About

If you’re new to this site, hello! My name is Kristy. I’m in my late-twenties (eek!) but most days I still feel like I’m nineteen. Then someone drags me out to party with them and I realize that it’s all my head and I’m old and do much better floating in a pool with frozen drinks and a good book. And cheese. Cheese makes everything better.

I currently live in Charleston, South Carolina with my boyfriend, Steve, who is just as old as me (actually he’s older) and our animals, a terrier named Sammy, who bites, and a bearded dragon that has no name. Not for lack of trying (Steve didn’t like Mooshu and Louis just hasn’t caught on), but we apparently don’t have our priorities straight when it comes to the animals (evidenced by the fact that we HAVE named the little blue heron who hangs out in the creek behind our house – George, for the curious. And the fact that I’ve forgotten to feed the dog on more than one occasion).

That, my friends, is why we don’t have children.

Actually, that is not the only reason. We just bought our first house and it is all shiny and pristine with gorgeous laminate floors and brand new furniture and to be perfectly frank, we don’t want to ruin that with fingerprints and slobber and destruction. We also don’t want to share our grown-up toys. And we relish sleeping in on the weekends and taking off in the car whenever and wherever we want.
And the cute faces of children will do nothing to convince us otherwise.

I’m all for borrowing ones that don’t belong to me though. Because I can hop them up on Pixy-Stix and Coke then hand them back over. That’s my favorite way to parent.

Regardless, it is just Steve and I and the animals. And we like it that way.

For money, I work as an Information Systems Technician for a local bank. This is a fancy way of saying I keep the technology side of the office running smoothly. I wear many hats and sometimes that’s good because I get hands-on experience with a lot of different skills. Other days, I want to pull my eyelashes out and wack people over the heads with their keyboards.

Outside of work, I’m a pretty low-key and open-minded person. I’ve moved past the partying days of college and would much rather go out to a quiet dinner than a crowded bar. I am usually down for anything, be it a last-minute road trip or a party thrown together at the last minute. If there are good friends and good drinks, I can’t have a bad time.

My attention span has shortened over the years so most of my entertainment needs to require only a minute amount of concentration. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself when I can’t stop watching the crappy reality TV, reading the books with the pastel colored spines or perusing the latest US Weekly while in line at Target (or Wal-Mart, depending on what was closer at the time). I also play a lot of video games because to me, a perfect stress reliever is being able to shoot people in the head and blow shit up with grenades.

I’m a pure believer in retail therapy and instant gratification. I don’t shop on the Internet solely because I don’t have the patience to wait for things to ship. I usually get what I want and immediately feel better. My checking account hates me.

I like to take pictures. I’m just starting to explore it more in depth and develop my skill. But I like any creative form of expression and I love being able to see life from different angles. And I love being able to look back at different things and remember the feelings and sounds and sights of being there through a simple image.

You should probably know that I don’t have a Southern accent. I came to Charleston by way of North Carolina, Illinois, California and finally Philadelphia. My parents divorced when I was young and my stepfather was in the Navy so we spent a good deal of time bouncing all over the United States. I consider Philadelphia home, despite some early Southern roots. But two years ago, Steve and I decided we wanted to pack up our separate lives and start a new life together five states away. And to this day, we know we made the right decision.

Just didn’t want you to be surprised if you hear me say “Y’all want to go down to the crik?”

Then again, keep reading and I’m sure I’ll surprise you somehow.

(Note: I really don’t say crik – it’s creek – I was just making an example of how I get made fun of for how I talk no matter where I like because of how I mix dialects in from all the places I’ve lived.)

Reasons People Think I’m Weird

• I used to read encyclopedias when I had nothing else to read.
• I chew on my bottom lip. It’s a nervous habit.
• I don’t think before I ask questions. Therefore, I tend to ask some very stupid questions.
• I don’t wear lip gloss or lipstick. I don’t like the way it feels.
• I’m AB+, the third rarest in the country. I can take anybody’s blood.
• I have to use separator plates for certain foods. I don’t like when things touch.
• I have to sleep with the blankets to my ears but not covering my face.
• I won’t hang my arms or legs off the side of the bed. Gremlins might get them!
• I have an open bite, which means none of my front teeth touch.
• I get wicked migraines. It’s genetic. They’re inconvenient and awful.
• I eat all of one food on the plate before starting on another.
• I’m prominently left-handed but use my right hand for things.
• I cross-stitched and played the violin when I was young. I can still do one of the two.
• I eat my Skittles and M&M’s by color. The order changes per occasion.
• I toss and turn so bad while falling asleep we had to get a mattress that doesn’t transfer motion.
• I suck the mint ice cream off the chocolate chips and spit them back in the bowl.
• I am terrified of the possibility of seeing ghosts.

I Love

Coach bags, red wine, Plumeria flowers, exploring new places, Diet Dr. Pepper, Philadelphia Eagles football, watching crappy TV, going to the movies, trying new restaurants and recipes, fresh fruit, thunderstorms, Halloween, hayrides, when the leaves change color, big sunglasses, well-worn pairs of jeans, soft t-shirts, hooded sweatshirts, Ford Mustangs, playing XBox, redecorating my house, Wawa cappuccino and Tiffany’s.

I Don’t Like

needles, root beer, blow-up Christmas yard decorations, folding laundry, black licorice, tequila, wet socks, when my food touches, talking on the phone, being in crowded public places, other drivers, irresponsible pet owners, bugs that sting, gold jewelry, lilacs, humidity, a messy house, doing the dishes, hot tea and leftovers.