That Time I Lied and Timothy Proposed

Get her to Park City. That was my job.

Their first date, nearly two years ago, had been the town lift ride in Park City and Timothy (Sometimes I call him Timmy. He loves it. But not really.) thought that would be the perfect setting for his proposal.

He and I had been working on the plan for two and a half weeks. But Frit’s a tricky one. Had I just said, “Hey, let’s go to Park City for the day,” she would’ve told me that she couldn’t, too busy, no time, Saturday’s the only day to get stuff done, blah, blah, blah. So I knew it had to be elaborate. And definitive. And requisite.

Lucky for me, I work for a travel agency. And sometimes I go to meetings where we win travel packages. And so I lied. One morning, I laid my trap. “Hey! So I have this work luncheon today and it’s supposed to be one with prize drawings. Cross your fingers I win something awesome.”

Around 2:00 p.m. I began texting her. “Ugh, this luncheon is so boring! I’m just biding my time till the drawing!” “Ooo, here we go! Wouldn’t it be awesome if I won the Delta passes?!” “Boo. We didn’t win the overnight stay at the Grand America.” “We didn’t win the Brookstone gift certificate.” And on and on. Until I texted, “Woohoo! We won a Park City weekend! We got an overnight stay at Deer Valley and lift tickets and dinner and a ride on the Alpine Coaster!” Then I told her it expired at the end of June so we’d better get planning. I even made up a little flier, complete with Park City logos and contact information to make it look legitimate. And she bought it. Hook. Line. And sinker.

Saturday rolled around and I told her we needed to leave by about 11:30/45ish. She didn’t think we needed to leave that early–that she “needed” to run some errands. And because I didn’t want her to catch on, I obliged (albeit reluctantly), and tried to keep her moving at the Wal-Mart, the bank, the Post Office. And then, just as we were about to finally hit the road, she decided she needed a smoothie. Oh, and then she needed to try on some dresses she’d bought the week before and would I help her decide which one to keep. (Oy vey!)

Poor Timmy. He had flown in that morning (he lives in Iowa), made his way to Park City, bought the lift tickets and left them at the ticket booth in my name, and was waiting, waiting, waiting (and baking in the hot sun) while I tried to get Frit out the door and while she lollygagged around.

But finally we were on the road, and finally we made it to the Park City ski lift, where I was handed the tickets I “won,” where we got in line, and where I said, “Oh maybe I should go to the bathroom first,” and where Frit got a little worried that she was wearing flip flops and maybe she should go back to the car and change into her TOMS. And as she turned around, there was Timmy–walking towards us with a bouquet of sunflowers (Frit’s favorite).

“Wait. What are you doing here?” She was completely confused, continuing to stammer about her flip flops, and “what about the overnight stay, are we just not going to do that?” and even turned to me at one point and asked, “Well, are you going to come with us?”

Yes, Frit. I’m going to come with you. I’ll just squeeze in here between the two of you. Timmy, I believe you had something you wanted to ask Frit? Don’t mind me.

When she finally got her wits about her, and stopped yammering about her flip flops, the two of them smiled for a picture, and off they went. To the tops of the mountains. Where he told her he loved her. That he wanted to be with her for forever. And would she marry him.

She said yes.

And that is the story of how I lied and Timmy proposed.

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My Heart

29 June 2013

My dearest, closest, deepest, bestest friend,

Today. How do I even begin to write all the feelings coursing through my body, heart, and mind? Today.

Today you got engaged. Today, your handsome, wonderful, kind, and caring Timothy asked you to be his for forever. And today, you said yes. And the angels rejoiced. And I couldn’t help but join in the party. Today. Today has been a wonderful, wonderful day.

In the midst of today, I found myself riffling through my files. My mementos. The papers and scraps and programs and cards and ticket stubs and newspaper clippings that document each year of my life for the last decade. And of course I couldn’t help but linger over 2004, where I found a little yellow card. The very first card you ever gave me.

