Saturday, August 30, 2008


I have this "friend" who put her big fat foot in her mouth last night while at dinner for her brothers 40th birthday and this "friend" still has the icky feeling in the pit of her stomach and keeps reliving the moment over and over in her head. This "friend" also wishes that her mouth had a back space button. I'm just saying....

So last night, my brother...oh I mean HER brother was reading a card from her Mother that said something mooshy about how happy she is to have him here. (Back story: he was diagnosed with lymphoma about 4 years ago and wasn't expected to live this long but thankfully he has.) And she said in a somewhat flippant voice "Hope to see you next year." then laughed. Then a microsecond later realized what I said..Oh I mean what SHE said and wanted to hide under her chair. It's one of those moments that you relive over and over and it never gets better. My mouth needs an edit button! I mean I really do hope to see him next year and the year after that and the year after that, I love him and hope he does live a long life and I do take his cancer and his life serious but I think my discomfort with serious stuff makes me say inapporpriate things and then I come on my blog and tell everyone what I say..OH I mean what SHE says *nervous laugh*. sigh

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Happy Birthday

AUNT CARRIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We Love you because

You live across the street from us.
You like us.
You love frogs.
You have the best dogs EVER.
Your the craftiest person I know.
You make the best pancakes in the whole wide world.
Your so smart.
Your going to teach me how to knit.
You listen to me gripe, cry, whine, joke and make fun.
Your a good cook and we get to partake of your yummy cooking.
Your an awesome "mom" to my kids and one day will be an awesome mom to your own kids.

We love and wish you a very Happy Birthday!

Cristin, Jackson, Sara, Emily, Bub and Larry


Last night my friend Carrie agreed to FINALLY read the first book in the Twilight series! Yay! I know for a fact that she will be one of those Jacob lovers. I'm starting to see team Edward dwindle's sad...oh so sad. Anyway, we were outside talking, I handed Carrie the first book, Hyrum, who was running around, came up to Carrie, pointed to the book and said "Mommy's". I don't know if I should be proud or embarassed that my 3 year old is aware of my obsession with these books. He is a smarty though, every time he see's plaid shorts he points to them and says "Daddy's". haha

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Holy Cow!

I'm long winded tonight. (see blog below)

DMV and memories

Last week while I was checking out at Old Navy, the cute as a button 16 year old checkout girl informed me that my drivers license was expired. I faked surprise, though I'm pretty sure I didn't convince her of my ignorance...I'm not a good liar. My license expired in May but it wasn't until June that I realized that I missed the date and since it's me, I put it off even longer because I suffer from this thing called procrastination. Sadly, it pretty much effects everyone I'm in contact with...or not in contact with. Sorry Amy. Well today I FINALLY decided that I probably shouldn't keep driving with an expired license especially since I'm such an awful liar that if I ever get pulled over I wouldn't be able to talk my way out of a ticket or what ever happens to people who drive with an expired license. Hmm I should have checked that out, maybe it would have motivated me to get it done sooner. Oh well. If I had known that it would have taken me less than a half hour I wouldn't have put off for so long...or maybe not. Though I kind have wished I would have put it off a couple more days only because I woke up with 2 zits on my face so for the next 8 years I'm gonna have proof that on August 26, 2008 I had 2 big zits on my face.

Anyway, while I was waiting for my number to be called I noticed this cute girl who was all smiles and could barely sit in her chair. She had just come in from taking the driving test and had passed with flying colors. She was glowing and her mother started asking her how she was going to pay for her insurance. Seriously, what a downer, her mother couldn't wait a day to bring that up??? Anyway,as always, I started thinking (this happens alot, I'm a big time thinker) about when I first got my drivers permit. So then I thought that maybe I would share it with you. Your skip it. It's really for my own amusement.

I'm calling this story THE SECOND BEST DAY

The second best day of any teenagers life (or just mine) is the day you go and get your drivers permit. The first best day being the day I actually got my drivers license. Because of the kiss/lick experience, driving had to be at the top of the list. I had been counting down the days till I could have the 2nd best day of my teenage life. The days seem to drag on and on the closer the time got. In our little school, we didn't have drivers ed, instead we read the states driver's manual then took the written test in either Caliente or Pioche. Neither of these towns had a DMV but once a month 2 drivers test people would come to town, if I remember correctly, it was one day in Caliente and 1 day in Pioche.

