Thursday, September 27, 2012

My Mom

One of my fondest memories as a little girl was when I would lay my head in my mom's lap as she would twirl my hair around my ear.  Nothing significant was talked about or said.  Just a simple act that showed me how much she loved me.

I'm a crier.  At the most ridiculous things I am a crier.  I don't cry during fights or break ups.  I rarely get emotional when I talk about my feelings.  But you see my mom is a crier too.  And when she cries I cry.  This Spring Craig, Chad, and I rode with my parents to my cousins wedding.  Of course because Craig always gets too hot and his dating life was the most exciting at the time, he got to sit in the front seat (to entertain my dad of course)  (I went to dinner at my friend's house Monday night... get this.... they don't talk about their kids dating life!  Can you imagine???  They have a 22 year old and never talk about it.  How boring!)  Anyways so as Chad and I were draped over my mom who, of course, was sitting in the middle trying to get comfortable my mom started to say, and of course started crying half way through the sentence, "Thank you for being such wonderful children.  What are we going to do when you grow up and get married and can't go on trips like this anymore?"  Tears came to my eyes as I thought of all the wonderful memories the 5 of us have.

But I think what I love most about my mom is how deeply she cares about people.  I don't know if I've ever met someone who cares so much about people.  She loves them.  Her life is about serving.  And because of that I am the luckiest girl around.  I've questioned almost everything in life.  But there is one thing that I have never had to question.  Never once have I questioned if my mom loves me.  No matter what through the thick and the thin... I know that my mom is there, ready, dependable, anxious to serve.  I know this might sound arrogant or naive... but I've never worried about becoming a mom.  I've never worried about how I would do it. Never thought it would be too much.  And it's because of her example.  It's because of what she taught me.  But it's a tough thing when someone like her has a birthday.  She doesn't really care about things.  She doesn't like the lime light.  So I guess the only thing I can say is Thank you.


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Dear Old Friend

Sometimes it's pathetic the objects that I almost humanize. Objects that hold such value in my life that it's almost unbearable to get rid of or replace.  I mean Schnuckums is the extreme... but there are other things, typically things that have been through a lot of events, traveled lots of roads, given me some type of comfort.  

Well today is one of those days when I finally realize it's time.  It's time to throw it out.  It's time to replace it.  (It almost hurts to call them an it.)  Yes pathetic.

I remember when I first got my sparkly gold sperrys.  I was a little nervous.  I had seen them numerous times but I was still worried.  Were they too sparkly?  Were they too "BIG"?  Were they just absolutely ridiculous?  I called them my 3CPO shoes for a while.  I even blogged about it.  (I would link that blog post but I'm at school and I can not go to my other blog posts or it will lock me out)  I think of the fun times I've had with these shoes.  Clearly we know that they were with me on each and every single trip to Disneyland... yes 43 times these shoes walked those magical streets.

But it was more than that.  They walked the streets of Europe, South Beach Miami, Butchart Gardens Canada, hiked Zions, Yellowstone, and most recently went sailing.  They went to countless parties, dates, and probably even a first kiss or two...

 
but as you can clearly see... they have been loved, worn out and are need of retirement.  
I search high and low for new shoes.  But alas... it's hard to teach old dogs new tricks.

Introducing 3CPO part II:

 Now all I need is Disneyland.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Partyin' it Up

So this was the first weekend I've stayed in Northern Utah in.... I have no idea how long, months for sure.  I went to two amazing parties!  The first was a Great Gatsby party with flappers mobsters and a live jazz band!  It was amazing!!!  Sadly I only took one picture but the atmosphere was incredible!
 

The second party was a dream come true...... no, it had nothing to do with Disney ;) It was a tomato tasting party!!!!!  At least 40 different varieties of tomatoes to taste.  A girl like me's dream come true!!!!!!!

My winners were:

 This party we went to was totally and completely random.  But it was amazing!  The yard was amazing.  There was also a live band at this party too!


 But the best part of the party was the homemade brewed beer.  Awesome.


Friday, September 21, 2012

A good reminder.

