Friday, April 29, 2011

The Royal Wedding!

I can say some of the most off the wall things sometimes. Mind you, this is when I'm sober. But, when I get a little bit--and I do mean a little bit of alcohol is in me, there's no telling what will roll off my tongue (or fingers). Hence, the "random/randomness" disclaimers all the damn where. 

Facebook, Oh how I love thee.

Please enjoy this status conversation.

Status: They wear hats in England! That's fancy

Amanda: They were required to wear those today. Lol!

Me: Saweet! I love the classic classy look. If only America was...(I'll end my sentence here).

Amanda: Lmao! I know right!

Tom:  Hey. I wanted to bring the Lincoln hat back. But I was criticized.

 Me: That lady with that salmon colored hat that looks like a satellite dish is fly!...Tom, I dare you! Lol!

Tom: You dare me, huh? Hmmm. Lol!

Me: And I want a picture of you with it on your head in a 8x10 picture frame. Give it to me in 2013 during our 10 year high school reunion. You have T minus two years. GET ON IT!!

Tom: Hey. I am a man of my word.. And when I find a Lincoln hat you will be the first one to know. You have a deal, 'Krissy'. 8x10.  Its on.

Me: Saweet! (Tom Likes)

Shannon: Omg. Lmao. Smdh. Just in case you didn't understand, I'll decode that for you: Oh my Gosh. Laughing my ass off. Shaking my damn head.

Meanwhile during a new status update...

Status: ['Krissy']...is suddenly inspired to buy a fancy grandma church hat

Tom: Now see. We're going to have to exchange pics now. Its the only fair thing to do. Lol!

Me: Hmm..Fine. You win this round. But next time I'm coming full force.

Tom: Thanks for the warning :)

Me: Hey! Anytime ;)

Back to the original post: (They wear hats in England! That's fancy)

Me: You want in, Shannon?

Shannon: No. I ain't wearing no damn hat! My damn head is too damn big for that shit. Lmfao. Once more. I'll decode that for you: Laughing my fuckin' ass off. (I Like)

Me: Why did you just remind me of my mom when you said that?.. Fine. You can just sit on the sidelines while me and Tom have all the fun. (Shannon Likes)

Tom: Hey, Shay Shay. Then why don't you rock the eye monocle? Lmfao. You should know what Lmfao is by now. Shame on you if you don't. (I Like)

Me: Good idea! And a cane. You know you'll look hella good rockin' a oak stick.

Shannon: I kinda like all the big ass colorful bows they are rockin to the side with the 1980's tooling in their face. (I like)

Tom: Lmao. Yea. And if anyone talks back, you can just use your cane. Lol!

Me: I mean, from a far and with a little (maybe a lot) of alcohol in the system, hats look kinda silly. I mean really. You're decorating your head. What point is that serving? Its like sitting in front of a dead tree watching the lights flash during the winter holiday (known as Christmas).

Tom: Lol! Like the hat Posh is wearing. Wtf is that? Here I am to save the day again. Tom says: What the fuck is that?

Me: I know! Why is it on her damn forehead?

Tom: Idk. Its all kind of dumb and kind of cool I guess. For 'ol times sake: Idk translates into; I don't know.

Me: Agreed!

Tom: Omg! These hats are just obnoxious. Lol!

Me: Attack of the Hats: 2011

If you payed close attention, you could see how we had a strong love for hats in the beginning of the conversation down to hating the inner most fibers of them towards the end of the conversation.

We still love you England! (even though we have a funny way of showing it) :)

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Since When Does Being a Server in a Restaurant Equal being a Mind Reader?

Table 31 was my first table to be sat on Easter Sunday. There was a husband and wife couple. I greeted them with a warm "Hi. How are you two doing today? My name is 'Krissy'. I'll be your server. Can I get you two started on any drinks?" They ordered the typical water and iced tea while they waited for their daughter and grand daughter to arrive to the restaurant. I asked the couple if I could get drinks for the other two in their party while they waited for them. Liking my suggestion, they both agreed to get them both waters.

Upon my arrival with the drinks, I noticed the wife looking fatigued. After placing both of their drinks down, I looked directly at the wife asking her how her day was going. Mid sentence the child cup tilted over on my tray and begin leaking fluids. I quickly picked it up stopping the drainage and handed it to the husband that was sitting next to her in the aisle seat. I guess he had butter fingers because he dropped the cup on the table allowing the cup to spill all of its contents. My thought process:

"Oh. They'll be fine. There's a lid on it. It's not like the water is going to spill everywh--. Oh my gosh! The water is all over the table. Shit! I need a towel."

Thanks to my wickly quick reflexes, I quickly whipped out my "butt towels". I used one butt towel to wipe the water off of the fux wood floor and the other to wipe off the polished fux wood table. I wasn't able to get all the water up with my linen since they aren't designed to soak liquids. Their soul purpose is to protect our hands while delivering hot plates. Anyhoo, the water spill distracted from my attempt to come off as I cared about her day. Stupid spill.

After that little debacle, dinner service went as planned. Until I dropped off their bill. After about two minutes or so I come back to gather their payment. The wife starts to give me the third degree.

"Why is there a charge on here for a 10oz Ribeye? I ordered an 11oz Sirloin. I have a cholesterol problem. I can't eat Ribeyes blah blah blah..."

And there I was giving her the Bambi eyes while secretly scanning the table for any trace of cow carcass. Her plate was licked clean. Let's assume this lady does have a cholesterol problem. Wouldn't you think she would be aware of what she was eating? There's nowhere in my introduction where I ask about medical history.

I always apologize on my behalf of any wrong doings. This was not my fault. I stood there in silence shocked over what I was hearing. What the fuck! There this lady was barking at me because I didn't know her Do's and Don'ts of consumption. I nicely whipped out my note pad and read off their entire order. Her daughter that was sitting across from her sided with me and was telling her she ate the Ribeye and to just stop the debate and pay me. Her daughter was the only one at that table that had any kind of sense. Sorry, lady. You fail.

The moral of the story: Don't assume your server is your personal mind reader. In the end, you look like the ass.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Dear, Readers

First of all, I would like to say thanks to all of you for stopping by to take time out to read my blog. I never expected to see so many page views and comments this week. You'll never know how much I appreciate having you here and in return how appreciated your time here has made me feel.

Three months ago when I restarted this blog, my only intention was to pour my heart out onto these digital pages for self satisfaction. I never realized how big this would become (so far). In January, I was so overwhelmed with creativity and words that I literally felt the need to get these stories out of me or I would have bursted from the pressure. I've spent countless hours staying up until 4 AM pouring my heart out for no other reason than to blog. Words were flowing out of me like projectile vomit. Instead of making a mess of it by keeping it bottled in or tucked away in some diary that no one will ever read, I made it a beautiful work of art by sharing it with you all.

Second of all, how in the world did you find The Indiscriminate Chronicles of a Girl Named Krissy? I'm still the new kid on the block slowly trying to get my name out there. 134 page views in one day is a lot for me especially considering how I would barley break 20 a day. Now I have people stopping by all willy nilly leaving comments or what have you, making me feel good and stuff.

Finally, I've received an abundance of joy when I saw I had comments, the numbers in my reaction boxes going up, more page views in all my posts, and most importantly, new followers! Woo hoo! Don't stop what you're doing. Keep leaving your mark, people.

