Thursday, December 17, 2009

Bring on Christmas!!!!

So my cute friend Jade thought it would be fun to have a Christmas dinner before everyone left for home. She's so stinkin' cute, she has never really cooked before so this was her first attempt. She spent all day working on it! These are all pictures from the night.... something happened to my blog and now I can't see the pictures anymore, so no captions.... sorry. But yes there is one with me knitting... I have turned into a knittin' fool!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I Can Fly!

I fully recognize the vagueness of the last post was a little mean… but I couldn’t resist. It was how I was feeling and I needed to write it! Now for the rest of the story... The boy that rocks my world. The boy that makes the light seem brighter. The boy that gets me to stay up until 3 am. The boy that makes me laugh so hard I almost cried. The boy that leaves a smile on my face for days. The boy that reminds me what it feels like to be in love… doesn’t feel the same. I know what ya'll are thinking…. You think there is small slight chance that he really does and I just don’t know it yet. But those of you that know him understand that there is no hope. You know that he is Peter Pan and as much as he complains about the challenges and annoyances of wearing tights he really has no intentions of leaving Never-Never Land. The joys of flying gives him such a high that the undesirable outcomes are worth it.

But the great news is…. There is hope on the horizon. Though I don’t expect Peter Pan to ditch his lost boys anytime soon, this recent encounter has brought a newfound optimism. You see I was starting to think that there was no one out there for me. That my education, exposure to greatness, and worldview made me so skeptical and critical that I can never really fall in love again. But the great news is, hanging out with him, hearing him tell me how good I look, feeling the butterflies in my stomach every time he touched me, analyzing the world with him late into the night made me realize that there is something to look forward to. Although the bends of the road are always unknown, the only thing I can count on is... there still is hope.

Monday, November 30, 2009

What a Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too.
I see em bloom for me and for you.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

This song makes so much more sense now.

When I look outside the sky is bluer, the sun is brighter, and there is just so much splendor in the world.

The hours seem like minutes yet every moment is unforgettable.

The optimism, the hope, the excitement is intoxicating.

Cheeks hurt from smiling, stomach aches from laughing, body is begging for sleep.

The kind of feeling that makes it possible to listen to the same song on repeat for a 3 hours drive.

The daydreams that seem to be reality.

All because of him.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Top Ten

Top 10 Worst Things to say to try to console a 26-year-old Single Mormon Girl:

10. Your time will come.

9. Have you ever considered on-line dating? My cousin’s dog’s husband’s sister met a great guy…. Well besides the fact that he has 4 kids and a registered sex-offender.

8. You haven’t been asked out in 2 years??? Oh that’s just cuz the guys are totally intimidated by your beauty.

7. Just think of all the freedom you have! You can do anything…. Alone.

6. Oh if you were out in the real world you would be totally typical, the average age of the normal partying, sleeping around adult to get married isn’t until their 30’s.

5. Someday you will look back at this time and be so grateful for these single years…you will be so grateful you were able to get rejected over and over again.

4. Maybe you need to put yourself out there more.

3. What I would give to have no responsibilities…. It’s such a drag to have the security of a husband, the sense of purpose of having kids, and the feeling of success of following God’s plan.

2. Remember, even those who don’t get a chance in this life will get a chance in the next.

And the worst possible thing to say to a 26 year old girl who feels bad she's not married
1. Sex is totally overrated.

Saturday, October 24, 2009


Sometimes I want to believe that I am immuned to advertisements. I like to humor myself to think that I buy products and services based on personal preference and not on how well a business is able to market those goods. For any of you that don’t know, I don’t wear my seatbelt. I hate seatbelts. I hate feeling restricted. But most of all, I know this will show how stupid I really am, but I don’t wear my seatbelt out of principle.

This advertisement is why I refuse to wear my seatbelt. How twisted has our society become that we wear our seatbelts out of fear of losing money and not because we fear having our face smash through our windshield? Every time I see one of these pathetic advertisements I shake my head with disgust and get a little satisfaction as I look down and remember I am not wearing my seatbelt.

That was until I was running around downtown Annapolis last weekend. There it was. The advertisement I have been imagining ever since I realized how sick the “click it or ticket” advertisement is. It was very simple but I will never forget this advertisement and my life will never be the same because of it. It said, “Someone needs you. Wear your seatbelt religiously.” And that was all it took. Now I can not get in my car without thinking of all the people that would be affected if my head went through my windshield. So I have officially joined the ranks… I am a seatbelt wearer.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Thankfully there have been numerous posts recently that I have wanted to post but didn’t. Lately I have been thinking about ignorance and the frustration of the abundance of ignorance when there is so much knowledge right at our fingertips. It seems that almost every day I want to write a post dedicated to a ridiculously ignorant comment I heard in the teachers’ lounge, liberal America, or even conservative talk radio. (It may be shocking to hear but conservative talk radio probably gets me the most fired up.)
But rather than pointing fingers at the ignorance of everyone around me, what I have been questioning lately is in what ways am I ignorant? What opinions do I hold that are based solely on emotion or my culture and have no factual base? How would my opinions and actions be different if I had more knowledge?
The frustrating thing about life is, it is so easy to point fingers but so difficult to accurately evaluate oneself. So the next time I am tempted to throw out my opinion in mixed company (which is all too often) I am going to think of my ignorance, and keep my mouth shut.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Who is this Shane character we keep hearing about?

