Girls are mean. Seriously.
Not to say that boy's aren't, but girls are just down right hateful sometimes...you know? I found this totally fitting for today's post. "The Plastics" make me laugh! Sidenote: so hard to pick just one clip!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=re5veV2F7eY
Maybe it's because we're female...so we have PMS, and cray cray hormone levels, and attitudes. We can be overly critical of another woman from her weight, to her social/financial status to how she raises her children, or treats her husband. We can struggle with jealousy, and discontentment.
But who really know. Girls are just mean.
I had my mean girl encounter yesterday. Without getting gossipy or detailed (because y'all know chicks LOOOOVE a juicy gossip session) this was completely unexpected, and totally 100% unjustified. But I let her have her moment, and say whatever nonsense she needed to say, and just had to let it go.
Hmph!
Not to say I wasn't totally seething in anger..."Wait...what? Did she seriously just say that?? No!!! I will......"
We're human. We can get a little pissy sometimes, and might blow a gasket or two...three, or four...but we gotta let it go. Learn from it. Change it. And move on.
Do you know a mean girl?
No. Don't tell me about her. Pray for her. Love her, and for the love, please refrain from slapping her, ok? Even if she might need it :) Behind every mean girl is a scared, lonely, and super insecure child who might just need a little grace.
Here's to all the Karen's, Regina's, and Gretchen's of the world!
Happy Monday, good girls.
xo!
Monday, October 22, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
tall one turns 20
This is my Austin.
Today he turns 20.
Gosh, he's cute.
Austin Taylor Williamson came into our family on October 19, 1992. He was sibling number 4. He had jet black hair, the sweetest smile ever created, and a fiery temper like the devil. My Mom use to cry when she tucked him into bed at night because she had spent the past 12 hours disciplining him/time-outing him/yelling/parenting times a thousand him. And the next morning it would start all over again. Austin never cried. I use to think he was half human, and half steel because he was so strong willed.
As he grew, God mellowed him out...and we are thankful :)
He is gentle, soft spoken, and has a heart of gold. When he's home from college for the weekend, he and Trent are typically attached at the hip. I love that about our family. We genuinely like each other.
He's also tall. Really tall. I only come up to his arm pit...which makes me think I got the shaft in the height department. We call him "Biggin' and Tall One."
And he's funny as crap.
I love and truly admire who you are, T. You have grown into such an amazing man of character, and just make me really proud to be your sister. I hope you feel loved, and treasured today. You greatly bless my life, and I'm just thankful to call you my family.
Happy 20th, tall one!
xo,
Kiki
Austin Taylor Williamson came into our family on October 19, 1992. He was sibling number 4. He had jet black hair, the sweetest smile ever created, and a fiery temper like the devil. My Mom use to cry when she tucked him into bed at night because she had spent the past 12 hours disciplining him/time-outing him/yelling/parenting times a thousand him. And the next morning it would start all over again. Austin never cried. I use to think he was half human, and half steel because he was so strong willed.
As he grew, God mellowed him out...and we are thankful :)
He is gentle, soft spoken, and has a heart of gold. When he's home from college for the weekend, he and Trent are typically attached at the hip. I love that about our family. We genuinely like each other.
Happy 20th, tall one!
xo,
Kiki
Thursday, October 11, 2012
gratitude
I recieved a sweet compliment from a precious lady at work yesterday. Her name is Mrs. Nancy.
She has worked for many years as the office manager here, and she's a trip! It's always fun to see her, and her husband Bill drop in every 3,000 miles, or so for an oil change, and give her round of hugs.
She came over to my desk, reached over and squeezed my hand, and gave me a warm smile, "Krissy, I just wanted to tell you that your by far the best receptionist this dealership has ever had. You have the kindest voice, and I just really wanted to tell you that, dear."
Mrs. Nancy, you are cute!
I'm choosing to share this with y'all for a few reason:
1.) It just made me smile. Compliments tend to do that to people, and we should give them more often.
2.) I was a little convicted.
3.) Well...I just wanted to share :)
As most of you know, I've been working as the front desk receptionist at my local Ford dealership for 3 years now. My Ford family has been loving, and gracious to me, and I'm so very thankful for them, but I've been struggling with my job for a while now. While I truly like my bosses, and co-workers, I can't help but think that I need a change. I need a challenge. I need more...
Have you ever felt like that?
It's easy to get hung up on the down sides of what you do, or maybe even loose your focus, and drive. Maybe your a stay at home Mom that just gets really tired of being poured out all day long for your little people. Maybe your a 40 hour a weeker that really needs better pay, or a vacation. Are you a student that just feels overwhelmed with classes, and deadlines?
