INFJ

I am a big fan of personality tests. Whether it's "What Your Fingernails Say About You" or "Which Hunger Games Character Are You Most Like", I am a sucker for self-analysis.

Obviously, I'm Peeta. He's the only one who does normal things. Also, I own that same dress.

One of the only personality tests I have actually deemed legitimate is the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Maybe you have taken it, but if not, here is a novice description.

The test is based on four pairs of dichotomies which are:

Extraversion (E) - (I) Introversion
Sensing (S) - (N) Intuition
Thinking (T) - (F) Feeling
Judging (J) - (P) Perception

In each dichotomy, you will display greater characteristics of one over the other. For example, my result is INFJ (more on that later).

This test is frequently used to help determine an optimal career choice for your personality. I once took this in a career counseling office in my freshman year of college. Thank goodness I took career counseling, by the way, or I wouldn't be the thriving business-woman you read about in Forbes all the time. Plus, I got a t-shirt that said "I've got MAJOR problems" which always made people laugh/feel sorry for me because they didn't get the joke.

The most legitimate MBTI tests are taken through a counseling center, but you can also take a mini-version here, if you are interested.

Anyway, I recently retook the test to get some insight into my personality. I originally wrote about the results in my private blog (I know, I know. Two blogs. It must be a sickness), but as I was processing through it, I started to think that these are things I might actually want people to know.

For the general public, I assume the most controversial dichotomy in my results is the fact that I am an introvert. To some, this will come as no surprise because A) they either know me very well or B) they know me in an atmosphere where I am very quiet. To most, this will be a bit of a surprise. I was at a party the other night where I was talking about my introversion and a person said "eeeYEAH RIGHT".

I totally get this reaction. I think, for the most part, I have always been known as highly energetic and conversational, and these things are true. But in the true definition of being an introvert, as in whether I get my energy alone or with people, oh yeah, I'm an introvert. Get away from me.

From here on out, I am just going to copy and paste the entry from my private blog. It's kind of wordy, but you are basically reading my diary, so feel very privileged.


Apparently, INFJs are the most rare personality type in the world. Only 1-3% of the population can be classified as INFJs. Obviously, I like that. I was pissed when my blood type was O+, the most common of all blood types. I was sure I had some O neg running through my veins.

Anyway, here are some pieces of the description by Dr. David Kiersey that resonate with me. This description refers to the INFJ type as "Counselors":

• Although they are happy working at jobs (such as writing) that require solitude and close attention, Counselors do quite well with individuals or groups of people, provided that the personal interactions are not superficial, and that they find some quiet, private time every now and then to recharge their batteries. 
• This is true of me because I am a super functional introvert. I almost always get pre-exhaustion at the very thought of a large party, but I usually always have a great time talking to people. It is true that I'm not really resting unless I am by myself.

• Counselors are both kind and positive in their handling of others; they are great listeners and seem naturally interested in helping people with their personal problems. 
• While I have a great desire for people to know me, I have an even greater desire to know the people in my life. If all of my friends could tell me their MBTI results, I would want to talk for hours about how they feel about it. I sometimes listen at the expense of sharing things about myself, which is something close friends have called to my attention.

• Not usually visible leaders, Counselors prefer to work intensely with those close to them, especially on a one-to-one basis, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes. 
• I've been called a leader before by people because I am sometimes loud and often expressive. In all reality, leadership positions mostly scare me. I have stress dreams about being elected President.

• [Counselors] can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. 
• I have big, fat emotions. Like, I've never really felt a-little-bit-something. I usually experience an emotion in the same way I would experience eating a whole onion in ten seconds. It's pretty extreme. For the most part, only Daniel and my family really understand this about me.

• They have mysterious, intricately woven personalities which sometimes puzzle even them. 
• I am so constantly confused by what I am feeling, it's stupid. I feel like I have an immediate sense for others' emotions, but I often have to take tremendous time to evaluate why I feel the way I do. 

