The Original Kristabella
Posted By Kristabella on November 30, 2009
How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? Did you all enjoy your nice, long holiday weekends? I sure did. Four days is almost detrimental to everything for me – my sleep habits, my eating habits, my drinking habits, my showering habits. But I had a very relaxing four days of sleeping in, eating and not really leaving the house! It was glorious!
My Thanksgiving was pretty uneventful. Pretty much the same as every Thanksgiving. This time there were new people there, and well, I don’t really care much for new people. I don’t like change. My Aunt is dating this guy, and has been for awhile, and he came with his family, and well, let’s just say, next year I might have to have my own private Thanksgiving with the cats. It will be invitation only.
See, because the other typical thing about Thanksgiving, for me, is that I complain (sometimes out loud, sometimes silently to the voices in my head) about the food. Because while I have never cooked a Thanksgiving meal, I’m pretty sure I could do it better. (Now my family is all “you think so? THEN YOU HAVE IT NEXT YEAR!” To which I say “BRING IT ON!”)
It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t awesome either. My corn was awesome. The turkey was kind of dry and the mashed potatoes were not the kind I like. The stuffing was OK, but only the stuff that cooked in the bird. The other stuff was very meh. This could all be because a few weeks ago at book club, we did a little Thanksgiving meal and it was SO GOOD! And man I wish we could bring some new dishes into our repertoire. I mean, it took me years to let them agree to me bringing my corn dish. And it was the ONLY dish that didn’t have leftovers! #CornWIN
Usually my mom hosts Thanksgiving and I berate her on the things she needs to improve on and then she does. My Aunt, she’s mean sometimes, so this was one of those times I complained silently to the voices in my head (and the whole internet) about the food. Those voices are ALWAYS on my side!
Other than that, the only other memorable thing from Thanksgiving is where the title of this post comes from.
Here’s the thing, I have been called Kristabella my whole life. I will answer to it and would have many moons before I even started this blog. My Dad started it and it stuck. My Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Aunt – they all call me Kristabella. Still, to this day. So really, if you’ve spent any time with my family, you’ve heard me called that.
So my cousin Steve, his girlfriend’s name is Kristin. They’ve been dating awhile and she’s not going anywhere, so I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will not be the only Kristin in this family. This has taken me years to come to grips with.
Anyway, Other Kristin is lovely. We all like her, she’s funny, cute and we’re happy to have her as part of the family. I hope one day my cousin gets off his ass and proposes to her because she’s put up with him long enough to get a ring on her finger.
So Other Kristin spent Thanksgiving with her family, but came by my Aunt’s house at the end of the evening on Thursday. As soon as she walks in, my other cousin, Jaime, Steve’s sister, says to Other Kristin “Hi Kristabella.”
I was sitting on the couch in the family room at the time, probably checking Twitter on my phone. I heard my mom audibly gasp. And then I was like “did she just call Other Kristin ‘Kristabella’?” And my cousin Jaime then proceeded to play dumb like she had NEVER, EVER heard me called that before and that she CAME UP WITH THE NAME. ALL BY HERSELF!
Look, I don’t say a lot of nice things about my father, but I have many memories of him calling me “Kristabella” in this weird accent, and like I say in my About Page, it brings a smile to my face. Still to this day. So no, you didn’t come up with that. My DAD did. And you’ve been hearing me being called that YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.
Of course, once she knew I was upset, she kept doing it. She can deny it that she wasn’t doing it on purpose, but I’m pretty sure she was.
And look, honey, I AM Kristabella. All you have to do is Google that shit.
Case closed.
::::
Don’t forget to enter my giveaway! I will keep it open until some time on Tuesday, when I decide to pick a winner. Once comments close, the giveaway is over. Good luck!
About the author
I kind of hate your cousin Jaime right now. I’m sorry. I know it’s not rational or, you know, appropriate, but I can’t help it. Google doesn’t lie.
.-= hillary´s last blog ..Dye Your Hair Suicide Blonde =-.