It reads: Krista, Thank you for those scrum-diddily-umptious cookies! (I think there might be 2 left—and I have them under lock and key for tomorrow). :) Truly, I’m so glad you were able to come to dinner and it was so fun to chat with you after. We definitely need to do some fishing—so, whatever color that is in your planner, can we pencil it in one of these days? (Maybe a Monday about 7:00 p.m.) :) … Well. We can talk about that later. In the meantime—please know that even in your independent state :)–should you need any assistance, I’d be honored to receive a phone call. :) Truly—you’re darling and I hope you have the very best day!! :) Kim

That was exactly nine years (minus a week) ago that you wrote that card. How the time has flown. I’ve since become Kristafer. You’ve become Frit. We’ve survived flu seasons and Forgotten Carols seasons. We’ve managed all your office changes plus the loss of my job. We’ve gotten a house, painted the entire house, received a dozen new Church callings, and planted 7 years worth of gardens. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained 100 pounds. While you stayed 100 pounds. ;) We’ve been to San Diego, San Francisco, Hilton Head (x2), Fort Myers, Jackson Hole, Glacier Park, Arizona, Idaho, Denver, even Farmington! (by way of Park City, of course). You were 32 when we met. I was 25. Now we’re 40 and 34. You had four nieces and nephews. Now you have 11. I gained 2 brothers-in-law and 1.5 nieces and nephews. I had a breakdown. You stayed beside me.

You always stay beside me.

And, oh the oceans of memories. Think of it—there hasn’t been one day in the last 3,285 days that we haven’t seen one another. And even when one of us was out of town, or when I was home in Hilton Head for the summer. We still talked, multiple times a day. Three thousand, two hundred and eighty five days. It’s utterly impossible to put it into words.

Somehow, you weaseled your way past my “independent state” and into my color coded planner. And my life has never been the same. We laugh about me “burrowing” (I AM a snuggler after all). But I’m realizing you’re the one who taught me how to do it—because you burrowed yourself right into the center of my heart.

You have taught me what it is to be a friend. To love without condition. To serve without expectation. I know you’ll roll your eyes and wish you could skip this paragraph … but you are incredible. Truly. Incredible.

I know Tim thinks he’s lucky to have you. But honestly, he doesn’t even know the half of what he’s getting. To be loved by you, is one of the greatest blessings a human being can experience. He has an eternity of wonder ahead of him.

You know, I also found, taped to that little yellow card, a tattered index card. Another note from you in 2004. On one side was a “thank you for dinner.” On the other side was a quote: “… all of us are largely the products of the lives which touch upon our lives, and today I feel profoundly grateful for all who have touched mine. –President Gordon B. Hinckley”

Truer words were never spoken. And how could either of us have known what would ensue from those early moments of friendship building?

As I made my way through 2004 and into 2005, I found the letter you wrote me the night before my 26th birthday. I think it was right after my “thing” (whatever it was) with Bryce, and in the midst of a difficult time (gosh, when am I not having a difficult time?!). It’s three whole pages, typed, single-spaced, of pure Frit-love—the very best kind. In the first page, you detail where your life was at when we met, the difficulties you were going through, and the tears you cried as you left your family camping trip and drove back to Bountiful that “fateful” July Sunday when we very first met.

Oh, had we only known what Heavenly Father was orchestrating. Could we only have seen how he was bringing our little lives together. How He was guiding us to each other. That He was blessing us (ME) with the greatest friendship of all time.

“Friend” doesn’t even begin to describe you, my Frit. Truthfully, “best friend” doesn’t do you justice either. Nor does “sister” or “kindred spirit.” You. You are my heart. Yes, you are my heart.

And I love you beyond words. Here’s to another 3,285. And from the tips of my toes, from the depths of my swollen heart … congratulations. You found him.


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I Think God’s Trying to Tell Me Something …

“Take faith, Krista.”

it’s about embracing the bits that don’t make any sense. trusting that the story is in fact made by the departures and aberrations. it’s about wonder and curiosity. about moving forward and upward even if the movement is a sort of graceless thrashing about. it’s about clawing and clamoring and dirt beneath the fingernails. it’s about saying i don’t know. and i don’t know. and i don’t know, again. because one day i will. and if one believes that in the end it’ll all work out–even and most especially in the face of overwhelming doubt–than those moments of discomfort and unease and fear are made sweet and holy and wholly lovely by their impermanence.

more faith.


that’s really is the answer, isn’t it?

Meg Fee


All movement requires faith no matter how big or small it may look on the outside – whether you’re stepping into the unknown or stepping into the same thing as yesterday … Take heart, friend. The size of your faith isn’t really the point; only the size of your God.

Emily, Chatting at the Sky


26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?