People, I feel ya!
Philippians 2:14-16 (NIV)
14 Do everything without grumbling or arguing, 15 so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation. Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky 16 as you hold firmly to the Word of life. And then I will be able to boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor in vain.
Ain't that just like God to bring you back to reality, and give you a big ol dose of "get over it"?!
So, will y'all join with me today in learning to be grateful for whatever place God has you?
Cool! Happy Thursday, friends!
xo,
K
She has worked for many years as the office manager here, and she's a trip! It's always fun to see her, and her husband Bill drop in every 3,000 miles, or so for an oil change, and give her round of hugs.
She came over to my desk, reached over and squeezed my hand, and gave me a warm smile, "Krissy, I just wanted to tell you that your by far the best receptionist this dealership has ever had. You have the kindest voice, and I just really wanted to tell you that, dear."
Mrs. Nancy, you are cute!
I'm choosing to share this with y'all for a few reason:
1.) It just made me smile. Compliments tend to do that to people, and we should give them more often.
2.) I was a little convicted.
3.) Well...I just wanted to share :)
As most of you know, I've been working as the front desk receptionist at my local Ford dealership for 3 years now. My Ford family has been loving, and gracious to me, and I'm so very thankful for them, but I've been struggling with my job for a while now. While I truly like my bosses, and co-workers, I can't help but think that I need a change. I need a challenge. I need more...
Have you ever felt like that?
It's easy to get hung up on the down sides of what you do, or maybe even loose your focus, and drive. Maybe your a stay at home Mom that just gets really tired of being poured out all day long for your little people. Maybe your a 40 hour a weeker that really needs better pay, or a vacation. Are you a student that just feels overwhelmed with classes, and deadlines?
People, I feel ya!
Philippians 2:14-16 (NIV)
14 Do everything without grumbling or arguing, 15 so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation. Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky 16 as you hold firmly to the Word of life. And then I will be able to boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor in vain.
Ain't that just like God to bring you back to reality, and give you a big ol dose of "get over it"?!
So, will y'all join with me today in learning to be grateful for whatever place God has you?
Cool! Happy Thursday, friends!
xo,
K
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
taco's!
Eat up buttercup.
Oh, I will most likely sub grouper, or tilapia for the salmon. I don't dig the salmon. I think it smells/taste like cat food. Sorry salmon lovers...no offense.
By all means put whatever lil fishy's you want...I won't judge. I have a weakness for tacos.They're abundant, typically cheap, and vibrantly flavorful. When I cook at home, I strive for healthy dishes that are rich in both flavor and color—and these tacos win on all fronts. The spice rub is so simple and so versatile: you can use it with veggies, tofu, shrimp, fish or chicken.
Recipe: The Best Healthy Tacos
Serves 4
For the salsa:
*2 cups cherry tomatoes, quartered
*4 green onions, thinly sliced
*3 tbsp. fresh cilantro, chopped
*1/2 small jalapeño, finely diced
*Juice of 1 lime
*1/2 tsp. sea salt
For the salmon:
*1 tbsp. paprika
*1 tbsp. cumin
*1 tsp. chipotle chile powder
*1/2 tsp. sea salt
*12 oz. wild Alaskan salmon, in filets
*Corn tortillas for serving
Garnish:
*Feta cheese, crumbled
*Lime slices
*Cilantro
What to do?
Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
First, make the salsa. In a mixing bowl, combine the cherry tomatoes with the green onions, cilantro, jalapeño, lime juice and sea salt. Set aside until ready for use.
Next, combine the paprika, cumin, chipotle and sea salt to make the rub. Generously season the salmon with the rub. You may have a little left over—you can save it in a sealed glass jar in the pantry for future use.
Lightly grease a medium baking dish and place the salmon fillets inside, skin side down. Roast for about 12-15 minutes, until the salmon is cooked through but not dry. (Cooking times will vary depending on the thickness of your fillet—so be sure to check after about 10 minutes.) Remove salmon from heat and set aside to cool for a few minutes. Flake the salmon with a fork for serving.
Prepare the tacos on a single corn tortilla with the salmon first, followed by the salsa, feta cheese, and a cilantro/lime garnish if desired. Enjoy!
Thank you so much, Kimberley!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
shout out to mom's
Well hey there, friends! It's been a good bit since my last post, and I suppose I've been a little lost of inspiration. Sorry. But good news...