Even if no one leaves a comment or check the reaction boxes, I know you're all out there. But I'd prefer if you left your mark by leaving a comment and check the reaction boxes :)

Nonetheless, thanks!

Come back soon, ya hear?!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

One Tree Hill

Every Tuesday for as far as history dates back, my Nana would park herself in front of the TV, turn to the CW network and watch One Tree Hill. Much to her surprise, this Tuesday didn't exactly go according to plan.

I was in the kitchen making me a bowl of mashed 'tators with sour cream and Colby jack cheese. My Nana's husband was watching Family Feud, as he does every single day, and she was sitting in her comfy fux leather recliner reading The Good Book under the floor lamp.

As I was walking past them to get back into my bedroom to watch Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution, my Nana blurts out in excitement, "One Tree Hill comes on tonight." As my mind recalled, the program was coming on as their friend was leaving. If I was calculating correctly, that was quite some time ago. Right at that moment without any hesitation, I blurt out as I was walking past with my bowl of mashed 'tators. "Its already on." You would have thought she was getting electrocuted; and just like that, she jumped out of her seat, threw the The Good Book on the floor, asking where the remote was, and starts flipping out demanding her husband to hurry up to change the channel. Her husband shouts from the couch, "Why did you have to say that? 'Krissy', go to your room." I started laughing because I knew her husband was serious, even though he jokes around a lot and also because I wasn't expecting him to tell me to go to my room. I'm 25 years old. "Go to your room" aren't words one hears all willy nelly. All he wanted to do was watch Family Feud in peace. And I was also laughing because I knew he wasn't going to change the channel despite her demands that he does.

As I was in my room, I heard them in the living room going back and forth. It was like listing to the Great Debate. As she's telling him to change the channel, I butt in again (because that's all that I'm good for around here). "Its going off in ten minutes." Nana shouts out, "What! I thought I came on at 8:00 O'clock..." still trying to convince her husband to change the channel. Did he do it? Nope.

He's going back and forth telling her that there's no point. She's mourning the loss of her episode. And there I was, the instigator.

Ten minutes later...

Nana: "How can I watch One Tree Hill on the internet?"

She just couldn't let it go. Poor thing.

This Shorts Moment has been brought to you by Krissy

Post of no Defying Theme

How does one blog when one isn't inspired to? I'll tell you how. One will type randomness until one is contempt with oneself.



  • As a child I always wanted to become a Planeter following in the footsteps of Captain Planet. I was a huge fan.

  • My favorite color is purple because I never wanted to be like anyone nor did I want anyone to be like me.


    Back story:
    As my aunt Leigh and I were playing dolls (she's two years older than me, by the way) I announced to her that my favorite color was pink. She shouted out that her favorite color was pink too, immediately prompting me to change my favorite color to purple because as a four year old, purple was a hideous color and no one would ever like it in a million years. So that's what I did, leaving her to like pink and me to marry purple because Purple and I are quite an item these days.

  • Moscato is my favorite wine. Read here for details. There's a funny story of how I consumed my first alcoholic beverage at the age of nine. Blame my cousin for that premature exposure.

  • When I was in 8th grade I would tell all my classmates that I would own a white tiger when I was in my 20's. Do I own a white tiger? No. But I will own a white cat when I get my own apartment.

  • Right handed. But can also write with the left hand.

  • I love the 3's times tables and any number divisible by 3.

  • Favorite numbers are: 3, 9, 12, 18, 21, 24, and 32 (4x8).

  • I used to play an old computer game called Chip's Challenge. I starting playing in the 5th grade (1995-1996). It wasn't until the summer of 2001 that I got really serious with it. I played from sun up to sun down. The game had 149 levels. I skipped most of them because I copied the level codes from the internet.

  • Everyone says I act like my mom, sound like my mom, and have my moms manuisums. As a teenager, I would be offended by these remarks because, once again, I didn't want to be like anyone else and I would blurt out, "I look like me!" or "I sound like me!" or..yeah. That's pretty much it. Now that I'm older I embrace the likenesses. I'm just a better version of her. Haa! :)

  • I have a wacky sense of humor.

  • I want to name my first daughter after me. My real name is Kristi. I want to give my daughter Christee as her middle name.

  • I like sad songs for some odd reason. And I'm a happy-go-lucky type person. Oxymoron, right?

  • I can burp on command. A little trick I picked up in the 3rd grade.

  • Beyonce' is my favorite entertainer of all time.


  • I never know what day is, considering how I work two jobs. I wake up and go. That's my motto.

  • I think the iPhone 4 is the greatest thing to ever be invented!

  • I was once a Vegan for four months and I loved the lifestyle! Can't wait to get back to it 100%. I've been on and off for the past month or so.

  • I'm not like other chicks. I don't want a wedding. I just wanna run off to Vegas with my man and do the damn thing; gamble, and get chocolate wasted at the same time.

  • I used to play Mario 3 and Tekken 3 until I had blisters on my thumbs. I was a hardcore gamer back in the day.

  • Despite having the smallest purse known to mankind, I still have trouble finding what I need.

  • I can recite the alphabet backwards. True story.

  • I don't wanna blog anonymously anymore. Game Over!

For more randomness about yours truly, visit this post: 25 Random Facts

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Bad Influence

I ran and stood on the bottom of the stairs yelling up to my little cousin.

"Marie! Marie! Come here!"

Marie came running from the upstairs loft to the bottom of the stairs of where I was standing.

"Yeah?"

"What do you wanna go to QT for?"

"To get a bag of chips."

I looked over to my right staring into the kitchen. "There's two bags of chips right there and they're free."

Being the young thing that she is, she gave her famous innocent cheesy smile and kiddishly said, "I don't like those. I want hot Cheetos."

"Uh. Those are Cheetos and you can put hot sauce on it."

"But I don't want to put hot sauce on those." Still trying to be convincing. "Come on. Take me to QT."

"Why does it have to be QT? Why can't it be CVS, Walgreens, Circle K...?"

Still being the adorable little thing she is, Marie replies, "Oh. I never thought about that."

I chime in. "Because. You live on the other side of the railroad tracks."

In her highest pitch of voice, "Exactly!" vomits out of her mouth. "Now take me to QT."

There's something about this little girl always trying to get me to take her places. Everytime I see her she says "Take me to get some sushi." or "Take me to QT." or the never ending "Take me to Fry's." Do I ever take her? No. That's just who she is. My auto response is "How much money do you have?" her amount never changes. Its either "$1." or "$2." Other times she randomly shouts out "Let's make S'mores." I say, "We need ingredients. Do you have any 'S'mores' money?" and of course I get the "I have $1." One dollar isn't gonna buy a graham cracker. So, no we can't make S'mores this time, little girl.

Last year I made it a priority to do things with her and her little brother. We'd make Friday plans to do anything. My favorite was the time I went and brought the re-release of Disney's Alice in Wonderland. That Friday was a big deal. Marie and I went to Fry's and brought strawberries, a whole pineapple, seedless grapes, and a kiwi (even though I'm allergic to them). I love exposing her to new and different things. Turns out she loves the little fuzzy green fruit. We went home, washed and cut all the fruit and made this massive fruit salad. At that time I was working at Jason's Deli. I brought her a Kids Baked Potato. That thing is literally as big as my foot! And I wear a size 8 1/2 shoe. So you can only imagine how huge that Idaho potato is. It was loaded with butter, bacon, cheddar, and sour cream. Talk about nutrious and delicious. I ordered myself the turkey Muffaletta. If you've never had a Muffaletta I suggest you try one A.S.A.P. Earlier while I was at work that day, I brought their famous fruit dip to go with our fruit. That dip is a big deal. I know the ingrediants and I would spew them out to you, but I'm not at liberty to say what's exactly in it. I'll probably get sued or something for briefly mentioning it. This is America. We get sued over looking at someone the wrong way. Anyhoo...

