My Interview

Brooks got interviewed and now she's interviewing me! Here are her six questions and my answers. If you want to play, follow the directions at the bottom and leave a comment.

1. How did you and your husband wind up living in Livingston, Montana?

Well, it’s pretty simple, really. This is his hometown, and we got engaged up on a mountain near here. We both love it but (you may have heard) there are no jobs in Montana, so we never thought of living here.

But then there was 9/11, the birth of our first daughter, and Rich’s subsequent lay-off during my maternity leave. And then there was me not being able (emotionally/spiritually) to leave my baby to go back to work and Rich taking a job with a company that went under 8 months later. Not a good year for us on the financial front. After the second job disaster we knew we had to do something permanent and we prayed for a true, lasting opportunity. Rich’s parents called from here begging for help at the Insurance Agency they opened 25 years ago, and we came. Rich got his license (he has a degree in International Business from BYUH, but had been working as a professional Photographer and designer) and we moved to Livingston in October 2002.

We lived above a dental office on Main Street until July 22nd, when we moved into a sweet little house we built ourselves, so I guess we are staying. Y’all plan a Yellowstone Adventure and come see us!

2. Name your top 10 favorite albums from high school (they don't have to be in order, just whatever 10 albums you think were the best)

Oh, man. I’m thinking hard. In no particular order…

The Dream Academy- The Dream Academy
Listen Like Thieves and Kick -INXS
Document- REM
In My Tribe & Blind Man’s Zoo- 10,000 Maniacs
Head on the Door- The Cure
The Queen is Dead—The Smiths
The Joshua Tree- U2
Shelter- Lone Justice
Blood and Chocolate-Elvis Costello
The Pretty in Pink Soundtrack

…okay, that’s 12, but it’s all good.

3. What are your hopes for your daughters as they grow up?

What a loaded question, Brooks! That Rod Stewart song, Forever Young, always comes into my head when I think of them. I am trying to put it succinctly, because my heart is full of a million little prayers for them.

First of all, I hope they feel loved and secure.

I hope they can come to an understanding of their own relation ship to God, Jesus Christ, and this world—an understanding that gives them hope, confidence, and love in their hearts.

I hope they grow a keen sense of right and wrong, of decency, and of empathy. I know that a lot of empathy comes from one’s own hurts, but I hope they only ever hurt enough to learn empathy, but not enough to be bitter or scarred.

I hope they will be full of love—love for themselves, love for us, love for others—and that they are moved to help when they see a need and share what ever they can.

I hope they really come to know and love themselves, and that they can live out their lives doing things that they are good at and that they enjoy. This of course requires an education and lots of opportunities to figure out what they love and are good at.

I hope they will live with integrity—I hope they decide what they really believe in and then have the moral courage to live it with passion, what ever it is.

I hope each of them meets and marries someone who loves, adores, and serves them as much Richard does me. When all is said and done, our marriage is/will be the crowning achievement of my life.

4. How strictly do you follow the rules of Mormonism that have to do with diet? Do you drink caffeine?

Well, the “Word of Wisdom” as it’s called, has really been a blessing in my life. It basically prescribes abstinence from alcohol, tobacco, coffee, and tea (herbal is ok) and moderation in all other things (very little meat, etc). I suppose the fact that I am overweight is evidence that I am not following the spirit of the law (moderation), but I fully adhere to the abstaining parts. I do drink caffeine when I feel like it—hot cocoa & Diet Coke—but I try to be reasonable and not do it often enough to be addicted. Caffeine Free Diet Coke with cherry syrup in it is one of my favorite things, but sometimes I am in the mood for an icy Coke, straight up, and I drink that, too.

So I am on the “Molly Mormon” side of the spectrum, but there are Mormons who interpret the law even more strictly, avoiding any form of caffeine (oh, no---do NOT take away my chocolate, people!) or not eating meat. I do firmly believe the body is a gift to be respected and maintained as such.

