Tuesday, July 31, 2012


I got a darling text a few days ago with this picture.

I was informed my lack of blogging was completely unacceptable.

I've tried to write blogs recently.  I've started at least a dozen.   I have my heart of my sleeve these days.  And I feel like my current thoughts and emotions probably aren't meant for the whole wide blogging world to read.

I've been traveling from San Diego to Montana the past week and a half. Sadly I didn't really use a camera.  I watched the sunset at Oceanside Pier, layed out at the beach, ran around Fallbrook in the heat, saw Batman (loved it although 2:45 is a long time for me to sit), drove through the desert at midnight (I love the heat at night), stayed at a cabin in Island Park,  watched glorious Idaho sunsets, reminisced about better days, drove around Yellowstone, floated the Hoback, drove a H1 hummer through a volcano, but most important I spent a lot of time with a lot of people that I love to pieces.   Summer.... you have been real.

Friday, July 20, 2012


Even when it's a good thing... is still change.  I like to pretend sometimes that I like change.  With all my comings and goings, with my never ending packing and unpacking, I try and fool myself into thinking that I don't like constant.

But whenever something happens that abruptly or even subtlety that changes my existence... my whole world gets rocked.  Tonight was one of those nights.  I walked outside as the sun was setting (which always gets me in one of those reflective moods) especially because it was a gorgeous sunset!  and I got a sentimental text message from my brother who was spending quality time with our devoted grandparents that are slipping away....

and of course I got into the car and heard Garth Brooks singing about how you moved me.  Tears formed in my eyes as I drove towards the sunset with the sunroof open and the smell of alfalfa fields filling the car.  Now there is always change, and I can feel change coming in my life.  But tonight I was sad for change because my little brother is leaving me.

We've spent 6 years in Provo together, Craig and I.  A lot of great memories and a few bad... but the most wonderful thing was, no matter what, I always knew I had someone there for me.  I knew I could always count on him for whatever I needed.  As I drove down the road I sat and thought of all the wonderful times together.... the road trips, the dinners, the talks, the church lessons, the changing of the infamous light bulb (that took both Craig and Chad and they were terrified of the heights) and so much more.  Wonderful memories that I will look back for the rest of my life and be so grateful that I have such an amazing little brother.  It must not be easy having an older sister like me.  I mean the poor guy... but I have always been so proud to be his sister (well except that one intermural basketball game where he was a total ball hog and he kept missing his shots.... I had to go hide beneath the bleachers.)

Anyways, tomorrow is Craig's last day as a Provo All-Star.... it's taken him hard work and 4 different BYU 5th stake wards to finally arrive at the Provo All-Star status... but he did it.  Tomorrow he heads off to medical school (okay not really, we are headed to Idaho to float rivers and fish first) but I can not even express how grateful I am that we've had this time together.  Tonight I was sad.... because once again I realized this is an end to another chapter of life.  (Don't get any great ideas that I'm going anywhere)  And so I guess all I can say is, it was great.

 I love you Craig and good luck! 

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Perfect night for a ride.

Eagle Mountain at it's finest.

An ISTP at his finest... yes that's Jason.

Just in case you could tell how high they get.

She had no idea I was taking her picture.... But the lighting was too perfect not to.

Yes.... I took more pictures of the sky than riders.

What a great night.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

It's my Nature.

My dad tells a story.  That is one thing that my dad is absolutely fabulous at.... telling stories.  Particularly analogies.  Someday I hope to write down all of his stories.  But here is one of the best... kinda depressing, but great still the same.

There was a frog and a scorpion.  They were sitting on the edge of a river.  The frog jumped in and was going to swim across the river.  The scorpion wanted to get across the river too so he yells out of the frog, "Hey!  Can I get a ride on your back across the river?"  The frog turns around, sees the big nasty stinger on the end of the scorpions tail and said, "Why would I be stupid enough to let you come near me?  You will string me!"  The scorpion said, "No I won't.  I need a ride across the river.  If I sting you I can't get across the river."  The frog thought about it a minute, swam back to shore and let the scorpion climb on his back.  Half way across the river the frog feels a sharp intense stab into his back.  He turns around to see that the scorpion had indeed stung him.  The frog cried out, "Why did you do that?  We are only half way across the river, now we are both going to drown!"  As they were sinking into the water all the scorpion could do was shrug his shoulders and said, "It's my nature."

Maybe it's because my boyfriend likes to risk life and limb anyway possible or because I spent 2 very intimate weeks where I scratched my head quite often wondering why people did things they did or maybe it's just my never ending quest for self discovery... but there is just something so satisfying about understanding someone's "nature".

And I am happy to report that after years....literally years, I'll never forget the first time I fought with my cousin Shane 15 years ago about it, I have finally discovered my personality, ENFP.  It comes from a book called "Please Understand Me."  The test is often called the Myer Briggs test.

I love the title of the book.  Please Understand Me.  So badly I crave to be understood... both by other people and by myself.  It was so refreshing to read a detailed description of me... why?  Because it makes me seem a little less crazy.  For instance: it talks about how bored I get.... hence I hate movies.  (I must clarify, movies in a theater where I am stuck in one place, can't move, can't watch people.... just stuck).  Another example: it talks about how at amusement parks or sporting events after a while I forget about the rides, the sites, the action and just people watch trying to figure out peoples lives.  Which makes PERFECT sense why I can go to Disneyland 43 times in a year and not get bored with it.

