Special Sisters Series: Dedicated to Love

Guest Blogger: Kace is a Southern Belle from Texas who also happens to be a fiesty redhead. She has been KK's roommate for 3 years, and is studying Exercise Science at BYU.

Dear Miss T,

I have been pondering what I was going to blog about for some time now and you may be surprised at the contents of this blog. This will be dedicated to love.

As you know I have been dating Pitter for about five months and it has been so wonderful (don’t worry he hasn’t brushed my hair, that is for only you to do). It has been one of those relationships that you don’t have to work at. We just enjoy being together. He is my best friend and he is good at spoiling me J. I never thought that dating someone could be so easy. Not that everything has been perfect. I have gotten mad at him. More like frustrated. But we always resolve things in the end. You know how it goes.

So when things started progressing I was pretty happy about it.

This weekend Pitter had decided that he was going to show me his hometown, so we left on a jet plane and went back east to Boston, MA where he is from (I know a Yankee. Never would have thought that.). KK knew about this little adventure and so lovingly told me that Pitter was going to ask me to be his wife in Boston. So as we were sitting on the plane to leave from SLC I straight up asked Pitter, “Do you have ring?” To my dismay he replied that he did not. I was a little cowed and thought nothing of it.

So on Saturday morning we went on a little walk. In MA there are a bunch of little cemeteries that are everywhere and they are really cool and old. Can I just tell you how much I LOVE cemeteries! I know you may think it is super creepy but I just like to think about the people and how they spent their lives and what they made of themselves. So we walked around in this little cemetery for about 30 minutes just looking at headstones and talking. Then he took me in his arms and we started talking about our lives and what we were going to with them. Then the next thing I know is that he is on one knee and I am crying. He asks me if he can ask me a question and he asks me to marry him.

This is when my life changed. I never knew that I could love someone so much and want to share everything with them. I just thought you should know.

Love,

Kace

The end of childhood.

Dearest Magical Miss T,

This weekend I traveled to Idaho Falls to end my childhood.

"Isn't your childhood already over?" you may ask. Technically, I suppose the answer is yes, as I am 24 years old. However, we have come to the end of an era, which happens to match up directly with my childhood.

You see, the final portion of the Harry Potter movies came out tonight, and the saga is complete. I remember being 10 or 11 and picking up the very first Harry Potter book at Graci-Lynn's house. I was the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione. They are my age cohorts though my letter inviting me to attend Hogwarts never came. I have grown up with them, and thus with the end of their childhood, it feels much more official that my childhood also has ended.

Do you remember the Harry Potter reading crazes we went through during McCall? Oh the books just got fatter and fatter after the 3rd book. I do believe we purchased two of every book so that we all could be reading them at the same time.

In a smashing (and blazing) triumph of good over evil the final Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2, my childhood has ended and I guess I better get on with life just like they did. Ron and Hermione hook up, Harry and Ginny hook up, and even slimy Malfoy hooks up with some brown-headed chick and sends a little mini-Malfoy off to Hogwarts 19 years after Voldemort's defeat. So...yeah, I guess I'd better get on with that part of life too.

If you haven't seen the movie, I do recommend it. It is excellently well-done, but it is intense and a bit scary, and I definitely closed my eyes during quite a few parts. But, you know me. That's how I watch movies.

Farewell childhood. Mischief managed.
Love, wannabe wizard KK

Chunky Monkey is Going to Make Me Some Money

KK -


Lately we have been calling Baby Cub "Chunky Monkey."  His rolls of fat on every inch of his body are so adorable and soft.  He grins like he won the lottery because he is the fattest baby ever.  Usually if he is wearing shorts in public, I get comments about how people love his thunder thighs and just want to squeeze them.


When Big D's family was visiting, we took them to Kerry Park.  This is a must-see place in Seattle, because it has one of the best views of downtown with the Space Needle centered in the skyline.  (Did we take you there?)  


While we were there, I sat with Baby Cub on a park bench while everyone else explored.  I saw an Asian family of adults made up of 3 generations.  The oldest grandma kept eying Baby Cub and me as she walked back and forth.  Finally she sat down on the bench next to me and smiled at Baby Cub.  Baby Cub smiled right back so she started making baby noises (in Chinese?).   Baby Cub grinned his big fat smile at her.  Next thing I know the grandma is reaching out to hold Baby Cub.  Knowing she didn't understand English, but wanting to warn her, I said "Be careful, he is very heavy," as I passed over Baby Cub to this sweet Asian grandma.  Her eyes grew big as she felt his weight and she muttered something in her native tongue.  Then she happily bounced Carson on her lap and played with him.  The granddaughter came over and asked me in English if they could take his picture with the grandma.  I agreed.  The family was chattering and laughing as they took the picture. Then they handed Baby Cub back to me and left.  I wondered which they enjoyed more--the view of the Space Needle or the white, fat, American baby.


Then I realized that I could use my white, fat, American baby to make some money.  I think that if I went down to Pike Place Market and set up a booth with Baby Cub naked and then offered to let people touch him or take his picture for $5, I would make some serious money.  Baby Cub is such a happy Chunky Monkey, that I think it would work--until Child Services showed up.  It is a funny thought anyhow.


Have a great day!  Your Chunky Monkey nephew loves you!


-Miss T

I'm a Triathlete! Unbelievable.