• Blessed with vivid imaginations, Counselors are often seen as the most poetical of all the types, and in fact they use a lot of poetic imagery in their everyday language. Their great talent for language-both written and spoken-is usually directed toward communicating with people in a personalized way. 
• I am often complimented on my use of language. I am probably best understood through writing.

• Counselors are highly intuitive and can recognize another's emotions or intentions - good or evil - even before that person is aware of them. Counselors themselves can seldom tell how they came to read others' feelings so keenly. This extreme sensitivity to others could very well be the basis of the Counselor's remarkable ability to experience a whole array of psychic phenomena. 
• Feelings about another person's authenticity are almost blinding to me. I often can't function well around someone who I see as "fake" or "smarmy." It's not about being intimidated, but rather, I am so repelled by their nature that I want to show them no vulnerability. I guess it's self-preservation, but people who think I am quiet are probably people who I absolutely do not trust. 

Other descriptions that interest me:

• They are quite private and typically difficult to understand. 
• I feel like this one hurts me sometimes. There are quite a few people who feel like they know me, but I have a great tendency to retreat into myself, which puts those friends at a loss.

• They may tend to internalize conflict into their bodies, and experience health problems when under a lot of stress. 
• Yep.

• INFJs are rarely at complete peace with themselves - there's always something else they should be doing to improve themselves and the world around them. They believe in constant growth, and don't often take time to revel in their accomplishments. They have strong value systems, and need to live their lives in accordance with what they feel is right. 
• This is basically my daily battle. While I faithfully believe in God's provision for me, I often feel as though I have never accomplished anything. My heart's desire is to create something important, but I constantly fear that I never will. 

Anyway, this is easily the most sensitive information I've shared in this blog. You might question why I even wrote this, and you can rest assured that I am questioning myself in the same way.

I once heard a wise person say that the greatest thing that could ever happen to you is having your worst secret exposed for all the world to see. That way, there would be no hiding, no games. This personality profile is not my biggest secret (I'm not a fool), but it's like I'm peeking behind the corner of my hiding spot. It's at least kind of a good thing, I think.

I would love to hear anyone else's experience with this test, or with any other personality test for that matter. Do you feel like it's legit? Should we be putting that much stock in personality tests? I really don't know. Tell me.

Especially if you have a psychology degree or have taken an upper-level psychology class (entry-level, save your breath).

An Honest Account

The other night, I went to a little party to honor my friend Rebecca on her birthday. It was a small ladies' get-together in her impeccably adorable apartment. I just now realized we didn't take any pictures which is a crime because we all looked really cute. I'll just have to substitute one with this picture of The Golden Girls.

Pretend this was taken at Rebecca's 23rd birthday party. Also, pretend I'm Dorothy. I would be, right?

Anyway, when I arrived at this party, little did I know that I had brought with me the best conversation-starter imaginable.

Ignore the man (I know. It's hard. He's so handsome) and focus on what he's holding.

This mason jar full of green liquid opened a floodgate of conversation at the party. And why shouldn't it? I'm sure you are gazing at this picture in wonderment right at this very moment with questions like:

What is that?

Why would Christy bring this to a party?

Wait. Is that the slime stuff from Troll 2?

"Half man, half plant. A goblin's favorite food"

These are all valid questions (especially that last one). The short answer is that the mason jar full of green liquid was, in fact, my dinner. It's a juice, actually. I brought it to Rebecca's party to consume. Also, it had nothing to do with Troll 2.

The long answer is a lot more involved, but considering how much conversation it brought up at a small get-together, I think it might be a road worth going down. 

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For the past 10 days, Daniel and I have been on a program called Reboot Your Life. In this program, you eat nothing but fruits and vegetables for 5 days. Then for 5 more days, you consume nothing but juice. Then for another 5 days, you are back to fruits and vegetables (total of 15 days). It's based on the documentary Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead (available on instant Netflix, by the way).

This poster is too genius.

In the film, this Australian gentleman (Joe Cross) decides to road trip across America while taking part in a 60 day juice fast. He meets a lot of cooky Americans, including gun shop owners and truck drivers. 