5. What is your favorite John Hughes movie and why?

Oh, jeez…this is hard. The Breakfast Club is so very timeless and probably the best movie for that reason, but I get torn between Sixteen Candles and Pretty In Pink for my personal favorite. I saw Sixteen Candles on my thirteenth birthday and it was monumental for me—it still just kills me. I must have seen PIP 20 times at the dollar movies in the summer between 9th and 10th grades. It’s so great, and I love the soundtrack, but 20 years later (maybe I am a crotchety old lady) but it gets a little pouty and dramatic at times. So I guess my vote is for Sixteen Candles.

6. What are you currently reading?

Besides the Care Bears Bedtime Treasury? Not much. The Book of Mormon, as usual. I am skimming through The Seduction of Hillary Rodham, waiting for more Nick Hornby to come in at the Livingston Public Library. I read A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius in June and it was a fun read, but kind of overrated. And too many F-bombs for me.

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Two Little Mermaids

This is what happens when BOTH girls want to sing with their ears under water! Ahhh, the Saturday night bath is so fun...

Funny Addie

Here is an older picture of Addie (before The Haircut)--taken in June at about 6:30am. I got home from the gym and she was awake, so we made pancakes. The one she is holding was supposed to be an "A".

Saturday night (8/6) I was having a mommy time out upstairs while Rich watched the girls downstairs--just finishing up my YW lesson for Sunday, bathing, trimming my nails, etc. Well, I was reading in the tub when Addie barged into the bathroom, breathless from runnung upstairs.

"Hi, Mama."
"Um, hi, Addie...what are you doing" (she has her arms up to the elbows in the bath water)
"Nothing (she starts taking off her pajamas)...I'm taking a bath with you."
"No, honey, you had a bath earlier and now you are supposed to be going to bed downstairs with Daddy."
"I don't like Daddy." (yeah, right--she's the biggest Daddy's girl EVER)
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Cuz he's Heidi's Daddy, too."

Uh, hello sibling rivalry! She said that totally deadpan and meant it. A minute later, Rich came in to get her and said, "That doesn't look like going potty to me!" She told him he's not her dad and he laughed and took her downstairs with out much of a fight.

Kids are hilarious. I don't know WHAT we'll do if we have a third girl. They are so competitive and emotional (but really, really cute and funny). I guess we'll just have to keep our sense of humor!

My Mini Me

Rich snapped this picture of Heidi the other day, no doubt updating her blog and checking her stocks. She's definitely my daughter!
Heidi's other love besides the computer is water (just like her mom). She has discovered the fun of lying down in the tub and singing to herself while her ears are under water. It's pretty cute.

Get the Boyfriends Straight

My sister Laura emailed me, trying to get my old BFs straight, so here are some pix I just happen to have found this week while unpacking. This first one is Robert, aka Rabbit--that's what Larkin called him because Robert and I used to babysit Larkin and Candace all the time and Larkin loved Robert. I met him in PE class at Rincon, even though he went to UHS. I would run laps behind him, thinking he was so cute behind his big ol' glasses, but SOOOO shy, plus, I was still kinda with A1 at the time. But when A1 moved to Tempe and I got over it, Robert was there to rock my junior year.


The following picture is of B (who was my boyfriend for a while in 9th grade, whatever that means in 9th grade), A1, and Andy--they were all SK8 friends and I loved 'em all. Of course the best part of this picture is (a) the kitchen wallpaper and the yellow phone and (b) my brother MATT--yes, that's little 6-year-old MATT crashing another one of my parties!












This last picture is of Robert, my little sis Laura, Robert's friend Wade, and my other sis, Lisa, at a stake dance in 1989. I will comment later on the wealth of 80s fashion information one can glean from this photo, but for now, Laura, this should help you. My apologies to whomever this post happens to embarass.

Another Memory Dump

Okay, so while we were talking about teenage bliss (which I will admit I got at least my fair share of---man, I knew a lot of nice boys), I have to tell you about this thing that happened a couple of months ago while I was painting trim in my new house. I was listening to our local am station (shout out to KPRK)--small stations rock cuz they can play what they want and it's always a weird mix. Anyway, so I am painting and they play, "Your Wildest Dreams" by the Moody Blues.

