My Sisters

Sadie and Kim at the top, Dawn and PJ at the left and Kim and Marcy at the right.

My Sisters

Congress should get right on declaring a “Sister Day” holiday! I was listening to Reba’s latest song, “My Sister” and just had to take a moment to thank God I have sisters. Though we have had our share of misunderstandings, at the end of the day, we know we are there for one another. And the longer I live (OK, I’m only 25 but still), the more I realize how important this is.

I wouldn’t trade my older sister for the world. She does my hair, she listens to me rant and she just makes me happy. Dawn is a fantastic mother and gifted beautician. She is beautiful inside and out and stretches herself to the limit to do for others. I can’t think of a time I haven’t been home when Dawn hasn’t had a dinner party for extended family (usually a minimum of fifteen people). Dawn and her husband, PJ, have also hosted my friends who have come to visit on occasion. Not only have they hosted my friends, but they took the time to really get to know them and ask questions. Dawn and I have grown closer as we have gotten older, only because growing up, we were too much alike. Stubborn and relentless, yes, we were twins in this regard. But I look at Dawn now and think, “You go girl!” I love that she is opinionated and sticks up for what she deems right. Maybe a politician in the making? Ha ha…

And then there is Marcy. How does one describe Marcy? Well, she is most like my mother. She is quiet, yet stubborn as a stone. I have referred to Marcy as “The Great Enigma,” which is more than likely annoying to her, but she has never indicated this. Marcy doesn’t prefer the spotlight (which is what I enjoy about her), but anyone who gets to know her knows Marcy is hilarious! She is unbelievably witty. She is shy and doesn’t know she is pretty, but she is. She is also like Dawn in that she would do anything for anybody. She is loyal and calm. She cares very deeply for baby Landon (I call him “Prince”), who looks exactly like her. Furthermore, Marcy is a GREAT thinker and listener, which is why I love talking to her. Marcy is also incredibly nonjudgmental and always roots for the underdog. This is what makes her a fantastic softball player and coach. Anyone who has had Marcy for a coach has loved her, and it’s not hard for me to guess why. I love her too.

And the baby of the family? Her name is Sadie Jo. I am proud of all of my sisters, but honestly, I am most proud of Sadie. At a time when girls are getting abortions left and right, she has taken personal responsibility and chosen to keep her baby at a young age. In fact, she just had Kendall. After really getting to know Sadie this year, I have been amazed. I am not surprised that Sadie is relentless, but I am amazed by it. I’m amazed that she has kept her grades up and in the face of adversity, has determined not to be a victim to circumstance. Sadie’s situation and how she has dealt with it proves her character. She is genuinely kind and sweet. Like Marcy, she is a great listener and has a heart of gold. She also takes her chances. One thing I absolutely love about Sadie is that she could care less what people think. Usually, when people say “I could care less,” it’s just a front, but for Sadie, she really flat out honestly doesn’t care. If you don’t like her, she figures she has other friends. I love, too, that Sadie sticks up for herself and those she loves. She doesn’t take crap from anybody. Who would have thought that baby Sadie and baby Kendall were going to be the main thing to bring our family so much closer? This year was hard but wonderful. Delightfully wonderful…

I just wanted to give tribute to my sisters here in my blog because in a way, knowing my sisters means knowing me. They’ve seen me at my weakest and at my best. They have also helped me not to take myself so seriously, though I’m just now starting to really understand what this means. I look forward to years of laughter (sheer stupidity in fact) and good talks. I’m glad you, my sisters, are on this journey called life with me.

Carpe Diem, Folks!

I'm on my last day of the Neuro Linguistic Program (NLP) training and have had a ball! I've always considered myself a decent communicator, but there is nothing like a trained and experienced professional in the art of communication to blow one's "knowledge" to Hades. I am so excited to dig my claws into this business after having just been exposed to it. I see common folks being their own bosses and having lives that most of us dream about and think two things, "Maybe this is too good to be true..." and "What was I doing at a desk job for over three years?" Who doesn't want to be their own boss? Isn't entrepreneurship the heartbeat of capitalism? Yes, I AM a capitalist, and I NEVER want to work for a boss again (disregard the fact that I still am...ha). Hopefully, I will not be eating my words in a few years.