Now being a teenager, I didn't give much thought to the fact that I would actually NEED to read this book. I mean, how many driving rules could there be? It wasn't until I heard that someone had flunked the written test, did I start to worry. This of course was the day before the big test. Luckily, my best friend Krysten, let me borrow her book which happened to be the first time I realized that there's a lot of driving rules. I wouldn't normally know this because our little town consisted of some stop signs and a blinking light in front of the post office/volunteer fire department building. It was also then that I realized that maybe I should have spent some time actually reading this book, I'm blaming my ignornace on being a teenager if that's ok.

Now because I lived in a small town, EVERYONE knew I was going to go take the test for my permit. Older more experience teens would give me all kinds of advice and warnings.

Warning 1: Pray you don't get the green folder. When you go take the test, you are handed a colored folder and each folder consists of a slightly different test. It was known throughout the school that you DON'T want the green folder, it's supposed to be the hardest.

Warning 2: The driver test people aren't friendly, don't upset them. Now I'm sure this had something to do with the fact that they were stuck in small town Nevada for 2 days giving driving tests to kids that have been driving since there legs were long enought to touch the peddles, this is a big time farming community.

Warning 3: You miss more than 15 and you flunk!

The day came, November 22, 1989. Mom picked me up from school at 9 AM so I could study for a little bit before taking the test. At 10AM Cathe, Mom and I drove to Pioche to the courthouse, which is where I had to take the test. I walked into the small court room, gave my information to one of the drivers test people. Neither smiled. Next to the male driver test person was a stack of folders. I saw the infamous green folder, but gave a sigh of relief that it wasn't the top folder. I was positive that he would just pick up the next folder and hand it to me. The man picked up the stack and kind of flipped through them and pulled out THE green folder! I'm quite sure he could smell my fear as he handed me the folder. I thought I might have even seen a bit of a smirk on his face. How did he know??? I could feel my forehad getting sweaty and the fact that I was taking a test, any test made my pits sweaty.

I grabbed the folder walked to the chairs that were designated as the "Test Seating". Because it was a court room, the seats were actually in the jurors stand. I sat down and tried not to cry. I was so afraid of what people would think if I flunked my test because it would be impossible to keep it a secret. I had left telling all my friends where I was going and all the High School office staff had wished me luck before leaving. The pressure not to humilate myself and the fact that I was now holding the infamous green folder was almost too much for me.

I opened the folder, read the first question..."YAY, I know this one, I know this one!" I whispered to myself. I was now positive that the infamous green folder was just someone's cruel joke. As I went from one question to the next, they seemed to get harder and my ability to understand the questions was becoming more difficult. "Oh no no no no! Please don't let me flunk!" My pits were gushing, I'm sure anyone who looked at me could see the fear and anxiety in my face. I tried to calm myself as much as possible. Finally, I finished the test. I slammed the folder closed while cursing it all the way back to the mean looking driver test giver.

He grabbed the folder from, I asked if I should sit down while he grades it, it was actually more of a plea but he told me to stay where I was and that he would mark it right there. I tried to keep up with the little red marks but he was grading so quickly that I couldn't keep up. Finally I had to turn my head, I couldn't face the man that was about to flunk me. I kept chanting to myself "please don't fail, please don't fail, please don't fail". I looked back just as his head was lifting. he looked at me, smirked and said "You missed 15, you passed."

The joy i felt was more than I could contain. I think I was more happy that I passed so I wouldn't have to tell people I flunked then the fact that I was now able to drive with an adult in the vehicle.

Mom let me drive our little stick shift Hyundai back to the school. The office staff were there to congratulate me and Mr Bleak, the principle was kind enough to tease me about the safety of Panaca roads now that I was driving. The secretary sent me off to class but not before Mr. Bleak got over the intercom to announce to my class that I had passed my drivers permit test. I was embarrassed to have all this attention but not even that could keep me from my driving high. I had to show everyone my new permit, unfortunately, I didn't think about the fact that I would be having my picture taken so the picture...well, it wasn't cute. After class I found my friends who helped me truly rejoice in the fact that I was now legally able to drive.

Monday, August 25, 2008

WARNING: I'm talking about Breaking Dawn

I don't know how it was possible but I forgot to share my SMART REMARKS about BREAKING DAWN. I've been dying to discuss it and.... I should be kicked out of the I love Edward Club.

But here it is, all that you've been waiting for. I'll start with my Negative Nancy comments and move to my Positive Patty comments, since I really do like the book, more now then when I first read it.

1.Though there are lots of parts with Edward, I was kind of sad that it wasn't as pronounced.

