Monday, June 20, 2011


Everyone has quirks, some are stranger than others. Here's a little about me...

  • I hate feet! I think they are gross and disgusting.
  • I hate when people touch my feet
  • I hate it when people touch me with THEIR FEET!
  • I also don't like being touched unnecessarily. Not a big fan of getting tickled...
Reese has discovered these little "quirks" and now won't leave me alone! Constantly coming up to me and putting her foot on my leg or tickling my arm. Little stinker! She thinks it's funny...
  • I throw up a lot. I don't know why, I just do. It's been like that since I was a baby.
Ok, now this next part is really weird and a little OCD. I'm  not! I promise!
  • I don't like when people scratch their skin near me. It grosses me out. I hate the noise. And all of their nasty flaky skin particle are going into the air and I don't want them in my lungs. (told ya it was weird)
  • I have a hard time sleeping in beds that don't belong to me. Goes along with the flaky skin...
About craziness above, I don't have this problem with Brian or my kids. Just people outside of my immediate family.
  • I like to pop pimples! gross huh?
  • I'm lactose intolerant and have a milk allergy (yep, they are 2 different things and I am blessed to have both)
  • I have a retarded toe on my right foot.
  • Hated my name when I was younger.
  • Hate when people call me Kristin or Kurstin. (It's Kirstin. let me sound it out for you... K - ear-stin. not that hard)
  • If you listen closely you can see that I have a funny accent.
  • I love to read, alot.
  • I  also love to learn. And sometimes will search the internet to find more information.
  • I am also full of useless information and facts.
  • Love the library
  • I hate doing laundry! Can't stand it!
  • Actually never wanted to have any kids. (HA!)
  • I'm not a big fan of kids. Let me explain this... I love my children! They are mine and they make me happy. But other kids don't. I hated babysitting when I was younger. I could never be a teacher!
  • Don't understand why people are stupid.
  • My parents and Brian think that I am "a force to be reckoned with". Here's the definition:
    The phrase a force to be reckoned with is usually applied to ideas or things that are considered so big, so strong or so important that they cannot be ignored and must be confronted or taken into consideration
(Whatever, they don't know what they are talking about. )

  • I played the piano for many many many years. I haven't really touched it for the past 5 yrs, which is really sad.
  • Sang for many many many years and had all of the lessons to prove it. I wanted to be an opera singer. Haven't sung in a really long time. Which is also really sad. Sometimes the kids and I will sing around the house, our favorite stuff to sing is the Phantom of the Opera. And sometimes I can still hit those high notes..
  • I used to live in a tanning bed, can you say sun spots?
  • I brush my teeth at least 4 times a day
  • Scared to get wrinkles
  • Really love to work out
  • I have a birthmark (poo-mark) on my upper thigh, I hate it and I can't hide it very well when I'm in a swimsuit.
  • I have horrible hair.
  • Still hates my freckles. They have faded alot since I've gotten older but I can still see them.
  • I've grown 2 inches since I graduated high school! I am now 5'1 and a HALF!
  • I don't like animals
  • My eyes change color, they are weird like that.
  • hate my "bubbies". Just too big and in the way.
  • I hate leaving messages. I also have a hard time returning phone calls.
  • really struggle with my body since having children. I don't know if I will ever be happy with it.
  • I really hate BAD smells! And will do whatever I can to stay away from them
  • I can't parallel park.
  • I get lost while driving alot
  • Cannot dance!
  • I don't like to cry. Will only cry in front of my parents and Brian.
  • I HATE being pregnant. There is nothing fun about it. It's not cute either. 
  • I am late for everything. So expect it next time we get together.
  • I hate spiders!
  • I am also scared of chickens
  • I hate getting wet. Which is funny because I was on the swim team my whole life.
  • I think hot tubs are flithly and won't go in them
  • I don't like playgrounds with sand, gross and won't let my kids play in them.
I'm sure there is more, but that's me!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Things Nene says...

Kailyn really can be the cutest little girl! This is a conversation that we had today...

Nene: Mommy, why are your legs so beautiful?!
Me: I don't know Nene, why are they so beautiful?
Nene: They are so shiny and soft! Mommy do you know that your eyes have sparkles in them?! Do I have sparkles in my eyes?!

I love that I have a kid that see's the best in me!

(Even if I haven't showered today and my legs haven't been shaved in about a week...)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Yesterday afternoon some super awesome trashy chick rear-ended the back of my van. She actually hit me pretty hard! We pull over and turns out stripperella doesn't have any insurance (of course) AND finds out that her license is suspended. She begs me not to call the cops and she will give me all of her info and pay me whatever not to do it. So I call the cops. I was so angry, I felt like ripping her face off. As soon as the cops show up, she goes into this giant story of how a big white truck slammed into her and that made her hit me. Oh and the truck drove away. LIAR! There was no freakin truck! It was just you in your Chevy Aveo! Anyways after 2 hours of dealing with this the cops don't believe her and take my side. (I think it was because I had all of the kids in the van). My van is a freakin tank! 5 star crash safety rating! All it did was just take some of the paint off and now there is some type of grinding noise coming from the back when I drive. Just very thankful that no one was seriously hurt! The 3 older girls have a little whiplash and the babies are fine. I have raging migraine and whiplash.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Time to get in a normal size crib.
Found her like this the other day and had to take a picture!
(Ignore the crappiness of the pic, taken with my phone)