My friend, Laura, wrote me and said my move inspired her to move. YES! Why the heck not? Were we created to be tied to computers? I have always said that one never ever gets the fruit in life if he/she is not willing to go out on a limb! Why are so many of us addicted to mediocrity? Why are we not willing to take more risks and make more mistakes in love, in life and in business? The world is ours, which is why living in this great nation (the greatest on earth!) is such a privilege! We can do anything. We can come up with an idea and run with it. Of course, supply and demand plays a key factor in determining our success or not, but why not go for it? I would rather fail on my own terms than never to have tried and spend my life wondering "what if?"

I suppose that is enough ranting for the day. Carpe Diem. Carpe Diem.

I am weird

I know many of you are checking this periodically, and I thank you--mostly because your checking this keeps me accountable to continue writing updates. I must tell you that I'm starting my third week and am loving it. I was on my way into town (Denver) this afternoon and had to smile as I viewed the mountains and listened to Rush Limbaugh. Tell me, how does life get any better? Bill Twyford (the father) gave me a big hug tonight and said, "Kim, I just want to tell you again what a perfect fit you are for our weird family." Cute. I love that they are unabashed about being themselves, which includes being weird from time to time. I know weird. I grew up weird. I am weird. I guess that's why I fit in, eh?

I do have one funny story (because how could I not have??). Every afternoon, I take one of the four-wheelers down to get the mail. Well, yesterday, I reached the mailbox and the four-wheeler stalled. I thought, "Hmmmm....that's odd...." So I tried to start it but to no avail. Finally, after about the sixth time of trying to start it, I had a brilliant moment: I realized there was no gas in the stupid thing!!!! DOH! Anyway, I had to walk to the house (altitude + distance makes for a good work out) only to realize we have just a smidgen of gas left in one of our storage units, so I headed back down to see if this would be enough gas to get the four-wheeler started. Nope. On my way back up the hill the second time, two friendly garbage truck men asked if they could give me lift (I love down to earth country folk). I said, "No thanks fellas (huff and puff), it's just up here on the left (1/2 mile that is)..." Long story short (whoops), I had to go into town (Bailey, which is also the name of my mother's pig in case any of you had forgotten) to get gas, fill up the four-wheeler and drive it home. Good times, good times.

Starting Thursday, I will start to learn the Twyford business. I'm quite excited. I read Dwan's book and couldn't put it down. Dwan and Bill have a "boot camp" in Denver, which works perfectly for me to drive down. I'm excited to see them in action. Their story is so "The American Dream," which is why I'm passionate to learn. I have always been interested in the Real Estate business, so here is my chance. They've also said any of my relatives and friends who are interested can join them for no cost! They speak all over the country, so let me know if any of you are interested. Lord willing, Dwan's infomercial is debuting this fall....

I'll be posting pictures of the house and such soon. Stay tuned! Ta ta....

This is the Twyford family. Here you see them dressed in their "I buy houses for cash" suits! They gave me one, but I have yet to wear it. 

Happy Days on Capitol Hill

Serving Senator Burns with a smile! Bear with me as I learn to post pictures on my blog. I admit my ignorance with technical details.

Hypocrisy Abounds

John Bolton's nomination as the US ambassador to the United Nations had been blocked repeatedly by Senate Democrats on the grounds that he can't be trusted to "play nice." To no one's surprise, these same Democrats were outraged at the President's actions Monday by proclaiming that this "abuse of power is not democratic." Though I claim to be no advocate of all of President Bush's decisions, I do have news for the Democrats: abusing the filibuster is not democratic either. The Democrats had their chance to live out democracy but instead, chose to play the coward and just not vote at all. I smell hypocrisy.

While I do think John Bolton needs help in the fashion department, I do not think his being "tough as nails" is going to harm our "credibility" with the United Nations. Give me a break. After all, didn't Iraq under Saddam chair the UN conference on disarmament? Again, I smell hypocrisy.

Just one girl's opinion...