28 … Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?

32 … for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.

33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself.

Matthew 6: 26-34


Oh and let’s not forget that I was asked months ago to give the lesson on this sermon by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, which I’ll be teaching this Sunday:

“… you have more faith than you think you do … this is a divine work in process, with the manifestations and blessings of it abounding in every direction, so please don’t hyperventilate if from time to time issues arise that need to be examined, understood, and resolved. They do and they will. In this Church, what we know will always trump what we do not know. And remember, in this world, everyone is to walk by faith.”


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Growing Against the Wind

It’s been particularly breezy the last couple days.

Today I was staring out my window at work, watching the wind whip a tree around. Goodness, was it bending its branches back and forth, this way and that.

And I started thinking about how the tree responded, which was this–in the midst of swirling wind, its branches, though flailing, held on to its trunk, which held on to its roots, which sunk deep in the earth.

Yes, it’s been a rough couple days to be that tree. And maybe a few branches snapped. And maybe a few leaves were blown away.

But … The tree is still standing. And it’s still a beautiful tree. And tomorrow, when the wind stops (so the weathermen predict), the tree will go back to standing straight.

Growing toward the sky.

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Pledge Mindy Gledhill and Enter to Win A Vintage Patchwork Quilt

Pledge to Mindy Gledhill’s CD campaign and enter to win a quilt I’m making from vintage bedsheets.

(Contest CLOSED. Congratulations Alisha Stamper–you won the quilt! Please email me your contact info.)

Hi friends. So if you follow me on Facebook or Instagram (We actually call it “the Iggy” at our house. Because we’re cool. You just watch. It’s going to catch on. ;), you’ve probably seen that my dear friend, the super-talented singer-songwriter Mindy Gledhill, is releasing a new album in August.

I love Mindy for so many reasons–not the least of which is that she’s funny and and unabashed and creative and interesting. I love being around her. Plus, we’re both Pisces so I feel like we “get” each other on this deep astrological plain. Oh, and here’s a fun factoid: Mindy’s first CD was actually the first project/album I ever worked on when I began my PR career nine years ago. I’m so proud of the risks she’s taken in her career. She inspires me with the way she follows her heart. She gives me courage to chase my passion.

So here’s the scoop: Mindy’s doing things a little differently with this CD release and is seeking to “fan-fund” the project. This basically means fans buy the album before it’s released, i.e. we provide the capital for the recording and release of the CD, which also allows fans (us!) a really cool opportunity to be a part of the creative process.

Now there are also other opportunities to pledge more than the minimum $10 for the digital recording, which in turn grants you extra goodies beyond the single CD … i.e. lyric sheets, your name inside the CD cover, personal phone call from Mindy to sing you to sleep, listening parties before the release date, songwriting lessons, etc. (In my humble opinion, a person should at least pledge $20 so as to get the hard copy of the CD too. The design is sure to be lovely.)

But here’s the deal, there are about 5 days left before the pledge campaign ends and she’s still 12% away from her goal. If she doesn’t hit the goal, then … no dice. I don’t want that to happen. I want her to succeed beyond her expectations. She has pinned her heart to her sleeve with this pledge campaign in much the same way she pins her heart to every lyric she writes and every note she sings. So, will you help?

If this is a CD you think you’ll end up buying eventually anyway …

If you want to support independent artists (heck yes!) …

If you need the perfect gift for an upcoming birthday, or Christmas, or Arbor Day …

If you know someone who would love, or does love, her music …

And shoot–even if you’ve never heard her before, but are wanting something new (and good!) to toss into your playlist rotation …

Would you consider buying it now so that she can reach her pledge goal?

It’s gonna be so good. I promise.

[Go here to Pledge Mindy]

And just to sweeten the pot a little more (as if getting this CD isn’t enough!) I’ve decided to give away a quilt I’m working on to one of the pledgers (pledgees?). I started taking a quilting class last year and am sewing a patchwork quilt made out of vintage sheets. It’s totally Mindy and totally rad. So go pledge (please?), then come back here and leave a comment and I’ll enter you to win. (This drawing is certainly retroactive, so if you’ve already pledged, still leave a comment.)

Thanks friends! I really like it when people’s dreams come true.