At the end of his 60 day juice fast, guess what happens! 

spoiler alert...

He loses weight!

Surprised? Of course you're not. You would have to be the Hamburglar himself in order to assume this guy wasn't going to lose weight after 60 days of drinking pure juice. 

I'm assuming the Hamburglar has no concept of calories, but that might not be a fair judgement.

He lost a ton of weight, but that is not what interested me. This is:

Before Joe started his juice fast, he was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called chronic uticaria. You can look it up on google images, if you dare. Actually, don't -- It's disgusting. But basically it created a super painful rash all over his body that flared up upon human contact.

By the end of his juice fast, he had no outbreaks and his meds had been significantly decreased. After continuing a vegetable-based diet, he is now off of his medicine completely. 

For me, this was intriguing and seemed like something worth evaluating. 

For the first couple of months of this year, I felt inordinately tired. Like, so tired I often felt like I was walking around in a dream. I couldn't really fathom a logical reason for this shift in my energy level. I was happy. I was exercising. I had my best friend Diet Dr. Pepper by my side at all times. How could this be?

I explained this situation to my employer/Health Mentor/Wisdom Provider, Michelle. At the time, she was doing the Reboot, and she was using words like "alert" and "energetic" and "great" to express how she was feeling. This seemed like the opposite of what she should be experiencing (I hadn't seen the movie yet). I thought that she must have meant to use words like "awful" or "garbage" or "death-like", but I realized after looking at her, that she clearly was feeling awesome. This is when I decided to give it a try.

Knowing I would have absolutely zero willpower, I asked Daniel if he would do it with me. Now you understand his facial expression in this picture.

The beginning was really tough. The week before, we were supposed to be preparing ourselves by gradually eliminating animal protein, processed foods, sugar etc. The hardest for me was letting go of caffeine. You guys, I will say with both shame and pride that I was absolutely addicted to Diet Dr. Pepper. She was a dear friend and saying goodbye to her was painful.

Literally. The headaches I felt on that first day of my Reboot were unreal. Like some elderly vampire, I spent the day cloaked in a blanket, hissing at the light.

It was also difficult to get myself super psyched to go grocery shopping all of the time. I hate going to the grocery store. I would rather have an annual root canal than ever have to go grocery shopping again. It was especially bad because we looked like an absolute freak show in the produce section.

People probably assumed we were shopping for our 50 rabbits.

As the days passed though, I was definitely starting to feel the benefits. It was amazing to not need caffeine. By day 5, I was on fire for veggies.

Then the juice came. 

Day 6 (Day 1 of drinking only juice) was for the most part alright. That was the day of Rebecca's party where I got to gladly share information about the Reboot. That night, however, right as I was supposed to be falling asleep, I started to get the weirdest cravings. 

You know how when someone is like "Hey, don't touch your face", all you want to do is touch your face? It's the same thing here. When this program said "Don't eat garbage", all I could think about was eating the most decadent, outlandishly terrible foods ever. This was my stream of consciousness:

Pizza, Calamari, Bread, Bread, Bread, Chick-Fil-A, Popcorn, Fried Shrimp, Fried Onion Rings, Fried Anything, French Fries, Spaghetti, Fried Oreos, Cookies, Cookies, Cake, Cookies, One of those chickens with ham and cheese in it, A whole fondu pot for myself, 8 Footlong sub sandwiches, Potatoes, Bread, One of those burgers with three patties and bacon and like a bunch of mayonnaise, BREAD!

As juicing went on, it got easier...I guess. That is, until I got sick. 

PAUSE.

I've had a lot of people tell me that I probably got sick because of the juicing. Juicing does not give you a viral infection and fever. I just got a virus that I would probably have gotten anyway. It is possible that my defenses were down, but think about all of the awesome vitamins going into my body. Not. The. Juice's. Fault.

But being sick has made it a lot harder. I will confess that the other night, I caved and ate a big bowl of pho just to get some extra calories in my body. I think it was the right decision. 

