I created Paint Speckled Pawprints last October as a way to share my new home’s renovations to my immediate friends and family. I’ve since been humbled, excited, and grateful to see how far my blog audience has grown since then! Due to this, I want to get personal today, and share with you some fun or slightly odd facts about me. I rarely have the chance to do this between room reveals and recipes, so I’d thought it would be fun!
First of all, hi! I’m Kirsten. I don’t get to say that very often. Here’s me:
|© Jonathan Taylor Photography|
Truth is, I’m a tomboy. Always have been. I grew up with an older brother, Cory, who I’ve idolized my whole life. My childhood consisted of tagging along with he and his friends, who lived in our neighborhood. We played street hockey and wiffleball; battled each other in Nintendo, Sega Genesis, and later, the Playstation; and constructed a fort in our backyard nearly every single day. Thanks to Cory, I am a huge Baltimore Orioles, Washington Nationals, Washington Capitals, and Virginia Tech Hokies fan.
|Me and my brudder.|
I have 10 best friends. I cannot label them higher than each other because I would give my life for any one of them. Since high school and college, we’ve all moved away from each other — for marriage, for new jobs, for new opportunities. My best friends live in Pennsylvania, Maryland, Virginia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Texas, Utah, Arizona, and even Canada now. But no need to worry. It doesn’t matter how often we see or talk to one another. I still love them more than ever.
I’ve been writing ever since I was eight years old. They started out as simple short stories about dogs saving their owners from tornadoes and grizzly bears. They’ve since advanced to mafia thrillers, romantic comedies, and semi-autobiographies. I’m currently writing a murder mystery novel called Murderers Who Come with Smiles, a collection of creative non-fiction short stories titled Fetsko Legs, and a series of children’s pictures books based off of famous Westerns. Sadly, I don’t write as much as I used to. There’s something about sitting in front of a computer for 8+ hours a day in a cubicle that seems to drain all of my creative energy. Hopefully I’ll kick this little session of writer’s block in the rear sometime soon!
My dad thinks he’s Asian. He lives and breathes for Japanese films, and while I was in high school, I never really understood them. When I found out that they offered film classes at Virginia Tech, especially those that focused on Akira Kurosawa’s and Yasujirô Ozu’s films, I figured that they would be a great opportunity for me to learn more about the films that my dad loves. Those classes ended up being my favorite ones, and I’ve developed a huge appreciation for filmmaking ever since.
|Akira Kurosawa’s Yojimbo
My favorite movie of all time? Too hard to decide. Thanks to their beautiful cinematography, powerful scripts, and chilling soundtracks, it is a four-way tie between these films:
|Victor Fleming’s Gone with the Wind
|Francis Ford Coppola’s The Godfather
|Sergio Leone’s Once Upon a Time in the West
|Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window
Oh, and The Mighty Ducks, The Sandlot, Roman Holiday, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Father of the Bride, Jaws, and Independence Day, too. 🙂
My husband, Evan, introduced me to cars. Before him, I knew absolutely nothing about car maintenance or repair. Now I’m fascinated. Both of us own Ford Mustangs. Even though I know that I should grow up and buy a more useful vehicle, such as a sedan or SUV, there’s still nothing quite like driving home after a long day at work with the top down to my convertible… or making a scene with lumber, grills, and other things that shouldn’t fit in a Mustang. Evan’s dream is to restore a 1969 Boss 302 Mustang, and I can’t wait to help him do that.
I know that this is entirely inappropriate and immature for someone to declare on the internet, but I still find farting hilarious.
Cory, Evan, and I share this dream of seeing a game at every MLB stadium in United States and Canada before we die. To celebrate Cory’s 25th birthday, we decided to pursue that dream a little earlier than we thought we could. The weekend before that fall semester began, five of us drove from Virginia Tech to Milwaukee to see the Brewers play at Miller Park, and then stopped in Chicago to watch the Cubs play at Wrigley. The spontaneity and craziness of this endeavor will forever dedicate it as the best trip I’ve ever had. Evan and I have plans to make a similar trip starting at Washington to see the Seattle Mariners, and then traveling down the west coastline to see the San Francisco Giants, Oakland Athletics, Los Angeles Angels, Los Angeles Dodgers, San Diego Padres, and finally, to Phoenix, to see the Arizona Diamondbacks.
|The Milwaukee Brewers’ Miller Park|
|The Chicago Cubs’ Wrigley Field|
I don’t know how to swim. I can scarcely get by with a lame doggie paddle and uncoordinated attempts of swimming underwater. But I can’t tread water. This is why I don’t go to pools, lakes, rivers, or the beach very often.
I also don’t know how to operate a curling iron.
What I do know, however, is that I am lucky. I have the best friends, the best family, and the best memories in the world. I am fortunate to have a great job, a wonderful home, a loving husband, and a life full of possibilities ahead. And I am entirely grateful for that. Even in the worst or must frustrating of moments, I can’t help but hear Scarlett O’Hara say, “Tomorrow’s another day.”