...much love, kris

Medical anthropologist. Walking contradiction. Scotch snob.

Currently residing in Scotland with a handsome fellow called Spouse where the weather is terrible but life is good.

I'm finding that at some point recently I tripped over a tequila bottle and fell into adulthood.

Welcome.

Likes: Chocolate Milk

Dislikes: Depending on the day, everything or nothing

so we bottled and shelved all our regrets, let them ferment and got back to our senses, drove back home, slept a few days, woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be


Ask me anything  

well well well what do we have here

Why suddenly on a random Friday afternoon did I type tumblr into my search engine and open a new text box on my long-neglected sorry excuse for a blog?  No idea, really.  I guess I finally figured that this might be the only way to get all my crazy thoughts out of my head.  Let’s investigate:

- So far 2014 can suck my dick.  This week in particular has a very special table reserved for it in hell.  It’s the 17th of January.  Oh joy.

- One of my resolutions for New Year was to spend less time online and on the computer in general and more time reading.  I opened a book I bought last year and hate-read it because it was so terrible.  Then I spent three whole days dicking around on the internet.  So far so good.  

- I miss my BFF back home so much it hurts.  I miss my BFF here in the UK terribly too, but that’s my own fault, it’s really not hard to jump on a train and go visit.  

- I would kill for $50K right about now.  $50K would solve so many of my problems instantly.  Someone give me money

- Having Stephen Fry read Harry Potter to me via. audio book is one of the greatest things happening in my life at the moment

- Scotland winter absolutely blows.  No shocker there

- I would absolutely love to just take off for a week to one of the Western Isles.  Just me, no one else.  Find a random cabin and be completely alone for a week.  Maybe only 4 days because I would get real lonely but damn, I really need a break and some alone time to gather thoughts

- Spouse and I got into a huge fight this week (see: first point). I was being a bitch and he was being a douche.  We didn’t speak for two whole days.  Those two days were awful because despite the fact that he was being an uber-douche I missed him.  Strange how that works out.  

So yeah, no idea if this blogging thing is going to continue, maybe it will maybe it won’t, but it’s nice to get somethings out there.  

I had a job interview today, for a position I would have excelled at and kicked ass at and was experienced in.  Since I received the shortlisted email last Thursday I’ve spent the last few days reading up on the project, educating myself on things I might need to know for the interview, and practicing my ‘three words to describe myself, my biggest weakness’, etc.  I’ve felt so confident about it I was actually seeing myself in the position.

And then I went into the interview today and I bombed it.  Totally and completely failed.  I forgot how to speak, I forgot how to say words, I was a mess.  I have no idea why, I just was.  I’m not a bad interviewee, and yes I do get nervous sometimes, but not like today.  I BOMBED the interview.  And I just got the call from the lady who, though she was extremely nice, told me I didn’t get the job.  That although my qualifications were impeccable I was obviously very nervous this morning and didn’t say the things I should have, despite her knowing that I could have said things better.  She did say that out of 75 applications they only shortlisted 3 people, so I should feel quite good about myself.  But I don’t.  

I’m just wondering when the hell I’m going to stop being my own worst enemy. 

Reblogged from oxfordcommas
My life currently follows three of the lines on this chart.  Three.
I often don’t know if I should: 1) mockingly laugh at myself; 2) feel better that at least there are others who share my plight (because I sure as hell didn’t make this chart); or 3) just sigh and go back to working several jobs, applying for several more, and procrastinating on the internet.
So I do all three.  Yay.

My life currently follows three of the lines on this chart.  Three.

I often don’t know if I should: 1) mockingly laugh at myself; 2) feel better that at least there are others who share my plight (because I sure as hell didn’t make this chart); or 3) just sigh and go back to working several jobs, applying for several more, and procrastinating on the internet.

So I do all three.  Yay.

Reblogged from theagonyofdefeat
AKA: glorious
Married a die-hard Cincinnati fan, Brian Kelley can suck it

AKA: glorious

Married a die-hard Cincinnati fan, Brian Kelley can suck it

(Source: theagonyofdefeat, via matt-t)

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Reblogged from corenaming
13 degree drop in temperature just in time for our arrival Tuesday.

RUDE

13 degree drop in temperature just in time for our arrival Tuesday.

RUDE

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yourllbeanboyfriend:

Jason and I walked through the woods quietly, hand in hand, taking in the beauty of nature. “Shh,” he whispered, and pointed to our left at a mother moose and her baby wading through the reeds.

This is my new favorite thing in the whole world

yourllbeanboyfriend:

Jason and I walked through the woods quietly, hand in hand, taking in the beauty of nature. “Shh,” he whispered, and pointed to our left at a mother moose and her baby wading through the reeds.

This is my new favorite thing in the whole world

Reblogged from littlelaur
littlelaur:

if you haven’t considered getting stickygrams [instagram magnets] for your fridge…
i highly recommend you do. 
walking into my kitchen every morning to be greeted by my some of my favorite people is a pretty solid way to start the day.
stickygrams are $14.99 per sheet of 9 with free worldwide shipping

For future reference!

littlelaur:

if you haven’t considered getting stickygrams [instagram magnets] for your fridge…

i highly recommend you do. 

walking into my kitchen every morning to be greeted by my some of my favorite people is a pretty solid way to start the day.

stickygrams are $14.99 per sheet of 9 with free worldwide shipping

For future reference!