We didn't go to QT...this time. Before she tried to run away from me I said, "Wait wait. Come here."

Looking daised and confused Marie collides with me. "What. What."

Going in close to her ear I began to whisper, "In ten years you'll be old enough to drink alcohol."

She started to giggle while covering her mouth. "I don't care." while still giggling.

"Yes you do. Its wonderful. Its wonderful."

I don't know what lead me to tell her about alcohol. I mean. Maybe I do. I did enjoy a glass of Moscato maybe a half hour to an hour before calling her down. But still. That was random. Even for me.

Its official. I'm a bad influence. The closer they are to 21, the more I speak of alcohol. I don't know. Its just in my wino nature.

This Shorts Moment has been brought to you by Krissy

Friday, April 15, 2011

Man Doesn't Order Fries At McDonald's, Accused Of Being An Alien

This feature blog comes straight from my cousins cranium. I don't know how he comes up with the things he does, but I find them hilarious!

If you'd like, check out an older post of his I featured a month ago: "Woman verbally assults man over carpenter jeans"

Enjoy!

Chandler, AZ – A community in one area of Chandler is in a state of shock and fear following one resident’s startling actions. Police officer Manny Cuffalots described the neighborhood and now the nation as being “all in a tizzy”.

The incident began at a local McDonald’s, where Chandler man Michael Hawkins went to have lunch on the afternoon of Friday, April 15, 2011. At approximately 3:38 pm (Officer Cuffalots insisted that it was NOT 3:37 pm), Hawkins proceeded to order. Sources say that Hawkins’ order was a Big Mac and a large sweet tea, and contained no trace of an order of fries.

Officer Cuffalots reported the following quote from Dee Nial, the employee who took Mr. Hawkins’ order that fateful afternoon – “When other patrons standing in line heard this outlandish order which clearly omitted a very important part of a McDonald’s experience, they all stopped what they were doing. Expressions of bewilderment and…honestly – FEAR, began washing over everyone’s face. No one could really believe what they were hearing…or more accurately, what they weren’t hearing.” Nial further explains, “I had one of those experiences where you just saw something happen – was even in the middle of it, involved and all – but just felt completely out of body as if you were watching a movie of you experiencing the event…I was totally freaked out.”

Nial goes on to say that after about 15 seconds of complete silence, an elderly woman lost the grip on her precious order of fries. “When those fries hit the floor, that’s when the chaos began.”

Alberta Usedbags-Sullivan, 78, had just ordered her #5 combo with fries and was on her way to a booth to enjoy her meal when she overheard Hawkins’ monstrous demand of a burger and a drink but no fries. When at last able to speak, Usedbags-Sullivan told reporters, “HUH?? WHAT’D YA SAY, SONNY?! Y’SAY ‘CANDLES LIVE IN CONDOMS’????!! OH….YOU SAID ‘CAN I GIVE A COMMENT!’ WHY CERTAINLY WHIPPERSNAPPER! I WAS STANDING HERE – I MEAN BENT OVER HERE GETTING A NAPKIN CLOTH AND BOUT’ TO GO SAT MYSELF DOWN OVER THERE AT THAT SEATING AREA OVER THERE…JUST RIGHT OVER THERE, Y’SEE! PAST THOSE OTHER SEATING AREAS…I REMEMBER WHEN ALLLLL OF THIS WAS JUST FARMLAND AS FAAAAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE. OF COURSE BACK IN THOSE DAYS, I COULD SEE! AND I BE JOHN BROWN…ALL THE THINGS I HAD DONE SEEN! THERE WAS FARMLAND AS FAAAAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE…AND…AND…UH….THERE WAS FARMLAND HERE Y’KNOW! FAAAAAAR AS THE EYE-“
We had to end the statement from Mrs. Usedbags-Sullivan. It goes on like that at some length.

Recollections from other patrons report that Usedbags-Sullivan dropped her order of fries from pure horror at what she had just (kinda heard…her hearing aid has been acting up apparently) heard. Sources say that she began screaming in sheer terror that she had dropped her fries on the floor. People began to panic at the sight of spilled french fries sprawled across the dirty tiled floor, its red with a yellow smiley face container lying emptied and barren. More victims began to cry out in dismay at the horrible scene unfolding, and began pointing hatred-filled fingers at Michael Hawkins.

Virginia Wigstrait, a customer, stated, “That, that….man was the cause of that nice old lady’s fries being destroyed! What kind of MAN would do something like that? What kind of red-blooded, one-leg-at-a-time-pants-put-on’er would make such an…unearthly order?”

Customer Harry Balsonya chimed in, “That boy ain’t right…” Balsonya then proceeded to narrow his eyes very thinly and chew on a piece of wheat he apparently had stored in his overalls.

According to sources, Mr. Hawkins tried to calm everyone down. A statement taken from him by Officer Cuffalots – “I knew this would happen. I knew that I was risking everything by going inside instead of using the drive-thru. At least if I had used the darn drive-thru, I could’ve sped off once I heard all the yells of terror. But after it all started, I tried to tell everyone that, look – I don’t HAVE to like McDonald’s Fries… I tried to tell them that its perfectly normal and that I do not have a disease, that I am not an escaped mental patient, and that I’m not a terrorist.”

Cuffalots stated that one response from the terrified crowd was “Is this Punk’d?”, and that when Hawkins stated that it was not, the chaos continued at a heightened level.

The accusations of Hawkins being alien came from 14 year old Chelsey Buttertails. “I know I'm young, but I never heard that kind of talk in my life…its’ always either you order a combo, or you order a burger and a drink….never a sandwich and a drink with no fries. It was as if he wasn’t even speaking a human language. That’s when I figured out that he couldn’t be human.” Buttertails sat on the ground, grabbed her legs up to her chest, and began rocking back and forth, then said “He must be an alien.”

Apparently at the time of the unfathomable event, Buttertails yelled out “ALIEN!!!” and the scared group of Chandler citizens became an angry mob fueled by fear of the otherworldly. Reports state that people began making crosses with their fingers and holding it up to Hawkins, tearing the seats from their immovable poles in the ground and hurling them at his head, and even pointing their fingers at him in the shape of a gun and yelling “PEW! PEW!”

One more disturbing report suggests that someone yelled out “Where’s Mulder and Scully!?!?!?”

After local authorities responded to disturbance calls, Hawkins was held at gunpoint by the responding officers.
Police Chief Bobby Busteurbals gave this statement to local news crews, “At 3:42 pm, my men and the whole lot of citizens and patrons on scene witnessed Mr. Michael Hawkins levitate from the ground and fly off into the sky at the speed of a locomotive. It is by these accounts that we have determined that Mr. Hawkins is not a human being, but some sort of alien. His non-french fry ordering behavior was correctly analyzed as non-human, and we are all lucky he is gone. However, we now know that the threat is very real. There are unexplained beings among us. We must not panic, but the fear is inevitable. May God have mercy on us all.”

