Today is a sad day for the Friess family. I have been informed that a family friend has suffered severe injuries and it looks as though they may not survive. We have been friends for nearly 11 years and had some very good times, one of my most loyal and reliable friends. I am of course speaking of Little Purple, my very first car. Shortly after turning 16 my parents bought me a 1997 Ford Escort is a very snazzy shade of purple (hence the name Little Purple, also known as Barney). Little Purple was a great car, very reliable and had a lot of fun growing up in Sanpete County with me. We sold Little Purple to my nephew about a year ago and she moved to Wyoming. Keenan was taking very good care of her and from what I hear, she was enjoying her new life in Wyoming, even the food fight that Keenan got her in.
Recently Purple was hit by a neighbor and was taken to the car hospital (a.k.a the autobody shop) for a quote. Turns out some jerk thinks that to repair her would cost more than she is worth. Of course he does not realize that Purple is priceless. So, Purple was pronounced totalled and I guess they will look into other options for reviving her. So I guess she's been put on "life support" now and will wait for a belated Christmas miracle.
So in honor of Little Purple, I will be listening to "No Diggity" by Blackstreet today, one of her favorites, and holding a memorial service. All of you that would like to offer your support, please feel free to find any appropriate outlet. And for you Purple, thank you for holding my smelly old sneakers, my dirty cleats, letting me spill pop in you, allowing me to play my music too loud and drive you too fast. And I forgive you for that time you broke down at the airport at midnight while I was 8 months pregnant in that awful rain storm. May you rest in peace.
Little Purple
February 1997 - December 2007
I love you, you love me, we were a happy family
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas to all
On Saturday we went to a Christmas party with Rich's family and had a lot of fun. Then we headed home to have a quiet Christmas in Idaho. We started the Christmas festivities with our tradition of opening one gift on Christmas Eve. Rich had to work for awhile on Christmas Eve, so we let Kinley open her present in the morning in hopes that it would help entertain her while he was gone. And, it worked out beautifully.
Here she is opening her Tickle Me Elmo from her cousin Keenan. She was enjoying ripping off the paper, but when a tiny red circle in the box started laughing, she got a little nervous. Once Elmo was out of his box it was love at first sight. She loves to watch him laugh and flop all over. Elmo was lucky enough to get some gold fish, loves, kisses, and even had his own blanket...thank heavens she has a spare. A big thanks to Keenan and his clever gift, it helped fill some time yesterday so I could get some things done. I guess Kinley has a new best friend now.
Now on to Christmas morning. I always have a hard time sleeping Christmas Eve, I guess I'm just a little kid inside. Kinley woke up early and we raced downstairs to see what Santa brought. Santa was pretty good to us, brought some toys, clothes, shoes, and some yummy candy. Kinley quickly lost interest in unwrapping presents and seemed confused and overwhelmed. She seemed like she couldn't figure out what to play with. And by late afternoon, she was running a high fever and obviously not feeling well. She called it a day at 6:45 and left Rich and I to enjoy a quiet evening. Here are some pictures of her finding Santa's gifts and opening her presents.
We are very grateful for this Christmas season to reflect upon the birth and life of our Savior. We are grateful for our family and to have been surrounded by so many special people. It has been quite a year for us and we truly are blessed and are so grateful for this special time of year.
Here she is opening her Tickle Me Elmo from her cousin Keenan. She was enjoying ripping off the paper, but when a tiny red circle in the box started laughing, she got a little nervous. Once Elmo was out of his box it was love at first sight. She loves to watch him laugh and flop all over. Elmo was lucky enough to get some gold fish, loves, kisses, and even had his own blanket...thank heavens she has a spare. A big thanks to Keenan and his clever gift, it helped fill some time yesterday so I could get some things done. I guess Kinley has a new best friend now.
Now on to Christmas morning. I always have a hard time sleeping Christmas Eve, I guess I'm just a little kid inside. Kinley woke up early and we raced downstairs to see what Santa brought. Santa was pretty good to us, brought some toys, clothes, shoes, and some yummy candy. Kinley quickly lost interest in unwrapping presents and seemed confused and overwhelmed. She seemed like she couldn't figure out what to play with. And by late afternoon, she was running a high fever and obviously not feeling well. She called it a day at 6:45 and left Rich and I to enjoy a quiet evening. Here are some pictures of her finding Santa's gifts and opening her presents.
