Aug 29

Actually, there are all sorts of words. Around a quarter million in the English language, if you believe this article. But I don’t think there are any words adequate to express the excitement in the Christensen house since we heard “THE news.” I won’t make you hold your breath – mostly because I’m so excited about it. ALISHA. IS. MOVING.

And not just moving – she is moving to MISSOURI! I don’t know how we convinced her, but we have done it! Actually, she just (finally) felt like it was the right thing to do. And our whole family is super grateful every single day – we’re totally counting down, but trying not to. 16 weeks sounds a lot better than 121 days. If you’re going to get technical, we’ve rounded the weeks down. Don’t get technical – it seems longer. She’ll be out here at the end of December. Merry Christmas to us! I can’t think of a better present. If you can, we don’t need to know about it – this is all the happiness we need.

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Aug 21

Yes, you heard me right. This fall was made for a love affair. I’m not talking about the kind of love affair that involves anything hot and heavy – my parents read this blog, after all! Besides, I don’t believe in “hot and heavy” love affairs outside of marriage. Inside of marriage? Heck yes. In fact, I think you SHOULD have hot and heavy love affairs within your marriage. Call me crazy – I think it’d make me a little less busy on the family law front. For now though, I’m talking about my self-professed totally-appropriate-for-the-parents-to-read-about love affair. With blue. Because let me tell you, this fall is all about it.

My friend Alaska* and I went out shopping last night – I was AMAZED at how much “my” color has made an appearance in fall fashion. I mean, check this out – here, here, here and here. Or here, here, here, and here. Would you like me to keep going? I could, but I think you have enough links for the moment. If you’re dying for more, send me a message. I will send you loads of them.

Fall’s color is a deeper richer blue – like a teal/jewel tone sort of beautiful awesomeness – than my favorite bright blue summer color. It. Is. Perfect. It’s even made an appearance in two beautiful shades from OPI.** (I told you I was always looking for another blue.) Ski Teal We Drop – beautiful. I wore it yesterday. On my fingernails. I never do that. What can I say? I was feeling rebellious. And it was Friday. And I wasn’t supposed to see any judges. Of course, since I did that, you KNOW I ended up seeing a judge. It must have been a lucky color though, because I wrapped up my case from start to finish in record time. I filed it on the first floor of the courthouse and fifteen minutes later it was finished on the third floor. Pretty great, especially for something I thought would take at least a month! I wonder what kind of results I’d get if I dared to wear Yodel Me on My Cell. I think I’ll still stick to playing it rebellious on days when I don’t expect to see any judges. Or maybe I’ll just wear a blue shirt. Hey, maybe you will too. After all, it’s one of Fall’s hottest colors.

*No, that isn’t her real name… you should know the drill by now. Family members = actual names, much to their chagrin. Everyone else = safe from actual names. My friend Alaska spent her summer in Alaska. I’m sure you’re shocked. Given all the places she’s been, we could have easily named her “Beijing,” “Shanghai,” “Moscow”… I liked “Alaska.” (Like I’m always telling my siblings – if you don’t like it, write your own blog.)

**For an awesome review of the new colors, check out All Laquered Out.

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Aug 12

Alisha might be my mother’s favorite child. If you doubt me, take a look at the screenshot of Alisha’s facebook wall. (You can make it bigger if you click on it.) I mean, it’s not like I am seeing Mom every day, but who gets the facebook message? Uh huh. What happened to the whole candy bar talk?

Oh well. Fair or not, at least I have the satisfaction that Alisha lives in Missouri vicariously through my blog. (And no, that’s not narcissism talking. She told me. So unless you’re calling her narcissistic…) Of course, I would trade that satisfaction in a heartbeat if she’d move out here. Via the blog, I’m her official updater until we convince her to move. (See Dad, this whole “living your whole life online” is not so bad.)

So, continuing with the reasons that Alisha should move here…

  • I discovered the BEST artisan ice cream place. Ever. And it’s right near my house. Pineapple-cilantro sorbet? Yes, it sounds totally weird. And it’s amazing.
  • In the same week, I discovered KC’s own version of my favorite frozen yogurt hotspot in Vegas. Except better. Also right near my house. (I knew moving was a good idea.) I’d highly recommend the Pomegranate Yogurt with kiwi, strawberries and pineapple. It hits the spot every time. Plus, you pay by the ounce – you can make it the perfect size for you. No small, medium, or large issues to deal with.
  • You could come with me to the MoBar Family Law Conference and hang out at the Lake while I attend seminars all day. The shopping’s good too – outlets galore! You’ve got time to plan – it’s next August.
  • Road trips. The latest was this past weekend to McPherson, Kansas. I drove from the MoBar Family Law Conference to pick up the kids from vacation at our Aunt & Uncle’s house. I know, it’s shocking, but we don’t go to McPherson just for the sightseeing. Unless you count “seeing” our darling cousins. Then we are totally guilty of going there for the sightseeing.

