So I just had a birthday… yipee!  I’m now 46.  That’s too close to 50 for my taste.  I don’t FEEL 46.  I don’t think I ACT 46 and I certainly hope I don’t LOOK 46.  What do you think?




I think this is a pretty good shot, don’t you?  I was playing around with my phone one evening after getting back from my stylist, who gave me the most amazing cut.  I liked it so much I had to document it.. lol.



So back to birthdays.  As a kid I LOVED my birthday.  A summer baby on the east coast, I never had to go to school on my birthday like a lot of my friends did.  I could enjoy my birthday presents for a few weeks before hitting the books after Labor Day.  We could go to the skating rink (Hot Skates!) and be out late because we didn’t have to get up early the next day.  Moving to Ohio changed all of that.  School started MUCH closer to my birthday.  But still, I enjoyed my birthdays for the most part.  UNTIL.. 21.

Now for most people, turning 21 is a great milestone.  You can finally buy alcohol (legally) and get into the over 21 clubs. For me, it turned out to be bittersweet.  I had decided to take a summer psychology class over at the University of Cincinnati to get a jump start on my next year there (not sure what year it was…my extended college tour will be the topic of another blog I’m sure…) Anyway, I had a mid-term the day of my 21st birthday.  I had always told myself that I wouldn’t go to school on my birthday, yet here I was, on my 21st one at that.  So I went in, took my mid-term, handed it in and told my professor that I was leaving. :)  Went to the DMV to get my license renewed and I figured I’d have a great night with my friends for my birthday.  After all, I had taken each of them out for their 21st birthdays.

What do they say about the best laid plans?  Well, everything fell apart when I got home.  It was pouring down rain and no one wanted to go out.  So I made one more call to my buddy Rafe… and he saved my birthday.  I picked up the beer (and probably some food too – he never had any there… lol), drove over to his place and drank beer and watched pre-season football on TV with him.  To this day I credit him with saving my birthday. :)

Unfortunately, most of my birthdays in the 25 years since that one have been about the same.  There’s been the occasional get together.  And my parents always take me out for dinner, but even when I was married I always felt that my birthday was just there…another day.  In fact, one year my now ex-husband forgot my birthday until I not-so-gently reminded him as we were leaving downtown to go home at the end of the day.  I also try to be a very thoughtful person when it comes to birthdays.  For those people who I care deeply about, I try to make it as special as possible.  Unfortunately, I don’t normally get the same in return, and my birthday turns into a day of disappointment for me.  So lately, especially after my divorce, I’ve been dreading my birthdays.  When you don’t have someone special with whom to share a special day, it just becomes another day.

This year was surprising though.  My son actually remembered my birthday and gave me a huge hug and a happy birthday peck on the cheek as he was rushing out to school.  My parents took me (and said son) out to dinner, and afterwards we hit up Half Priced Books where I scored a few great albums.  And I got the best text from RGG right before dinner.  Now we’ve only had 5 face-to-face dates so far, and only really known each other for 6 weeks or so, but he sent this (I’m not sure if he actually reads this blog, but I’m hoping if he does that he doesn’t mind me sharing what he wrote.  RGG if you do.. let me know, ok?  :) )


Well hopefully you’ll enjoy your birthday present that you’ll be getting


Birthday present?


You have a birthday present that I’m waiting to give you.That I know you’ll totally love


You didn’t have to get me a birthday present… But thank you. :)


I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do


I’m sure I’ll love it.And have I mentioned before how sweet you are?


Well thank you, I try. Birthdays are important and you should always go above and beyond for people you’re close to.

Getting that text literally made my birthday.  It’s nice to know there IS someone out there who feels the same way about birthdays as I do.   😀

So it looks like tomorrow I’ll get that birthday present, and I’m really looking forward to it, and to seeing RGG.  It’s been a few weeks due to schedules and kids.  Dinner and a movie… The movie I know – Jurassic World, the dinner is going to be a surprise.  I love surprises like that. :)

Till then!




Did you miss me? Probably not. Well, I’m back anyway. :)

Miss me 2So yeah, I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything.  As everyone knows, life sometimes gets in the way of the fun stuff, right?  And while I know this is a new blog and I don’t have very many followers (if any.. lol), there probably wasn’t anyone to miss me, but in the back of my mind I hope there was at least ONE person who even just ONE time thought to themselves “Hey, I haven’t seen a blog post from Kirsten in a while – I wonder what’s up with her and where she’s been?”  I mean, everybody likes to think that there’s someone out there who cares enough to think that, right?

So yeah, I’ve been pretty busy lately.  Winter sucked, mostly, like it always does.  I can’t stand the cold and as soon as convertible-weather ends in October, I start longing for spring and 60 degrees when I can go out and drive topless again.  So I’m VERY happy that the weather is warming up, and today was a PERFECT day to get out during my lunch hour for a little topless time.  It clears my head and energizes me.  Enough to want me to start blogging again!

I’ve been jotting down ideas for topics all winter, and I have a lot to say, so we’ll see how that works out.  Apparently, I like to talk.. so it shouldn’t be a problem… lol.  I was given the nickname “Mousy” by a very dear friend of mine who said that he thought I was “mouse-like.. the quiet, shy person that sat in the corner and never said anything.”  Boy he was wrong, and found that out pretty quickly.  LOL.

So I’m going to pick up (kinda) where I left off… fast forward to 3 weeks after my last blog post in January.  Sit back, relax, and get ready to read about my first-ever cruise and my wonderful (and sometimes wacky) time


Well hello there! And just for the record… it’s Kirsten (Keer-sten), not Kristen…


Just me!

Hey!  I’m Kirsten!  Just thought I’d introduce myself.  I’m 45 years old, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a niece, an aunt, a paralegal, an amateur photographer… and probably a lot of other things, some fit to be written here, some not… lol.  I’m here to just write – about what, I don’t know.  Life, love, dating, music, cooking, photography…. depends on the day and my mood.  If you like it, fine.  If not, that’s your choice.  There’s more about me in the “About” section if you care to look.

My biggest pet peeve – all my life I’ve been plagued with people pronouncing my name wrong.  Kirsten (ker-sten), Kristen, Christine, Christian.  I’ve heard them all.  But the best one was from about 5 years ago.  I had just bought a car in late September 2009, so I had those wonderful 30 day tags on it.  The 30 days were almost up, and the car dealership was scrambling to get my title to me.  I drove out of my way, in the pouring rain, in a rush to the dealership so I’d have enough time to get the title and get all the way back to the DMV to get my car registered.  I get into the dealership, getting soaking wet in the process, and the clerk finally comes down, after I was already waiting for 30 minutes, and hands me the title.  I take one look at it, hand it back to her and ask her to redo it as my name is spelled incorrectly, it’s spelled Kristen.  So she asks me… “are you sure?”  SERIOUSLY?? When I told her “I’ve had this name for 40 years… YES.. I’m sure!”  A person’s name is important to get right.  It’s who they are.  So just a note to people.. when you’re reading, writing, speaking someone’s name, especially if it’s an unusual name…look, twice… and get it right!