We are very grateful for this Christmas season to reflect upon the birth and life of our Savior. We are grateful for our family and to have been surrounded by so many special people. It has been quite a year for us and we truly are blessed and are so grateful for this special time of year.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Article on teething
Yesterday Kinley and I had a very rough day, I think she cried for 80% of the day. I suspect this new mouthful of teeth she is working on is the root of the evil. So after a few hours of constant crying and tantrums, I decided to turn to the internet to see if there was some miracle cure I hadn't heard of yet (by the way, there isn't). I stumbled across an article from some yuppy doctor where he states that he does not believe that teething causes any discomfort and that it is just a coincidence that children act fussy and have other symptoms at the same time. I would like to respond with an, oh really??? Really???
Then I realized, I think I know who this guy is. He must be the man that speaks when there is a tornado warning. You know, the guy that makes ridiculously obvious statements. Like, "if debris is flying towards you, use your hands and arms to cover your head." Whew! Thank heavens he told me that. The last time debris flew at my head I was like, oh no, what should I do? My first instinct is to cover my head but nobody has ever told me to do that. But now, thank you mister, I know just what to do.
So to the doctor and author of this article, sorry I didn't catch your name, your article was so ridiculous I didn't want to waste my memory space on you. Do you have children? Have you ever seen a child that is teething? Awfully strange that every tooth she gets she just gets worse and worse, and not to mention, the majority of kids I know have the same reaction. So are you a doctor in the same way that Dr. Seuss is a doctor? I found your article to be complete nonsense and if you would like some additional subjects to study, you are more than welcome to come to my house.
Whew! I feel better now, thanks for the forum to rant about this topic. It must be my lack of sleep, and honestly, all that crying starts to wear on my sanity. But today we are doing much better.
Then I realized, I think I know who this guy is. He must be the man that speaks when there is a tornado warning. You know, the guy that makes ridiculously obvious statements. Like, "if debris is flying towards you, use your hands and arms to cover your head." Whew! Thank heavens he told me that. The last time debris flew at my head I was like, oh no, what should I do? My first instinct is to cover my head but nobody has ever told me to do that. But now, thank you mister, I know just what to do.
So to the doctor and author of this article, sorry I didn't catch your name, your article was so ridiculous I didn't want to waste my memory space on you. Do you have children? Have you ever seen a child that is teething? Awfully strange that every tooth she gets she just gets worse and worse, and not to mention, the majority of kids I know have the same reaction. So are you a doctor in the same way that Dr. Seuss is a doctor? I found your article to be complete nonsense and if you would like some additional subjects to study, you are more than welcome to come to my house.
Whew! I feel better now, thanks for the forum to rant about this topic. It must be my lack of sleep, and honestly, all that crying starts to wear on my sanity. But today we are doing much better.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
In the Christmas spirit
For some reason I am very much in the Christmas spirit this year. It could be due to all of the lovely shows on ABC Family's 25 Days of Christmas, which I just love. It could be because Kinley seems to have some idea what is going on. She is very much loving the Christmas tree and just insists that it remains lit from the moment she wakes up until she goes to bed. She likes to watch television or take her toys to the couch and sit just as close as she possibly can to the tree. She says tree and points to it all the time, or any tree for that matter, and seems torn between staring at the tree and presents and doing anything else. The tree this year has minimal decor, I was trying to prevent her from ruining everything, but I guess it looks alright. It does have a nice little "couch" fence around it for safety.
My sister Richelle sent Kinley some adorable new dresses and this lovely little nativity set for Kinley. Kinley just loves this nativity set and plays with it constantly. She is so careful when she sets it up and has to get everybody in just the right place. I think it is so cute because she usually has baby Jesus in the middle and everybody around him. She also must carry every piece in her hands at the same time, very difficult for those timy little hands. On this particular day, she chose to be cute before I got her hair fixed and her full outfit on, so excuse the mess.
Kinley has so graciously offered to help me with some special Christmas presents. I have decided to make some special books for my Grandparents. I wrote a short story for each of them and Kinley is in charge of the illustrations. She has done a pretty good job. She ate some of the blue crayon and the green one suffered severe injuries after being hurled from the counter, but the pictures are coming along nicely and we're hoping for some great reactions to the gifts.
So with one more week until Christmas, we are very excited and counting down the days. We hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!!!
My sister Richelle sent Kinley some adorable new dresses and this lovely little nativity set for Kinley. Kinley just loves this nativity set and plays with it constantly. She is so careful when she sets it up and has to get everybody in just the right place. I think it is so cute because she usually has baby Jesus in the middle and everybody around him. She also must carry every piece in her hands at the same time, very difficult for those timy little hands. On this particular day, she chose to be cute before I got her hair fixed and her full outfit on, so excuse the mess.
Kinley has so graciously offered to help me with some special Christmas presents. I have decided to make some special books for my Grandparents. I wrote a short story for each of them and Kinley is in charge of the illustrations. She has done a pretty good job. She ate some of the blue crayon and the green one suffered severe injuries after being hurled from the counter, but the pictures are coming along nicely and we're hoping for some great reactions to the gifts.