Reblogged from aros

illtakebombay:

aros:

‘Hippopotamus Bar‘

If I had this in my life, I would need nothing else. I would just open it and close it for hours. 

I NEED this.  No seriously, NEEEEEE-DUH

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Reblogged from champagnetoasts
Expectations are a funny thing. You waste so much time guessing what your life could look like, but the thing is, you can’t really know until the day you open your eyes and see that if you let go and lean into the unexpected, it may be something more beautiful than you ever could have imagined.

The New Normal  [via champagnetoasts:6twenty1:tallgirltales] (via sequinsandsideeye)

Oh dear deity I needed this today

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On Weight Loss And Trying, Oh How Hard It Is To Try
The above photo is me, in September, at my half-marathon.  When I was 30 pounds lighter and still had more to lose.  When I could look into the mirror and be super happy with what I saw, when I thought I could actually do this. 
I’m not quite sure when or how I started to pack on pounds.  Growing up I was the girl who could eat everything and anything and still be super skinny.  Too skinny.  I grew up and started putting on weight and suddenly got breasts, got a butt,lookedbetter, and I was really happy with it.  But it didn’t stop there, the weight kept coming and soon I was 20 pounds heavier than I should have been and it was bad.  Real bad.  Although I never actually thought I looked terrible, I could see it in pictures, I could see it in clothes sizes.  I tried to diet, tried to exercise, but I work behind a desk and I love beer and cheese and bread and food. 
The half-marathon this year was equal parts last-year-I-had-major-ankle-surgery-and-need-to-prove-to-myself-and-everyone-else-that-I-can-do-this and exercise to lose weight.  And I lost weight, and it was good.  But now that weight is back and it’s so frustrating, so frustrating, because seriously.  It doesn’t help that my good friends here in Edinburgh are yoga addicts and exercise buffs who all look 1,000X better than me in every piece of clothing they put on.  However I am resolved this holiday season to lace up the shoes instead of reaching for that extra piece of deliciousness and get back on track.  I have another half-marathon scheduled for April and am determined to get a better time than the one in September and be fit and ready for it.
Spouse and I head stateside in 3 weeks.  That means I have three weeks to eat right, exercise everyday, and be productive about my health before we see everyone back home and enjoy the holidays.  There isso muchI can do for myself in three weeks.  And so hopefully this will serve as a reminder to me when I want to sleep in that extra hour instead of pounding the pavement, when I want to eat chocolate instead of almonds. 
Here’s to the last few weeks of 2012 being healthy and productive.

On Weight Loss And Trying, Oh How Hard It Is To Try

The above photo is me, in September, at my half-marathon.  When I was 30 pounds lighter and still had more to lose.  When I could look into the mirror and be super happy with what I saw, when I thought I could actually do this. 

I’m not quite sure when or how I started to pack on pounds.  Growing up I was the girl who could eat everything and anything and still be super skinny.  Too skinny.  I grew up and started putting on weight and suddenly got breasts, got a butt,lookedbetter, and I was really happy with it.  But it didn’t stop there, the weight kept coming and soon I was 20 pounds heavier than I should have been and it was bad.  Real bad.  Although I never actually thought I looked terrible, I could see it in pictures, I could see it in clothes sizes.  I tried to diet, tried to exercise, but I work behind a desk and I love beer and cheese and bread and food. 

The half-marathon this year was equal parts last-year-I-had-major-ankle-surgery-and-need-to-prove-to-myself-and-everyone-else-that-I-can-do-this and exercise to lose weight.  And I lost weight, and it was good.  But now that weight is back and it’s so frustrating, so frustrating, because seriously.  It doesn’t help that my good friends here in Edinburgh are yoga addicts and exercise buffs who all look 1,000X better than me in every piece of clothing they put on.  However I am resolved this holiday season to lace up the shoes instead of reaching for that extra piece of deliciousness and get back on track.  I have another half-marathon scheduled for April and am determined to get a better time than the one in September and be fit and ready for it.

Spouse and I head stateside in 3 weeks.  That means I have three weeks to eat right, exercise everyday, and be productive about my health before we see everyone back home and enjoy the holidays.  There isso muchI can do for myself in three weeks.  And so hopefully this will serve as a reminder to me when I want to sleep in that extra hour instead of pounding the pavement, when I want to eat chocolate instead of almonds. 

Here’s to the last few weeks of 2012 being healthy and productive.

Reblogged from emilyinternet

hollywood has given us two, equally false, notions of marriage. either it’s the joining of two gorgeous young people “destined” to be together, or as a wheezing and cold institution inhabited by miserable and middle-aged wheezebags, usually meant to illustrate a counterpoint to the love the gorgeous young couple in the film will share once their destinies are realized, and they are able to finally be together against all odds. yawn. boring. wrong. …

it’s doing laundry. it’s paying bills. cleaning the kitty litter. marriage is a hundred thousand tiny tasks you share. it is peeling vegetables and changing lightbulbs and giving each other quick kisses and wishing for each other “a nice day.” it is coming home and smelling dinner cooking, and running out on a cold winter night for antacid because she has a headache and cannot sleep. sometimes marriage is being pissed off at each other for weeks at a time. and sometimes it’s walking into your children’s bedrooms and watching them sleep.

michael ian black (via emilyinternet)

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