[Watch Mindy Gledhill music videos here]

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What I Need

It’s almost summertime. And actually, for all intents and purposes, it already is. I stopped at a lemonade stand today. My three rules of thumb when it comes to lemonade stands are: 1) Always stop. 2) Always pay double the asking price. 3) Never drink it.

But summer–it’s my favorite season of they year. And yet, I approach this one with a mixture of one part trepidation, two parts anticipation.

No. That’s a lie. It’s actually, quite equally, one part trepidation, one part anticipation.

I felt a whispering today, deep in my bones, that I need to make this one count. That I need to be mindful. That I need to be prayerful and careful to see and smell and taste and touch every molecule of every day. That I must savor it. So that I will always remember it.

It’s a busy one, this summer is. A very busy one. There is much to sort through and figure out and become okay with. There is much to learn and much to put into words. There are adventures to be had, memories to be made, hands to hold.

I just want it to go slow.

Please, can it go slow?

I really need it to go slow.

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To the 19-year-old me

A friend recently asked me: “If you could talk to the 19-year-old you, what would you tell her?” And I’ve not stopped thinking about it since. Here is my response …

  1. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, about the “perfect” plan you’re laying out for your life will turn out the way you’re hoping. And oh, girl–will that suck. And sometimes it will hurt–badly. BUT. It WILL be okay. I promise. In the end, your life will be more colorful than you can even imagine. You will have experiences you can’t even dream up right now. You will see things and be a part of things that will settle into your bones and propel you forward with passion. You will meet really important people, people who will change your life and come to mean the world to you. And you wouldn’t have met them if things turned out the way you wanted. Just go with it. Get mad when you need to get mad, and cry when you need to cry. We’re not really good at not getting our way, I know. And like I said, it will hurt. And sometimes it’ll be hard. But getting mad and being sad, is okay. Don’t forget that, yeah? Just … every once in a while, take step back and look at the gorgeous, interesting, successful, heartbreaking, happyful life you’ve been given because, AND ONLY because, your plan didn’t turn out. I promise. It really is better than you can plan yourself.
  2. Trust your instincts and your follow your tastes. Who cares what other people think? Learn how to be yourself sooner. I spent a long time not doing what I wanted to do and not being who I wanted to be because I was too worried about everyone else.
  3. Take “just because” classes at college. At least one a semester. There are so many things to learn and so many things that interest you. Just learn.
  5. Start a savings account. Seriously. Start. a. savings. account.
  6. Be nicer to your skin, especially the skin around your eyes. Don’t tug on it as much as you do, and don’t forget to wash your face every night, and for heaven’s sake–moisturize, moisturize, moisturize.
  7. Don’t listen to your parents. Join the Peace Corps.
  8. The heartbreak will pass. Really. It will. And actually, you’d be smarter to not fall for him in the first place. That was one of the stupidest choices I ever made. So yeah. Just don’t go there.
  9. Keep a journal. Seriously. Keep a journal.
  10. Learn how to talk to Heavenly Father. Like for real talk. Not the stupid, pointless, repetitive prayers you pray most of the time. Learn how to have an actual conversation with Him and learn how to hear Him. Listen more.
  11. Enjoy every second of that summer fling you’ll have with the Frenchman. And in fact–kiss him more than you already will. And don’t ever regret it. Don’t let yourself think that it “wasn’t the best idea.” Because you were living. Honest to goodness living. And you were experiencing all sorts of tastes and sights and sounds and feelings that will make you a richer woman in the long run.
  12. Don’t get those bright, chunky blonde highlights. Just don’t do it. It’s a horrible idea.
  13. Learn how to exercise. You have been battling your body long enough. Save yourself from another decade of war. Be better to it. Stop hating it. And love it.
  14. Read more.
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Dear Darling [17]

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. And although it’s kind of jumbled, I really need to get it out. I need you to know.

So when I was in high school, that movie Jerry Maguire came out. You know, the one with Tom Cruise and Cuba Gooding Jr.? (“Show me the money!”) Right. So you know that part when Jerry and Renee Zellweger’s character (what’s her name?) are in the elevator with the deaf couple and the she translates what the deaf guy signs to his girlfriend–“You, complete me.”

And then at the end of the movie Jerry comes to Renee’s house and delivers that speech trying to win her back and uses the same line–“You, complete me.”