So with one more week until Christmas, we are very excited and counting down the days. We hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!!!
Friday, December 14, 2007
The full Wal-Mart experience
Let me start by expressing how much I dislike shopping at Wal-Mart, but at this point in my life it fits my budget, so the majority of my shopping is done there. So, tonight, after doing some shopping with the family at the mall and a few other stores and putting Kinley to bed, it was time to fulfill my "mommy duties" and head out to good old Wal-Mart. Ugh! It's packed of course with crazed Christmas shoppers. And it's funny how so many nice people doing their holiday shopping makes me want to knock the holiday right out of them, but I hunkered down and fought off all of my hostile feelings and just focused on my list.
Well, I have this knack for attracting the weirdos to shop along with. You know how you always end up shopping with the same group of people, you know, you keep running into them aisle after aisle. Well, we live in some what of a college town, so I usually run into some real winners. However, tonight, I was shopping with a very polite, nice young man. We had a few close calls of almost running into each other's carts, but managed to hit the check out stand without injury. Well, naturally, this young man ends up at the same check out stand as I do, and he very generously offers to let me go ahead of him even though his cart was much less full than mine. Well, I continue to be polite as he makes small chat. He proceeds to ask if this is the best thing I had to do on Friday night (yeah, like Wal-Mart is my idea of a great weekend) and yada yada. Then, comes the real winner. This lovely young man asks if I would like to "grab a bite to eat". Hmm...this is interesting. So, I very politely say, "Wow, that sure would be nice, I haven't been on a date in a really long time. But I think my husband would be really upset with me." Cut to the boy with a bright red face and fumbling over his words, "um, er, oh I'm so embarrassed, I didn't notice your wedding ring." I said, oh it's ok, no big deal. But I do think I'm probably quite a bit older than you anyways. The nice young man says, "well I'm 19, you can't be much older than that." Oh dear young man, you have made my entire year, however, nope, I'm 27.
It's amazing the emotional roller coaster that grocery shopping can bring. From hatred and hostility, to that joyous moment when somebody thinks you're around 20 still. What a night. And may I add, after the purchase of a few stocking stuffers tonight, I'm done shopping! Hurray and happy holidays to all!
Well, I have this knack for attracting the weirdos to shop along with. You know how you always end up shopping with the same group of people, you know, you keep running into them aisle after aisle. Well, we live in some what of a college town, so I usually run into some real winners. However, tonight, I was shopping with a very polite, nice young man. We had a few close calls of almost running into each other's carts, but managed to hit the check out stand without injury. Well, naturally, this young man ends up at the same check out stand as I do, and he very generously offers to let me go ahead of him even though his cart was much less full than mine. Well, I continue to be polite as he makes small chat. He proceeds to ask if this is the best thing I had to do on Friday night (yeah, like Wal-Mart is my idea of a great weekend) and yada yada. Then, comes the real winner. This lovely young man asks if I would like to "grab a bite to eat". Hmm...this is interesting. So, I very politely say, "Wow, that sure would be nice, I haven't been on a date in a really long time. But I think my husband would be really upset with me." Cut to the boy with a bright red face and fumbling over his words, "um, er, oh I'm so embarrassed, I didn't notice your wedding ring." I said, oh it's ok, no big deal. But I do think I'm probably quite a bit older than you anyways. The nice young man says, "well I'm 19, you can't be much older than that." Oh dear young man, you have made my entire year, however, nope, I'm 27.
It's amazing the emotional roller coaster that grocery shopping can bring. From hatred and hostility, to that joyous moment when somebody thinks you're around 20 still. What a night. And may I add, after the purchase of a few stocking stuffers tonight, I'm done shopping! Hurray and happy holidays to all!
Friday, December 7, 2007
So bring us some figgy pudding
Okay, so I don't really know what figgy pudding is, some type of a Christmas pudding. I've never seen it and not really wanting to, just thought it was a good title for today's post, tis the season and all.
So thanks to my local Smith's grocery store, I managed to get a major bargain on pudding a few weeks ago. At first, Kinley didn't want anything to do with it, despite my efforts to explain just how delicious chocolate is. She's just such a picky eater, or rather, she's picky about how she eats. Well, on this particular night, we discovered how she would like to eat her food that day, her "way of the day" as I call it, was to put the food on a spoon (very key here, not a fork) and let her put it in her mouth. So, for an after dinner treat, Rich and I were enjoying some pudding and Kinley was refusing to join in. Until her daddy left his pudding cup on the floor and she found out just how delicious pudding is. So we got her a spoon and let her polish off his chocolate and finish my tapioca. And boy did she enjoy it...she enjoyed it so much she decided to smear it around her face for a chocolate pudding mask, great for the complexion. She has also taken a liking to egg nog, which I just couldn't be more thrilled about, now I feel more justified in my purchase since I was the only one drinking it before.
