Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Story #34 Kristen

I am dragging my feet about ending my stories. I know that I need to write about the girls and Bob - but find that a bit overwhelming. Of course right now I am finding work, home and life in general overwhelming - so much so that my shoulder are basically one giant knot!



On Saturday Kristen turned to me and said, "Mom, our family needs a theme song." "We do?" I replied. "Yep. That way when everyone finishes breakfast and we head off in our different directions - our theme song will play." "Do you have a song in mind?" "Nope - I'll get back to you." This is one of many reasons why I need to write about Kristen.

When I was pregnant with Kristen I asked Nicole what we should name her new baby sister. She looked up and immediately announced "Pwa-Pwaps" as the perfect name. It is almost as catchy as Kristen.

I love that when Kristen was a toddler and would single-handedly destroy the entire house in under 3 minutes flat she would then proceed to bat her eyelashes at me and say, "I love you, Momma." Just to make the destruction okay.

I love that Kristen was so excited about her first zit, she stretched out her arms and declared "Puberty has arrived!" She then preceded to point out the zit to each one of Nicole's friends. That first one may have been exciting...but now she experiences a little more dread if a new one appears.

I love that Kristen, at a young age, told me, "You just don't get how important fashion is to me, Mom." And that she has already decided that she is the kind of girl who will always be okay with spending $60 on a tank top. (I feel just a little differently.)

I love that Kristen has pretty much memorized the script from What's Up Doc? - just like her mother.

I love that Kristen is very comfortable around disabled people of any age, or anyone who looks or acts a little differently than most. She is always outgoing and friendly with EVERYONE. (In spite of the fact that she made that guy cry at the post office....see story #30.)

All babies and animals love Kristen - that says something!

I love how hard Kristen works in school - her grades are very important to her.

I love that I find love notes from Kristen, as well as invoices for "the pleasure of being her mother."

I love that Kristen dances in dressing rooms when trying on new clothes. Is she testing the twirl-ability factor?

When Kristen was a toddler she was constantly asking questions. If I didn't know the answer she would say, "Well, think about it!" (This is still a family mantra.) This led to me OCCASIONALLY making up answers:

One day at the grocery store, Kristen age 3:

Kristen: Mom, what's that guy's name?

Me: I don't know him, so I don't know his name.

Kristen: Well, think about it.

Me: His name is Fred.

Kristen: (Loudly) Fred, hey Fred!

"Fred" does not respond.

Kristen: Mom? What's wrong with Fred?

She would always try to add things to the cart. When I would explain that we couldn't get that item because it wasn't on the list, she would say, "You meant to put it on the list - but you are always forgetting!"

I love that Kristen has that gift for picking great colors, fabrics and designs.


I love Kristen's incredibly nimble fingers that enable her to create beautiful artwork and beautiful harp music.

I love that Kristen has the confidence to sing a solo in front of her class.


I love that Kristen understands the importance of stylish shoes.

I love how important following Jesus Christ is to Kristen.

I am so lucky to be the mother of this incredible, beautiful, talented, smart, kind person!
I meant to have all kinds of photos for this - but my scanner has decided it's not in the mood.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Positive Attitude on speed

I just finished a two day conference that incorporates a totally new approach to sales at my business. Part of the homework I had to do before the conference involved reading a book and filling out numerous worksheets to get me to the positive attitude equivalent of Jim Carrey in Yes Man. (You can see it is still a work in progress.) I had the perfect example of this attitude, however, from my fabulously precocious niece, Eva.

Eva: I'm going to be a ballerina when I grow up.

Grandma Mim: You are?

Eva: Yeah, because I'm really good at being pretty.

Don't you love that? She is really good at being pretty and is confident enough to say it.

I'm home this morning from work to do all the things I didn't get done this weekend: Laundry, cleaning, pay bills for work. But I am afraid to go back into the laundry room. The last time I was in there a chunk of floor from the bathroom above fell on my head. The remodel marches on.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Story #33 Someone's watching me?

The house destruction has begun. My cats, one in particular is have a small nervous breakdown. I think he'll survive.

In Junior High I had a great group of friends and we remained friends into high school - with one big difference - they all started to party and, being a good little mormon girl, I did not. This meant that I soon was just a school friend. No one wanted to hang out with me on the weekends - unless they needed a designated driver. (You had to be drunk to be grateful for a ride in Fred the Ford - our mighty Pinto station wagon.)

One day, my junior year, I was feeling rather frustrated about never being able to share in the stories or laughs from the weekend. So frustrated that I actually told them I was tired of not being included. One of the girls said, "We didn't think you would want to come, since we were drinking." "Well, maybe I do want come. Maybe I don't care that you are drinking." I said this in a huff and stormed away from the cafeteria table. Jennifer, one of my girlfriends ran and caught up with me. "Wait, Michelle! You're not serious are you?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, "I'm serious - I'm tired of not seeing you guys." She grabbed my arm and told me that I was the only person in her life that had ever stuck by their beliefs. She told me she would be devastated to see that one person stop practicing what they preached. She gave me a big hug and made me promise that I would never turn away from my beliefs.

I never knew anyone was noticing - let alone cared. It was a truly life changing moment.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Never ending sorting

My house is like a disaster...no...wait....My house is like an onion. A giant onion and under each layer is a rapidly procreating community of random crap. And in each one of these communities is a pair of nail clippers. Yep, nail clippers. Yesterday, in my never ending sorting I kept finding nail clippers. 5 in total last night...one more today. I don't understand where all of these nail clippers keep coming from, because we have a pair in each bathroom. Yet behind the love seat, in a random box, under my sewing table, pretty much each new corner contained nail clippers. I just think that's strange. Couldn't I keep finding money instead?

It reminds me of our wedding gifts. We received over a dozen electric can openers. This was great fun for a number of reasons. First, we had not registered for an electric can opener...anywhere. Second, I have a weird dislike of electric can openers. I can't explain why - but on the annoyance scale they are at the fingernails down a chalkboard level. (Just one more strange quirk!) We also received dozens of hideous...I mean hideous picture frames, several of them containing our wedding announcement. I don't get that. I mean, I already had a copy. Can you imagine if you gave someone a book or say, a new frying pan and the following Christmas they gave it back to you nicely framed? Or, if you framed a note someone sent you and gave it to them for their birthday? Actually, the idea of that has me laughing so hard that I am weeping. (FYI -We did not receive any plates, flatware, towels or pans.)