I’ll never forget the first time Shane and I talked over 2 years ago. Our ward was going to the temple. I was the only girl that showed up (a very typical thing in my ward, strange I know). Shane, being the elder’s quorum president, of course was there and gave me a ride to the temple. We made small talk as we went to the temple. Shane asked, “So what part of Southern California are you from?” (Really it wasn’t a bad assumption, practically every member of our ward was from there) I smiled and said, “Actually I’m not from Southern California I am from Southern Utah.” He said, “Oh really? Well just take it as a compliment that I thought you were from Southern California.” I was so bugged with him! Seriously such a compliment to even be considered a "so cal." Yuck. He had the Southern California pride that makes me sick. The pride that no where in the world could possibly even compete with Southern California. If you have never experienced this pride, consider yourself fortunate.
So for the next couple years I wasn’t that fond of this guy, although he really impressed me as Elder’s Quorum president. I have never seen someone so dedicated to his calling. I was especially impressed when he came to the Relief Society and chastised the lack of modesty. Super cool.
But what brought us together, what made us best friends was…

Although I know a lot of people that love this pizza, no one is as passionate about it as me and Shane. At first we would always take a group of people with us to go Terra Mia, but after a while we got tired of trying to find people to come with us, and soon enough Shane and I became best friends. Shane and I are best friends because we are both passionate about two things in particular, Terra Mia and the sun. It wasn’t soon after summer began that Shane got a season pass to Seven Peaks and we spent hours and hour floating in the lazy river.
I have sinse made it my mission to show Shane all the cool things in the world that have nothing to do with Southern California. So here are some pictures of the things that Shane has now experienced. Although he still thinks Southern California is the best, he has admitted that these places are pretty good…. HUGE progress!

So I know what you are all thinking, "They are totally in love! They are totally going to get together." Sadly Shane nor I want this relationship to be more than best friends, but I am sure glad I have him around! This summer has been the best summer of my life and a large part of it has to do with my best friend.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Too Early for Christmas Music?

I really try not to complain about my life. Well at least on this blog :) but sometimes it seems that when life is down it’s the perfect time to kick ya. Yesterday was one of those days. It started with bawling in the fetal position on the bathroom floor half the night…. Then 12 hours at the junior high with the feeling of knives constantly stabbing me in the stomach, and when parent teacher conference finally ended it was time to “celebrate” the end of my friend’s celibacy …not the most joyous occasion for those of us still celibate.

I knew the only thing that could truly brighten my spirits this morning was a cold diet coke and some jolly Christmas music. I find it quite ironic how much I enjoy Christmas music. All year I love heart wrenching emo-loving punk rock, but when the weather starts to get chilly I am such a sucker for the Jackson Five, Mariah Carey, N’Sync, Nat King Cole, Jessica Simpson, and even Britney Spears!

I think the reason why I love Christmas music in August, September, and even early October is because there is hope. There is still a chance that this Christmas will be different, that this Christmas could possibly be spent with someone special. There is nothing more wonderful than a Christmas Season with someone. The Christmas caroling, the Christmas light watching, the snuggling next to the fire, the speculating of what he will get me, the Christmas parties, the gingerbread house decorating, and most important the d├ębuting at the Annual Bartholomew Family Christmas Party. Listening to the cheerful music months before December is just a constant intake of wishful thinking, because the closer to the 25th it gets, the more apparent the realization is that this will be another Christmas alone. The music starts to change... By the time the middle of December comes there only a select few songs that will be heard from my collection. The version of “Have yourself a merry little Christmas” that is currently playing is the most recent addition to my near-Christmas playlist. Other select choices are: Blue Christmas, I’ll be home for Christmas, and White Christmas.

So why do I listen to Christmas music in October? It’s definitely a guilty indulgence. I know it just gets my hopes up for a huge disappointment, but the way I look at it, one of these days it’s bound to work out.