So thanks to my local Smith's grocery store, I managed to get a major bargain on pudding a few weeks ago. At first, Kinley didn't want anything to do with it, despite my efforts to explain just how delicious chocolate is. She's just such a picky eater, or rather, she's picky about how she eats. Well, on this particular night, we discovered how she would like to eat her food that day, her "way of the day" as I call it, was to put the food on a spoon (very key here, not a fork) and let her put it in her mouth. So, for an after dinner treat, Rich and I were enjoying some pudding and Kinley was refusing to join in. Until her daddy left his pudding cup on the floor and she found out just how delicious pudding is. So we got her a spoon and let her polish off his chocolate and finish my tapioca. And boy did she enjoy it...she enjoyed it so much she decided to smear it around her face for a chocolate pudding mask, great for the complexion. She has also taken a liking to egg nog, which I just couldn't be more thrilled about, now I feel more justified in my purchase since I was the only one drinking it before.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
This is Kinley. My mommy and I went to see you at our local mall. Mommy explained that you can't be at all the malls in the world at the same time, so you have helpers. I would like to suggest that you take a look at your screening process cause our Santa wasn't a very good one. First of all, why do I have to pay a minimum of $12.99 to have my picture taken with your "helper"? Seems a bit pricey. But that is besides the points. My mommy and I were shopping and we saw where your "workshop" was set up, so we stopped to say hello. I was a bit nervous so I just stayed in my stroller, but I was kind of excited, and I really liked the nice lady taking pictures. My excitement quickly faded when I saw the helper Santa. Mommy said, "can you say hello to Santa?" I said, "You must be outta your mind. This isn't Santa. This is some skinny, middle aged man wearing a dirty, red velvet suit, and an awfully nasty wig and beard (and his black hair was showing)." And I didn't look at him after that, and I didn't even want his stupid candy cane. I just thought you should know that somebody in your office let this guy slip through the cracks. I saw a better looking Santa grocery shopping (not in his suit of course) at Wal-Mart the other day. I'll keep looking for a good looking Santa so I can sit on his lap and tell him what I want for Christmas. By the way, thank you for all the good stuff you brought me last year.
Oh, and one last thing. My mommy is always saying that if I am naughty, you won't come to my house. Well, I have been naughty lately, but I would like to state my case and plead not guilty by reason of mental defect caused by teething. I can't help it, I got 2 molars over the last few weeks and it makes me act like a little monster. So, please take that into consideration when checking your list twice. And when my mommy tells me to quit doing things, like pushing the t.v. buttons, hitting, pinching, licking my daddy's shoes, and all the other stuff she tells me not to do, I am going to try really hard to stop doing them...without a tantrum.
Merry Christmas Santa and have a good flight!
Kinley
This is Kinley. My mommy and I went to see you at our local mall. Mommy explained that you can't be at all the malls in the world at the same time, so you have helpers. I would like to suggest that you take a look at your screening process cause our Santa wasn't a very good one. First of all, why do I have to pay a minimum of $12.99 to have my picture taken with your "helper"? Seems a bit pricey. But that is besides the points. My mommy and I were shopping and we saw where your "workshop" was set up, so we stopped to say hello. I was a bit nervous so I just stayed in my stroller, but I was kind of excited, and I really liked the nice lady taking pictures. My excitement quickly faded when I saw the helper Santa. Mommy said, "can you say hello to Santa?" I said, "You must be outta your mind. This isn't Santa. This is some skinny, middle aged man wearing a dirty, red velvet suit, and an awfully nasty wig and beard (and his black hair was showing)." And I didn't look at him after that, and I didn't even want his stupid candy cane. I just thought you should know that somebody in your office let this guy slip through the cracks. I saw a better looking Santa grocery shopping (not in his suit of course) at Wal-Mart the other day. I'll keep looking for a good looking Santa so I can sit on his lap and tell him what I want for Christmas. By the way, thank you for all the good stuff you brought me last year.
Oh, and one last thing. My mommy is always saying that if I am naughty, you won't come to my house. Well, I have been naughty lately, but I would like to state my case and plead not guilty by reason of mental defect caused by teething. I can't help it, I got 2 molars over the last few weeks and it makes me act like a little monster. So, please take that into consideration when checking your list twice. And when my mommy tells me to quit doing things, like pushing the t.v. buttons, hitting, pinching, licking my daddy's shoes, and all the other stuff she tells me not to do, I am going to try really hard to stop doing them...without a tantrum.
Merry Christmas Santa and have a good flight!
Kinley
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