Now, I used to LOVE this song and the video, too. I distinctly remember watching it with Susan, being drunk on Jack in the Box Tacos and Coca-Cola, simultaneously bawling because my destiny was moving 100 miles away and also marveling at the cool modness of the video because we were having a serious late-60's fashion phase (watching Gidget and The Monkees every single stinking day not just for entertainment but for retro fashion ideas, too, from which we could style some original outfit for the Saturday Night Stake Dance).

Anyway, this song was one of THOSE songs for the boy we'll call A1 (my destiny-moving-away) and I because we were preoccupied with reuniting and staying together and stuff like that, since the cruel adult world had split us asunder and yadda, yadda, yadda. Other favorites in this genre were "Edge of Forever" by the Dream Academy and "Wouldn't It Be Nice?" by the Beach Boys. One time when I was visiting him in Tempe, we were laying in the grass (I mean LAYING--on our backs, watching stars, top of my head to the top of his) and he told me this long, detailed story of how we were going to go on our merry way, but that we would always meet again--like he'd just turn up in one of my college classes or I'd see him in 10 years at a big party or dance with mutual friends and from across a crowded room, our 10th grade passion would be reignited with a glance (...I know! Are you SICK yet? We were like this all the time--too much Shakespeare combined with John Hughes films). We seriously used to wonder what it would be like when we were 40 (--elderly). I wondered if it would be like the Moody Blues video.

Of course we are out of touch, both happily married with families and jobs and lives and there will be no reunion or sparks or Moody Blues videos. But I hadn't heard that song in probably 10 or 15 years, so when I did, the memories just dumped.

The line, "Once beneath the stars/ the universe was ours/ Love was all we knew/ and all I knew was you" really stood out to me as I stood there painting in summer 2005. There I was in a moment I had imagined at 15, flashing back vivdly to the precise moment when I had been looking ahead. I knew I would remember that night on the grass looking at the stars, completely and totally in innocent love for the very first--but surely not the last-- time, trying to convince ourselves it was forever. Well, the memory is. The love is. The relationship was not, but it did its job, served its purpose, and man, I was lucky.

Seventh Dream of Teenage Heaven

I just left the following comment on Mollie's blog, in response to a movie quote quiz (she asked what movie and character said this:" you killed my father; prepare to die"--she didn't realize that at BYU, The Princess Bride is like Rocky Horror in other towns--people go see it on a regualr basis at the campus theatre and say all the lines and throw peanuts when Fezzik says, "Anybody wanna peanut?") Here's my comment:

I didn't officially date until I was 16 in 1987, and guess what my first official date was? Yep, the premier of The Princess Bride! And guess who took me? The boy a year older (Robert) whom I had written crushingly about in my journal every day of the previous school year (when he didn't even know my name!) After the movie we got ice cream and went to the end of a dance at my church where they played U2's "Running to Stand Still" as the last song and he sang in my ear as we slow-danced in the church gym. I challenge you to show me a better moment of teenage bliss than this. I might even argue that it was as good as the ending of Sixteen Candles. Ah, yeah. I still love the Princess Bride--just got it on DVD at Target for $7!



Got any sweet stories of Teenage bliss? Feel free to comment, people.

Oh, and PS: The title of this post is a Love & Rockets album title, too.

The View: For Mollie

From the back deck
From the Front Porch

My Silly Adeline

How You've Grown

Heidi was playing on the porch at dusk tonight and she looked so sweet and like such a little girl instead of a baby!

I watched her toddle around and laugh at the wind and step in puddles and I just marvelled at life and growth and motherhood...I just can't believe this little sunshine just came from us and will light up our family forever. It's crazy!

She is so much fun--they both are--and I really am happy to be the mommy of these two lovely girls.

Crazy About Chairs

Addie and Heidi got these little foam chairs for the basement family room--they are fun and the girls just love them. There's nothing cuter than catching them all kicked back in their chairs watching a movie or something. Here they are after baths last night playing babies downstairs.

Addie holding the baby doll which they fight over all the time.

Heidi giving her baby a turn to sit in her chair.