I was perusing my daily reads list today (which I haven't been too good about actually reading daily lately) and happened upon a funny thing that a.k.a. Monty, a fellow Okie, said to do. And like the lemming that I am, I did it. Google "(your name) is". Just like that, in quotations.
Without further ado, my findings.
Kristin is . . . here, but he did say to me that "we may have missed her". (Dang, I hate it when they miss me. Wish I knew who "they" were, though...)
Kristin is . . . The most fun, energetic, loving person I have ever known. (Well, if you must...go on...)
Kristin is . . . by far the most strong-willed, beautifully spirited woman I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. (I am SO not strong-willed. Stubborn maybe, but strong-willed never.)
Kristin is . . . cute and has fantastic eyes (You can tell from my profile picture.)
Kristin is . . . wonderful and beautiful (My ego, it is growing.)
Kristin is . . . a rare (A rare what?? Steak? Gem? Flea market find? WHAT???)
Kristin is . . . the most admirable character (I'm not sure I like being called a character, but go ahead and admire me if you must.)
Kristin is . . . highly sought after thanks to performances (*blush* I didn't think anyone was watching.)
Kristin is . . . one of the most conscious people I have ever met (As opposed to be unconscious?)
Kristin is . . . more deathrock than you (Hell yes, I am. And don't you forget it.)
Kristin is . . . "Wanda's" real name (So much for that witness protection thing.)
Kristin is . . . of age (Of too much age.)
Kristin is . . . a young lady who loves Pete (Crap. Pete it was supposed to be a SECRET, dammit.)
Kristin is . . . looking for a personal trainer (Or a pool boy. I'm not picky.)
Kristin is . . . a glossy, attractive, dark sweet cherry (Nope. Not even gonna touch that one.)
Go ahead. You know you want to. Google yourself. See what you are.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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I can't believe it! I can comment without going through the 27 step process that I have been using the last two months. What the heck was I gonna say? I love the new look - it's fantabulous, Diva.
Congratulations on your win - enjoy your reign.
Love,
Moos
Kristin is...giving me lots of ideas to steal for my own little corner of blogdom.
This kept me entertained for about 30 minutes. I like shiny things, too.
I am glad you are conscious.
Kristin is ...... a little self centered?
Kristin is ........ thinkin' the world revolves around her?
Kristin is ......... gonna share her cheese?
HA HA HA !!!
No, really, adorable. Rock on sister!
Moos-I am so glad that is fixed!! The bloggods have smiled upon you today, blogsis!
HillbillyMom-And even after I posted this last night, I found more than were even better!! I was laughing hysterically. Can't wait to see what you are!!
April-Heck yes I'm self-centered. How else does one achieve diva status?? If you are deadset on some free cheese, I guess I will share. I'm feeling kind of generous today.
Do you deliver? I'd like it melted over tacos, please.
hehehe
With a side of spanish rice and some refried beans too! Come on, ya know ya wanna!!
Yeah, I deliver. I'll hobble over in my sex boot contraption. Picture me hobbling into town carrying a plate of cheese for you. Now do you feel bad for harpin' about the cheese?
LOL
I cannot believe I just wrote "sex boot". It was supposed to be SEXY. SEX-Y. With a Y. I do not use the boot for sex. In no way, shape, form, or fashion. It is not a sex boot.
Well, I don't really need any of your stinkin' cheese, I've got plenty of my own, thank ya verr' much. Great stuff, hope you don't mind me stealin this idea for myself, got some pretty good ones back for me.
Oh, and i haven't forgotten about your questions, I'm just having problems thinking about good ones. I will post them for you here when I get them done.
Have a great day!
mrzmyrmtthws-(Boy, that's a handful just to type!) Ooh you get free cheese too? Or are you just satisfied with your boughten cheese?
I knew you hadn't forgotten me. Besides, if I ever feel like you've forgotten me I'll make sure to jump up and down and holler and shout and spam you and leave you 40 gazillion comments to remind you of who I am. Just so you know. Yes, be afraid. Be very afraid. I am relentless.
If you find a good pool boy...call me. Immediately. I realize I don't have a pool..but I can work around that.
Try & get one of the really hot ones, with big, muscular arms, mmmkay? ;)
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