Anyway, my thought on the juicing portion of this whole thing is this: my body really didn't like it. Maybe if I spent a little more time juicing, I would get used to it, but I have been crazy hungry and not particularly energetic. That's not completely fair for me to say since I'm sick as a dog. It's just bad timing, really.

The upside though is that I am super excited now to get back to fruits and veggies. The movie talked about that. It talked about retraining your body to crave micronutrients (vegetables, fruits, nuts, beans) instead of macronutrients (everything else). I'm excited to finish this program and think of my meals differently. 

Anyway, five more days left and it seems like a piece of cake (or kale, I guess) because I'm back to eating what I now love. 

A new favorite. Acorn squash with portobello mushroom.

There have been a ton of different opinions when I tell people about the Reboot. Some people think I'm clinically insane. Others say I'm crazy, but I can tell they kind of want to try it. A small portion think it sounds like an interesting idea.

To all of these opinions, I say I totally get it. Had I not felt this need to regain my energy, I would never have thought to do something like this. I would have considered this to be starving myself and super unhealthy. 

However, after having made it through these last ten days, I can say that if you are anything like me, if you feel like your quality of life might be affected by what you're eating, this might be something worth entertaining. It's fifteen days. You won't die. Trust me.

A Cure for the Sunday Wigglies™

Last night, in a fit of boredom, Daniel and I did something...unconventional...

More like weird. We did something really weird.

Yes, rly, Mr. Owl.

It was a Sunday night around the 8 o'clock hour, which is probably the lamest hour of the week, if you really think about it. It's Sunday, so you've been napping all day (possibly at church before that). You know you have the whole week ahead of you and you're not always completely looking forward to it, but the weekend is basically gone and you have to start facing reality. Everything is closed, so you can't go out, but you're so wired from that earlier nap that you kind of want to do something. You don't really feel like reading and Sudoku hasn't been cool for a while, so you just watch The Amazing Race (assuming it's even Amazing Race season) and take a Benadryl in hopes that it will knock you out.

Sound familiar?

Anyway, that's how I was feeling last night. I had the Sunday Wigglies™, if you will.

I confessed my feelings to Daniel, a man who literally wants nothing but to make me happy (I'm not bragging. Ask him. It's crazy). Immediately, he started googling a solution.

This man wants nothing but my happiness. You just can't tell from this picture.

What he stumbled upon was pure genius. It's a website called discoverfun.com, and its name says it all. Specifically, he found a page titled "Spontaneous Fun Things to Do Idea List". While I think we can all agree that this would be a great name for a Japanese game show, it also happened to be the cure for my Sunday Wiggles™. 

The Spontaneous Fun Things to Do Idea List gave us a lot of spontaneous, fun things to do, but not all of them were practical. Here are some ideas that didn't make the cut:

1. Build a home for your gerbil or small pet
2. Dress up on a Saturday and go to Open Houses and act like you have the money to buy the place. Bonus points for an expensive neighborhood.
3. Go to disco night at your local bowling alley
4. Get all the grandchildren to perform a skit at a family gathering

For our lifestyle, unfortunately, these options (and many others) were not viable. But hey, there is no judgement in the brainstorming process, which is exactly what this list is: the ramblings of a brainstorm.

We did finally decide on the ones we wanted to do. Here's that list:

1. Invent a new dance
2. Have a limbo contest
3. Get a blanket or sheet, and go somewhere you probably won't hurt yourself if you fall. Then have your friend hold one end of the sheet and start spinning so the blanket twists around you, then get your friend to pull his end of the blanket really hard and you should spin around until you run out of the blanket
4. Pick a fun party idea then start planning it - what will the party invitations look like? What will you have for party appetizers?
5. Listen to classical music, lights off, lying on the floor, and take turns saying what it sounds like

Obviously, we documented this experience. Why wouldn't we? 

I've put together a short video (short, considering how much great footage we had). Obviously, we think we are awesome and we will watch this video over and over until we die. You might not make it through the first minute. That's okay.

Anyway, here it is. Note how much Daniel loves to laugh and how much I love being an idiot.