2. Ok, I really didn't like that she got least at first. Call me a party pooper but in my mind, pregnancy and kids aren't really romantic but then again when I think of pregnancy I think 24/7 nausea, uber emotional, bad skin, feeling and being fat, and being clumsy. I also felt bad for Renesme because of being half vamp and human, it wouldn't be an easy life for her and I was concerened about her and her future but of course my BFF, Steph, cleared that up. I was also feeling like she was no longer making as big of a sacrafice. I know physically she was but I liked the conflict of having to decide what she can have and can't have by becoming a vampire. Even still having her dad in her life annoyed me at first. But of course when I was done, I was glad it was a nice sweet end to the story but I still think it was too easy for her.

3. At the end, I was kind of hoping for another big fight. It was a good ending that left it open, but still...

4. When I realized that Jacob had imprinted on Renesme, I kept flashing back to the kiss on the mountain with Jacob and his future mother-in-law... ewwwwwwwww *whole body shiver* Thanks for ruining that kiss Stephanie! Then it would move to the idea of him imprinting on a baby...ewww. I know it wasn't a romantic thing but still...ewwww

5. What the heck is up with the worst name ever. Renesme??? what??? why??? ewwww! It's almost as bad as Wanda. There had to be a better name then that.

The things I liked most:

1. There honeymoon was HOT. I want a private island named after me where I can be without kids. I think I'm gonna put that on my wish list.

2. Bella and Edward are HOT. There love life...need I say more?

3. I liked that Jacob got a big part of the story and you can read what was going on in his mind, I didn't expect that and I liked it.

4. I was very curious about the other vegetarians and I'm glad we got to meet them.

5. I thought Bellas powers were AWESOME and it was fun to read how she changed. I liked seeing her confident and strong and less whiney...I don't know if that's the right word but she seemed less teenagerish and more grown up.

Over all I loved it, and I love Stephenie for writing it. Thanks Steph, my BFF! Now I must get it back from my neighbor so I can read it again...and again...and maybe again..

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


I'm never ever ever ever EVER taking Sara clothes shopping again...EVER! ...ugh

Today, I thought it would be fun for me to take the girls to lunch and then clothes shopping. Who doesn't like clothes shopping? You know...besides me? Well...I found out Sara doesn't. She likes it in theory but when we're actually in the store looking at clothes in her size that I think she might like, I get no response. I think giving myself a root canal would have been easier than to get her to pick out clothes that she likes. Our conversation the whole 3 hours:

me: What do you think of this
Sara: (blank stare)...(looks at shirt)...(looks at me)...(kind of gives me a smirk)...(walks away)
me: is that a yes or a no?
Sara: (blank stare)
me: so no?

repeat for 3 hours

Me and Emily:

The first store we went to didn't have anything in her size. I told her this while walking in and as you will see...:

Me: (making choking motions behind Sara's back)
Emily: Mom..Mom...Mom
Me: what Emily (cause if I don't say her name she won't believe that I'm talking to her)
Emily: Mom...Mom...Mom
Me: what Emily (cause she still doesn't believe that I'm paying attention to her)
Emily: Does this fit me?
Me: No honey, remember I said that this story doesn't have your size?
Emily: So does this fit me?
Me: no
Emily: (picking up shirt right next to the first) Does this fit me?
Me: no, nothing in this story is going to fit you.
Emily: so this doesn't fit me?
Me: no
Emily: (picking up pants that were next to the shirts) Does this fit me?
Me: no honey, remember I just said that NOTHING in this store is going to fit you but don't worry the next store will have clothes for you.
Emily: so does this fit me?
Me: (hearing the crack of my last nerve breaking) NO! (said a little too loud which made the other mothers a little bit uncomfortable)
Emily: (picking up a skirt) Does this fit me?
Me: (wondering how much trouble I'd be in if I just "accidentally" left her at the store)

I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE my girls, I truly do but no way am I doing this again. I wonder what age is a good age to just give them money and let them torture themselves while picking out clothes.

Sadly, me telling LM about Sara not liking clothe shopping made him very happy. His plan to geekify her is working...soon...she'll be lost to the geek side forever.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


I took Jackson to the Junior High today to register, practice opening the lock on his locker and to check things out. While we were walking out, I realized for the first time that I now have a child old enough for Junior High. When did this happen????? I remember being in Junior High and thinking my parents were old (sorry mom)....I'm too young for this.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Cristin, Christian, Christine, Christy, Crissy.....