Oh gosh. When I was 18, I was pretty certain I’d never heard anything more romantic. You. complete. me. How utterly dreamy. To find this person who fills in all your gaps and holes. To finally be totally put together, all your missing pieces found, because of their mere presence in your life. I mean, that’s the stuff of a true love story, right?

Well. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want that at all.

What I want, is to be complete, with or without you. I want to be wholly me whether you’re here or not. I don’t want to wait for the day when you arrive for me to finally be whole.

No. I don’t want you to complete me at all.

But I do want to be more of the complete me, because of you.

That’s all.

Love you.


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33 Things I Have Loved

My 34th birthday is on Monday. And as you might know–I really love my birthday. I’m also really loving my 30s. Now, no year has yet topped 25 (seriously great year), but by and large, my 30s are shaping up to be a fantastic decade despite a few bumps in the road at the beginning.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this last year and in the process, have found myself writing lists of 33. Here are 33 things I’ve loved (in no particular order):

  1. Coconut oil – I use it in the shower and my skin is so much more hydrated. And it’s natural! I plan to start using it in the kitchen now too.
  2. The Beginning of Better Days: Divine Instruction to Women from the Prophet Joseph Smith – SUCH a fantastic book. I’ve been taking my read-through slow and deliberate, pondering and journaling along the way.
  3. Neutrogena Norwegian Formula Hand Cream – I received this at a neighborhood “favorite things” party (everyone brings 5 things they love, you exchange with 5 other people, and go home with 5 new finds) and it has been my salvation on our extra dry, Utah winter days. It’s thick without being greasy and a little goes a LONG way.
  4. ZUMBO Kiss Shea Butter Lip Balm – My boss gave this to me for Christmas and I’m crazy about it. It’s a FAT tube, which I’d never seen in a chapstick before, but I’m now addicted to it. The size of the tube, plus the fact that it has no detergents, phosphates, chlorine, petrochemicals, dyes, and is 100% biodegradable has me sold–hook, line, and sinker.
  5. These Is My Words – BEST. BOOK. OF. 33. It was our Book Club book last August and no book has made me feel this deeply in a while. I loved it.
  6. Speaking of books. I’ve really loved my Book Club this year. The ladies in my neighborhood are so fantastic and interesting. I love to hear their opinions and spend time with them.
  7. New Girl. So if These is My Words was my best book of 33? New Girl was the best show. It’s inappropriate at times (okay, a lot) but there is no other show that makes me belly-laugh SO HARD, EVERY episode.
  8. my iPhone – I was so against jumping on the smartphone bandwagon and I took such pride in my former dumbphone. But what the heck? How did I ever live without my iPhone. I love her.
  9. Instagram – favorite social media app. Period.
  10. GotPrint.com – I use GotPrint for all my work printing needs. They’re cheap and fast and make my designs look so. dang. good.
  11. My cello – I need to find a new teacher–mine quit teaching and went back to school. So my practicing the last half of last year was pretty much non-existent. But I love that I basically know how to play the cello. Finally. Now I just need to get good.
  12. Savannah Bee Co. – Y’all, I love me some honey. I discovered Savannah Bee last summer and I use the Royal Jelly Body Butter every night on my arms and elbows (oh it smells so good) and I use the Beeswax Hand and Nail Salve every night on my hands. (Can you tell it’s been a dry year in the desert? My skin has been so chapped and cracked and flaked.)
  13. Shrimp ‘n Grits from The Backyard on Hilton Head Island – I can’t explain how much I love that food. I really can’t. It almost makes me cry; it’s so good.
  14. YouTube. Here are my favorite videos.
  15. The best pens: The Sharpie pen, fine point in black (VERY important details). It’s perfect for scripture marking (doesn’t bleed or smudge). And the Pilot G-2 .38 or the 05 (do NOT get the 07), in black, of course. Perfect for journaling and correspondence. Trust me, people. I’m an expert.
  16. My iMac at work. Oh, she’s huge and shiny and fast and has all the software I could ever need.
  17. Little Caesars – I’d like to kiss whomever invented $5 Hot-&-Ready pizza available from a drive-through window. And I’m embarrassed to admit how many times a month I swing through that drive-through. But I love it.
  18. Sally Hansen’s Diamond Strength nail polish in Heart to Heart. The stuff doesn’t chip. And it’s the perfect red.
  19. My antique silver pendent featuring a line drawing portrait of my Great-Great Grandma Rebecca. The portrait was drawn by her husband and my mother gave it to me this last year. Whenever I wear it I feel like I have my female ancestry around me, strengthening me, and helping me.
  20. Fresh tomato sammys from the garden. There are few things that feel more like summer, than picking a juicy, red tomato from the garden, slicing it up, and eating it on thick wheat bread with mayo, lettuce, and cheese. I can’t wait for summer!
  21. Sweet Tooth Fairy cupcakes. There’s a STF bake shop WAY too close to my work and I LOVE the double fudge cupcake.
  22. Bed Head by TIGI’s After Party styling cream. I don’t use a lot of hair product. Just this stuff and hairspray. It does exactly what it says it does: de-frizzes and shines.
  23. Quilt squares made by my Grandma. They’re probably 50 or 60 years old (maybe older) and I’m so thrilled to have them and finish the quilt she started so long ago.
  24. My peonies! They bloomed beautifully this second year and I can’t wait to see what they do this year.
  25. Our grill. Well, technically it’s Frit’s, but my friend Chef Whitney came to visit and taught us, finally, how to use it. We grilled a bunch this past summer/fall and I love that we girls now know how to fire it up and cook a mean steak without any help from the boys. Which is good. Because well … there are no boys.
  26. Scramble. One of the reasons I finally put my phone in the bathroom at night was because I was staying up too late playing this game. Love it.
  27. Breakfast at Finn’s. Eggs Benedict or the Norwegian Waffles. Or both if you’re feeling saucy. And don’t forget the hot chocolate. (Thank you, Frit, for introducing me.)
  28. Norwex. Cleaning rags that require no disinfectant. Seriously. Goodbye chemicals, hello really clean house. They’re miraculous.
  29. Water with lemon. Lots of lemon. Drink of choice. Love it.
  30. Early mornings. I’ve rediscovered the morning-time before the sun comes over the mountains and it makes me happy to be up and doing.
  31. Rooftop Concert Series. I love outdoor concerts in the summer and last summer’s line-up was stellar.
  32. Hulu. But I need to not love Hulu as much as I do.
  33. Meditation. Essential for peace and centeredness.