Since getting back from the MoBar Family Law Conference this week, I’ve been working around the clock. But those are a few of the simple pleasures that are a part of life here in KCMO. C’mon Alisha… don’t you want to be a part of it?

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Apr 09

I’ve got a boyfriend. Technically, I can blog about him since he’s not really just a single date. Remember my rule? I don’t blog about guys I date. However, when you move to boyfriend territory, I think you start becoming susceptible… Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. As long as we protect his identity, I’m totally fine blogging about him. Let’s just refer to him as “T2.” After all, that’s our shorthand for him at the Christensen house.

So T2 is in the Air Force. (But if you’re actually in the Air Force, you refer to it as “USAF.” Oh yeah, I’m learning new things all the time. The USAF uses acronyms all over the place. I think it’s to confuse us civilians. Thank goodness for google. And wikipedia. You can even find the “official” version of things. I love the internet.) Right now, T2 is stationed in England. His dad – T1 – introduced us when he was on leave. To say I appreciate the introduction would be an understatement.

Anyway, since T2′s so far away (4250 miles in fact), I try and make sure he gets to be a part of my life here in Missouri. (Skype is a beautiful thing. So is Vonage.) Today I roped my brother Logan (who is totally identified in this blog multiple places and is not protected by any sort of code) into taking some pictures for me so that I could have a few for T2. Logan is a GREAT photographer. I, however, am not so good. In fact, after I took some shots of him, Logan informed me “Well, it’s obvious you are a lawyer.” Then, just in case I missed his implied meaning, he spelled it out for me. His advice? “You should stay a lawyer. You’d never make it as a photographer.”

What can I say? It’s nice having family that looks out for you.

PS – Humor me, and take a look at this picture of Logan. Do you really think it’s so bad?

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Apr 02

Attention Alisha: If this doesn’t convince you to move to Missouri, we really don’t know what will. Take a look at our adventures. (Dad, don’t look. This is what we do when you’re out of the country. We promise to put the furniture back before you get home.)

Just in case you were wondering (and if you were wondering, you obviously have never been to our house), we are not just posing for pictures – we really had hula hoops out tonight in our living room. We all took turns. After all, three hula hoops take up an awful lot of room! Mom even got in on it. But don’t worry – I still reminded them all who the oldest (i.e. MOST powerful and DEFINITELY in charge) is. In the words of Reece – That’s. What’s. Up.

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Mar 14

Just kidding. Alisha’s birthday is November 30th. But that didn’t stop us from gathering around the table today to sing “Happy Birthday!” to her answering machine. Yes, really. We are sometimes crazy like that. We totally missed her (we miss her all the time, but we missed her extra today) and we thought that was the best way to let her know. Thinking about it though, it was probably not the best idea. After all, she might think that we don’t remember when her birthday actually is. Oops.  She’s been busy compiling reasons NOT to move to Missouri – this CANNOT count as one of them (I can just see her now – Reason No. 1285: my family does not remember my birthday), and here are a few reasons that she SHOULD move to Missouri. (Contributed by the family, still sitting around the table after singing “Happy Birthday!”)

  • Cassie will give you a puppy. Dad will throw in a full-grown dog.
  • Wade will sing “Happy Birthday!” to you every day.
  • You could camp on Mom & Dad’s couch and save money for a down payment for your Victorian House – Dad says you could get one for around $400 a month! You could maybe even skip the camping out on the couch with all the programs to try and get people in houses.
  • Free food on the weekends (per Mom).  No, she is not committing to weekdays.
  • Reece. Is. Here.
  • We can sing together – no one plays the guitar as well as you.
  • Cassie will do your chores.
  • Sam will paint your nails.
  • We love you.

Just promise you’ll think about it. Because we miss you. And Happy Birthday!

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Mar 06

Just kidding. The animals didn’t come alive – the 2.0s and I were smart enough to go to the museum during the day. (What, you’ve never seen Night at the Museum? Well, WE have and WE played it safe.)

I’ve discovered it’s easy to keep the title of “BEST SISTER EVER.” No, I did not give myself that title. I totally earned it. Just ask the little girls, who proclaimed it today. (Sorry Alisha and Jessie. I’m the oldest, and I’m likely to keep it.) Today, the rest of our family (minus Logan, who had to study, and Alisha, who is busy in Utah compiling reasons that she should NOT move to Missouri) headed to Nebraska today to attend the Winter Quarters Temple. (Alisha, you can’t count the long drive to a temple as reason number 1309 because we are getting a temple in KC. Scratch that off your list.) Once a temple’s dedicated, you need a recommend to attend it, and little kids can’t get recommends.  You can find out more about temples here or here, if you’re curious. The temple in KC will have an open house for whoever wants to come see it before it’s dedicated.

