New Biz card

Love Printing @Wally World.

This is our new Biz Card.

With a sweet deal from WalMart's Photo Center, I was able to fit 4 to a 4x6 pic.

Each pic was .15 cents.

(they are only 2x3 inches each but WHO CARES!!!!)

That's 400 cards for $15. AND they are exactly what we wanted.

If you are interested in having me

whip you up a batch of homemade biz cards,

email me @ krishans31@yahoo.com.

I charge $20 for the computer work.

I got a REALLY wild hair yesterday

And colored all of my hair brown.

I'm happy.

Except that some of my strands were so bleached,

they now sport a purple hue.

yeah. I'm punk.

(april, I might need you to help me get the few strands to go darker.)

After I wash it, I'll post a pic.

Luke liked it better blonde.

Thanks Heather. I think you did a great job.

To Dance.... To Dream

Bought these today:

I know Kate will dance beautifully.

She can do the Chinese splits (is that what they are called?).

She is very bendy.

She loves to show me her twirls.

She loves to explain how she can kick her leg high to her Daddy.

At her first recital, I am to bring her Chocolates and Wil will bring her Flowers.

I never took ANY dance classes. I have always wanted to glide when I walk.... I stumble and lumber. Do you think it's too late to learn?

Realistic Discovery

I'm here. I am posting to say I'll be posting! How sick is that! I think it is divinely twisted.

Um yeah. I didn't get as much done as I would have hoped. Maybe it's not the computer holding me back. Mysterious. What will I give up next in my experimental quest to discover "What Takes My Time?", you ask? Well, I think I THINK too much. Just sit and think, think, think. We'll see. Next week I'm going I will attempt to think less. FAsCinatINg!

Tell me your To-Day-Dream

What is your dream today?

I want to make a GINORMOUS donation of crapola. I want to walk through my house, not AROUND or OVER things in the way. Just once.

Reveling.

I never told what happened when Wil returned from San Fran to find that his spontaneous better half and purchased 2000 sq feet of sod.

Absolutely nothing. He loves me. Wait. I had to by tissues and cold meds. And give some TLC as we was practically at death's door.

Today, Kelli (who claims to be the IT in Saying It Simply. ~ you see, she is the middle sis.) and I vegged in the grassy green, lush backyard. Doing absolutely nothing, but loving that we weren't trying to relax in dirt.

Did I tell you I open my blinds to the back now?

We still need to make flower beds and haul in lots of dark dirt (I'll get that next time Wil travels.) and clean up a crap load of weeds under the tramp. Not worried about the tramp area though. The pool will be going there in about 2 weeks.

You should all come visit me. We can sit on the ground in my backyard and love that I make crazy decisions. (ok. got the pic off the internet. not my yard. but someday it will be all done.)

do YOU have a slogan?

Your Slogan Should Be

Kris. Uncommonly Made, Uncommonly Good.

The Slogan Generator

I am having tee shirts and skivvies made- Preorder yours and receive a 10% discount! Plus, if you are spotted by a member of my entourage sporting KrisWear, you can come over for dinner.

Your Slogan Should Be

Joel. Love Every Bite.

The Slogan Generator

Oh yah....he's delicious.

Six Degrees of....

ME!

Ya know when you're talking to someone and one thing leads to another and 'You went to school with so-n-so's cousin who's best friend is now married to your best friend's little sister?' (OK. I know that sounds totally whacked, but I have a point.)

It happened t'nite. Every time I go ANYWHERE- I know someone. AND more often than not, I have in someway or another dated someone they are talking about. How is this possible? I have been married for almost 14 years. I got married at 20! Yet, ruthlessly my past conquests (yep, I said conquest) are popping up. When I make the initial connection down memory lane, I laugh at the silliness of it, but then I go home and I feel a tad mortified. My buddy, Jennifer, is usually with me when these hauntings occur, and I fear she might be thinking I was a player... Nope. Just a terrible flirt.

So my question this evening is this- How many of you, my visitors to the HIDEOUT, do I really know? Are you here by happenstance or did you arrive via the SIX DEGREES OF ME~kris?

Secret Secrets of the HIDEOUT

I hate being “IT”. I have been tagged. Does anyone really want to know any of this?

All about THE FINANCIER & THE VOICE

What is his name? Joel. (but I wish I could call him an off the wall nickname like Wil.)

How long have you been together? Married 13 and a half years

How long did you date? 3 months to engagement…7 months later double-knotted. ----but we met when I was 16 and he was 17~a Spring Break Fling (Our first kiss is pictured. We're talkin' VERY FIRST KISS!)

Who eats more? Sweet- me/Salty–Wil (thought I’d try it out)

Who said I love you first? I can’t even remember. I probably told him that HE loves ME.

Who is taller? The Financier can change the light bulbs

Who is smarter? I am ~ we took an IQ test a couple years back and I cling to that score!

Who does the laundry? I sort, wash, dry & fold… but I HATE to put it away.

Who does the dishes? Lately, it’s been a joint effort. I love a clean sink in the morn and he loves a happy me!

Who sleeps on the right? I like to be farthest from the door. I am not a sympathetic mom when the sun goes down. I know the sun will be up again far sooner than I’d like.

Who pays the bills? I stress when it comes to the coinage.

Who mows the lawn? We’ll see… We put grass in this past fall.

Who cooks dinner? Depends on the day… if the day was crazy…Joel; if I need him to fix something, me.

Who drives when you are together? He does. I need new glasses and he knows it.

Who is more stubborn? Ohhhhh …. That’s easy. Me.

Who kissed who first? I’m sure I did. I am aggressive.

Who asked who out first? Wil asked me, but I eagerly said yes.

Who proposed? He did. I was a brat that night. Can’t believe he actually went through with it.

Who has more siblings? I am the most mature (ok. Oldest) of 4 and he is the big baby (youngest) of 3.

Who wears the pants? He does. I can’t find where he puts them after they are clean!