Spue, puke, throw, vomit, chuck...

Last night Wes and I were watching a strange movie about these people being infected with an alien virus. They contracted the virus by being thrown up on(right in the face). So needless to say I've got puke on the brain. Our car is in the shop and I have been driving around a really nice rental. However the rental was chosen to be leased today so I had to trade it out for a new one. The new car is nice too, but the interior is tan. I've decided that tan interior makes me want to vomit. What else makes me want to vomit? Well,
-cub scouts who pick their noses
-raw chicken
-the other day when Wes sneezed and a slimy boog landed on my cheek(really sick!!)
-the smell of spit
-dog hair
-fish and brussel sprouts
-white pimples
What makes you want to vomit??

What we've been up to...

Logan had his first soccer game this weekend and it was quite entertaining. Wes is the coach and has a great time with these kiddos. We have a great group to work with, the parents are so sweet as well. We are The Hurricanes or as Logan calls the team, "Haricanes" (Only fitting after our visit from Ike).

The other day I was making dinner and found Logan and Ben like this....

Logan said, "Mom, don't we look like clowns?" My only response, "Yes, you sure do!"

My little nerds.

In other news, our Women v-ball team won this past Thursday. We have never won a game in the three years we have been in the ward, it was quite the accomplishment. My YW team almost won their games which was almost as exciting. And, I got a new calling yesterday at church, Den leader assistant. Karen & Spence, I feel like I need to call you guys and get some advice. That's about all to report on, how was your weekend????

XYZ...

I got a new pair of jeans a few months ago, but because I live in Texas I haven't had the opportunity to wear them. So this morning when it was still in the 70's I decided I had waited long enough. I slipped them on and they fit so nicely and looked great with the ensemble I prepared and headed out the door for the day.

Just to recap, a few weeks ago we had some guests over. The gentelman was speaking to us and looked down mid-sentence and said aloud, "Oh, my zipper is down, better take care of that!!" I was so embarrased for the fine fellow and came to the conclusion that if I were in his place I would probably excuse myself from the residence and never make contact again. But he pulled up his zipper and calmly finished his thoughts.

Now, back to today. Tuesday and Thursday I "work" with Wes. 10 to 2 I ran to the bathroom and then headed out the door to pick up the boys. I walk inside the school wait a few minutes, make small talk with the teachers, and then head over to our public library to pick up some books. After standing in line and once again making small talk with just about everyone in the library I check out my books and take the boys to the car. I got the boys situated in their seat belts and then just as I was about to buckle my own belt I noticed. "XYZ Kate", geez, how long had that thing been down?

Embarrased...mortified...surprisingly no. What's the big deal about a zipper being down I've decided. The kind jean people have made that extra piece of material that covers up your unmentionables. So what gives? I calmly pulled it back up and continued my day.

So my question to you today is, how do you react when you realize your fly is down?

It's FINALLY here!!

(Now that everyone has been in school for several weeks)I'm proud to say that Thursday was our first day of school. The boys were so excited, especially Logan. Ben kept saying, "I lub skul." Wes and I decided several months ago that I would come and work with him at his office twice a week when the boys are at school. I was so excited. So to sum it up it was an exciting day.