Since Sam and Cassie can’t go yet, someone had to keep an eye on them. I volunteered and we decided we’d make a girls day of it. It was SO fun! The 2.0s put together a soundtrack for our adventures (iTunes is a wonderful thing), we put it in the CD player, and we were off to Kansas City. They got to check out my new office (loved it!), went to Union Station (to pick up my mail, but they thought it was the coolest building ever), to the Nelson-Atkins (my favorite museum in KC, which is now their favorite too), and to Miller Park (where we ate the picnic they prepared and they ran around for ages). It. Was. Great.

And the whole “best sister ever”? Don’t tell the girls, but I already know who really has the title. Here’s a hint – it’s a tie between four people. Alisha, Jessie, Sam and Cassie have me all beat. For now though, I’ll claim it. After all, isn’t that the point of being the oldest?

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Mar 01

I’m a sucker for both. In fact, it’s my hands-down favorite combination. And check it out – these little babies have it. Introducing Hershey’s puppies, now about three weeks old. Aren’t they adorable? Duke is missing from the picture – he will be the new addition that stays at our house. The rest of them will be looking for nice homes in a few weeks. Mom’s got to draw the line somewhere, right? (So if you’re looking for a puppy, let me know.)

I’ve always been jealous of that light eyes, dark hair combination. My 2.0 got lucky with some gorgeous hazel eyes and hair that’s getting darker as she gets older. Me? I’ve got Boring. Brown. Eyes. Such is life. My mom was a sucker for brown eyes – said she could just get lost in my dad’s. Guess that’s part of why I got so lucky. I can hardly complain. After all, it’s nice to have parents that like each other, and since she’s still getting lost in those eyes, I’ll deal with my own. Besides, my hairstylist says they’re my most captivating feature. I’m not convinced – either way though, Manuel Garcia at Naturally Salon gives a great haircut and a fantastic head massage. So barring a way to make my brown eyes blue, I’ll settle for silky hair. Kind of like these puppies.

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Feb 24

Beautiful, right? Looks can be deceiving sometimes. Well, I guess it’s not really “deceiving.” It IS beautiful, after all. But it’s also. So. Freezing. Cold.

You know, I ought to be used to this sort of thing by now. I grew up in Utah – Missouri shouldn’t feel that different. Here’s the catch though – I was born in Southern California. I think when you’re born there, you get an automatic gene that says “I. Love. Heat.” Whatever it is, I’ve got it.

All my love for heat can’t stand in place of my family though – and they live in this freezing place. In fact, this is part of their front yard. “Yard” is kind of a misnomer. They’ve got 25 acres of “yard.”

This beautiful place can be kind of dangerous sometimes. You know how I was supposed to take the Iowa Bar Exam this week? Well, it didn’t happen. Winter storm warnings, combined with actual winter storm conditions, made the risk just too high to travel the 3+ hours to Des Moines on Saturday, Sunday OR Monday. (The Iowa Bar examiners are pretty inflexible about “mandatory orientation” held on Monday. There is no getting around it. Even if you’ve taken 3 bar exams in the last 2 years and it would have been your 4th. If you can’t make Monday’s orientation, you won’t be allowed to take the Tuesday exam. You’re simply out of luck – and money.) At any rate, I made the choice to stay put. So you know what I did? I had that virgin mojito early.

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Feb 19

I was on kid duty tonight. A voluntary thing, let me assure you. I like spending time with my siblings. Since Mom, Jess & Logan wanted to go see “Dear John” (I already saw it and enjoyed it – I LOVE Channing Tatum), I offered to watch the kids. Reece was away on a camping trip (who goes camping in the snow anyway?), so it was the 2.0s , Wade and I. Dad is in Brazil, but he gets back soon, wahoo!

At first we said we’d have a “girls night plus Wade.” He quickly corrected us – we were going to have a “girls night plus THE MAN.” And we did – a little popcorn, a movie, cupcakes and some nail polish. (The Man skipped out on the nail polish.)

This isn’t the first time this week that Wade has cracked me up. Mom and I were hanging out at the table while all the boys were being their usual crazy selves.  I said we needed to think of a word to describe them – without skipping a beat, Wade had one. “Sexy.” And then he walked out of the room.

Can I just tell you I love my life? Really, how could I not?

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