Yesterday while I was shopping at Walmart (yeah I know, it's not my favorite place either but it didn't smell like farts and the cashier spoke english, it was a pretty good Walmart know...comparatively speaking), I get a call from a woman from Oregon Virtual Academy (I'm trying to get Sara in). Now normally I don't answer my phone because of my phone phobia. I think it was all that time I spent on the phone with insurance companies when I worked for a doctor and the time I spent on the phone getting pricing for a buyer I used to assist. Anyway, I no longer can stand being on the phone for any extended period of time or answer the phone . Well, I was expecting this call, so I answered.

Me: Hello?
Her: Hi, may I speak with Cristin?
Me: This is she.
Her: Did I say your name right?
Me: ...uh..what?
Her: Did I pronounce your name correctly?

By now, I'm pretty sure that she thinks that there is something mentally wrong with me and wondering to herself if she can trust me to teach my daughter.

You see, I normally don't even pay attention to the way people pronounce my name, especially if I know that I'm not going to be talking to them often or having any sort of relationship. My name and the many pronunciations are now like background noise, I just expect them to mispronounce and add letters where there are no letters. Maybe it's laziness but I get bored with pronouncing my name, I always give extra effort saying "Cris TIN" like it's two words giving extra emphasis on the TIN part so people can hear that there is no INE or IAN but without fail I still get fact my own nephew calls me Aunt Christian ..... I love you Sam.

While on the phone, my mind started to wonder to the first time I realized that my name might be difficult for others to say or get right. Hopefully, I didn't miss anything the woman was saying...

I was 7 years old, we were living in Alpine, Utah in the house with a gigantic apple tree that turned into the Poltergeist tree at night. If you don't know what I'm talking about don't go rent Poltergeist, you'll never look at a tree the same way again or clowns (whole body shiver).

Anyway, every school day I would walk to my best friend Heather's house to pick her up so we could walk to school together and EVERY morning they were running late. I'd knock, her mother would let me in and tell me to take a seat while she finished braiding Heathers hair the same way she braided it every day. While I sat there thinking about if Heather ever wanted to do something different with her hair, her mother would say "How are you this morning Christian?" and every morning I would say my name giving extra emphasis on the Cris TIN part. I guess I said it one to many times because this particular morning she stopped braiding, looked at me with a stern look and with an annoyed voice said, "I'm just going to call you Christian." I just sat there, not sure what to say, I know I blushed, looked at my feet and never again tried to correct her.

I don't mind if someone takes it upon themselves to shorten my name, I don't mind Cris or even Tin but for heaven sake don't call me Christy or Crissy. Cathe is the ONLY person in the universe that is allowed to call me Crissy. I mean it!

At H's wedding, I was sitting at a table with a woman from church on one side and H's grandmother on the other side.
I turned to H's grandmother and said:
Me: "Hi, I'm Cristin" giving emphasis to the TIN part and telling her how I know H.
Woman from church: "But we just call her Christy."
Me: (stunned silence)......
Me: "But you can call me Cristin" giving extra emphasis to the TIN part.

I've known this woman from church for about 6 years, I think the world of her but I'm amazed at her inability to get my name right. I normally just let it go but there was no way that I was going to let her go around spreading the word that it was ok for people to call me Christy....UGH. No offense to the Christy's out there but that name is sooooooooo not me.

Soooo, I don't know why I'm bringing it up except that it was on my mind this morning...still. At least you get hear what goes on in my head when someone is talking to me on the phone.....

Monday, August 11, 2008


clean pile
dirty pile minus 2 that are in the machine

Is it just me or does anyone else get to the point where there's more clothes out of the closets and drawers than inside? Or that their dirty piles are so big that they don't fit in the actual laundry room? Or that you feel like running away forever whenever you see your hallway lined with piles of dirty clothes, towels, sheets, blankets and sometimes a sleepy kid that grosses you out by wanting to sleep on the pile of dirty clothes?


that's just me?

thought so....

Anyone up for folding clothes? neither.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

I hate to self diagnose but I think

I have the Case of the Mondays, except it's Saturday, in fact I'm having it everyday. What is that called? Pity party maybe? Don't read on if you don't want to hear how annoying and self centered I've been lately, that all I think about is myself and how I'M feeling.

I've been stressing myself out lately by watching LM stress out about his job contract and how it's going to end soon. Not as soon as was originally planned, it was going to end this coming week but instead they moved the end to October which just feels like delayed doom, just a few more months of constant stress of trying to find another job to take it's place and so far nothing has come up and it makes me want to cry cause I can't stand seeing LM stressed. SOMEONE GIVE THE MAN A JOB THAT PAYS WELL AND HAS INSURANCE SO I CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!