Friday, September 25, 2009

"I miss Summer Kristin"

To understand where such a statement came from, let me tell you about yesterday, a very typical weekday in my life this fall.
5:00 My alarm goes off.
5:20 I run 7 miles
6:30 Quick shower and grab breakfast as I leave for school
7:15 Teach
3:45 Go to Grad School Classes
7:45 Leave Class
8:15 Get home try to do some home work before falling asleep from exhaustion.
So when Shane hastled me about how he never gets to hang out with me any more and I snapped at him... it makes sense why he said, "I miss the summer Kristin"
So I figure I need to make an ode to summer and all the wonderful things that made it so great!

Count down: 153 days til Summer Kristin returns!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Why I am fair weather fan.

With all the recent excitement of a particular game that took place Saturday my heart goes out to all ecstatic fans. I have heard all sorts of talk about how great season is going to be. People are getting their hopes up so high! Some even dream that because this year is the 25th anniversary of the team's only national championship that it is destiny. I question why I feel so bad for all these fans getting their hopes up. Why my heart just aches every time I hear another crazed fan dream of a national championship.

After searching back in my past I have discovered why I am such a fair weather fan. Let me indulge about some of the major sport disappointments that have led me to this jaded state.

It all began in the Centrum Auditorium on the campus of Southern Utah University back in 1993. The Pineview Lady Panthers were taking on the Hurricane Lady Tigers for the 3A basketball state championship. I remember watching the janitors drop the two school color flags over the game court. Excitement was in the air. Pineview took an early lead in the game. I thought I could rest easy. I could already picture the 1993 championship banner hanging back in our home gym, The Pit. But alas, with 5 seconds left Shauna Hepworth stole the ball from Mandy Shaheen and made a lay up. Final Score Pineview 47, Hurricane 48. I will never forget watching Mandy Shaheen sprawled out on the floor in center court with tears running down her cheeks… the agony of defeat.

After that season of basketball, after that devastating blow, it was all down hill from there. My family moved to Cedar and it was one devastating blow after another. Whether it was the football season of 1999 with a loss to Dixie in the State Championship, an upsetting season of volleyball in 1999, Soccer in 2000 with a loss against Ben Lomand in the State Championship, Baseball season 2004…. One stupid run away from beating Bear River to take first, State Long Jump 2006 second place by a ¼ inch… time and time again I have got my hopes up, dreaming that this would be the year, this season would be the season that we would finally win.

After years of disappointment I have come to learn one thing. Never hope. Never dream. So does my blood bleed blue? I don’t know, ask me in 11 weeks.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Running on Faith

Lately I've been running on faith
What else can a poor boy do?
But my world will be right
When love comes over you

Lately I've been talking in my sleep
I can't imagine what I'd have to say
Except my world will be right
When love comes back your way

I've always been
One to take each and every day
Seems like by now
I'd find a love who cares just for me

Then we'd go running on faith
All of our dreams would come true
And our world will be right
When love comes over me and you

Then we'd go running on faith
All of our dreams would come true
And our world will be right
When love comes over me and you
When love comes over you

Saturday, August 22, 2009

The Older you get the more you need people you knew when you were young.

This was the first week of Jr. High. Something I am blown away with this year is the seventh graders. They are straight out of elementary here in Alpine School district. They were so cute. They were so innocent. They were so scared! How in heaven’s name do these darling, sweet kids turn into punk ninth graders is beyond me. How in just two short years of school they become so calyst, so jaded that they constantly have to act tough, too cool, and mean is beyond me. I was puzzled with this phenomenon all day until lunch. As I was driving back from lunch it almost broke my heart. The loner kids were hiding between the bushes, in the corners, or even behind the dumpsters. Tears literally pooled in my eyes as I watch all these anxious kids try and hide that they were alone. Like the typical know it all I am, I have concluded that all the problems in the world today can be led back to one catalyst. The Junior High Lunch Time. Seeing the desperate look in those kids’ eyes haunted me. It was plain to see why these vulnerable kids would take drastic measures to fit in, make friends, and feel like they belong. In the eyes of these loners I saw the desire for friends so deep I just ached.Of course this made me ponder back to my junior high experience. Moving to Cedar at the beginning of my junior high years definitely gave me a run for my money. Moving to Garden Park aka the only Ghetto in all of Cedar City didn’t help much… But when I looked into those kids eyes I couldn’t help but thank the Heavens for the friends I was able to associate with. As these friends from 15 years ago got together last week we were shocked how similar we all turned out. All of us are strong members of the church. All of us graduated from college. All of us have been some form of a teacher. They say that friends form you into who you are, so I guess I just need to say, Thanks.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Movie that Rocked My World

I must confess, I really don't like movies. I get bored. I get too attatched to the characters. There are all too many reasons why I hate movies. But this movie is one of those memerable movies that I will never forget.

I've struggled over how I could actually describe this movie. The emotional rollercoaster it took me on. The highs of highs, the lows of lows. The ultimate bliss and the fetal position I wanted to get in... But I have given up. I can not put into words the way I feel about this movie. This review on Rolling Stone was the best description I could find.