We're back in action!
I woke up really early this morning...2:34 a.m. to be exact. This rarely happens. I'm usually out like a light once my head hits the pillow. But for some reason Nick just couldn't sleep, and was wide flippin' awake at 2 a.m. His excuse: my snoring woke him up. I snore? No way...this can't be?!?!
Nick not sleeping rarely presents a problem, unless he's rediculously loud, and disruptive...which he totally was in the wee early hours of the morning. I'm a super light sleeper, so once I'm awake, it takes a while for me to go back to sleep because I hear everything. This morning I heard the toilet flush, light's flick on and off, the T.V. talking, the shower running...endless. He finally slipped back into bed just after 4 a.m...after he paid bills. Lordy.
This made me think of all my "Mom" friends, and really put things in perspective for me.
It's probably very typical for most of you to be awaken by a crying baby, a sick toddler, a scary dream, wet underpants, a monster in the closet, and the list goes on...
How do you do it, Mom's? Do you just run on adrenaline, and caffeine? It's only a little after noon, and I'm feeling the great effects of my very broken sleep last night.
I just wanted to take a moment, and say that I'm really amazed by all my fabulous, and awesome mom-friends that God's generously placed in my life! I LOVE living vicariously through you all, and being apart of your really long days...and nights :)
Calling my best friend, and hearing "KIKI" through the phone because the little girls know who's talking to Mommy.
Trying hard not to laugh when their getting scolded for talking back, or being sassy because I see "mini me's" of the personalities that I love so dearly.
Smiling when I hear the sweet baby sounds of the itty bitty's.
Cracking up when my girlfriend calls me to tell me that her daughter just dressed herself, and it involves a pink leotard, daisy dukes, a fedora and shoes on the wrong feet.
Mom's- I love y'all dearly, and have such a respect for what you do! Cheers!
LOVE YOU ALL!!!
We're back in action!
I woke up really early this morning...2:34 a.m. to be exact. This rarely happens. I'm usually out like a light once my head hits the pillow. But for some reason Nick just couldn't sleep, and was wide flippin' awake at 2 a.m. His excuse: my snoring woke him up. I snore? No way...this can't be?!?!
Nick not sleeping rarely presents a problem, unless he's rediculously loud, and disruptive...which he totally was in the wee early hours of the morning. I'm a super light sleeper, so once I'm awake, it takes a while for me to go back to sleep because I hear everything. This morning I heard the toilet flush, light's flick on and off, the T.V. talking, the shower running...endless. He finally slipped back into bed just after 4 a.m...after he paid bills. Lordy.
This made me think of all my "Mom" friends, and really put things in perspective for me.
It's probably very typical for most of you to be awaken by a crying baby, a sick toddler, a scary dream, wet underpants, a monster in the closet, and the list goes on...
How do you do it, Mom's? Do you just run on adrenaline, and caffeine? It's only a little after noon, and I'm feeling the great effects of my very broken sleep last night.
I just wanted to take a moment, and say that I'm really amazed by all my fabulous, and awesome mom-friends that God's generously placed in my life! I LOVE living vicariously through you all, and being apart of your really long days...and nights :)
Calling my best friend, and hearing "KIKI" through the phone because the little girls know who's talking to Mommy.
Trying hard not to laugh when their getting scolded for talking back, or being sassy because I see "mini me's" of the personalities that I love so dearly.
Smiling when I hear the sweet baby sounds of the itty bitty's.
Cracking up when my girlfriend calls me to tell me that her daughter just dressed herself, and it involves a pink leotard, daisy dukes, a fedora and shoes on the wrong feet.
Mom's- I love y'all dearly, and have such a respect for what you do! Cheers!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
life's a changin'...
I've been thinking today about how much my life has changed since I've gotten married, and grown older. Things that I use to think were "so important" have long been tossed to the side as I embark on the newer, and ever changing seasons of my life these days...
I now:
*Attend home-owners meetings.
*Clip/organize coupons, and typically know what's on sale before hand.
*Plan week night dinners, and experiment with new/healthy recipe's.
*Exercise is no longer an option.
*Bed time is never later than 10PM on a week night, and weekend fun usually winds down by 11PM.
*Realize the importance of sunscreen, and cutting out processed foods.
*Lingering longer in the 'Lawn and Garden Center' at Home Depot.
*Applying anti-aging creams before age 30.
*Saturday afternoon's consist of friend's kid's birthday parties.
*Appreciate clothing styles that flatter my body type.
