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Mother of the Year Goes to.... Not Me

Every morning I go to the gym to exercise. I love it because I have a lot of friends there (it's my adult interaction for the day...hahah...but seriously...), endorphins are released, I feel powerful and strong....etc. Fast forward to about 10 minutes after I arrive home.

Kids are fighting over who grabbed the box of cereal first.

Tears are rolling down cheeks from, "Cameron looked at me in a mean way."

Fights are breaking out between who has to be the flippin' monkey in the middle...

You get the idea.

So pretty much all the good I do at 5:30 in the wee early morning hours gets completely undone. (Perhaps I should schedule my workouts to after the kids leave for school instead?)

Anyway, today was no different. The kids actually all got ready on their own really well without any fights. They had a good 20 minutes to kill before we had to leave for school. They decided to play a game (but not the blasted Monkey in the Middle game...No! No! I banned that game [and 'jinx&#…


My mom signed Tenille and me up for modeling when she was a senior and I was a freshman. Our instructor was an old, skinny former-model named Colette. She looked like she was anorexic. She was so old and pale, too, and she loved eye-liner! Each week we drove out to her home where she worked with us in how to walk, how to pose for the camera, how to choose outfits, what different styles were, etc. Then we'd end with a photo-shoot. She was the one who made us start wearing eye-liner. I thought I looked like a hooker wearing it in the beginning. haha.

Doing modeling was a real confidence booster. (As if my ego really needed it, right? haha). But I learned a lot, and I know it wasn't cheap for my mom to pay for it. Mom sacrificed things for herself in order to provide more for us. I even remember her signing up for a second job cleaning old office buildings at night. I went with her, too. She made me promise not to tell Dad. But it only lasted one night before she realized she didn't want to do that. But man, we sure made the floor ion that building off Fort Union Blvd look good!

As I got older I was able to use my modeling skills. A neighbor submitted my name to run for Ms. Teen Salt Lake City. I went through the whole interview process and was accepted as a candidate. There was another interview up Cottonwood Canyon at a ski resort where I met with some judges and had to answer some questions on my talents, personality, what I'd be wearing for the show, etc. Then came time for me to work the runway. I modeled a prom dress, my basketball uniform, and something casual. I didn't get very far, though. I think I made top 10, but not top 3. Oh well. It was a fun experience (although I didn't let my basketball teammates know--they would have made fun).


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