Did you hear that God? I was talking more to you than anyone.

I've been drinking enormous amounts of diet Pepsi and more than my share of chocolate to comfort myself but it doesn't comfort, instead it makes my clothes tight(er) which delves me deeper in self pity because I'm a big gigantic fatty lump. Doesn't that sound appetizing? UGH

I'm having a Love/Hate relationship with my house. I love that it's been there for us, it's kept us cool or warm depending. It's kept us safe and I know that this house was meant for us. BUT I hate it right now. There's so many little things and a few BIG things that need to be fixed or replaced that it makes me want to cry. Before the first job lose in January, we were on track to have enough money saved to replace the carpets and fix all the little things this summer, instead we had to live off it and now we have $5.00 in savings which makes me want to puke because we will probably still only have $5.00 in savings when October comes around. The more I dwell on all of this the more I just want to pack up my van and abandon my house and it's broken stinky couches and my lump bed and move far far away. Where? I don't know, I don't know where I'd want to move but at least I'd be free from this money sucking pit of a house.

Maybe I just need more sleep.

I know that life really isn't this bad and maybe it's just my hormones or something but today it feels like the world sucks and I'm not really the kind of person who thinks the world sucks.

OH then to top it off last night when I got on my computer to I read to catch up on world affairs or the entertainment section...whatever. I read about this guy and now I know the world is going in the toilet. I can't believe a politician had an affair! It's shocking...oh so shocking.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

It is done

and the end did not disappoint!

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Still not done

I still have a couple hundred pages to go and the book feels... kind of different from the others, but just kind of. Maybe it's just because I didn't expect the main part of the book. AHHHH Of course, I haven't wanted to stop reading it, I just needed to give my eyes a rest for a few minutes and get food and more caffeine. Someone else better start reading it SOON! I mean it! Cathe won't be able to read till Monday because of work and it's gonna be hard to wait that long to talk to someone about it.


That's all I'm gonna say..sort of. Ok I will also say that it's NOTHING that I expected and I'm only on page 245. OH MY FREAKIN GOSH! I LOVED the first part, the next part I'm not so sure about...frick on a stick...this is painful!

I have it!!!!

I just got back from Borders, they had a Breaking Dawn release party. Cathe and I are happy now and very tired. Even thought I know I'm a bit a freak about the Twilight series, I now know that I'm fairly low on the freak there are some REAL fans. It was nice to spend several hours talking with Cathe and picking up a few other books while we waited. I'll tell you more tomorrow...I mean later on today when I've had a few hours of sleep. Don't worry I won't spoil the book for you.

Friday, August 1, 2008


Today I went to H's wedding.
This is H.
I won't show myself feeling VERY sorry for myself because her getting married made me feel sort of kind of OLD. H was our babysitter, I say was because for some reason she thought she should get a "REAL" job, whatever that means, instead of babysitting my rugrats a couple times a month. whatever! I was also her Laurels Advisor...sigh back when I was pregnant with Emily.

This is K, H's younger sister
I can't begin to tell you how much I like this girl! I really do, she's cute, funny, energetic and a really good story teller. She's babysat for me too but like H, she got a "real" job. sigh

This is E, she is H's youngest sister.
E is the biggest sweetheart in the world...she really is. I taught her in primary before she had braces, even before she was reading. NOW, she's 13 years old. WHAT THE FRICK! cry...sigh...cry some more. Does this mean I'm getting old because I don't think I am...

This is A, the only male child and believe you me, he deserves to be called a man for living with a house full of strong woman.
This picture does not do him justice, he's sooo adorable and a big sweetheart. He's leaving on his mission on Tuesday. And this is his sweet girlfriend....

I don't know why I'm putting them on my blog except that I felt so honored to be invited, it was a smallish wedding with mostly family. My absolutely most favorite part of the whole wedding was when the Bishop was saying " Do you S take H blah blah blah blah" because the whole time S was nodding his head like he just couldn't wait to say " I do." It was so cute and makes me soooo happy for H that she found someone that loves her so much that he can't wait to say "I do".

Anyway, seeing this beautiful woman get married to her sweetheart made me think of commitment and relationships. For those who don't know, I'm somewhat of a really big commitment-phobic. I always have been but there has been something that I've been thinking about recommiting too buuuuuut, I just didn't know if the time was right but watching these two really set it for me that nows the time.

BANGS. I'm not sure how I feel about them yet. I think i should have kept more layers in the back instead of the bob but luckily my hair grows at a freakishly quick rate.