Chief Busteurbals has declared the city of Chandler under a state of marshall law. Any and all McDonald’s orders will now be monitored and recorded by the FBI. There will be further actions taken by the CIA per president Obama’s orders. A warning has gone out that any suspicious McDonald’s French Fry related behavior will result in immediate detainment, questioning, and “whatever else we gotta do” stated Busteurbals.

When asked what justifies as suspicious behavior, Chief Busteurbals simply said, "Just make sure you order the (expletive) fries."

One source asked to be unnamed gave an alternate take of this story’s ending, “Hawkins didn’t “fly away”…what happened was someone almost dropped their fries again and everyone looked toward that person in genuine concern….Hawkins took that opportunity to run away as fast as he could. Everybody is scared, though…and when people are scared, they make up stuff…stuff that ain’t even happen…but you’re so scared that it seems true to you…and you go along with it. So that’s why they say he flew away… I don’t know WHAT that guy is…but he’s something different alright. You don’t NOT like McDonald’s french fries. You just don’t.”

In related news, it was discovered that that whole McDonald’s and its surrounding area used to be all farmland as far as the eyes could see.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Popsicles!

So there I was just minding my own business reading Yahoo! News when I came across this story about kid inventors (which could be read here). One story featured an eight year old Abbey Fleck who invented the Makin' Bacon Dish with her dad back in 1991. Impressive. But that wasn't the "got cha!" moment that struck me. The "got cha" moment that struck me was the story about how the Popsicle was invented. Once again, not the "got cha" for me. The "got cha" for me was how the name Popsicle came to be. The name is just figgin' brilliant! 

Ok. Here's the story...

Sometimes inventions by kids are amazing technological innovations and sometimes they're just plain practical ideas that make you wonder, "Why didn't I think of that?"

The Popsicle, that staple of summer, was created in 1905 by 11-year-old Frank Epperson -- by accident! Epperson had left a mixture of powdered soda, water and a stick in a cup on his porch overnight -- and it was a cold night. He woke up the next morning and it was a frozen treat on a stick.

He initially called it the "Epsicle," which was quite popular with the other kids at school and later his own kids. They kept asking for "Pop's 'sicle" and that, Jimmy, is how the Popsicle was born. He got a patent on it in 1923 and then sold the rights to a bigger company. Today, the brand is owned by Unilever and they sell more than two billion Popsicles every year.

Here's another fun fact: The double Popsicle was invented during the Depression so two children could share it and it would only cost one nickel.

Just like I said, friggin' brilliant! 

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Littlest Apartment

Any apartment complex that advertises $475 a month as rent will certainly without a doubt catch my attention. However, the petite 418 Sq. Ft. layout has its flaws in more ways than one.

Picture this!

This place has to be the same size as my Nana's three car garage. Just imagine it. To the right (on the 2/3 two car part section) is where the kitchen and living room is. The kitchen takes up the entire back wall. Alright. Nuff said about that. To divide the two is a built in kitchen table. Ok, architects. I'll give you your props. That was a cute add on feature you guys have there. Then there's the living room. Nothing to it. Its just there. To the left (the 1/3 space) is the bedroom separated by french doors. The restroom is immediately off of the bedroom and the walk in closet is to the left of that.

Can any of you see yourself living in a shoe box like that? Welp, I don't know about you all, but I know I can. I told the leasing agent how much it looks like a city apartment. That was a compliment by the way. The place doesn't come with central air to keep me cool during the harsh Arizona summers; only two strategically placed wall cooling units. Even though I don't watch much TV, I noticed that there isn't much room to place one. Nor a computer desk. With the lack of space I figure I'll save on a dining room set. And probably a TV. Hmm..come to think of it, I'll be saving a hell of a lot of money a month on rent too.

I know I'll be bored there. That's a bad thing, right?

Its not much. You get what you pay for. I figure I gotta start off somewhere. I'm ready to get my independent living on.

To see what I'm talking about click on this link.

Just in case you're concerned, no I didn't sign anything. I'm just getting some ideas going. There's plenty of nice cheap places to live. It's just that I prefer to live in Chandler. Its clean, the white person to minority ratio is high, so you know what that means; its a nice city that's what it means. And I like white people. Both of my jobs are in Chandler and I've had my eye on Chandler for the past three years. I love it there. On the flip side, Chandler is expensive and I would have to double or even triple my income to live there.

Mesa on the other hand. Arg! Ok. Don't get me wrong. I love the Hispanics. I really do. They're sweet lovable lively people. I love their native tongue, they party hard, and the carne asada is the bomb! But since that's where they all live, the city is considered 'low income'. The perks of Mesa is that there isn't a grocery tax and its also close to my home; Tempe Marketplace. But that's besides the point. The rest of Arizona charges 2% for groceries. What the hell is up with that anyway? Anyhoo..The rent is also cheap which also means a larger square footage. How-ever, Mesa is hella far from Chandler. Ok. Its only about 15 minutes. But still. I don't want to have to commute down the crowded US 60 to get to the other crowded Loop 101 or the crowded I-10 just to get to and from work. Let's say I do decide to live in a cramped apartment in Chandler. I'll only have to deal with the Loop 202. And as I know, the Loop 202 is never jammed packed. Unless its Rush Hour that is. The other two freeways are jammed packed All. The. Time! But then again, I wouldn't need the freeway. Everything is within miles of each other. Hmm...

I'm interested in seeing where I'll end up.

This is gonna be fun.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Oxymorons

1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?
2. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?
3. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?
4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?
5. Why do we say something is out of wack? What is a wack?
6. Why does “slow down” and “slow up” mean the same thing?
7. Why does “fat chance” and “slim chance” mean the same thing?
8. Why do “tug” boats push their barges?
9. Why do we sing “Take me out to the ball game” when we are already there?
10. Why are they called “stands” when they are made for sitting?
11. Why is it called “after dark” when it really is “after light”?
12. Doesn’t “expecting the unexpected” make the unexpected expected?
13. Why are a “wise man” and a “wise guy” opposites?
14. Why do “overlook” and “oversee” mean opposite things?
15. Why is “phonics” not spelled the way it sounds?
16. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?
17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
18. Why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?
19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?
20. Why is bra singular and panties plural?
21. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?
22. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?
23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?
24. Why do we wash bath towels? Aren’t we clean when we use them?
25. Christmas – What other time of the year do you sit in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of your socks? 

Keep the cycle going. List 25 oxymorons you could think of. It's not as easy as it looks.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

...Put Some Mustard on it

Its 4 PM on a Saturday afternoon and I finally decide to come out of my room from hiding.

I head to the kitchen to reheat some leftovers from Outback Steakhouse. I turned on the oven to reheat my Bloomin' Onion. While I had that going, I placed my styrofoam container in the microwave to reheat my grilled Mahi with artichoke, chives, and sun dried tomato topping and seasoned rice.

Since the moment I had a rude awakening at 10 AM (four-ish hours of sleep at that point), my Kenny and I have been texting back and forth non-stop. Mainly because I didn't get any sleep the night before because my insomnia decided to come back full force to kick my butt and I was in Zombie Mode. When I'm on the verge of no return my speech becomes unrecognizable. And froggy in my opinion.

