Kristine Kaipust Parsons. AKA Krazy K. Krissy is my longest running BFF. Sixteen years and counting. In high school we called her Krazy K. Why? Because she wore a wife beater with her dickies and carried guns. I might be exaggerating but you get the idea.
From the outsider looking in at our friendship, her gangsta lifestyle was a bad influence on my goody two-shoes self. She's the gal who's shit-list I would never want to be on but would bend over backwards for the people she loves.
Krissy and I had two COMPLETELY different groups of friends. She didn't like mine and I was scared of hers. She was (is) a year older than me so we were able to pull this off rather smoothly. Plus, she was always willing to ditch Tech-nine Tiff for me.
I was as girly as a girl can be. I will never know what she saw in me at that GHS baseball game in 8th grade that made her decide to make me a life long friend. I just knew not to question it. We have made more memories than I can count. Our friendship is solid. Even when I went away to college and started making "new" friends, Krazy told me straight up I couldn't get rid of her. I appreciated that. We got married a month apart and were in each other's weddings.
Every time I see Krissy, I leave giggling. It's because even though she is an amazing mom and successful business woman, she is still Krazy K at heart. She still enjoys dropping an occasional F-bomb and I still say "F-bomb."
Krissy, I literally peed my pants looking through old pictures today and that's what inspired this post. I may regret this but they are way to funny to not share....
|Why on God's great earth did we think this was cool!?!?!?|
|I'm so embarrassed for us right now|
|Happy Graduation day! What the hell am I going to do now!?|
|Oh, I know! How about you come to my senior Homecoming and we take pictures together!?|