*Loving and needing the different types of people God randomly places in your life.
Yes, my life is very different now, but I have such an appreciation for this.
Embrace whatever, and wherever God has you right now, friends. It's good.
xo,
K
I now:
*Attend home-owners meetings.
*Clip/organize coupons, and typically know what's on sale before hand.
*Plan week night dinners, and experiment with new/healthy recipe's.
*Exercise is no longer an option.
*Bed time is never later than 10PM on a week night, and weekend fun usually winds down by 11PM.
*Realize the importance of sunscreen, and cutting out processed foods.
*Lingering longer in the 'Lawn and Garden Center' at Home Depot.
*Applying anti-aging creams before age 30.
*Saturday afternoon's consist of friend's kid's birthday parties.
*Appreciate clothing styles that flatter my body type.
*Loving and needing the different types of people God randomly places in your life.
Yes, my life is very different now, but I have such an appreciation for this.
Embrace whatever, and wherever God has you right now, friends. It's good.
xo,
K
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
death by body wash
I decided to half way clean the house last night at 7:45 PM. I'm not sure why I only decided to clean half. Maybe I was feeling lazy? Why not clean the whole thing, and be done? Nope, half way works. So, I opted for a bathroom quickie, rearranged some lamps, vacuumed the den, and mopped the floors without a mop. Not fun. My mop snapped in half 2 weeks ago, and I've put off buying a new one.
I hate mopping and dusting.
I glanced in the master shower. Not bad. So I gave it a few squirts of Clorox, and called it a day. Forget scrubbing tonight.
After this, I decided to take a shower, and snuggle in to watch "Keeping Up With The Kardashians."
Don't judge me.
So I quickly rinsed the shower, and jumped in.
I was on a 4 minute mission. In and out. Multi-task. I suds up my hair, and rinse while scrubbing my face. I squirt in some conditioner, get soap in my eye, flush out the eye-ball, while reaching for the shower brush to comb through the conditioner. I open my poor inflammed eye to see a flipping cockroach just chillin' in his little sauna on the ledge UNDERNEATH my shower brush.
I scream. Talk myself out of fainting. Scream again. Shallow breathing. It was bad.
I can kill just about anything except roaches. They make my cry. Literally.
I had to kill it. What if it was a flying one? Oh gosh, my heart would stop beating, and then who would call 911?? Nick was working till mid-night, and he'd come home to a dead wife in the shower with a flying cockroach in the bathroom. No! I had to find the courage to kill it. Had. To.
Very slowly I grab the huge bottle of Dove body wash (Sam's Club, baby) closed my eyes, and just started slamming the heck out of this roach, while screaming my head off. I'm surprised my neighbors didn't call the police upon thinking a serial killer had broken into my house and was trying to murder me.
4 seconds later the roach is dead, and is in a bunch of little pieces.
I collect myself, turn off the shower, shutter, and smile.
I will never, ever half way clean again. Like ever.
Happy hump day.
xo,
K
I hate mopping and dusting.
I glanced in the master shower. Not bad. So I gave it a few squirts of Clorox, and called it a day. Forget scrubbing tonight.
After this, I decided to take a shower, and snuggle in to watch "Keeping Up With The Kardashians."
Don't judge me.
So I quickly rinsed the shower, and jumped in.
I was on a 4 minute mission. In and out. Multi-task. I suds up my hair, and rinse while scrubbing my face. I squirt in some conditioner, get soap in my eye, flush out the eye-ball, while reaching for the shower brush to comb through the conditioner. I open my poor inflammed eye to see a flipping cockroach just chillin' in his little sauna on the ledge UNDERNEATH my shower brush.
I scream. Talk myself out of fainting. Scream again. Shallow breathing. It was bad.
I can kill just about anything except roaches. They make my cry. Literally.
I had to kill it. What if it was a flying one? Oh gosh, my heart would stop beating, and then who would call 911?? Nick was working till mid-night, and he'd come home to a dead wife in the shower with a flying cockroach in the bathroom. No! I had to find the courage to kill it. Had. To.
Very slowly I grab the huge bottle of Dove body wash (Sam's Club, baby) closed my eyes, and just started slamming the heck out of this roach, while screaming my head off. I'm surprised my neighbors didn't call the police upon thinking a serial killer had broken into my house and was trying to murder me.
4 seconds later the roach is dead, and is in a bunch of little pieces.
I collect myself, turn off the shower, shutter, and smile.
I will never, ever half way clean again. Like ever.
Happy hump day.
xo,
K
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