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Thursday, January 26, 2017

Random Kiera Facts

Welcome! If you're new here,


I've been thinking that a lot of you out there on the interwebs don't really know me that well (my bad, I don't post enough. I only slightly blame you). I feel like an 'About Me' section shouldn't get too long or specific, so that brings us here. I want to share some random quirks about me that you wouldn't necessarily know unless I spell them out. Plus I really love reading get-to-know-me-type posts. Off we go!

To state the obvious, my name is Kiera - that's the Irish spelling of the name, according to legend (my mom). I'm Irish, Polish, and Ukrainian. Yes, I love pierogi and know how to make them *humble brag*

I was a vegetarian for four years, mostly during college. Actually I ate fish, so pescetarian. My family of meat and potato eaters were not happy. But fear not, I'm happily back on the meat bandwagon! (sorry that sounded dirty) Although I've never been a big red meat fan so I tend to stay away.

I'm the sleepiest person I know - I think I sleep as much as a newborn baby, given the time to do so. I can pretty much fall asleep anywhere, including a bus going to Sorrento:

When I worked part-time, I would nap almost every day. I love snuggling into my comforter and it puts me to sleep around 9 every night. I'm embarrassing I KNOW, let's move on.

It's very rare that you'll see me with perfectly manicured nails. I pick off the polish 1-2 days after painting them myself, but I'll give it a solid week if I pay someone to paint them. Once the first chip appears, they don't stand a chance.

I own far too many workout clothes for someone who gets winded walking up the stairs. I love working out, but lately by the time I get home from work I'm too tired to get to the gym. I'm really good about it on the weekends though! This morning I even made it to a spin class BEFORE work - this is an extremely rare occurrence. 

I'm lactose intolerant but at least once a week Patrick and I have a wine and cheese night - the thought of them gets me through the workday.

I studied abroad in Rome in summer 2013, ate a ton of pizza and gelato, and went to an Italian hospital for stomach pains. Lactose is no joke. Aside from that part it was one of my favorite memories.

My final quirk is pretty well-known, but in case you don't: I'm terrified of E.T. My mom once got an E.T. doll from Universal Studios and put it in my suitcase without my knowing. I cried when I discovered it. I was in 8th grade...

Hopefully I can share some more nuances about my life with you, I mean if you're into that sorta thing. Let me know!

xoxo

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

I Know What You're Thinking..

You're probably sitting at home desperately wondering, "Kiera, where have you been the last few months; your life details are vital to my existence!" I know, and I apologize sincerely. 

Here I present to you: the major details

I left my job at Philly PR Girl, and proceeded to watch a lot of Food Network. I'm now a revered food critic.
At the end of September I went to Alaska for the first time!

Instagram: GirlAroundPhilly

  Where I learned they don't keep wildlife behind abundant fencing...

Instagram: GirlAroundPhilly

I visited the Iditarod training site and may or may not have tried to take home one of the baby pups. They shouldn't make them so cute if they don't want people to take them...

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Oh and I rode a dog sled (not this one, I let the training pups carry around my fat butt outside on a giant metal cart with wheels. They're in great shape because of me)


Then I celebrated my 24th birthday, complete with the best brunch I've EVER had at Hawthorne's Biercafe. Instead of drooling over my picture of chicken and waffles, go get some for yourself..seriously, do it! (I'll have an entire post on the fondue pot Patrick got me, there's some good food porn coming from that)

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Speaking of best birthday presents ever, part 2 of my gift was tickets to see Jimmy Fallon!!
We sat front row, the opening comedian snuggled his face against Patrick's, and Jimmy gave us high fives. We became lifelong friends (I'm taking suggestions as to what Christmas gift I should get him this year) 

Note the Snapchat caption. They don't allow any pictures at the taping, so without a bathroom selfie (and numerous on-screen cameos) I would have no proof of going.

But don't fret, friends! I won't neglect the blog ever again; I'm here to stay and fill your lives with nonsense trivia about mine.

xoxo


Monday, November 21, 2016

7 Times I Couldn't Take a Good Photo

Fun Fact about me: I LOVE photography. When I was little I would climb on my mom's computer chair, reach up to the highest shelf, past the Harry Potter video games, and grab her square, black Polaroid camera (you know, the ones that cool people are trying to imitate these days?...the real version). I would take pictures of myself (HAY selfie), my brother Nick, my brother Nick in a Ninja Turtle costume, myself in a Power Rangers costume (the pink one exclusively), you get the picture. 

I loved the process of taking a picture and waiting for it to come out of that big square camera, slowing changing from a blurry white fog to a clear photo.

Now it's more likely that you'll see me scrolling through the Instagram discover feature or on Pinterest. Seriously I could spend hours doing this (hint: I do, a lot). But weirdly I'm not a person who takes a lot of pictures, especially of myself. 

I wish I was one of those people on Instagram who takes beautiful pictures, but I'm working on stepping up my game. In the mean time for your enjoyment, here are 7 times (I'll spare you from the hundreds) that I was unable to take a good picture. 

In pictures of Patrick and me, you'll find that if one of us looks good, the other isn't looking at the camera. Or has our mouth open. Or eyes closed. It's one of those things where we take 20 to get one where we both time it perfectly. And it makes me laugh every single time. I keep all of them because I like watching us laugh through all of it :)

So without further ado, I present to you:

The Time I Tried to Be a Blogger But Wasn't Paying Attention

The Time We Got Distracted by an Appetizer Tray

The Time I Was Laughing at a Cardboard Cutout of the Pope

The Time "I Don't Even Care if My Eyes Are Closed"

The Time I Couldn't Be Bothered by the Paparazzi 

The Time I Got Drunk

The Time I Didn't Remember How to Eat a Cupcake