Blogging

So, I have owned the domain name for this blog for over one year now.  Actually, to be completely honest, I meant to let it lapse after my first year of ownership was over and not one word was written, but it turns out that just not replying to “Renew Now!” emails from godaddy.com does not cancel things like this.  In fact (and this is a sad but very telling statement about myself, one in which anybody who knows me well will not be surprised by), I saw the charge hit my credit card, thought about calling and canceling, decided that actually picking up the phone and doing so was way too much effort, shrugged my shoulders, and decided that THIS was the year I was going to start blogging.

So here I am.  Approximately 6 months later.

I have no real plans for this blog.  I just thought it sounded like fun to start writing in an informal manner.  I have never been able to write in a journal because I just end up feeling like a pretentious dork-face every time I go back one year later and read what I wrote.  There was also a terrible incident involving a journal written by an 11 year Kristi in the weeks after she read Anne Frank which a 21 year old Kristi found when her parents moved to Atlanta.  Good Lord, I was lame (probably still am, and now I am posting it on the INTERNET where I can’t very well just scribble through every thing…I should probably think about this longer.  Oh well.  I already paid for the extra year).  Anyways, so I have some sort of weird pretentious phobia, which has prevented me from ever being able to be serious ever.  It’s an annoying thing to have, along with a phone phobia and a formal complaint making phobia.  But luckily for me (and YOU, if anyone is even reading this), Blake has talked me into trying this out.

I have an aborted first attempt at a first blog entry that I dismissed as trying too hard (read the paragraph directly above this one for some insight in my dislike of pretentiousness in case you already forgot).  Maybe I will go back and post that one some day, but I have been trying to think of an appropriate first blog entry topic/theme for some time now.  I thought about maybe just reviewing candy, because how innocuous is that!?  Then I thought, “Kristi, you have the attention span of a 2-year old.”  So I thought about maybe a knitting blog?  God knows I follow enough of those (which yes, I realize that is intensely lame).  Again though, I didn’t want to be bored and eventually end up auto-paying for a non-updated blog for a million years (because I will be damned if I cancel my payments on my own accord!), and decided that this will be a Here Is What Goes On In Kristi’s Brain For Those Who Are Interested Blog.  And for my first entry, I will tell you how hail tried to kill me last night.

I walk to and from work, for those of you who don’t know that.  I live approximately 0.7 miles from work (yes I measured it in my car because I am lame like that), and I like to think of my walks to and from work as mini-free workouts.  So, I decided that even though it kinda looked like there might be a tornado outside, that since there was no rain, I should be ok walking.  And that way I could eat an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner.  Decision made.  The first sign that this was a bad decision should have been the wind which was whipping around so much, the dirt hitting my legs felt like mini-dirt pellets attacking me.  Or maybe like really angry gnats with teeth.  Whatever.  It hurt.  I got about half way home, when what seemed like a giant snow ball hit me in the arm.  Confused, I looked around to see who had managed to get a hold of a giant snowball in the middle of Dallas in June.  At that point, God decided to smite me, and a million HAIL balls (and yes balls, because they were way bigger than normal little hail pellets.  These were the size of snowballs) started pelting me and all the cars in downtown.  I reacted by flat out sprinting down the street to my apartment, blocking my head/eyes with my arm (of course, there were plenty of places for me to enter and wait out the storm, but another thing about me is that I have the worst emergency reactions on the face of the planet…more about that later).  Luckily (and obviously), I lived.  I thought I might have some really awesome hail bruises on my arms as evidence, but depressingly, you have to hit me with a sledge hammer in order for any bruises to show up on my body (don’t try it, please).  But let me tell you, I am now sorer (Microsoft Word corrected “more sore” to “sorer” so even though that looks very wrong to me, I am just going to assume that Microsoft Word would never lie) than I have been in approximately 8 years.

Ok.  I have a blog entry.  I think I am actually going to post this one!  Hooray!  Maybe tomorrow I will review some candy or something.