I am a Craft

I’m officially Kris Craft now. It’s odd to sign a new signature and an old signature at the same time. New ID, new accounts, new logins. It’s both exciting and tedious at the same time. The name Kris Alberti served me well, but it is definitely time for new beginnings. I am certainly not forgetting the old, as this website shows. I will look upon my years as an Alberti with gratitude and love. I will always be part Alberti, as my children bear the name. I love the Albertis, they will always be my family. That’s how family works. But I am a Craft, always was, always will be.

I wrote this for my parent’s 40th anniversary.

I am a Craft.  I am my Father, I am my Mother.  I am their daughter, I am their son.  I have twinkly eyes and an infectious smile.  I will be beautiful when I am old.  I will give you the shirt off my back, but it is likely to have a stain on the pocket from my lunch.

I love Jehovah.  I am a spiritual person, but it is hard for me.  I do not believe all the rules apply to me, because I believe in the spirit, not the letter, of the law.  This has not always worked out so well for me, but I keep seeking the kingdom.

I live for my family, especially my children.  I have given up my dreams for them more than once.   They are my joy.  I love to come home to a house full of them making noise and talking over the top of eachother.  It makes all I do seem worth it.

I am one of more than 100 that lived in an old farmhouse full of love.  I can get along with others because I try never to fight over kids or dogs.  I can whip up a meal for 30 out of my pantry.   I am kind and generous, but also suffer from SYS and will at some point yell at you.  I cry when you hurt my feelings, I cry when I hurt your feelings.

I have 3 true friends (actually more), I am blessed.  I have been a Superhero to those who needed me, I have been a Jerk to those I love.  I am there when you need me, and sometimes I need you.  I am not too proud to accept help.

I am the favorite, do not tell the others.

I am a paper shuffler and a gadget lover.  I pay ALL my taxes, but I am mad about it.  I believe that with a screw gun, handsaw and a helper I can do anything.  I’ve proved it.  I am smart and I love books, not to read, but to look at. Sometimes I am wrong.  Sometimes I am right.

In my day, I was very hip.  I loved to dress in sweaters and wear jeans under my skirt.  I am always too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer.

I have more cars per capita than anyone in my neighborhood.  I have exceeded the weight limit on every vehicle I’ve ever owned.  I am always in search of the perfect vehicle.  I have never found it.

I work too much, but not for money.  I have a hard time saying no.  Sometimes I work because I am successful, sometimes because I am failing.  I like work.  I go fishing every opening weekend every year, but I never tell fish stories, mostly I tell work stories. 

I love to sort by color, shape, and size.  I have little boxes in all my drawers, sometimes plastic when I feel rich and sometime cereal boxes when I feel poor.

I am complicated and flawed, but I am mostly a good person.  I worry about the people I love, and some I don’t even like.  When I need to, I can change, but not always as fast as people would like me too.  I want to have Joy in what I do.

My parents gave me a great start in life on so many levels.  I’ve let them down and I’ve made them proud.  They taught me to do the right thing even when it doesn’t feel right.  And to put my head down and go to work even when I’m broken.  And I’ve done it where I could.  I am a Craft.

I love you Mom and Dad.  Happy 40th!