I proposed to Chris with a small rubber band and he has been wearing it for 4 days so far. “Kristin I’m practicing”
Also note: HE SAID NO. I’m not allowed to propose.
I asked Chris when was the first time we decided we’re going to marry each other and he said it was in the car one day when i was telling a story and stopped in the middle and said “wait. we’re getting married, right?”
so. that’s confidence, I guess
Chris said “every time I turn around you, your mom, and your dad are passing around a chapstick like it’s a joint.”
it’s true
I just emailed my publisher to pitch another book, yees
I already wrote the entire book, though, so I hope he accepts it. yaknow
He accepted my manuscript and offered me a job at the company. I’m an Aquisition Editor now(!). this is the best life
Chris just farted and locked me in the room with it, in case anyone is wondering what true love looks like.
According to my waterproof watch, cold weather also means adding ~10 minutes to my showers. 10 minutes. What am I DOING IN THERE for 10 extra minutes? (just sitting. I just sit)
If I see one more post or mailbox sticker that says “Happy Fall, ya’ll,” I’m going to smash a pumpkin. Don’t mess
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(another one coming out in 2 weeks that I like but) read my writing on Chris Reeve Foundation blog! do it
items I’ve put on my desk to motivate me to stay and write:
- an oil diffuser that’s so strong it makes my teeth hurt(?) but I paid $12 for it so I endure
- my favorite pens (I bought 26 of my favorite pen, so this was easy)
- a hologram card of Achilles humping a pillow that I made for my mom and dad but only dad wanted it (”that’s weird, Kristin” and she gave it back)
and a pair of prescription glasses that I bought offline but they make me look like an egg. no return policy though, so I still got em
Dad and I went to the WW1 museum (v cool) where a man interrupted me reading about 1+ million German soldiers dying to ask “how many speeding tickets in that thing today?” - pointing to my wheelchair.
Wheelchair jokes, everyone. 👏🏼
waking up in the hotel room with Dad means waking up to wale noises and bouncing on his bed. An 8 year old, basically
on the airplane Dad kept offering me the barf bag when the flight attendant walked by until she put her hand on my shoulder and asked if I’ll be okay. framed me
(I’m in Kansas City for a North American Cup for wheelchair fencing)
It’s cool to become friends with and hang out with my wound care nurses, but better now because I have a wound on my leg vs. on my CROTCH. I made a new friend!