Sorry. Got another Christabella here. But that was when I was very young and it didn’t stick. It creeps out occasionally. Anyway, that is the reason I started reading this site in the first place. I’d never met someone with the same nickname. 🙂
google does not lie.
.-= Scarlet´s last blog ..Romance =-.
The only nickname I had was witchypoo. Since my family consider me a Tool of Satan for doing readings, I somehow don’t think it’s a fond nickname.
.-= witchypoo´s last blog ..Not on the first date =-.
I think that deserves a bitch slap if anything ever did.
.-= nancypearlwannabe´s last blog ..Coming Out =-.
I believe that I bellowed “We may have come to terms with two Kristins around here but there IS. ONLY. ONE. KRISTABELLA.
Um, wow. I kind of hate your cousin too, even though I know this is not the reaction that you wanted your readers to have. I can kind of relate – my sister in law, who married my husband’s brother, gave herself a nickname right after they got married – let’s say for argument’s sake that my husband’s family’s name is Smith. She nicknamed herself Smithy. That has been my husband’s nickname ever since he’s a kid! She’s the only one who refers to herself as Smithy but it just makes me want to kick her.
Dude. There is a reason I dislike Thanksgiving so much. OY.
Someone needs a come to Jesus meeting.
.-= Raven´s last blog ..and it’s over =-.
This is sort of unrelated, but my nickname is obviously Rhi. Which is short for Rhiannon. Which is spelled R-H-I. So, why do some of my family members spell it R-E?
SO ANNOYING.
There are so many repeat names in H’s family that it is kind of crazy. But no repeat nicknames! That is just wrong.
I think maybe you just need to start bringing your own dishes to share to Thanksgiving without telling anyone first.
.-= -R-´s last blog ..Trying Too Hard =-.
Your cousin sounds like some of the members of my family. Which is why we don’t have them over for Thanksgiving.
I’ll come for dinner with you and the cats if you send me an invite. 😉
.-= Angella´s last blog ..Nicknames =-.
Oh, now that is just NOT ON. I mean, I don’t even like it when I encounter other people called Amber, and God knows, there are millions of them, but to steal Kristabella is just so very wrong!
.-= Amber´s last blog ..My friends all drive Porches, I must make amends =-.
Oh no no no no no no no. That has to stop. NOW, Jaime.
Jaime, if you’re reading this, we’re on to your sh*t. Step down.
THIS is exactly why I hate the Holidays. It’s stupid sh*t like this that family members pull that just make. me. HATE. the. Holidays.
I agree – – a bitch slap is definitely in order here.
.-= Liz J in Central Illinois´s last blog ..Black Friday Incident, and Other "Stuff" =-.
ohhhhh that would piss me the fuck off. like no one had better start calling the other jen in the family jennster.. i’d be like STEP THE FUCK OFF SNATCHY HOSE BEAST!!!!! oh yes, i would. i am jennster. hear me roar.
.-= jennster´s last blog ..traditions =-.
what up with the fam, KRISTABELLA? what the hell to your cousin? i think your date with the cats sounds far superior. fck those people.
.-= michele (mouthy_broad)´s last blog ..June is for Camping =-.
oooh/. YOU are Kristabella.
you are welcome to come to my house for Thanksgiving next year. I promise we won’t call anyone else by your name 😉
ooh that would get my goat…or however the term is said. I feel that nicknames are a personal thing and you can’t just go throwing around someone else’s nickname around like you invented it!
.-= Sensibly Sassy´s last blog ..I Wish I May I Wish I Might =-.
Completely uncalled for.
On the other hand, at least you have a nickname that people will recognize. I tried for years to get people to call me DM (Dee Em, deem. Like Carpe Diem) and it never works. Mainly it’s just a blogging thing.
As for food, I’ve been lucky, the last couple of years my roommate hasn’t gone home and I was able to convince her that we wanted baked potatoes this year instead of mashed potatoes. My co-workers thought that was sacrilege but I was happy! Just bring the food you want, they’ll eat it and probably love it!