As I was eating my meal, I go to check the Bloomin' Onion in the oven and my wrist catches the top fold of the pan I have it reheating in. That mofo was hot! I was a little pissed because I'm accident prone when it comes to the kitchen. On the flipside, I'm a kitchen pro. But despite my high culinary skill I'm always getting burnt with something. Never fails.

During all of this, Kenny and I are in a hot conversation about how we want to raise our kids Vegan and we somehow got on the topic of the United States Government. We're weird like that. Like I mentioned before, we have lots in common. We think the same. So...yeah. That was the hot topic.

After I was done eating I went to the living room to finish watching Dan in Real Life that was playing on Lifetime. It was then that I informed Kenny of my injury.

"Baby, I burned my wrist about a half hour ago. I'm in agony."

"Put some mustard on the burn. That should help."

"Mustard? That's a lie."

"Nope. It works for me."

"Its not a serious burn. I just seared the first layer of skin."

"Mustard. Trust me."

"But I eat mustard....and all we have is Honey Mustard."

"That will work. Put some on and wait a minute then tell me what you think."

"Ok. But that requires me getting up and walking to the kitchen. I'm stupid lazy right now. Zero hours of sleep created this."

"Aw! I don't like my baby feeling like this ;("

"Aw!, Kenzy. Thanks for your compassion. Your baby will be alright after several hours of sleep. I dig that face you made, by the way. Hella sexy!"

Then he went off on a tangent about another subject matter.

So, a half hour goes by and I go to the kitchen to make a snack: a sliced Granny Smith Apple with smooth Jif peanut butter. Best snack God ever invented! While I was in the kitchen "Put some mustard on it" kept repeating in my head. And as fate would have it, that's exactly what I did. The mustard felt good at first because it was so cold on my hot burn. But after awhile the mustard started to dry up and stink. The dried mustard in the crease of my wrist was getting in between me and my snack. I couldn't enjoy snacking with the faint smell of mustard lingering. Buzz kill!

Here it is six hours since the honey mustard made contact with my skin and I can still smell it. It reminds me of burning hair relaxer. Ugh!

Kenny, never again. How does it feel to know that you ruined the relationship between me and mustard? No bueno.

This simi-Shorts Moment has been brought to you by Krissy.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Insomniac

You might be asking yourself why I'm up at 4 AM typing a blog. Well, the truth is that I'm an insomniac and I generally don't fall asleep until the wee hours of 3:30 AM or 6:00 AM.

Rough, right?

Not really. Being up during this time of night is relaxing for me because all the hassle and bustle has settled and it gives me a chance to focus on my writing. Well, not so much writing as it is blogging. The silence gives me even more reason to focus on the delightful composed inbox I enjoy typing for my Kenny on Facebook.

Why?

Because that's what we do. We have our daily Facebook inbox pow-wows as I mentioned in this blog.

Three years ago when I first moved to Arizona, I purchased my Flamingo Pink Dell Inspirion 1525, for one purpose. That purpose was to type my manuscript for my first novel. I found that I work better during the wee hours of the night. I was driven to become a novelist. But, as life would have it, things happened, as mentioned here, and I developed writer's block for the better part of three years. Every now and then I'd go back and read all the drifts I prepared and shake my head at the regress I made. I promised myself that I would be published one day. I just have to get married first. Marriage is my evil plan at getting back for all the time I lost. MuHAHAHAaaaaaH!

Oh...(looking around embarrassed) You're still here.

(clearing throat)

Being up this late gets lonely. There really isn't anyone to talk to. Luckily, five days a week I have my Kenny by my side to talk to. When I say 'by my side' I mean by text or telephone. We're currently in a long distance relationship. So, it's literally impossible to be physically side-by-side. We talk through out the night seeing as how he works midnights. We're on the same sleeping schedule. It all just kind of works out if you ask me. But don't ask. I just gave you the answer, remember? However, for those other two days a week, it's just me. It usually ends with me staring at the walls listening to iTunes trying to get myself to blog or pre-sleeping. Sometimes both. Pre-sleeping is a word me and my Kenny came up with to describe one who has fallen asleep before ones bedtime. Sort of a nap before going to bed. So far, I'm the pre-sleep champ of the year. Damn proud of it!

Hmm..Just Googled pre-sleep. Looks like the word already exist. However, the scientific definition differs from ours.

What was I talking about, again?...Oh! As you can tell, today is one of his off days. Otherwise, I would've been pre-sleeping, sleep, or blogged earlier.

I usually enjoy a glass or two or three of Moscato during my Blog Nights. Sorry to break it to you, but this isn't one of those nights. I chose to go with water tonight. I don't know why that is. It just sort of happened. Water sucks! My creative juices aren't buzzed.

Oh crap. I'm sleepy.

Talk amongst yourselves. I'll be back in the afternoon.

UPDATE: Facebook status 3/26/11: "Yup! I got no hours of sleep. Its official. I'm a zombie."

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The irritating truth: Itchy Nipples


Disclaimer for male readers: Don't judge me. You have nipples too. The only difference is that mine have an actual function other than just being affixed to my chest. And most importantly, they have been itchy for weeks! I apologize in advance for alienating you and making you feel weird inside. Please don't leave me! 

I'm a curious person by nature. I spend a lot of time researching things that wouldn't normally appeal to the average human being like: the normal growth cycle of a hair, the stars and consolations, PBS for all my documentary needs, snooping through Google Earth to visit home whenever I'm feeling homesick and reminisce about the good old days, the origins of Alice in Wonderland, and my most recent quest, itchy nipples. I'm a closet geek. You get the idea.

Well, today my curiosity lead me to one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world, Google, and I opened up to him about a personal issue that I'm having the delight in experiencing for the past month or so. Well, Google being the sweetheart that he is, told his friend, Answers.com, about me looking to help a good old friend out. Answers got in contact with me a short time later and we had a little pow-wow about my epidermal issues. This is how the conversation went.


Q: What can cause itchy nipples?


A: There are a number of reasons for this. Some might be:


Your period might be arriving soon. Um. No. As a matter of fact I just took care of that little problem less than 48 hours ago. But thanks for reminding me of my dreadful time of the month.

The skin is dry. Try using some moisturiser
. See. That would be a wonderful suggestion. Only I've been using Nivea Lotion; the thickest moisturiser I own, plus Vaseline. And as we all know, Vaseline cures everything. Jonhson & Johnson's baby oil with aloe vera and vitamin E is another good contender. Yet, I end up with the same result a few hours later. I even had to bring my buddy Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula into the equation and I only bring him out for rare special occasions. Its plain to see that nothing works! What else do you propose?

Pregnancy. If it is possible, take a pregnancy test. Wow! Now you're just thinking out of your ass. Are you even listening to yourself? I just told you I just got off my period. Do you really think I just ran out of here and got pregnant that quick?! Geeze! (paused to rethink the line of questioning) Come to think about it, pregnancy has nothing to do with moisturiser at all. Use your logics. 

Your breast are growing. Ha! Now you're talkin'! Bigger boobs! I bet my Kenny would love that. (shouting to the other room) 'You hear that, baby?! I'm getting bigger boobs!'. Yeah right. As if I need them any bigger.

I don't see why you call yourself Answers. You sure as hell didn't give me any.

Thanks for nothing. Back to self medicating and suffering I go.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Cake!

I've been working for the grocery store for four months as of last week. It doesn't take much skill to operate a register. That's why I do the things I do. I get in, get out, and go home.

