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

Chorus
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.







Monday, August 3, 2009

My Heroine


I figure if I am going to have an obsession with food there has to be another habit that must follow. I must admit as much as I complain about it, the fact of life is I am addicted to working out. There is no feeling in the world like sweat streaming down your forehead; your muscles aching from climbing up a monstrous hill; your heart pounding as you finish a run. I think most drug addictions could be broken if everyone ran at least 5 miles a day.
Well I have found a new addiction. From years of running and step aerobics my knees need a break! I try and swim once a week, but it’s just so annoying to always smell like chlorine! So this summer I thought I would take on a new hobby. My garage is full of bikes, where they came from I have no idea, but I figured since it’s so hip to be green these days, I figured I would ride to the grocery store or institute instead of driving. Well these bike rides that start out being maybe a couple of blocks or even a mile kept getting longer and longer… now my favorite thing in the whole wide world is to ride my bike from my house on the bench of Y mountain up to Vivian Park up Provo Canyon. It is the most beautiful ride passed the Provo Temple, down through the river bottoms and then up the canyon. It is a 26 mile ride that takes me almost 2 hours. Sure the up hills can get annoying, absolutely exhausting, but the feeling of the wind rushing passed me as I coast down a hill makes the climb worth it.

And the best part..... one bike ride, 1120 calories! How do you like them apples!