The problem with having this blog is Julie. I can never please her! First it's.. "you never blog- update!!" then it's: "well, you updated, but its really short". So here it is, a blog just for you. My sister. I am the defiantly the sappy one of the two of us so here are some of my favorite memories.
{ T H E D R E S S UP }
I wasn't actually conscious of this memory, but my mom has recounted it to me several times, so its almost like I was there (which I was... my brain was just really little) After my mom had a baby shower when I super tiny Julie took me upstairs and dressed me up in every outfit that I had gotten that night without waking me up. I was her doll. I am pretty sure she was really into me.
{ T H E H A I R C U T }
One of my favorite memories with Julie was going to see her while she was at BYU. I think I was 8. I stayed with her and had SO much fun. She took me to ballet class and introduced me to all her college friends. I felt so mature. One of her roommates gave me a delicious bowl haircut (a-la-Sid Konchar, age 8) looking back at the picture I am surprised I didn't punch her.
{ D O L L C L O T H E S }
One Christmas Julie told me that her friend Apryl had gotten a life-sized doll that was exactly my size and she was going to make Apryl lots of clothes for her new doll. She measured me all the time, fitting these dresses to me. But, on Christmas morning- I opened lots of handmade clothes that she had made for me. So sweet.
{ G I R L T A L K }
The only way my mom could get me to go to bed was to promise me that I could have girl talk with Julie.
{ T H E W E D D I N G}
I remember standing outside of the Los Angeles temple waiting for Julie and Pie to exit after their wedding. I was bawling (this is shocking to you all, I know) I just didn't want to let go of my sister. My cousin Tawnie started crying too and I got mad at her: ITS MY SISTER!
{ M O R E T E A R S }
I also remember going to see A League of Their Own in the theatre and crying all the way through it because Julie was at BYU and the movie was about sisters.
{ K I D S }
Julie has produced the most amazing little ones. I ADORE her kids. Everyone. I remember eating homemade chex mix with Kjell in the waiting room and hearing Sid's first cry. I love being with the Konchar kids.
{ C A D B E R R Y M I N I E G G S}
Julie and I LOVE cadberry mini eggs and have enjoyed many "girl talks" over those yummy little eggs, the 5 pound pack.
I love you, Jules.
1 comment:
You are the cutest thing. Thanks for the sweet blog. It was plenty long and involved, just the way I like it.
A few more memories for you:
We used to go to the mall together when you were about 3. I would try on clothes and ask you how I looked. Tender, but the funny thing is I really wanted your opinion. And your opinion usually was: It's just not "you".
You loved everything gaudy and flashy. Anything bejeweled and bespangled you found bedazzling. You had a pair of clip on earings that were dripping with (fake) pearls. You loved those things. You wore them to the mall. A lot.
We did have lots and lots of girl talk, and I wish I had recorded some of it because it was mainly you, talking to me, about such things as your toys. Really not very "girl" oriented, but I guess it was girl talk because it was the two of us.
You had a little tape recorder that you listened to tapes on at bedtime. You had the little mermaid tape and you were terrified of Ursula the seawitch but you never wanted to admit it so everytime it got to her part in the tape you would very nonchalantly fast forward the tape while telling me "This part is really boring".
You would shamelessly flirt with every elder that served in our ward. I am talking sitting on their laps and giggling (you had to be at least 6 or 7) flirting. You were quite the pre-teen hussy.
And, in conclusion, your journal. You only ever wrote in it when you were angry, which seemed often, and so every entry was about how much you hated us and how much we hated you. Glad you got over that hate phase, because we always loved you. Remember Kirsten, we were never making fun of you, we were just putting you down.
Love, your very older sister.
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