Formulary

Bronchitis plus sinus infection equals antibiotics, clear liquids, and:

About

Hey, I’m Kristine.  I’m 43 and live in Kansas City.  I have one child, Andrea, who is 20.  Here we are:

And here we are:

She looks like her dad.

She’s away at college now and I’m divorced so I’m an empty-empty nester.  I’m trying to make a full life for myself, though, which you may get hints of from my blog.  Some things about me:

• I take pictures of everything.

• I love the smell of gasoline.  LOVE.
• It bugs me that Wonder Woman’s Invisible Jet isn’t invisible.
• I’ve had so many dreams where I realize I’m naked that I periodically check, in real life, to make sure I’m clothed.
• I still haven’t gotten anyone to tattoo my name on their bicep.

I guess those are the big things.

Wishes

I’d like a better camera so I can start cloud collecting.  I would also be a tree, water, and sunset collector.

Note to Self

For some reason, I keep having the two places of Oregon and Honduras brought up to me.  Perhaps I am supposed to go or will one day go?  Dream destinations still remain of Israel, Greece, and Antarctica.

About

I take pictures of everything.

I love the smell of gasoline.  LOVE.

It bugs me that Wonder Woman’s Invisible Jet isn’t invisible.

I’ve had so many dreams where I realize I’m naked that I periodically check, in real life, to make sure I’m clothed.

I still haven’t gotten anyone to tattoo my name on their bicep.

Psst

While A’s at a friend’s house tonight, thought I’d tell you SOMEBODY turns NINETEEN tomorrow…

And we’re moving again, too.  Whee!

New Day

I’m home.  In the kitchen, my calendar hangs on April.

It’s June.

Six weeks of inpatient treatment four states over will do that to a calendar.

Love Me I Am Crazy

Post coming soon about Andrea, Ryan’s and my roadtrip to the Psychiatric Museum… housed in what used to be Missouri State Lunatic Asylum #2!

In Need of Assistance

The machines are trying to communicate with Allison and I at work.  First, her computer called her a foo.

Don’t believe me?

“Problem with shortcut.  FOO.”

Then a few weeks ago she came back from the printer room eyeing me suspiciously, asking “Krissy did you print this??”

“No… I didn’t!  I really didn’t!”  (Really, I didn’t) so we got a good two days coming up with theories on who (the printer) needed help and what (something HORRIBLE) they needed help with.

TODAY!  I went to the printer room and stumbled upon these…

God I wish there had been a fourth sheet saying:  HURRY

But the printer needs help and it’s something regarding us getting http 1.0.  We’ll get mileage out of this for the rest of the week.

Target

I just bought sexy for sixteen ninety-nine.