I don't know why I am in such a crazy mood today but I thought it would be fun to do this. Here are 26 strange and crazy facts about myself.
FUN FACTS
1. I love to eat olives by themselves. (black and green)
2. I have $300 worth of scrapbooking supplies and I can't wait to start.
3. Sometimes I feel like I never fit in with any of my high school or college friends even though I was pretty popular. I was a cheerleader and in a sorority but maybe it was never really me.
4. In high school I excelled in Math but I should have been taking Art and Drama. (thats what I love)
5. I learned how to speak and read body language from my dog.
6. When I get really mad or experience social overload, I just want to be alone with magazines, my computer, and wine. (even though I love people)
7. I'm so outgoing and sociable but still think I'm somewhat of loner. (because I love being alone)
8. I refuse to ever move in with a guy (boyfriend or husband) without having my own room!
9. I won a spelling bee in 1st grade and was "perfect at spelling" and now I don't care.
10. When I was in private school, the best day of my life was when I had to go to the principal's office.
11. I am exactly 50% Mom and 50% Dad = 100% like my Brother (girl version)
12. I'm looking for a guy that reminds me of my brother (personality)! He is so AWESOME!
13. I have been writing since I was little. I used to make Art and Writing Journals.
14. I still need to forgive my boyfriend in 9th grade for throwing away my diary.
15. I just learned how to say NO about a year ago. I was too nice.
16. Me and my best friend from 5th grade just reconnected after 15 years and I can't wait to see her!
17. I talk a lot about being single and loving it but I'm a hopeless romantic. I'll never settle.
18. I am not into traditions at all. I take it back, I want to invent new ones.
19. I used to be a stuck up snob, now I just love God, people, and nature. God is awesome.
20. My Dad is my superhero. He is so smart, studies philosophy, religion and has been around the world and back again. He has journals and books that he started writing and never finished. My job is going to be to write his story one day. He keeps telling me this indirectly. His story is going to surpass anything that I have to write about, but I will be able to add my crazy twist. I can't wait for this.
21. My favorite childhood memory is playing Barbie's in my room all by myself. I was acting out my future life. Barbie could be anything and do anything.
22. My Mom was and is my best friend forever.
23. I can remember the first time meeting every important person that is in my life. God tells me something the first time I see them like "hey that person you will know forever" (crazy huh?)
24. My dreams are sometimes premonitions. This scared me at first since the first one was before the Virginia Tech shootings. (I had to leave work that day, it affected me for like 2 weeks). Now I have learned how to use my dreams to interpret what God wants me to do next. I dreamed about a month ago about an empty apartment with boxes and I was going back to get my last few things. Now I'm moving back home!
25. Psychic Ability - I have the 6th sense. I know what people are going to do or say before things happen. If I talk or think about people hard enough, they sometimes even contact me when I haven't heard from them in a while. I still second guess myself a lot, but 90% of the time I can think that something is going to happen and it does. I guess I'm just that spiritual.......(who knows)
26. When I meet people, I know right away if I will connect with them or not and I can read them really well. I still second guess myself a lot and don't realize how right I am until I learn more about them. But I am usually always right! This is why I don't give people the option to get that close to me if I don't feel the immediate connect. I call this "Instant Connect"
Any questions........
Peace and Hearts
Kristin
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
#RulesforMen and #RulesforWomen
The following list was inspired by today's trending topic #RulesforMen on Twitter. One of my followers suggested that I post a blog with what I had written. I had thought about doing the same thing and my follower just gave me the extra motivation I needed. Oh how I love Twitter. This list is not only just Rules for Men or Rules for Women. These are my own personal standards in life that I practice following each day.
1. Be Spiritual. Believe in God. Have Faith.
2. Honesty. Trust. Integrity.
3. Love God. Love You. Love Family. Love Friends. Love Me.
4. Be Kind. Be Good.
5. Listen. Communicate. Feel.
6. Be Confident. Be Strong. Protect Me.
7. Teach Me. Learn From Me. Grow Together.
8. Be Humble. Give More. Take Less. Help Others.
9. Be Real. Be Unique. Be Different.
10. Have Passion. Reach Goals. Follow Dreams.
Peace & Hearts
Kristin
1. Be Spiritual. Believe in God. Have Faith.
2. Honesty. Trust. Integrity.
3. Love God. Love You. Love Family. Love Friends. Love Me.
4. Be Kind. Be Good.
5. Listen. Communicate. Feel.
6. Be Confident. Be Strong. Protect Me.
7. Teach Me. Learn From Me. Grow Together.
8. Be Humble. Give More. Take Less. Help Others.
9. Be Real. Be Unique. Be Different.
10. Have Passion. Reach Goals. Follow Dreams.
Peace & Hearts
Kristin
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The Ex-Personal Trainer
INTRODUCTION:
I made a discovery tonight! Well I guess I decided to finally admit this to myself and to the world (well those who read this). I subconsciously stopped working out because this is how my ex-fiance managed to manipulate me over five years ago.