Tomorrow I want to share another list … 33 Memories. Happy Birthday to Me!


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Keeping It Real

This post is probably going to have spelling errors. And grammar errors. And punctuation errors. And there’s no pretty picture to go along with it, because this week, I’m housesitting for a friend who went to Africa with her husband. And not just housesitting … but I’m tending the 5 little people (i.e. children) who live in this house. That’s right. Five of them. Ranging in ages from 1 to 7. And can I just say:

Motherhood is not fun. THINKING about motherhood is fun. But the actual doing? Not so much. No don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I’m so happy I’m here helping my friend, “mothering” her babes. But people. This is exhausting. In a way I never could have comprehended.

Today, I had a one-year-old get progressively sicker … soupy cough and runny nose. He screamed all day. Poor pumkin. I just held him and rubbed his back and tried to do what his mom would do. All the while watching the snot pile up on my shoulder as he rubbed his head back and forth on my sweater.

Speaking of snot. I touched it today. With my bare hand. It wasn’t my snot.

I also got poop on my arm (again, not mine) when the one-year-old flipped mid-tantrum/diaper change.

The four-year-old told me he was going to make mean faces at me after I put him in time out. I told him to go ahead.

There was large amounts of noise at any given moment during the day. Granted this is probably obvious to the mothers out there. But coming from a house where two adult women live, I’m not used to or accostmed to these decibels.

It’s really just non-stop, this mothering. Like, even during naptime when you think, “maybe I’ll lie down for a minute too,” the driveway needs to be shoveled and the dishes from breakfast are in the sink, or laundry needs to be folded.

Tonight Frit came over to drop off some more movies and bring the kids some treats and I sat there like the mean old mom while she got to be the favorite aunt. And speaking of movies…I don’t know what I was thinking when I said I’d never let my kids watch TV. Flushed Away was my Savior today. The 4-year-old watched it twice today (sorry, Camille).

Then, as there was a mad dash to the bathroom for teeth brushing, the 2-year-old needed help. But the one-year-old didn’t want to be put down. But I only have so many arms. So down he went. So he screamed at the top of his lungs at my feet, snot and tears streaming down his face, while I brushed the 2-year-old.