Siri is My Nemesis

This is one of those "I haven't written in so long" type of entries. It's going to be slightly void of words because after a month-long hiatus, I am hardly ready to start writing the next great American novel (that will be my next entry). Plus, I just got an iPhone, went on a trip, and got the Instagram app all in the same week. Who needs words?

I used the Instagram filter "Toaster" - arguably the most pretentious

This is a picture of my new iPhone. It's an early birthday present from my parents. I'm unreal excited about it. This is probably old news for everyone else, but for me, this is huge. A week ago, I had this terrible LG number that literally smelled like burning flesh when I charged it and is probably the preferred cellphone of Moses (get it?...cause he's old...and dead...and biblical...you know...and like...burning bush..............beard....). Now, I have this gorgeous, all-knowing device at my fingertips at all times of the day. I am never going to take it for granted. 

There is a function of the iPhone 4S that is pretty cool, but also super mean. It's called Siri. It's basically this lady who lives in your phone who hates you. Let me explain. Wait no. That's the best explanation. 

Basically you ask her things with your voice. You could say "Hey Siri, what is the weather like outside?" and she'll tell you the weather, or you could be like "Hey Siri, where can I find a cupcake shop within walking distance?" and she gives you a list of cupcake establishments. Basically, she is supposed to deliver on your commands (this video will probably explain it better than I can. I'm really tired). When I first heard about her, I thought it might be the closest I would ever get to having a genie. 

But Siri will not be ordered around. No sir. For example, just a minute ago I asked her if she would make me pancakes and she was all "no". Typical Siri. Too high and mighty to make anyone else pancakes. Fun fact: when I asked Siri to make me pancakes, Daniel was in the living room, unaware of why I was asking this, and he responded "now?"...Love him. If Apple replaced Siri with Daniel, it would be a win-win.

Then Siri and I had a conversation that went like this:

Me: Who am I?

Siri: You're Christy, aren't you?

Me: I want you to call me pickle pants.

Siri: OK, from now on I will call you "people pans", OK?

Me: No.

Siri: OK.

Me: Call me pickle pants.

Siri: There are 25 stores that match "pickle". You may want to call them.

Me: That does me no good.

Siri: Christy, I don't really like these arbitrary categories.

Me: Do you hate me?

Siri: That may be possible. 

So I've got this mean lady living in my phone who hates me and uses my name only to emphasize her annoyance. Siri makes me miss Smarter Child AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING.

I'm not going to let her spoil my iPhone experience though (that's probably what she wants). This thing is still opening all kinds of doors for me.

Yearning

This is the first picture I ever instagramed (is that a thing? How should I say it? Look. Just let me be me). Instagram, by the way, for those who don't know, is a hip app you can get that makes all of your photos look like they've been aging in a box in your prone-to-flooding basement for the past 20 years. 

Anyway, the picture above is a lantern on my desk in my apartment, but I've titled it "yearning" because I like to think that the lantern is longing for it's freedom. Thoughts? Should I enter this in photo festivals? Just kidding. I'm not doing this for the fame. 

Wait. Should I be doing this for the fame?

I'm also playing Angry Birds and I am finally understanding the things people were talking about in 2010. Pigs, man. They are the worst. Their defense system is completely penetrable, but often not on the first try. (I just realized my mom might not understand a lot of what I've written in this entry. Sorry, Mom.) 

Anyway, back to Instagram. This past weekend, Daniel and I went on a mini-vacation to Fort Worth. I instagramed every picture we took so that it looks like we actually took the trip in the 1970s. You're welcome.

Dan driving. The year is 1977. Jimmy Carter has just been elected president.

Vanity Shot #1. Don't worry. Plenty more to come.

We stopped in Waco on the way. I cried a little. It was a little strange.

We stopped at the Czech Stop in West, Texas. I got this evil bear. Don't worry. He can't harm your children. I ate him.

Vanity Shot #2. This helps assure me that I must look like this all the time. 

Delicious food. Circa 1977.

More delicious food.

Trippy lights. Like we're at some disco...like it's 1977.

