Chick-Fil-A Chargrilled Chicken sandwiches to sneak in to the theatre. When we get to the theatre, it says the movie doesn't start till 1:30. So, we sit in the car and eat the sandwiches and then go inside and hang out in the theatre. We decided it was our punishment for trying to be sneaky. As we were going into the theatre, I stopped at the concession stand and got a couple drinks and some twizzlers. After about 30 minutes of waiting, my mom sent me back out for popcorn and a pickle. The guy was giving me a funny look when I came back because he had helped me the first time so I decided it was the appropriate time to trade movie trivia facts with him since I had now seen all the trivia at least twice. He already knew that Charlie Sheen wrote a book of poetry.

The Polar Express was a great movie, by the way. The animation was amazing and I highly reccommend all of you go see it. If you do go see it, pay attention to the main little girl. There is something seriously not right about the way her mouth moves.

Also, I went to see Bridget Jones 2 on Friday. It was only a limited release this week so I had to go to the really big theatre to see it. I had planned on going to see the 8pm movie and going to workout afterwards. Of course, by the time I found a parking spot the show was sold out. So, I trekked back out to my car and went back to workout before the movie. FYI, the health club is empty on Friday nights. Apparently they all have this thing called a "life" that gives them better things to do than work out on Friday nights. Crazy thought, I know. After working out, went back and caught the 10pm showing. It was hysterical. Two thumbs up, 5 stars, and all that. However, I do suggest you watch the first Bridget Jones movie prior to viewing the sequel or you'll miss a few parts.

Random thought:
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"
-John Greenleaf Whittier

Call me Mr. Lamb Fries!

I found out today that my mother is a sneaky person. All week we've been getting up at 5 am to go workout and then I come back to sleep for about 4 more hours. Yesterday morning was absolutely horrible so I told her "For the record, I want to sleep in tomorrow" while we were driving home. So I slept for a few more hours and then went about my daily routine of computer games and Gilmore Girls. By 7 pm, I had completely forgotten how torturous it was to be up at 5 am so when she asked me if I wanted to get up early to workout today and then spend all day in bed watching tv, I of course said yes. Needless to say, when 5 am came around this morning, I was very quickly reminded how unpleasant 5 am actually is.

I also received a call from Accenture today. (Accenture is my future place of employment.) They said they have a start date for me in January and it's going to be in Dallas!! That was the exciting news for the day.

We're having a Funny Farm moment in my neck of the woods. In case you didn't know, Funny Farm is a Chevy Chase movie from the 80's. I highly reccommend it. Anyway, there are some characters in the movie who steal street signs, including stop signs. We have some copycat sign stealers here. There are some fairly pointless stop signs on the road to my health club. Apparently, somebody is sick of stopping there. Earlier this week, they stole not only one of the stop signs, but also the sign that warns of the upcoming stop sign. I'll never understand why anyone would report something like that to the city, but they did and the stop sign has been back for about a day or two. Since stealing the sign obviously wasn't getting the point across that the signs were unnecessary, the culprits have notched up their efforts. Today on our way to the health club, we came up on the stop signs to find one of them had been mowed down with a vehicle and now sits flush with the ground. It's really quite a predicament. My mother can't decide if it's still a valid stop sign if it's laying on the ground facing the sky instead of the street. I told her to consider it a warning sign for any rouge planes that are thinking of taking a shortcut to China in that exact spot. They're going to have to stop at the intersection just like the rest of us.

My blog posts will probably remain a little irregular for the next week or so. Our DSL ready date has been pushed back until the 18th due to hardware problems in our area. Till then I'm stuck with my fickle WiFi.

Movie quote of the day:
The first sex I had on my honeymoon, was with a man named Santino.

Dear Internet, how do I love thee, let me count the ways...

Look who's back! After nearly a week of no internet, I'm finally back. We've had about 15 minute intervals of internet service for the past couple of days, and now it appears that the antenna that receives our WiFi signal has made a miraculous recovery. Of course, we've already ordered Verizon DSL that will be active on Wednesday so alot of good it does us now.

So several things have happened over the past week. I've been doing a relatively good job of staying on my workout schedule, but I'm starting to lose interest. My mother and I apparently have a 6th sense when it comes to getting dressed to go workout. See, she leaves at about 7:45 in the morning, which of course is before I'm even close to consciousness, and returns at 9:30 to pick me up to go workout. She gets dressed for the workout before she leaves in the morning and I'm sitting downstairs, ready to go, when she gets back. Keep in mind, my mother and I go buy a lot of our workout clothes together, and if one of us picks up some cute pants, the other has to get a pair too. It just wouldn't be fair if one of us looked cuter than the other. So, we have a few pairs of pants that are identical. This past week alone, 3 of the 5 days that we worked out, we were wearing identical pants. We either look too cute or too retarded, we haven't decided which yet.

We actually got up early to workout today, 5am if you can believe it. I'm not a big fan of the morning workout crowd. There are these two women that just nearly drove me insane. I was on this machine called the "Cross Ramp" and there was a woman on the other Cross Ramp next to me. Apparently, she and her friend were feeling indecisive so she would do 5 minutes on the Cross Ramp while her friend did 5 minutes doing something else, and then they'd switch! After they did this about 5 times, I was really feeling irritated. I mean, do they REALLY think that 5 minute intervals is gonna do anything? It's like they don't have the attention span to do one machine at a time, but they are deathly afraid that someone will take their precious machine. They had it staked out with sweatshirts and water bottles. Honestly now, what kind of person wears a sweatshirt to work out in??? A glutton for punishment maybe, but definitely not me.

I also received a special delivery from a secret admirer this past week. My mother thought it was from Bacehlor B and that he was trying to get back with me. I had to inform her that Bachelor B doesn't put that much effort into anything.

Since I was internet-less for the past week, I was *forced* to buy Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 to keep me entertained. I've also now built up 3 generations of Sims in Sims 2 and I've started building cute little track homes! Suburbia is invading!

I did have the opportunity to go see "The Incredibles" the day it opened. Let me just say, this movie was great! I always love Pixar films because the quality is astounding and the humor can be appreciated by young and old alike. I can't wait until I get to see it again. My brother and his girlfriend came with my mother and me to see it. He really has been just almost insufferable for the past couple of weeks. He treats his girlfriend like dirt, and I don't think he realizes that he could do much much worse in the way of girlfriends. He's a major middle child syndrome victim and he likes to throw little tantrums. For example, he told me he didn't care if I helped him with a puzzle he was working on. So the other day I sat down when I was bored and put in about 20 pieces in this 1000 piece puzzle. Not a huge contribution, but I felt I had done my part. I walk by later that day and he goes "You did my puzzle." I look and he has actually taken out all the pieces I put in. Let me remind you, he's 21 years old. What a baby.

Well, the internet man will be back soon so I had better go for now. I may try to write some more later today. Ta ta for now!

Random thought:
It just feels wrong to walk out of Target without a plastic bag full of goodies in my hand.

Look what a "secret admirer" sent me during my week of bein internet-less.