To round out the day, I cried. Yep. It’s a well-known fact that I’m much like a one-year-old. Overly tired? I cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry.

So as we’re having family scripture study, Jesus is calming the winds and waves and I start bawling cuz I just need him to calm the children. Like now.

Finally everyone was in bed. Frit was still upstairs. Essentially, I begged her to stay because I needed to talk to someone “taller than 3 feet.” So like I said…all in bed. And I plop on the couch and I curl up beside her and put my head in her lap (like the 2-year-old did to me today) and cried and cried and cried.

Oh and I almost forgot … after everyone was down and Frit had left, I was doing the dishes and I puked. All. Over. The dishes that I’d just washed. Awesome.

So. Today? Meh. Not so hot. Although we did have some successes:

  • Three meals and all appointed snacks, on time.
  • 3 of the five were dressed NOT in pajamas.
  • I took all five to the aquarium. They loved it.
  • No spilled drinks at Cafe Rio.
  • Family scripture study!

And tomorrow. I get to do it all over again. :)

My hats go off to you moms. Especially you single moms. You are my heros.

On the plus side, I feel a lot less stressed having puked. Although I did find puke in my hair and on my sweater. (This time, it was mine.)

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What Do You Do

… When it’s 10 degrees outside and you just had to have your car towed to the repair shop because it wouldn’t start?


You curl up under a blanket and have a Doris Day marathon.


Y’all. It’s so cold

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5 Things About 2013 (so far)

Morningtime in my neck of the woods.

1. I have not drunken any soda since the New Year. And I plan to keep it that way for the rest of the year. Next week, I’m eliminating sugary baked goods. The week after that? Candy. Or vice versa. I can’t decide if I’ll miss cupcakes or those little strawberry hard candies with the soft chewy center more. Not that I’ve had either of those in a long time, but the thought of not being able to have them is a terrible predicament.

2. I decided to go full-time at work. I did this because I need health insurance. Because apparently the government has decided it can mandate whether I buy insurance or not. This pisses me off. Especially because the insurance plans available are mostly crap. You pay a lot for nothing in return. For the last 2 1/2 years, I’ve just been livin’ on a prayer, and surviving quite well actually. Luckily I like the company. And my job. And I guess the extra money won’t be so bad either.

3. Speaking of work, yesterday I walked around all. day. long. with a gigantic booger on my chest. Apparently when I blew my nose in the morning, it flew right past the Kleenex and onto my bosom, where it stayed (and hardened) until I noticed it and began to dry heave for no shorter than forty-five seconds. Which is probably what everyone else who came in contact with me yesterday did. Good grief. And I wonder why I’m still single.

4. And speaking of the government pissing me off, I sometimes, most of the time, struggle to internally reconcile all the needs/injustices/problems/causes this world has. My mind is a boggle of questions: How do I maintain political activity when it feels like it really just doesn’t matter what I think? I mean, do we really think anything can be fixed in Washington? And what about crimes against women in India (and all over the world for that matter)? And what about the starving and abandoned children in … everywhere? And what about animal cruelty? And what about the pesticides farmers use when they grow my food? And what about food dyes? And what about illiteracy?

How do you care about it all–and I mean deeply care about it all–like I do? You can’t be an activist for everything. But I want to be.

(Sorry. That one was a little heavy to come right after “booger talk.”)

5. Since the New Year, I’ve been plugging my phone in in the bathroom at night (as opposed to plugging it in right by my bed). This has significantly helped with: a) not browsing the internet, Instagram, Facebook, and Pinterest or watching Gossip Girl on Hulu, or Felicity on Netflix until 2 or 3 (or 4!) in the morning. and b) getting up on time in the morning since I can’t just reach over and snooze the alarm. Which I used to do 3 or 4 (or 5!) times/day because I was so tired from looking at my phone half the night.

Bonus 6. I’m incredibly embarrassed by the fact that I just admitted to watching Gossip Girl. It’s a horrible show. Trashy and horrible. Quick story: One time Frit woke up in the middle of the night and heard talking coming from my room. She tip-toed in, only to find me huddled under my sheets, watching said trashy horribleness and asked, “Why are you under your covers?” “Because I didn’t want you to know I was watching this!” It’s awful. It really is. I honestly can’t believe I watch it. I’m so much more intelligent than that show. Don’t judge.

Happy New Year!

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