In the four months I been working there I learned how to run U-Scan in 15 minutes shortly after the Holiday Season. At that point, I was working for the company a little over a month and I mastered it. However, with my manager being the sweet little flamboyant thing that he is, he signed me up to take a U-Scan training class for today.

I arrived there five minutes late. That goes without saying. The training store was two miles further than my home store and I underestimated the time it took to drive to that location from my house. Look at you. You thought I was talkin' about BP Time. Shame on you. Anyways, when I got there I didn't know where to go for the training so I approached the manager that was bagging on a check lane.
"Excuse me. Are you the manager?"
"Yes."
"I'm here for a U-Scan training class. I don't know where to go. Can you tell me where the training room is?"
"Yes. It's right through that hallway and up the stairs." I didn't see any 'right through that hallway' from where I was standing and I can't read pointing fingers, so I interrupted him.
"I'm sorry. Where is the hallway?"
He pointed again. "Right over there and up the stairs."
I stopped him again. "I'm sorry. Where?"
He pointed again. "Right through there and up the stairs."
That guy obviously didn't see the point I was trying to make. How about 'Go past the plants and the hall will be immediately to your right. The stairs are at the end of the hall and the training room is the third door to the right.' I don't know where that guy learned how to give directions, but the person who taught him needs to be fired. I was about to ask him where I was supposed to clock in before I walked away, but I was too frustrated with him by that point and just said, "Forget it." as I walked away.

Needless to say, I successfully made it up the stairs. Once up there, I was lost. Dude didn't give me any type of direction whatsoever. To my right was a long hallway; to my left was the employee Mens Restroom and directly in front of me was the employee Ladies Restroom. I thought to myself, "This looks just like the training store in Mesa. If its anything like that store, then the training room is right through this door." I was wrong. I ended up wondering into the break room. But not just any break room. I wondered into a break room that had a sheet cake. But not just any sheet cake. Birthday cake! If anybody knows anything about me they know that I love me some cake. Birthday sheet cake is my favorite. I walked up to it to see what flavor it was. Chocolate/vanilla marble cake with crazy air brushed red, white, blue, and green vanilla frosting with colorful sprinkles. The cake was presliced and I already had the piece I wanted picked out in my head. That's right. The corner. I slowly but surly snapped out of my sugar fantasy and found my way to my training class without any help from Dumb Ass downstairs.

While I was sitting at the table listening to the trainer talk all I could think about was having a slice of cake. A fat thought. I know. But I loves me some cake. You just don't know.

The trainer had me and the two other employees on the computer doing some online modules. Somewhere between starting the modules and taking our break I brought up the fact that there's cake in the break room. No one acknowledged what I was saying.

Before I could complete the first module, I was nodding off like I had just took NyQuil. Its something about placing me in front of a computer and expecting me to learn. I'm a traditional learner through and through. But whatever. I was gettin' paid for doing absolutely nothing. After I finished the second module I got up from my seat and walked towards the door. The trainer stopped me.
"You're going to the restroom, right?"
I looked at him said "Yeah." and continued to walk out the door. To the restroom? No. I knew exactly where I was heading. I head straight to the break room and ate me a slice of cake like a fatty. You can't blame me though. The lid on the box clearly read 'Help yourself.' so I did. After about five minutes or so, I headed back to the training room full of energy. Immediately after entering the room the trainer told us we could take our 15 minute break. If only he had known what I had just done.

Finally, 4:30 PM. Class was over. I walked past the break room on my way to the stairs and immediately stopped myself before I placed foot on the first stair. I heard the sheet cake calling my name. I had to answer. I couldn't leave the building without it. I pulled an Aunt Matty on them and walked out with two slices.

Don't judge me. What's your vice?

Facebook Status 3/21/2011: "I am to cake what bugs are to light."

(Cartoon by Natalie Dee)

Running Late

Wednesday March 17, 2011
4:35 PM

Krissy hops in her shinny grey 2006 Nissan Altima, rush to turn the ignition, and bolts out the driveway. "Ok. So, if it's 4:35 now and I have to be at the restaurant at 5:00 then, I can make it on time if I go 80 miles per hour." Speeding down N. Lakeside Drive, Krissy is sure not to run into any parked or moving cars. Being extra careful, she darts her eyes from left to right being aware of any kids on the street. She makes it on to El Dorado Circle without any incident. Only upon her exit she sees a car driving dangerously close to her in her rear view mirror. "My bad." She says out loud, as if the people behind her could hear her apologies. She gets to the Rancho El Dorado exit and speeds to make a turn onto Maricopa Highway.

"I don't understand why this keeps happening." Krissy thought to herself. "I can't be late anymore. Its bad enough that I was late on my first training day because I thought I was supposed to be there a half hour later than I actually was supposed to be. If I'm late again, they're gonna look at me like I'm the 'late black girl' and I can't have that." Being sensitive to her own thoughts she pushes her right foot down on the gas petal going even faster. A few miles up the two lane 16 mile stretch, she runs into a problem. Day drivers. People that want to cruse and have no reguard for the people behind them. "I've been driving down this road for three years. If I don't know anything, I know how to get people out my way." She thought. First she thought she'd be patient and go with the flow. But after three minutes of the not getting anywhere 'slow' she put the matter into her own hands. Switching lanes, flashing her high beams, and tailgating always works so she threw in a combination of the three and less than five minutes later she broke from the pack giving her enough time to get on to I-10 before 4:50.

"DAMN!". Looking from the overpass, Krissy, sees a backup on the freeway. "I forgot they got the 202 and Chandler [Boulevard] closed for that HOV (high-occupancy vehicle lane) construction." Thinking of an alternate route she came up short. Looking at the clock looking back at her. 4:50 is what the clock reads. She screams in frustration. "I ain't never gonna get there in time!" Debating on if she should call to tell management she was gonna be late or just go through the motions was like being between a rock and a hard place. She decides to go through the motions. "Ray Road is just three miles away. I can get there in time." The freeway was on gridlock but something told her she'll make it. And she stopped stressing.

4:55 PM
Krissy finally made it to the light at the Ray Road exit ramp. She's three cars behind the pavement and all she can say out loud in a jokingly way is, "Go-go-go. Go-go-go. Go-go." imulating Ben Steller in Meet the Parents when he was repeating "Bomb-bomb-bomb. Bomb-bomb. Bomb-bomb." to the flight attendent to the cars ahead of her that seemed not to have any concept of time. She thought, "Yes there's a red light but you can turn! Go-go-go. Go-go. Go-go." Still being anxious she shouts out, "Come on. You could've turned five times already." to the three cars ahead of her. Three minutes pass. "OMG! Why is this light so looooooong!?" She felt like she was sitting on the exit ramp forever. "What makes this so bad." She thought, "is that I work right there! All I have to do is get on to Ray Road but these people act like they don't know how to turn!"