I could go on and on about all of the cool things I've learned about myself since finally discovering my personality.  But that's not the point...... the point is, how cool.  How cool this personality test/ book is. Jason was a complete skeptic.  As we were driving to Cedar this weekend I read him the 70 questions of the test.  He was flippantly throwing out answers by the end because he couldn't take it.  But you would not believe how perfectly this test nailed him. (ISTP if you are curious)

So if you want to understand yourself or someone else better I'd highly recommend this book.

But then again, a huge part of my personality is this introspective self-awareness discovery mumbo jumbo.... and as I've discovered I feel like once I've learned something or experienced something I have to tell the world about it.... so if you ever wonder why I am okay exposing all my inner thoughts, feelings, and insecurities with the whole blogging world....

It's my nature.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

I know, I know, they are all starting to look the same.

Palma de Mallorca
(An island off the coast of Spain...)

Hands down the prettiest beach I've ever seen.


 We love sailboats!

My dream house.

My favorite picture of the whole trip.

Friday, July 13, 2012


If you remember, this is where the wheels came off the wagon.... but seriously, if the wheels have to come off, what a place to do it!

Mt. Etna.... that is not a fire on top.
This is a very active volcano.

The Entrance to the city.

It wasn't a rose..... but it was hands down the  best
smelling flower I'd ever smelt.

Just an infinity pool overlooking the Mediterranean, NBD.

It was gorgeous, but hands down the best part of the entire day.... well besides facetiming Jason for over an hour, was.....
Yes. The Food.
Best Canoli Ever.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A Bit of Honesty.

I was told that my pictures are not enough... that I need to still be writing.

So here is a blogpost  that I have been thinking a lot about.

I hope I never forget the exact moment.  It was the first night of the European adventure.  Danielle and I were walking up to the light show at the Magic Fountain of Montjuic at the end of a beautiful day.  The sun's fading light elluminated the capital as we walked through the fountains to get to the light show.  It was absolutely magical.

The golden hue cast over the entire city warmed my soul.  I remember just smiling, almost pinching myself.  HOW IN THE WORLD DID I GET TO THIS PLACE?  Why am I so lucky to be here?  To experience this?  All I could do was giggle.  I wanted to do heel clicks up and down the sidewalk through the darling little fountains and watch my shadow in the setting sunlight.  Danielle was caught up in the moment just as much as I was.  It was amazing.  Glorious.  The excitement of the trip I think finally hit both of us at the same time as we overlooked the beauty of the foreign city and realized it was real.  This was really happening!

And then Danielle said it.  She said the statement that I have been thinking about ever since.   I really hope I never forget it. "Kristin, think about how lucky you are!  Aren't you so glad you aren't married!  You get to expeirence..... (as she throws out her arms and twirls) THIS!"

*Caution.  This is going to turn into a grass is always greener speech.

I thought about what Danielle had just said.  I thought of all my friends and family back home that are going to read this blog and look at all the pictures of this amazing trip and be so jealous.  Although a part of them might not say it outloud deep down some might say, "man i wish i hadn't gotten married so soon... or i wish I wouldn't have had a kid.... I wish I could do what Kristin gets to do."

So I guess this blog post is for anyone out there that might have thought that.  Or maybe for myself someday down the road when I am getting no sleep because my sick baby won't stop crying or I can't fit into my pants because the baby weight won't come of.  Or I can't even afford to eat a caprese salad in my own town let alone travel half way around the world to sample them....

My trip was amazing.  It was wonderful.  A once in a life time experience that I will never forget.  But when Danielle said that.... I paused, really thought about it.... ya know, to make sure I really meant it and I said, "No Danielle I would give it all away.  All my trips, all my freedom, my total carefree life... just to hear a little baby cry out for me.  To be in a healthy happy relationship where I know we are going to go hand in hand to face the cold cruel world together and make the best of it.  Because that it what life is all about.  It's not about trying to get from here to death as painlessly as possible.  It's about creating.  It's about becoming.  And all the trips to Europe in the world couldn't make up for that."

(Okay I might not have said it that elequantly that night as the sun was silently slipping behind the city scape of this foreign land.... but that's how I'd like to remember it)

I know I know.  I can already hear you.  "Kristin, you can come babysit my kids any time you want!  You can wash the dishes, do the laundry, and pick up the endless supply of toys.  You can fight with my husband when we have no money or he wants to go play with his friends rather than spend time with our family."  But when Joanie took me in to watch her little girl sleeping in her crib the other night it hit me again.  The fact is, this is what life is about.  And sure my trip was really awesome. (And I'll post the last two ports when I get back to Utah) but as I looked at my gay Uncle's 50th birthday video with him alone in front of all of the world's most spectacular places it made me so sad.  All the travels, all the freedom in the world can not make up for what a family can produce.

Just a bit of honesty.

(but since I can't really do anything about it at the moment, 
you better believe I am going to live up my life to the fullest. 
 I'm off to a perfectly sunny 85 degree day at the beach with 2 of my favorite people! 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Venice.... just like the Italian Job

The view from the cruise ship as we came into Venice.

No line for the water taxis because of the strike.

St. Mark's Square

Our first true Venician bridge.

Oh so so hot.

Our Epic Gondola Ride.... 

The gift from my bar tender..

Venice you rocked my little world.