Words can not express my love for this man.  His autobiography was one of the hardest/most wonderful reads I've ever experienced.  A student made this piece of art for me.  Tears formed as I finally hung it up in my classroom this morning.  I think this makes it official.  My most prized processions in my life are the pieces of artwork I have received.  Maybe it's because of the fond memories of art... maybe it's my lack of talent/work ethic to learn how.... maybe it's because I have witnessed time and time again how difficult art is... for whatever reason I love art.  Every time I look at this sketch by Camela I am so humbled that she would give me such beauty.

 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Flying.

It happens.  Every time I sitting in my seat (hopefully by the window) waiting for the rest of the passengers to board the plane and find their seats.  The anticipation nearly kills me.  I get so excited to see what kind of character I will be seated next to this time.  Now clearly I can not let on that I am excited to see who it's going to be.  So I play with my phone to avoid eye contact.  (Although I had just been sitting waiting to board for at least the last 30 minutes so there is nothing for me to play with on my phone... I've already checked my text messages, emails, voice mails, blog, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter .)  So it just turns into a waiting game.  Waiting for the person who is going to sit next to me to put their carry-on in the overhead, waiting for them to check their phone one last time, waiting for them to look relaxed and even a bit bored.  It's then and only then that I pounce.

I never start with a question directed towards them.  That is a total rookie mistake.  I start with some type of funny joke or comment about something.  Maybe about the flight attendant... maybe about another passenger... maybe about the weather.  Anything except personal questions.  You see, personal questions in such a close proximity is just too much.  So I try and keep it light.  Other wise there is a chance that I might scare off the person and then I am trapped in the window seat with nothing to do for 1 to 2 hours.  So my whole goal is to get the other person to ask me a personal question.  Once that has happened... they are hooked and I know the rest of the flight is at my disposal.  If they are an interesting person I get the next 1 to 2 hours to explore their brain, their dreams, their passions....or if they are boring I can complain how exhausting the day was and pretend to go to sleep.  It is an automatic win.  (Because you see, if you ask them a personal question first but then realize they are a really boring/crazy/annoying person you can't THEN say you are tired... because you asked the personal question.  Now you are stuck in the conversation until they end it.)

I hate flying.  I get so so motion sick.  Whenever the plane drops I am afraid we are all dead men. But I'll tell you what.  It's all worth it.  Not for the destination or even the peanuts... but for the chance of being seated next to a gem.


Thursday, September 6, 2012

Favorite Thing


My cousin Natalie just posted the pictures of her wedding.  It was such a fun wedding!  But two pictures from the wedding make me so so so happy.  I realize that people do all sorts of stuff for fun in life.  Some people like to travel, some people like to sit home with a book, some people like to jump off of antennas.... or bridges.... or cliffs.... but I realize now that there is no question what my favorite thing to do is.  I love to laugh.  And I love being with people that make me laugh.  One time my friend once describe someone as "easy to laugh."  I think that is going to be my new goal.... easy to laugh.
  
 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Bad News.

I guess the school district decided that blogspots needed to go on the list with facebook, twitter, pintrest, and other inappropriate time wasters....  so it looks like I won't be blogging as much anymore.  I mean I get it.  I understand.  But what in the world am I going to do with all the time on my hands?

My solution for today: knitting.  If you have a daughter between the ages of 5-8 watch out... I'm probably going to try and pawn off a knitted scarf on you.  Because you see I am going to make a lot of them because...  (Today I really really really needed to be distracted... I gave up caffeine.)  I know I know this isn't the first time I've decided to drop the substance, and it's quite ironic seeing how just last weekend the church put on their website that it is okay to drink caffeinated sodas.  But I clearly have an addiction to caffeine when my boyfriend points to the Addiction Recovery class the church offers once a week and tells me he'll be my sponsor.  How do I feel on option  "Kristin eliminates caffeinated Crystal Light out of her life" Day 1.  I couldn't keep my head up by the end of the school day.  I guess the most descriptive way to say it would be, I feel like I was ran over by a semi.  Good news is.  Eventually it goes away.  Bad news is.  The block on my blog at school... probably isn't.