4:58 PM
She made it on to Ray Road. However, there's another light in her way. "Go-go-go. Go-go. Go-go" is all she kept repeating to the cars ahead of her laughing to keep her stress level down. "So close but yet so far." she whined. Then, finally, green. She sped to make a left turn and she sped to make another left. Once in the bank parking lot next to the restaurant she finally feels a slight sense of relief. Until..."Who the hell is that and why are they following me? Maybe they work for the restaurant. Wait. No they don't. They're old." Krissy rushes to get out of her car. The people in the blue vehicle role down their window. "Hi. Could you tell us how to get to Dick's Sports?" Krissy smiles and says, "Sure" to the elderly couple. But at the same time she's a little creepd out that they followed her into a vacant parking lot. She thought, "What the hell. How long have they been following me?" While telling them the directions to Dick's Sports, "You just have to get back on to the freeway" pointing to I-10 "and go up one street and it'll be there to your right." Talking to the elderly couple seemed to be taking a lifetime because they wouldn't stop asking questions. "Can't they see I'm in a state of emergency?!" All the while, she was thinking of when her cousion, Yvette, doing a internet search on 'Dicks' two years ago thinking she was doing a web search on 'Dick's Sports'. She ended up with something much more if you catch my drift. After telling the elderly couple how to get to Warner she ran like she was on the high school track team to the Take Out door. "I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!" she says to the building. "I'm here." She says to the Take Out door. She runs around the corner to clock in. "I'm here." She says to the time clock. "I'm here."

5:01 PM
Made it just in time. "Wooo! Never again."

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Tea in China

"Marie, tell Terrell to get in here to do his homework."

There I was doing what I do best. Being "mom" to my two youngest cousins.

"Terrell! Krissy said get in here to do your homework!" Marie came running back in from the garage. "Terrell said, can he do his homework later so he can go over to his friends house to play?"
"No. Tell him I said, get. In. Here. Now." Marie ran out to the garage. Seconds later I hear the door to the garage slam. They both approach me while I stood at the kitchen island eating my salad.
"Can I stay outside and play with my friend while the sun is still up?"
"No. Do your homework now and get it over with."
"Aw! But I wanna play over my friends house." I took that little bit of information and seen it as an opportunity to mess with his head, just as I always do.
"That has nothing to do with the price of tea in China." Terrell looked at me with a puzzled look. "What!There's no T in China."
"Yes there is."
His sister and I looked at each other and laughed out loud.
"No it's not."
Marie blurted out while in laughter. "What are you talkin' about, Terrell? There is tea in China."
Still not convinced Terrell sticks to his one liner. "No it's not."
"How do you know? You've never been there. There's tea in China." All the while I'm thinking to myself, 'I've never been to China either, but I know there's tea there.' I look over my shoulder at him. "There's tea all over the world. Why wouldn't it be any tea in China?"

The kids grand dad tares himself away from Judge Judy and lets out a loud belly laugh from the living floor. He then chimes in to our ridiculous debate we were caught having with his baritone voice, "You don't believe there's tea in China?" And continued on with his loud belly laugh.

In the most annoying whining voice Terrell could conjure up, he replies, "NOOooooo." All the while all three of us are laughing because we can't believe our ears. Then in the toughest voice Terrell could dig up out of his immature throat he says to all of us, "You can't spell China with a T."

We all suddenly came to the same conclusion and laugh even harder at his eight year old mind. I respond, "Oh! T in China. No, Terrell. Tea. T-E-A. 'That has nothing to do with the price of T-E-A in China.' Do you get it now?"

Terrell looks up at me, smiles, and laughs at himself.

This Shorts Moment has been brought to you by Krissy. 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Reason

This is an actual inbox I sent to Kenny last night. I wanted to post it on my blog because my own story touched me so much that I wanted to share with everyone in the world!

Enjoy

Now on to one of my favoirte parts of the day...

Everything happens for a reason, ya know.

Eight years ago, I was hired at Meijers a week before my high school graduation as a bagger (Service Clerk). While there I met someone named Hasani. He was my favorite cashier because we were the same age and we always had really good conversations. I bagged for him 99% of the time. We were best friends by the end of the week. Nothing could keep us apart. Except for when I had to haul carts for four hours at a time. Anyway, the time came for me to start looking for a new job during the fall because I hated the job and I needed to up my income because Meijer just wasn't cutting it for me. Finally, in December 2003, I got a break and I started working for Panera Bread on 13 1/2 & Masonic making two dollars more an hour. After I left Meijer I lost contact with him and moved on with my life forgetting all about his existence.

During the spring of 2006, Hasani and I ran into each other at the Costco gas station on 11 & Gratiot. Well, it turned out that he worked at that Costco location and I just so happened to be heading to my dad's business, Beautiful Ones Video, at Fox Studio's right up the street. I was a video editor for my dad. I used to help edit his footage every Wednesday and Thursday on my off days when I worked for Walgreens. My dad paid me big money to help him and it was also good because it gave us time to spend together. Well, during this time in my life me and my then boyfriend shared an apartment together (on Hall Rd.) and I forbid myself from hanging out with my male friend because I didn't want my then boyfriend to get the wrong ideas. Little did I know what the future held.

On my birthday (July 31), I moved out of our apartment and moved back in with my mom on 15 & Gratiot. It was then that me and Hasani started becoming really close friends again. And since I had just turned 21, we used to do things like go to the bar, movies, and out to eat to keep me company because I was going through a really bad breakup that drove me into a really deep depression and it had me dropping weight like crazy. So, I can say that he was there for me at the right time in my life. There's no tellin' what I would have done to myself. Ok. Moving on..

After a few months of living with my mom, I couldn't take it anymore. I moved to 21 mile with my grands to live in a stress free environment. Though I had my basic "spending the night" rights taken from me, I sacrificed it to have shit like cable, internet, food, and a loving atmosphere. It wasn't until May of 2007, that Hasani and I done anything since moving from 15 mile a few months back. Well on this particular day we went to Dave & Busters on Hall Rd. just for fun. Nothing serious. I was buzzed (story of my life, right?) and having a good time. Then he makes the switch-a-roo on me after we left. We headed out to 23 mile and somethin', I don't even remember where, to his friends apartment. Well, let me give you a little back story on us.

We got along so well because we were both socially awkward and we thought differently than the average human being. At my young age, I didn't like hanging around with more than one person at a time and I shyed away from large groups and socialization. He understood where I was coming from and didn't pressure anything on to me because he was the same way at some point in his life. But since he matured out of his awkwardness faster than I did in that department he gained a shit load of friends. Whereas, I pushed all mine away.

Alright. Back to the story. So we arrive at his friends Matt's apartment off on 23 and somethin' and this place was packed with people! There was Michelle, Jim, and Matt horse playing in the hallway and bathroom. Amanda was parked in front of the TV playing Guitar Hero with a few others. There was a whole bunch of people in the kitchen mixing drinks and going crazy. And there I was too shy to interact with anyone. I sat on the couch next to Hasani the entire time and didn't speak to anyone. Him being the good friend that he was, bit the bullet, and stayed by my side the entire night keeping me comfortable.

A few weeks later, I went over to Hasani's apartment to hang (BKA getting shit faced) with him and his friends Jim, Matt, Robert (Justin), Luke, Anthony, Amanda, Michelle and a few others that I didn't have a chance bond with before moving to AZ. It was during those months that I became good friends with everyone including Amanda and Michelle. After moving out of state in early 2008, I stayed in contact with all of them via MySpace (when it was cool to be on there) and Facebook which brings us to present day 2011.

Three years after leaving all my friends behind and and making a silly comment "Meijers love you" on a status brought you to me because you knew Amanda from work. A place where I met Hasani, who became friends with Amanda (after I quit), who became friends with me, who became friends with you! Now you're my boo :):)

Like I said before. Everything happens for a reason. I wanted to tell you this story because for one, it's part of my past, and two, I want you to know who my friends are. They bombard my statuses. I'm sure you notice these things. Now you have a better since of who they are and who I am.

