My Life in Ridiculous Photos

Good lord, I've gotten terrible at posting stuff. It'll get better. Next week. This week I'm swamped!! Tomorrow night my sister and I will be piling into my car and driving to Alabama for our friend Danielle's wedding! I'm super pumped, since I haven't been back there since high school. Hooray! An added plus to this roadtrip is the fact that we will be spending the night in Hattiesburg, Mississippi - home of the Wrangler-wearing, tractor-driving Brett Favre. Could I be more excited? Nope.

I'm hoping to take a lot of awesome pictures along the way (and in Alabama, of course). Just to get you in the mood for this awesomeness, here's a bunch of weirdo things I've come across in the past month or so.

Someone added bleacher seats outside of my apartment's fence. What are they looking at? 

Albinos have meetings at work.

These terrifying ducks were attacking two guys eating lunch outside. Rather then help shoo them away, I took pictures.

I went boating with my parents, and my mom suggested I wear this hat.

What is going on with this duck's head?! 

At dinner that night, they served butt-rolls.

I've never seen more disgusting vodka flavors.

Jordan and I went to Cheesecake Factory, and he managed to find the girliest drink on the menu.

And he loved it.

In celebration of Comic-Con, I bought a Boba Fett hoodie! 

I was browsing through my Olympics app and found this incredible profile picture for Michael Phelps. Did they take the picture right after he got out of bed? This is the official picture! 

Tonight I WILL do something cute with my nails. I had to wait a little bit, since I chipped half of my nails doing a triathlon. I also have to pack and clean my entire apartment... Wish me luck.

Schwat is a Quinnie?

If you don't understand how the title should sound, go listen to some Group X.

Alrighty, so this first post is mostly going to be spewing random info about who I am and what I like, just in case someone I don't know ever reads this (or anyone at all?). Hopefully this might help to explain the strange combination of things I like. Spoiler Alert: this is long. 

I grew up in the Chicagoland area, in a tiny town in Indiana that no one except citizens can spell without great difficulty. My mom is an avid fan of all Chicago teams - Cubs, Bears, Bulls, Blackhawks, Fighting Illini - and I adopted her love for all things sports at a young age. If you're ever at our house during baseball season, you'll hear two women cussing out the umps and clapping deafeningly for double-plays. Once people hear I'm from Chicago, the tend to picture me living someplace hip and trendy. Alas, I lived on a farm. And I loved it! We had sheep that followed you around like puppies, half a dozen cats who lived in the barn, and 35 acres to play in. Our tiny 3 bedroom house was built around 1850, had no A/C, and only one tiny bathroom (an addition added in the '80s) for 5 people. Looking back, it's probably a good thing that we moved away, since most of the people I knew back then are in gangs or prison.

My sister and I modeling next to some giant squash that my mom grew.

Sledding next to the sheep. In October. Ah, snow...

We moved to Alabama after my dad got transferred. Now, when I tell people this tidbit, they usually assume that everyone I met there was a racist, toothless, uneducated hick. Which couldn't be further from the truth! Yes, parts of the state do include some unsavory characters, but I lived in a town where everyone I met had parents who either worked for NASA, Boeing, the Army, or were an engineer of some sort. Unbeknownst to most of the rest of the world, there is a major college rivalry in Alabama. I constantly swapped allegiances, depending on which friend I was talking to at the time. I met some of my favorite people in the entire world there, and was heartbroken when I had to move yet again.

Stephanie's ice skating extravaganza.

Camping out for the midnight release of the final Harry Potter book.

My last day at BJHS.

Final move (so far) was to the "great" state of Texas. As soon as I moved here, I dubbed it the "Armpit of America" because of the unbelievable heat and humidity. But after 7 years this place is growing on me. I met the remainder of my favorite people in the world here!

Sexy saxes.

Tiny houses.

From what I've seen of this massive state, Austin is the best place to live by far. Four glorious years there were not enough.

Roomies! 

Hokie dokie, I believe you are now caught up on the basic Quinnie facts. I hope you like pictures... I do! Obviously. Future posts may not have quite so many! So far, there's really no plan for what I'm going to write about. As of now, I'm thinking I'm just going to talk about whatever I'm obsessing about at the moment.

Questions? Comments? Suggestions? I haven't blogged since Xanga (anyone remember that?).