Daniel eating a burger at In-N-Out. He ordered off the secret menu like he's better than me or something.

This is when I noticed that the camera on the front of my iPhone flips the image. My bangs go the other way. 

Daniel standing in front of some fancy art.

My most pretentious instagram yet.

I'll leave it at that. If you want to see more pictures from our trip, you are probably my Facebook friend and you've probably already looked at them, so I probably should delete this sentence.

In summary: 

1. I like my new iPhone.

2. If I am mysteriously murdered, interrogate Siri.

3. Instagram is kind of dumb and I hate myself for loving it.

4. Pigs and birds will never be peaceful. You're living a lie if you think that sort of thing is possible. 

5. Fort Worth is a great little town. We'll be back. 

6. I used way more words than I thought I would in this post. 

Fake Names, Actual Sentiments

Facebook has essentially ruined any memoir I could ever hope to write. As anyone with even the slightest flair for drama knows, the best part of any autobiography is when the writer names names -- when they talk about all the people in their life who screwed them over or who they pretended to like but actually hated or who they pretended to hate but actually loved. Those are the true gems a reader looks for in a memoir. Without this sort of catharsis, memoirs might never be written.

But I have a Facebook profile and so does almost everyone I've ever known (save for some former teachers...You were way too mean, Ms. Schigg!), so now even years later, people don't seem so far away. In just a few clicks, word could get back to Hubert Applecat (fake name) that I actually didn't like all of the Zoolander references (actual sentiment), and then I would get an angry message in my Facebook chat and then I would just feel like the biggest jerk on the planet. But seriously, Hubert...saying or doing "blue steel" was dated minutes after Zoolander's release. I should have told you at the time, but you were handsome.

The thing is, I really don't have anything hateful to say about anyone from my past. I'm not planning on writing Mommie Dearest or whatever Mady Gosselin's inevitable tell-all is going to be titled.

PAUSE. Mady Gosselin. She is one of those creatures who makes a Texas-girl say "bless your heart". If you don't know who I am referring to, good for you. I can be certain that you do not own any seasons of Jon and Kate Plus 8 on DVD (what creep is buying those?). As we all remember, Jon and Kate plus 8 was a reality show on TLC where parents, Jon and Kate, have two sets of multiples (twins and sextuplets) equaling eight children. Anyway, Mady Gosselin is one of the twins, and she is portrayed as the devil. This is mostly because she lashes out at everything, slaps her siblings in the face, and has really severe braces that make her mouth look like a tiny trash compacter. I once saw her kick all of the balloons at her own surprise birthday party. This girl is not messing around. 


But Mady is not without excuse. Jon and Kate Gosselin are easily two of the most hated people in America, I think. On the show, Kate is constantly rolling her eyes and screaming things like "MAKE IT WORK!" only she's not Tim Gunn and it just sounds mean when you say that to a six-year-old. Jon turns into this bluetooth-obsessed-Ed Hardy-shirt-wearing fartface. It's no wonder Mady is so mad all the time. 


Anyway, I went on this rant only because I was searching for pictures of Mady and I found this:

with a caption that read "Mady Gosselin runs off with a new man". And I laughed and laughed. You go, girl. Ride into the sunset with your new man, sober up, and write that tell-all. 

AND WE'RE BACK. 

Anyway, I started thinking about all of this when I realized that I was getting Facebook notifications from a group called "Sandra Day O'Connor Class of 2007". Apparently I joined this group some time ago when it was largely inactive. Now people are posting all over this thing saying things like:

Awww hey my little panthers

I wouldn't be surprised if they made a movie about the class of 2007! 

"Be a leader and not a follower. Let Others Follow You!"

And my personal favorite. A poll which asks:

Best passing period hang out spot?

Mostly though, everyone is giving updates to where they are in life. It's a mixture. Some people have internships. Some have super-impressive jobs. Some are still in school. Some have babies. Some are regressing back into babies. 

There's also a few people who I have no memory of and who maybe never even went to my high school, but it's their word against mine, I guess. 

Found this on Pinterest. Thought it would be appropriate.

