i used to rule the world...

This past weekend my love and I went to see Coldplay. Andy bought our tickets months ago and we had been anxiously waiting. OH MY GOODNESS! They were amazing, spectacular, phenomenal!!! I can't wait til they come again so we can go see them again! We are poor college students so we could only afford the cheap seats (which were still $50+ a piece) but we still got really good seats. Well, we had the best of the cheapest seats, if that makes any sense. We decided that when we are rich we are going to go again and get front row seats. I can't wait!

Remember, remember the fifth of November...

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

I LOVE this movie! And I LOVE V.

Now for a little history lesson....

"Remember, remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder, treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.”

Guy Fawkes (1570-1606) was one of the English Roman Catholoic revolutionaries who planned to carry out the Gunpowder Plot. Now this plot was an attempt to kill King James I of England, his family, and most of the aristocracy by blowing up the House of Parliament during the State Opening on the fifth of November in 1605. Although Fawkes was not the mastermind behind the plot, he is believed to have been placed in charge of executing the plot because of his experience in military and explosives. The Gunpowder Plot was a failed attempt and Fawkes was captured while guarding the gunpowder that night.

On January 31, 1606, those involved in the conspiracy were to be "hanged, drawn and quartered. Fawkes, though weakened by torture, cheated the executioners. When he was to be hanged until almost dead, he jumped from the gallows, so his neck broke and he died, thus avoiding the gruesome later part of this form of execution."

Thhhhank youuuu Wikipedia :]

xo.

happy haunting!

oh boy, this sure brought back a lot of memories. :]

i sure hope everyone has a fabulous halloween!

xo kristen

blogroll.

here is my blogroll.
just trying to keep side columns nice and tidy :]

INSPIRE me.

emily falconbridge
ali edwards
art equals happy
creative blessing
elsie
freckled nest
old lady
ramblings and other such nonsense
red velvet art
secret stitch club
{create*loves}
~*~
inspiration everywhere
elizabeth kartcher
card art
wendela
here's looking at me kid
rhonna farrer
inside a black apple
amber ulmer
elise
jamie waters
glenda
altered book lover
hambly
poppy talk

the CHALLENGES.

effer dares
the art is found
scrapjacked
one little word
scrapmojo
how much is too much
the creative type
the design x
work your soul
overlooked
a year in the life of an art journal
scrapping across the universe


LOVELY kits.

bad girls
the scarlet lime
a million memories
studio calico
kenner road


PRETTY things.

una bella vita
blinks of life
lovelyheads
just lia!
design is mine
loveology
ambivalently
girl meets nyc

Here's to five years...

Yes, five years ago today Andy and I had our first kiss.And we are still just as much in love now as we were then.

Alright, I think it is time for a random story.

Okay, so as I was walking home from work today, I came across two praying mantises...is that how you spell it? Or is it manti? Anyway..they were squashed in the road. This brought memories of elementary school flooding back into my mind and it made me laugh. Boy, I was such a weird girl. Okay, on with the story. So in the fall there were always TONS of these things crawling all over the school building. Seriously. There were millions. And for some strange reason, I loved them. I loved these disgusting-looking bugs. I remember walking to school one morning and upon arriving, saw a group of my school friends gathered together in a circle. I, being curious, approached the huddle to see what was going on. What I saw made me sick. There were two praying mantises in the middle of the group and I just happened to walk up as one kid double dared another to stomp on them. It made me sick. I couldn't believe how cruel these kids were. I cried.
That afternoon, when the bell rang and school was over, I ran home. I was so disturbed by what had happened that I gathered up some paper cups and paper towels and headed back. That night, I collected all the little praying mantises I could find and brought them home with me. Each and every one of them had a name and each and every one of them had their own little spot in my mom's flower garden.

life is hard.

Life is hard.
But at least we have each other.
When all is said and done, we will have each other. And that is all we can depend on.
Then we can laugh together about how beautiful yet complicated life is.
We WILL make it…but only because we have each other.

and THIS is why i hate driving...

I almost died today. Seriously.

I was driving to school on the freeway this morning and I was approaching my exit so I flipped on my right blinker and changed lanes. At this point, I was driving behind a semi. I put my right blinker on again in order to get into the next lane which was the exit only lane...and this is when my life flashed before my eyes. So when driving behind a semi, you can't really see what is directly in the lane ahead of you, correct? Correct, because little did I know, there was a wheelbarrow, yes, a metal WHEELBARROW, laying right in between the exit only lane and the lane that I was in. I almost drilled it. I've never been so scared in my life.

End of story.

26.2 miles in 4:04:44.44

Yes, my marathon was this past weekend. And yes, I'm still feeling it. My goodness! I can't even describe to you the amount of pain I've been in! I'm feeling better today, but I'm still having problems sitting, standing, and going up and down stairs.

Okay, so I guess I should start at the beginning. I woke up Saturday morning at 3am to the sound of rain pounding against my window. I couldn't believe it. Of course, it just HAD to rain on the day that I'm running 26.2 miles. Needless to say, I couldn't fall back asleep. The nerves started kicking in. By 4:25, I'm leaving my house to go pick up my friend in Logan. Once I pick Corrin up we head over to the park. I could not believe how many people came out to torture themselves that early in the morning! Bathrooms were all full...lines seemed like they were a mile long. At about 5:30 we get on the bus to take the ride up the canyon to the starting line. Again, rows of port-a-potties with lines of people stretching out in front of them. At 7am the guns go off and the race has started! Luckily the rain had pretty much stopped by now. So, for the first little while I was doing fine. In fact, I felt fine until mile 20. Yep, by the time I hit mile 21, I was dead. My calves have never burned so bad in my entire life. My legs were heavy, my knees hurt, my hips hurt, blisters were forming on my toes, a rash had formed on my arm and side from wearing my ipod, my back hurt, my stomach hurt, my head hurt. Everything hurt. I was thirsty, I was hungry, I was tired. I honestly did not think I was going to make it. I wanted to stop, sit on the curb and call for someone to come and pick me up. I did not want to finish the race. I kept telling myself, "Cmon Kristen, you only have five more miles. Five miles. Thats it. Thats so easy. You run that all the time." It didn't matter. I was dead tired. Eventually, I made it...in the pouring rain. 4:04:44. My time was 4 minutes and 44 seconds longer than what I was hoping for. But I was okay with that. I knew I gave it my all and that I couldn't have done it any faster.

After I finished the only thing that kept running through my head was, "You never have to do this again." And on Saturday, if you would have asked me if I would ever run another marathon, I would have told you no way. Thinking about it today, if someone asked me to run one with them, I'm almost positive my answer would be yes.

never forget

Seven years ago today.