SCENARIO:
I was this small-town girl that had joined the Army Reserves and had only been in for a year before getting deployed to Kuwait. I have been running and working out my whole life so of course the gym in Kuwait was where I would be every afternoon for two hours or more running, spin class, and doing all the "girl workouts".
He was an officer in the military ten years older than me that I had been introduced to only once by someone in my unit. There I was at the Ab bench doing my workout headphones on and oblivious to the world around me. He came over and started asking me if I had ever bench pressed before and then proceeded to lead me over to foreign free weight area of the gym which I was referred to as the "guy area of the gym". What was I to think. He was an officer in the army and I was a brand new Specialist. Illegal for this to be anything more than him just being a nice Army Officer interested in my well-being. He would be risking his whole career and getting kicked out the military if he was really trying to pursue anything more (or so I thought) He scheduled us to start working out 3 times a week and eventually I became his official gym buddy every day. Of course we didn't see each other at any other time.
For three months he taught me everything I needed to know about bodybuilding, sets, and the whole world of fitness before he started making his moves. He was making his moves the whole entire time. He skillfully learned everything about me through conversations and small-talk between sets. He even managed to have an ex-girlfriend appear at the gym one night and left to go watch a movie with her. Of course she was this cute little blond and so now I realize this was his game. I was obviously not into him until he had played ever single one of his tricks on me. What makes me angry and yes I am saying it angry is that he used his position in the military to initially lock me in.
DISCOVERY:
I was a hardcore "workoutaholic" for years. When I got home from Kuwait I was in the gym for a least two hours a night running about 30 miles a week. And now five years later after all the drama, and a year after leaving him, why can't I love working out anymore and get motivated to be the "gym girl" again. Well tonight I started thinking about it while I was working out. When I work out, I start thinking about the manipulation, the lies, the games he played which all started with him becoming my unofficial personal trainer. Working out is what he used.
CONCLUSION:
Now that I finally realize this and can admit it to myself, I can finally make the change. Wow, life is so crazy how we discover new things each day about why we do things. Now I am determined more than ever to beat this subconscious behavior and get myself back physically which would complete my goal to getting back to 100% Kristin. I think I might get a personal trainer at my gym and start over like I'm learning everything for the very first time. Or better yet, I'm going to do it alone and make it my own "fitness journey" since I already know exactly what to do.
I made a discovery tonight! Well I guess I decided to finally admit this to myself and to the world (well those who read this). I subconsciously stopped working out because this is how my ex-fiance managed to manipulate me over five years ago.
SCENARIO:
I was this small-town girl that had joined the Army Reserves and had only been in for a year before getting deployed to Kuwait. I have been running and working out my whole life so of course the gym in Kuwait was where I would be every afternoon for two hours or more running, spin class, and doing all the "girl workouts".
He was an officer in the military ten years older than me that I had been introduced to only once by someone in my unit. There I was at the Ab bench doing my workout headphones on and oblivious to the world around me. He came over and started asking me if I had ever bench pressed before and then proceeded to lead me over to foreign free weight area of the gym which I was referred to as the "guy area of the gym". What was I to think. He was an officer in the army and I was a brand new Specialist. Illegal for this to be anything more than him just being a nice Army Officer interested in my well-being. He would be risking his whole career and getting kicked out the military if he was really trying to pursue anything more (or so I thought) He scheduled us to start working out 3 times a week and eventually I became his official gym buddy every day. Of course we didn't see each other at any other time.
For three months he taught me everything I needed to know about bodybuilding, sets, and the whole world of fitness before he started making his moves. He was making his moves the whole entire time. He skillfully learned everything about me through conversations and small-talk between sets. He even managed to have an ex-girlfriend appear at the gym one night and left to go watch a movie with her. Of course she was this cute little blond and so now I realize this was his game. I was obviously not into him until he had played ever single one of his tricks on me. What makes me angry and yes I am saying it angry is that he used his position in the military to initially lock me in.
DISCOVERY:
I was a hardcore "workoutaholic" for years. When I got home from Kuwait I was in the gym for a least two hours a night running about 30 miles a week. And now five years later after all the drama, and a year after leaving him, why can't I love working out anymore and get motivated to be the "gym girl" again. Well tonight I started thinking about it while I was working out. When I work out, I start thinking about the manipulation, the lies, the games he played which all started with him becoming my unofficial personal trainer. Working out is what he used.
CONCLUSION:
Now that I finally realize this and can admit it to myself, I can finally make the change. Wow, life is so crazy how we discover new things each day about why we do things. Now I am determined more than ever to beat this subconscious behavior and get myself back physically which would complete my goal to getting back to 100% Kristin. I think I might get a personal trainer at my gym and start over like I'm learning everything for the very first time. Or better yet, I'm going to do it alone and make it my own "fitness journey" since I already know exactly what to do.
