Kris Jenner . . . And All Things Kardashian by Kris Jenner Page B

greater all the time.
    O n February 2, 1985, our friends O.J. Simpson and Nicole Brown were married. Before the wedding, O.J.’s buddies—Robert, his brother, Tommy, A. C. Cowlings, football great Marcus Allen, and Donald Moomaw, pastor of Bel Air Presbyterian, who was going to perform the ceremony—decided that O.J. could use a little marriage Bible study to prepare for the major step of matrimony. They thought that O.J. needed a little counseling, just to talk about what it meant to be in a monogamous relationship and how to be a good husband. They wanted O.J. to give this, his second marriage, a really good shot.
    He had been married to an amazing lady, Marguerite. She was beautiful and they had gone to school together. He walked away from that relationship when he fell in love with Nicole, and I thinkall of us were afraid of his wandering eye. We were hoping for the best. We were hoping this would be a solid relationship and that they would be together forever, because they were so much fun to be around as a couple.
    O.J. and Nicole were married in a tent in the backyard of O.J.’s house on Rockingham Drive. OJ was thirty-seven; Nicole, pregnant with their first child, was twenty-five and never looked lovelier. I remember being so happy for her. I felt like they had both been through a lot, and sacrificed so much for each other to be together. I thought Nicole was finally going to have her happily-ever-after.
    The years passed quickly, almost in a blur. Robert and I continued in our strong faith and religious practice, both in our home and at church. We both loved the Lord. We went to church on Sundays. We had all our kids christened and took them every Sunday to Sunday school. Our home was filled with faith and love, and I was really proud of that. I started going to the Tuesday community Bible study in Santa Monica, which I loved. In Bible study, I met two of my closest friends:
    Candace Garvey and Dru Hammer. Dru was married to Michael Hammer, grandson of Armand Hammer, and Candace eventually married the baseball great Steve Garvey. Through Bible study, I met these two lifelong friends and many others.
    I had an amazing social circle at the time. We had girl luncheons for everyone’s birthdays, celebrations for
everything.
Joyce Kraines, Sheila Kolker, Shelli Azoff, Cici, Candace Garvey, Lisa Miles, and me—old friends and new. We were always having tennis parties, barbecues, concerts, dinners at Morton’s, Chasen’s and L’Orangerie. We were all having babies at the same time too. Our kids grew up together. It was like they had a whole bunch of cousins—the families were that close—and we all did the same things—like getting our boobs done.
    It was 1988 by then, and a few of my Bible study girlfriendswere having their boobs done. Pretty soon,
everybody
was having boob jobs. Of course, I decided I needed a boob job too. I had four kids and the boobs were looking like they could use some perking up. So I scheduled the surgery.
    I will never forget waking up a few hours later. My eyes opened and I could see my girlfriend Sheila Kolker hovering over my bed squealing, “You look like a supermodel!” I was so groggy.
I do?
I thought. But I couldn’t tell. I was still covered in bandages. After I healed, I realized that because my doctor had put the implants
under
the muscle, it didn’t even look like I had my boobs done at all. In those days, under the muscle was safer, but that didn’t give you those high, perky, fabulous boobs that you see on Playboy bunnies, which was what I was seeking. Staring in the mirror, I was like,
Hello? Where are my boobs?
    I started talking to Nicole Simpson about it. “Well, I want to get my boobs done too,” she told me. By then, she and O.J. had had their two children, Sydney and Justin, so she was ready to perk up her boobs, just as I had been.
    “Have him do your boobs first, and I will see how yours look and then I’ll do mine all over again,” I told