Kristann is a self-proclaimed 40-something couch potato
determined to get healthy and not be those three little letters…FAT. A Pediatric ICU nurse living in Flagstaff , Arizona ,
she knows all about how to be healthy, yet just can’t seem to apply this
science to her own life. Flagstaff
is the epitome of hippie outdoorsy life and she is NOT an outside girl (nor
does she like the smell of patchouli and body odor together). She lives with
her cat Daisy May (AKA the Ninja Kitten) and is really hoping she doesn’t turn
into the Crazy Cat Lady who threatens small children with a really big stick
from her front porch. She might have had that experience, but she doesn’t want
to BE that experience. So instead, Kristann has ventured into what she calls
The Running Experiment.
Which fairy tale
character do you feel most like? Why?
I mostly identify with the villains/villainesses in a fairy
tale. I am not like those fairytale Princesses. I don’t have sunshine and song
coming out my butt and I don’t need anyone to save me. I prefer to lurk in the
shadows and cause mayhem. It’s much more fun to be evil. You don’t have to
apologize for who you are if you are evil because then you can just blame it on
your evilness. Plus, I can practice my evil laugh: Bwhahahahahahaha!
Share a family ritual
that has special meaning to you.
Well, there was this one time I sent my infant brother down
the laundry chute. That was fun for me until my butt met the hand of my mother.
Oh wait. You mean like a tradition. Actually, the one thing I can think of is
that we always make these special cookies at Christmas called Kringla. Maybe
it’s because I am a Fat Girl that cookies are special, but, really, making
these means Christmas is here. Plus, I
really like to eat them. A lot. Hence,
why I am fat.
Say something about
poverty.
Poor people can’t afford food, which is a crime to a Fat
Girl. Seriously. And why is it that the most fattening food is the cheapest? It’s
like saying if you are poor you must also be fat, wear sweats and live in a
trailer drinking your wine out of a box. Hey…don’t judge me. Excuse me, but I
must run to Wal-Mart now for another box.
Share something that
no one knows about you.
Wow, you are nosy, aren’t you? Can’t a Fat Girl keep some
secrets? When you read my blog, you will see that I share almost everything;
but in reality, I am painfully shy. No. Really. In a social situation, I am a
total wallflower. Going to an all-women’s college helped me break out somewhat
and I am sure my Cottey sisters will laugh when I say I am shy. Writing helps
me step outside my comfort zone without having to actually talk to somebody
face to face and look like a total Fat-Girl spaz. The computer helps with that,
but it really doesn’t help me lose weight. Pretty sure between my couch and
computer and working nights, I am doomed to be fat.
Share a childhood
experience with death.
When I was a toddler, I had a near-drowning experience where
I fell into a swimming pool and a Great Dane jumped in and saved me. My only
memory is of a hazy bright ball and the wetness of the water. I have no idea
where my parents were when it happened. Maybe they ran to Wal-Mart for more
wine. Or maybe I was being raised by the dog. That would explain a lot.
To learn more than you ever thought you would want to know
about Kristann, visit her
blog.
Kristann, you are the
least-shy woman I have ever met. Wait. No, that would be Leslie from dear old
Cottey C. But you’re a close second. So this is one Cottey sister laughing. Of
course, I’m also rolling on the floor over the idea of you being raised by a
Great Dane…. Keep writing. You’re the only person I know who can make me laugh
so hard.
My next guest will be
Mary Ann Bernal, a historical novelist with a passion for football!
Love Kristann's Blog, Love Kristann more! Thank you for writing about my wonderful, creative, friend. :D
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