I Heart the World (Turtles Too)
Be the change you want to see in the world -Mahatma Gandhi
To discover who we really are we have to look back to our childhood. When we are young we are at our most pure and honest state of mind. The world and society have not had too much influence on us and so we are who we really are.
I must have been about 7-years old. I'm not sure if we were still living with my grandparents or just going there every day after school for dinner. I had made friends with a group of boys that would play together after school or after dinner and lived right down the street. I made my way down there just about everyday and played outside riding bikes, basketball, or whatever else they were doing.
On this particular day as I skipped down the street about two houses down from my grandparents, I saw about three of them in a circle laughing as they were fascinated with something on the ground. Just when I got close enough to see what was going on, my heart broke. There was a turtle with its shell mutilated while they kicked it around on the pavement like a soccer ball. There was no hope in saving it. All I could do was speak my mind and tell them how awful they were for what they were doing before I ran back to my grandparents in tears. I think I even tried to convince my mom to go tell their parents what they were doing. And so that would be the end of my afternoon rendezvous with the neighborhood kids. I would be perfectly content making mud pies on cement stones behind my grandparents garage using my imagination to discover a better world alone.
And so what does this all mean. Well that story and many more from my childhood prove to be the reasons why I am who I am today. I love everybody in the world and pass no judgement. My heart sinks to the ground every time I see people struggle with life, death, and pain. I want to listen, help, and support them in every way that I can. I want to make a difference. I truly heart the world (turtles too).
To discover who we really are we have to look back to our childhood. When we are young we are at our most pure and honest state of mind. The world and society have not had too much influence on us and so we are who we really are.
I must have been about 7-years old. I'm not sure if we were still living with my grandparents or just going there every day after school for dinner. I had made friends with a group of boys that would play together after school or after dinner and lived right down the street. I made my way down there just about everyday and played outside riding bikes, basketball, or whatever else they were doing.
On this particular day as I skipped down the street about two houses down from my grandparents, I saw about three of them in a circle laughing as they were fascinated with something on the ground. Just when I got close enough to see what was going on, my heart broke. There was a turtle with its shell mutilated while they kicked it around on the pavement like a soccer ball. There was no hope in saving it. All I could do was speak my mind and tell them how awful they were for what they were doing before I ran back to my grandparents in tears. I think I even tried to convince my mom to go tell their parents what they were doing. And so that would be the end of my afternoon rendezvous with the neighborhood kids. I would be perfectly content making mud pies on cement stones behind my grandparents garage using my imagination to discover a better world alone.
And so what does this all mean. Well that story and many more from my childhood prove to be the reasons why I am who I am today. I love everybody in the world and pass no judgement. My heart sinks to the ground every time I see people struggle with life, death, and pain. I want to listen, help, and support them in every way that I can. I want to make a difference. I truly heart the world (turtles too).
Monday, January 17, 2011
3 Years Later -
This is going to be a short post but I feel so guilty for not writing in so long. I promised myself I would keep up with my blogs and of course I haven't. Here is the best part. I'm still not going to have time because I am finally MOVING.
If you have read my "posts from the past" you will find out that I moved from Virginia to California and then ended up in Tulsa. Well I moved away for two reasons. First reason is I have always wanted to leave home and explore the world. I just knew there was more to life than where I grew up and the state I lived in. I wanted the experience of living in other places. Second reason is I had someone ask me to marry them and wanted me to move out to California with him (my dream). I don't think I ever really loved him (in love with him) but more the idea that he could show me a new world. That great new world turned into a disaster.
I moved away from home in February 2008 and I have been single living on my own since February 2010. Its time to go back home. I have learned more about life, people, and relationships than I could have ever learned if I would have stayed at home those three years. Although the journey was hard at times, I don't regret one minute of it because it has made me the person that I am today.
I hope to update periodically on my move and how things are going once I get back home. I plan to leave the last week in February so I have a lot of work to do. Being a full-time procrastinator makes things even worse but I should get through it with the help of God and my wonderful family and friends.
Peace and Hearts
Kristin
If you have read my "posts from the past" you will find out that I moved from Virginia to California and then ended up in Tulsa. Well I moved away for two reasons. First reason is I have always wanted to leave home and explore the world. I just knew there was more to life than where I grew up and the state I lived in. I wanted the experience of living in other places. Second reason is I had someone ask me to marry them and wanted me to move out to California with him (my dream). I don't think I ever really loved him (in love with him) but more the idea that he could show me a new world. That great new world turned into a disaster.
I moved away from home in February 2008 and I have been single living on my own since February 2010. Its time to go back home. I have learned more about life, people, and relationships than I could have ever learned if I would have stayed at home those three years. Although the journey was hard at times, I don't regret one minute of it because it has made me the person that I am today.
I hope to update periodically on my move and how things are going once I get back home. I plan to leave the last week in February so I have a lot of work to do. Being a full-time procrastinator makes things even worse but I should get through it with the help of God and my wonderful family and friends.
Peace and Hearts
Kristin
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