Stacey getting married

I met Stacey over a game of Sorry when I was three years old. Her sister and my brother were in the same first grade class and our mothers brought us with them when they came in to volunteer.

We have been best friends ever since. 

 Last Saturday, she got married and I can't imagine a better person for her to spend the rest of her life with than Brendon. 

July 9, 2011 was a marathon (my favorite kind of marathon,) but I managed to snap a couple pictures here and there.

And now, I bring you my favorites.

Living Better

Here is where I halfheartedly apologize for not updating for the the last month.

In case you were concerned by my lack of posts, don't be. I have just been too busy living/loving life to write about it. That having been said, it is easier to hold myself accountable for my progress toward Kristi 2.0 when I blog.

Back in January I made a pretty ambitious plan for self-reinvention consisting of four stages. I am not going to go into a lot of detail here but I am counting Stage I (i.e. looking better) and Stage II (i.e. eating better) of the plan a rousing success. [Okay, the degree of success for Stage II is maybe debatable; but to be fair I never specified that better=healthier, I was thinking more deliberate and real-people-food-like (read:not tortilla shells for dinner at 10 pm)]

June marked the beginning of Stage III: living better.

In my opinion, I am doing a particularly bang-up job on this one. To prove it, I am going to post a series of my latest exploits, triumphs and creative endeavors.


But not right now.

Because I am tired.

P.S. Don't let me forget to tell you about how I went to my first zumba class and accidentally punched a girl in the face. Hard. (I think it's funny, she probably doesn't.)

My very own dinosaur hood!

On Friday, mom and dad (aka the best, most supportive parents ever) drove me up to Bham for graduation weekend.

We toured all my favorite places, ate great food and saw some of my favorite people. 

Then yesterday, after a truly ridiculous amount of work stretched over two years, I graduated with my master's degree in Communication Sciences and Disorders.

One of my favorite moments from the weekend was when I gave my name to put on the wait list at Copper Hog and my dad corrected me, "that's Master Kristi." Man do I like the sound of that.

Bonus: I think my hood made look like a dinosaur.

Almost Perfect

Man, life is good.

Today I was driving "the back way" home along some pretty fantastic country roads with the windows down and the radio blasting and I was thinking about just how good I have it. No more homework, loads of free-time, living close to my family, wonderful husband who loves me (and who I am so proud of!), great friends, fantastic house, even better roommate and my first work/school free summer in about a decade looming right around the corner.*

There is only one thing missing...

This song came on the radio and I thought to myself, that would be nice.

Love you husband!

*This list is in no particular order (just free flowing here guys)

A ten-day visit

Sandstone Cliff

Once again, I have fallen behind.  Quick update on my life.

•  I have a full week-and-a-half of internship under my belt. I like it a lot. It has been a taste of the real life expectations of a Speech-Language Pathologist. Basically the documentation is a thousand times easier to the point where it is almost non-existent (a welcome change.)
• I received two job offers last week (!?!?!) and I have been on top of the world ever since. 
• Peter is coming to visit in exactly one week. If it is possible for a person to die of excitement then I might not even make to next Saturday.
• I have been painting the last three weekends in a row. First my room, then my bathroom, and finally (today) Ali and I conquered the stairwells (ridiculously high ceilings,) the upstairs living area, and the downstairs bathroom-all in a one-day,10.5-hour marathon. The house looks completely different than it did three weeks ago. Other news, I may not be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning as once again, painting has tried to morph me into a contortionist.

On that note, I owe you some pictures. Here are pictures of my bedroom and bathroom. I decided to paint both rooms Sandstone Cliff, perhaps better known as light green. 

               Bedroom

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             Bathroom

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What do you think?

New and Improved!

Here are the fabulous before-and-afters, as promised. Again, I had practically no part in this (other than picking out paint,) it was all due to the talent and motivation of my lovely cousin/roommate Ali.
Note: The color shows up a lot whiter in the photos than in real-life, it really is more of a beige.

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 Yep, I came home and downstairs the crayola-explosion walls were all beigified. Not to mention the coffee table my dad liberated from the ditch circa 1992 was sanded down (it used to have "Brett" carved in it) and stained, there were new-to-us couches, two new rugs and a new TV stand. I am really digging the change.

What do you guys think?