Boy meets girl, boy loses girl. It’s been done to emo death. That’s why the sublimely smart-sexy-joyful-sad (500) Days of Summer hits you like a blast of pure romantic oxygen. It turns the genre on its empty head and sees relationships for what they are — a bruising business. Someone’s heart always gets ripped out. Meet Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt, letting his charm flag fly), a would-be architect idling in L.A. as a writer of greeting cards. In strolls his boss’s new assistant, Summer (the glorious Zooey Deschanel), and Tom’s a goner. For her, prizing independence, their affair is a lark. For him, raised on sappy Brit pop and a total misreading of The Graduate (he thinks the ending is happy), it’s love. So when she walks away, firmly but with kindness, you feel the pain, the kind that evaporates quickly only on sitcoms.
Marc Webb is a debuting feature director with style to burn. With a seriously funny and touching script by Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber, the movie spins a variation on Memento, shuffling through Tom’s 500 days with Summer in a random order that lets us see the fun times and the fault lines. A gimmick? Maybe. But Deschanel and Gordon- Levitt are star-crossed lovers to die for. They play it for real, with a grasp of subtlety and feeling that goes beyond the call of breezy duty.
This knockout of a movie expertly blends bliss (a dance number complete with an animated blue jay after Tom spends his first night in bed with Summer) and the blues (a split-screen segment in which Tom’s expectation of winning back Summer clashes with reality). The ending is tidy and way too cute, but (500) Days is otherwise a different kind of love story: an honest one that takes a piece out of you.

A piece was definately taken out of me, and it was totally worth it.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

If Biking is my Heroine then this is my Ecstasy

This summer has arguably been the best summer of my life. Why you may ask? Shane keeps telling me it is the summer of love. But that hasn't panned out the way I had hoped, I would have loved to say that I have finally found my future husband... but this will have to do!
I am told by the self-proclaimed "Italian Expert"
that this pizza is as close to authentic Italian you will find in the States. Shane says the only difference you would find in Italy would be better cheese. So sure I never made it to Italy this summer... but I guess this will have to do!

We have the most wonderful time at Terra Mia's. I won't even tell you how many times I have been there this summer because it is pretty embarrassing! But I will tell you that Shane and I plus whatever entertainment to bring with us, (whether it be Donald, the womanizer; Eric, the intellectual; or the bishop and his wife) have spent hours and hours sitting at the tables just enjoying the wonderful atmosphere of Italy... Now when I say atmosphere, the place really isn't that different from most hip restaurants.... the atmosphere comes from the dreamy Italian guys that own and cook at the Restaurant. Shane and I both could spend hours watching Ernesto run his fingers through his hair.Isn't he dreamy???? With his Italian accent and his so not typical sarcastic sense of humor.... ahhh send me to Italy!

If Ernesto isn't enough to convince you that you need to visit Terra Mia then this next picture will!The Gelato is amazing! Hazelnut and Chocolate are my favorite but the coconut and mango are not too shabby either. So the next time you are itchin' to go to Italy.... don't waste thousands of dollars, just go to Terra Mia where all your dreams come true.

Monday, August 10, 2009

The Falls

It all started when I saw the paintings of these beautiful falls. As I stared at the murals that were going to be put into the Twin Falls Temple, I felt that only a God could create something of such beauty. It was then and there in a warehouse in Menan, Idaho that I knew the temple was where I wanted to be. I made a promise to myself that I would see these murals again, in a different setting, under completely different circumstances. Over two years later that promise became a reality. It wasn't easy coming to the decision to go to the temple by myself. Every girl dreams about the day that she would take out her endownment. In that dream there is always a prince charming there holding her hand, watching her as she enters into covenants that will get her closer to her Father. It was a bitter sweet feeling to enter into the House of the Lord alone. Tears welled up in my eyes every time a sweet temple worker would tell me I was going to be the most beautiful bride. But I can not deny the impressions that I had that made me confident that my decision to enter the temple was correct. I gave a lesson to the Elder's Quorum about rising above mediocrity. I received a strong impression that it was time for me to step it up. I later told Shane, the Elder's Quorum President, that I was scared and I would have to be struck my lightening before I would do it. That next morning on a 9 mile run around Provo, past the temple and through the riverbottoms, I received my answer. I later texted Shane, "Well, it's a done deal. I was struck by lightning," He responded, "Kristin, I don't understand, there isn't a cloud in the sky." I said, "God works in mysterious ways." The event that hit me the hardest was when I was interviewing with my Stake President. He said, "Kristin, the heavens are rejoicing that you are making this decision. Your children are thrilled that you have decided to make this important step." So although my future husband wasn't there to watch me make the covenants to return to my Father, I am comforted to know I wasn't alone, my children were with me.