Oh, baby baby baby baby. I love you so much! From 2,000 miles away, you've been so good to me.

Hugs and chocolate kisses,
from your oasis in the desert

-Krissy ♥

A Love Story...

Out of the 3 billions of woman in the world he had to pick me. Some days it boggles my mind. But I wouldn't change it for the world.

February 20th, I received a Friend Request on Facebook from a Kenny F. I said out loud to my phone, "Who the hell is Kenny F.?!" (Facebook Mobile). My first instinct was to ignore his request, but something told me to see what this guy was all about, so I inboxed him.

"Hi, Kenny. I see you sent me a friend request. Do I know you?"
"I don't know you, but I thought your profile picture was cute so I added you."

My first thought was, "How shallow. He only wants to add me because I'm cute. Go figure." I didn't reply to him immediately allowing myself to sleep on what he said. The next morning I went and looked through his profile since he didn't have it set on Privet. I saw a lot of things I liked and I noticed we had a friend in common. So, I went ahead and replied to his inbox.

"I looked at your pics and I think you're cute too. I like your little gap :)" The only reason I noticed his gap was because I grew up with one and I've been 'brace face' for the past two years.
"Oh really, baby? Well, to see my cute 'little gap' you gotta make me smile. Are you single?"
"Yes I am and proud of it. But, I live in AZ."

Kenny lives in my home state of Michigan and he works at a grocery store I once worked for eight years ago. However, he knows one of my close friends because he works with her. I didn't think anything of our conversation because I already had it set in my mind that we're 'just talking'. I talk to dudes all the time. I didn't think this time would be any different.

"Aw! All the cute girls live out of town. Do you ever come to MI? And how old are you, Sweetie?" My first thought was 'I'm gonna have fun with him' because no one can ever guess my age correctly.
"I'll give you the skinny. I was born and raised in MI. I moved to AZ three years ago and I haven't been back home since. Don't get me wrong. I been trying to come back to visit, but things keep coming up. How old do I look?" I most certainly wasn't gonna give him a freebee. I wanted to test him first.
"22 or 23. How is AZ anyway? I was thinking bout moving there too. Oh! And I don't blame you for not coming back. I wouldn't either except to visit family." By this point in our conversation I was starting to like him. I thought he was pretty cool.
Just as I thought, he guessed my age wrong."That's funny. Everybody always think I'm younger than what I really am. That's why I asked you to see that you thought. I'm 25...AZ is amazing! But it's not home. What's stopping you from making the move?"
"I'll give you the skinny now. I just recently got my AAS Degree in heating and cooling and I was told that AZ was where all the work in my field is. So, I do need to visit to find a job first."

After I first read that he was thinking of moving here I was instantly drawn to his every word and I wanted to know more about him. I felt at that moment that it was meant for us to be together because I've never known anyone to just decided to move to Arizona from my old stomping grounds. Yes, I know we were 'just talking' but I always take it step further in my head to see how a person would fit in my life. At that moment he had all that I was searching for and he fit perfectly.

"Haa haa! Don't be using my words. My managers youngest son is in heating and cooling. She told me that he has his Associates Degree and he also went to practically all the trade schools to get all these different types of certificates. He's in his 30s, but that's besides the point. She also told me that he makes six figures a year and he travels all over the U.S for jobs because companies keep calling him. She also told me that she owns a house in Hawaii and he owns a house on some other island too. I forget which one. That's not a bad field to work in. And it gets hella hot out here in the summer. Just a little disclaimer." I felt that I was being too wordy but I didn't care. I was really enjoying talking to him and I figure since I knew a little bit about a little bit I wanted to impress him by throwing in my two cents.
"Yeah everybody tells me that's where all the work is and yo sexy lil ass is there too. I might becoming to the desert after all..."
"...You seem like a cool dude. I'll add you....And I see you work for Meijer. I used to work there too (13 & Little Mack). We already have lots in common :)"
"Yeah I been working there for five years now. When did you work here? I might remember you." The first thought that ran through my head was 'Doubt it'.
"I worked there in '03. I'm friends with Amanda through another friend that used to work there."

By this time I searched through his albums a few times and the attraction was turned on high.

"Yes you are cute girl. I like your skin tone and your smile... I have two boys ages eight and three. Do you have any kids?" I never really like dudes with kids. But looking at my age group and finding the odds between finding a cool dude without kids verses a cool dude with kids is real slim. I figure I'd be lenient on him. I didn't really have a choice. Besides. We were 'just talking', right?
"Thanks :) No. I don't have any kids. Its just me."
After that conversation ended we gave it a rest for a few hours. For some reason or another, talking to him had me on cloud 9.

"Hey, Cutie."
"Hey, Handsome."
"You see anything you like in my pics?" It took me awhile to reply to his question because there wasn't a single picture I didn't like. 
"Sure did. I like the photos of you in a suit, I like the photos of you in your red Meijer polo, I like the photos of you smiling, I like the photos of you frowning, I like the photos of you in your graduation gown, and I like the artsy fartsy side of you with the landscape photos of the sun and Florida. The posters were impressive. And your boys are just as cute as their dad. I hope that answers your question."
"Yeah that did. It made me blush too." After I read his reply I blushed.
"Then my job is done :) I thought you had to work." I had to throw that little last bit in because I really didn't want to stop talking to him.
"I am. I figured out how not to do work. Lol!"
"Lol! Its that bad, huh? Don't get caught."

And that concludes the end of our first conversation. At first I didn't want anything to do with him because I didn't know him from a can of paint and add that to the fact that he's over 2,000 miles away kinda took the thrill out of meeting someone new, but at the same time the distance added a lot more desire to get to know him. I have to admit that I was instantly hooked.

Seven  days after having our first Facebook converstion, Kenny claimed me as his girl and we became a couple. Although, I secretly didn't want to go through another long distance relationship again. But I figure since he was intending on moving here in the first place there wasn't much harm in it. To top it off, he's visiting in May. So, I saw it as a win win situation.

Since having our first conversation, we naturally gravitated to speaking everyday with the exception of missing one day. In the midst of it all, we developed a habit of writing one another an inbox on a daily basis. The inbox is all freestyle. We have our little game where we list a whole bunch of random things about who we are. We found out we have a lot in common by playing this game he created. It killed the run of the mill "asking questions and waiting to figure out who the other person is" conversation. I was dreading that conversation anyways. We write love letters. Tell stories. List random thoughts. Whatever it is we have on our hearts at the moment we type it up and send it. We're both writers, so having our daily inbox pow-wows are a lot of fun. 

My duty is to inbox him before I go to bed because he works midnights and it gives him something to look forward to in the morning after he gets off. And his duty is to return the message by writing me while I'm sleep so I'd have something to read after I wake up. The only days we don't write is during our off days.

We Skyped for the first time last week. We was on there for three hours straight not talking about anything. We were just mesmerized by each other. It was too cute. The best part was when I was making him laugh and watching his different facial expressions.

What sets Kenny and I relationship apart from all the others I've had is that we're 100% compatible. We're genuinely attracted to one another, we have just about everything in common, and we're on the same level about everything. That's all there is to it.

I can see myself loving him a long time. He brings so much joy to my life from so far away.