Finding Krissi

At the bottom of this post is another YouTube video. You might say that my family and I are YouTube junkies. There is a small chance that we watch YouTube more than actual TV. Monday is here AGAIN. Funny how that happens every week. Just when I am ready to settle down and enjoy my weekend it is Monday. DRATS!! Regardless, I know that this week has some great things in store for us. Soon I'm going to get a chance to sit down and upload a picture of all our exciting weekly events. Soccer, Football, Choir, Piano Lessons and oh yeah School. Have a great week everyone..

Recently I was having a conversation with someone that I totally adore. She is one of those awesome people who think the whole world is rainbows, puppies, with just a tad of unpleasantness. Her optimism practically radiates. In the course of our conversation, she brought up the statuses that I post to my facebook. I was taken back. I thought my facebook statuses were funny. Yes, maybe a little bit snarky. However, a total reflection of who I am. A little bit snarky and little bit funny. I said, “I thought I was funny.” She said, “You are funny but you always sale yourself short. You want people to think your one way and I don’t understand why you don’t want people to see the real you.” Huh…. The real me? The conversation continued and when I went home I logged on to my facebook and read my recent facebook statuses. Maybe, they are bit snarky but that was how I was feeling. She didn’t know what she was talking about. That is totally who I am! Right? But… For the ne...

I had a training meeting at work last week. They shared some great inspirational videos. I tracked a few of them down and thought I would share with you. Do you feel like changing the world? How about having a little fun? How about now? Just because this is where I'm at right now.

My oldest daughter has very cool hair. It is very, very curly. I’m talking tight, spiral, curly, curls. Back in the eighties we use to pay a lot of money to have her hair. Giant rod, perm curls and the end result was still not as cool as S.’s hair naturally. Whenever, we go anywhere people comment on her hair. They always say the same two things. “I love your hair!” Followed with, “You probably hate your hair and wish it was straight” S. always says the same thing. Nope, I love my hair, why would I want it straight? She is truthfully baffled, she has asked me in the past. “I don’t have straight hair, I have curly hair, why would I want something I can’t have?” I have tried to explain to her that a lot of people want what they can’t have. “But why?” she will ask. It is an excellent question and one I still have been unable to explain to her understanding. Why do we want what we can’t have? Why can’t we be happy with what we have been given? S.’s hair is unique. It really ...

The last few weeks have been such a mix of highs and lows. On one hand some really great and wonderful things have happened. On the other hand I have been dealing with a declining and worsening situation. I’m left feeling a little wrung out. One major issue I have tried to address on this blog is “Who the heck am I?” My children are shooting up like weeds and no attempts to slow them down works. Believe me I have tried. I miss my babies. This growing up business, in my ever to be humble opinion, SUCKS! With each passing day I feel that it is important that I figure out who I am. One day these beautiful people I’m raising are going to move on. Then what? Yes, I’m being a bit dramatic… I believe that we have already established that I am a bit dramatic… So I’m here figuring out who Krissi is when she isn’t the mom. Any ideas? Seriously an idea or two would be awesome! Okay, so maybe I have figured out a thing or two like be positive and laugh. Laugh a lot. It’s good exerc...

My life loosely resembles a tornado. One of those things that sucks up everything in its path and manages to distribute objects here and there and back again. The objects being distributed are children. When I remember, I get them back again. If I try to keep track of a whole week at a time, I give up in frustration. So the new motto is survive one day at a time and record everything on the calendar. If something happens to my calendar... well... Let's just say I will be up a creek with a leaky boat and without a paddle. It is all crazy chaotic and a bit of fun. Yes, all of this insanity is fun.   In the mornings, we try to get a few things done, and at 7:45 am you will hear A. practicing his Bass, Al. practicing the piano, and H. reading aloud. My life is a parody of a busy family. Every time, Brent and I proclaim,   This is it!   Enough is Enough!   No More!   One of the evil little monsters blinks his or her big brown eyes and we go down like the Titanic...

Rule #2 "Count Your Blessings" This is the second of 30 post about my journey to a more optimistic me. The pessimistic me has pointed out that at this rate I will never make it to 30. However, I am no longer listening to the pessimistic me so I will get there when I get there. All though I have to admit that the pessimistic me is very loud! As I was thinking about ways to be more optimistic I had a Homer Simpson "D'Oh" moment. "Count your blessings." One of my favorite Church hymns is "Count Your Blessings." It is one of those great hymns that makes you want to stand up and sing loud. Ironically, even as I have sang the words I didn't pay attention to the message. "Count your many blessings, name them one by one Count your blessings, see what God hath done.' When I participated in the 100 mile bike ride I spent many miles repeating in my head all of my blessings. Whenever the ride started to get hard I would just r...

Rule #1: It’s Not All about ME! Hello, Yesterday, started out great. I was full of excitement and came up with at least ten ideas on how to improve my pessimistic ways. Then it, “All Went to Hell in Hand basket.” I’m not gong to get into the whys and how comes because that seems to me I would be dwelling. Which I believe is not a very optimistic practice. At nine last night I sat in my dark office, moody, teary eyed and just in a big ole funk. Phooey on optimism, I thought. I picked up the phone to return a phone call. A friend came on the line and we had a quick conversation while I answered a question. Right before I said good bye I remembered that her birthday was on Friday and that her husband had just left town for a month. I quickly asked her if they had a chance to celebrate her 40th birthday before he left. From previous discussions I knew she wasn’t that excited about turning 40, and I know that she has one of those awesome hubbies who totally adores her, so I w...

Good Morning, I hope that everyone had a great Labor Day weekend. The weather here in Utah is helping to remind me that summer is rapidly coming to an end. (Big Sigh) We had a fairly kick back weekend. I finally had the opportunity to jump in and get some chores done that really NEEDED to be done. Including, cleaning out the office. It is embarrassing how many bags of trash we emptied out of this place. I want to know where it all comes from. Paper, paper, paper! I swear I had a small rainforest in my office. As I was cleaning I came across a folder that I had stashed a few quotes. As I flipped through the folder I found the following quote. “I am responsible for how I feel, and what I do. No other person can make me feel anything. If I am having a bad day I am the one who allowed it to be that way. If I have a great day, then I am the one who deserves the credit for being positive. It is not the responsibility of other people to change so I can feel better. I am the one...