Then there are people who I remember vividly.

These are the people who, if I could, I would write little anecdotes about in my memoir. I would talk about how stupidly jealous I was of Jedi Truck (fake name) because she was basically an unapproachably smart and incredibly sweet Disney Princess (real sentiment). I looked at what she was up to these days, and it turns out she is in the super impressive category. Figures.

I would talk about how I daily feared being eviscerated by Wanda Turkelton's (fake name) biting comments about my physical appearance (real sentiment). She's also in the super impressive category.

But I can't, and I would like to think that maybe I wouldn't even if I could. I mean, while these individuals had true influence on my person, I have no desire to sully anyone's name. I also selfishly don't yet want to admit what an idiot I was about certain people. I'll stick with my well-crafted fake names.

It makes me wonder though. Am I a fake name in someone's memoir? And if I am, is it for a good reason like Jedi or a terrible reason like Wanda? Is someone out there hoping for my failure through a post on that Facebook page? 

By the way, I haven't posted on that page. I don't know what I would write. I mean, I could definitely say I'm married now to the boy I'm sure everyone thought I was making up. I could also say I graduated college. I think I'm waiting, though, until I can post something like "I'm basically Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada" and actually mean it. 

And just because I know you've been craving it and because this post is super wordy, here's a picture of me from high school:

Wait. Was I not cool in high school?

Sedentary to Not-so-sedentary

Today I'm going to write a blog entry. I haven't in a while, so I'm going to start out slow. See, sometimes I go a while without working out and then I go running and I renounce exercise forever. I don't want to do that with this blog. No sir.

The best way to start out slow is to just post a bunch of pictures. I've heard they are worth a thousand words, so get ready.

This is a picture of our jack-o-lantern. But wait a second, Christy. It's Christmas-time! 

Oh. 

Deal with it. 

All lit up. Impressed?...Daniel did it. 

Here I am holding the magnificent creature. Daniel says I look very wifely in this picture. I will open that up for discussion. 

So this entry is taking on a Halloween-theme. So sorry about that. It will be changing soon, but I just have to show you our Halloween costumes.

I was a Kitty Cat Nurse Practitioner. You know...like a nurse...who can prescribe certain medications and treatments...but it's a cat...

I get costume-anxiety.

Daniel was Aladdin. Obviously. 

Alright now, let's see. What else can I show you without having to write that much?

Kaley and I had a book burning! 

Whoa...just kidding.

Obviously we celebrated Baylor homecoming with the traditional bonfire! This was my first night since being married to sleep away from Daniel, and Kaley made it an easy transition by telling me a supposedly true story about a little person in a clown costume who sneaks into your home and watches you sleep. Thanks, Kaley! I owe you one...

This is Daniel with a pot that Santa Anna used to pee in. History!

I've been cooking. 

This is Daniel and I in front of Target on Black Friday (actually, it was Thanksgiving day, but they opened at midnight). Dan says the line was about half a mile long while I would compare it to the length of the Atlantic, but whatever. It was a really long line, but we were very near the front. When the doors opened, we dramatically ran in. I distracted everyone around me by falling all over the place while Daniel gracefully ran and got us a 46 INCH HD TELEVISION. It beats that shoebox we used to call a television, that's for sure. 

Daniel had a birthday, so I made him this cake. It took me forever. Don't show this to The Cake Boss. He'll probably just be jealous.

This is Patrick and Lya with a llama. Don't worry. She bites. This is the day Dan and I went to the Christmas Tree farm with our friends Patrick, Lya, and John. It was raining the entire time and everyone's hands turned blue, but we all agree that it was the best decision we ever made.

This is my first real Christmas tree. Isn't she gorgeous? I retroactively-tweeted about the experience of setting her up. Oh, also, I'm tweeting. http://twitter.com/#!/christianalizla 

Anyway, that's it. I hope you weren't expecting some kind of thoughtful metaphor in this conclusion. If you are absolutely craving it, then I guess...life is like a pizza...because...the cheese...

Forget it. I'm starting slow.