KK-

Last Saturday I completed the Five Mile Lake Triathlon.   Here's the story:

On Friday, I went to pick up a rented wet suit from Speedy Reedy.  The outgoing guy helping me asked me what event I was doing.  I told him the Sprint Triathlon at Five Mile Lake.  His jaw dropped open and said "Wow! Did you grow up swimming?"  I was slightly confused as to why he was so impressed, but said I swam a little bit growing up.  Then he asked me if I had a time I was shooting for to complete it in.  I told him "Oh no, my goal is completion.  I don't care about the time."  Then I walked away to try on my wet suit (later I realized that I tried it on inside out!).

As I was paying for my wet suit, the talk-a-tive-trying-to flirt-with-me guy starting telling me that he was not from Seattle and couldn't believe that I was going to swim 5 miles.  I quickly said, "Oh no, I am NOT swimming 5 miles!!!"  I laughed the whole way home because someone thought that I was an intense triathlete.

Friday night I made Yakisoba for dinner.  Some of Big D's family was in town, so I talked to them at dinner about the triathlon the next day.  Basically I told them that the day was all about me, so they should not expect me to be playing hostess to them anymore but they were more than welcome to come cheer me on at my triathlon.  Then I left them all to party late into the night, while I took a Unisom and went to bed early.  

I started to get very nervous as we drove to Five Mile Lake on Saturday morning.  Big D and I pulled into the parking lot and started to unload my gear.  All around us, people were unloading super speedy cool road bikes with aerodynamic helmets, fancy clothes and wetsuits, with a different pair of speciality shoes for each event.  All I had was a mountain bike and a rented wet suit.  I wanted to get back into the car and drive back to my warm bed and pretend like I never agree to do this triathlon.  

Big D made me go forward, and we started setting my things up in the transition area.  I found my friend Rebecca, who had convinced me to do this in the first place, and we chatted about all of the "tri-geeks" that were very intimidating to us.  It became time to put on our wet suits before the mandatory pre-race meeting.  I went back into the transition area and there was a girl next to my gear.  The first thing she asked me was, "Which side are you exiting the rack with your bike?"

I replied, "I don't know.  This way." (Honestly, I didn't know if there was a better or proper way to get your bike of the rack?)

She then started spraying herself down with Pam Cooking Spray.  I asked her why she was doing that.  She told me it was to help her wet suit come off quicker.  She told me about how she is doing her third Ironman this year, and she won this particular triathlon 2 years ago.  Then she asked me about why I was doing this triathlon and if it was my first.  My reply was, "It is my first and I just had a baby, so you know, it is a great way to get back in shape."  Lame answer.  I just thought throwing out the baby reason would make everything better or cuter or something.  

After squeezing into a tight wetsuit, Rebecca and I got ready to start the race.  We pumped ourselves up by saying our goal was just COMPLETION.  With an unofficial BANG! our wave started the swim.  Rebecca and I waited for everyone else to start swimming for awhile, then we joined the swim.  We didn't want to be kick or plowed over by other swimmers.  The lake was cold, but calm.  I did not swim like I had trained.  I found myself wanting to see where I was going so I kept my head above water for most of the swim.  

The transition to bike was easy and I grabbed a granola bar and headed off.  It was two laps around a park.  I passed only 2 bikers as I rode.  I realized that many of the competitors were panting and breathing hard as they passed me and I was calmly riding and waving to people and photographers along the roadside.  I thought about pushing harder on my bike, but I didn't want to get bulky thigh muscles, so I didn't.  (That absurd thought comes from my adolescence - any dancer would get it).

Lastly it was time to run - my least favorite event.  I set out with the mental motto - slow and steady.  And that is how it went.  I ran slow and steady.  As I neared the finish line, my body said "Hey, this is not that hard, I'm not very tired."  I picked up the pace for the last 50 feet and cross the finish line feeling victorious.  I was in the last 15 people to finish out of 250 people, but I did not care.  My goal was COMPLETION and to enjoy the event.  

I can honestly said that I enjoyed the triathlon.  It was easier than expected and I think I would do one again.  I guarantee I will not becoming a "tri-geek" for the time being.  Oh and the girl next to me, she won the triathlon for my age division. Guess that Pam Cooking Spray really does help!

-Miss Triathlon

Rebecca and I talking about how we are going to survive the swim.

Rebecca and I are standing in the back waiting for everyone else to start swimming in our wave.

First Time Finishers!

My support team and cheerleaders.

T Bear asked if these numbers were how fast I raced.

My sex and age group.  I walked around with it showing the rest of the day.  Gotta be proud of it somehow.

The Now I Can Cause

Hey Miss T,

There are many things in life that I have carefully followed your footsteps in like twirling the baton in magically sequency outfits, taking Senior Foods Class in high school from that teacher who had to have been a chain-smoker, being a brilliant fan of that diva music goddess Celine Dion, and maintaining a healthy relationship with Mom by calling her nearly every day.

Those things have shaped who I am, but actually one of the best things I have ever followed in your footsteps in is becoming involved with Now I Can. This amazing clinic helps children change, and succeed, and find a moment in their life where they can say after years of inability, "Now I can!" Here is a video about who they are, and how we can offer our service through a simple click of the mouse each day.

TLTR/W: Now I Can is a life changing organization that is involved in a facebook contest, and we can help them by voting every day in the Vivint Gives Back contest. It's easy and quick, and you'll feel great about yourself when you participate.

From, Your loving footstep follower
PS: (TLTR/W=too long to read/watch)

Happy 4th of July

Happy 4th of July!

Stay tuned.... pictures and details of Miss T's triathlon soon to come.  Also how you can VOTE for Now I Can on Facebook.

-White Christmas Sisters