An understandable mistake...

Wes and I are sitting in gospel doctrine on sunday listening to a wonderful lesson that was well thought out and planned, when he leans over to ask me a question. "What is Sister Osborne's first name?" Shoot, I can't remember. I started mulling it over in my mind.

W:"It's Sharon isn't it?

K: Definitely, that's it.

You see, Wes had to teach his lesson in the third hour and wanted to borrow her chalk. Assuming we remembered her name he jumped up and went to talk to her.

W:Sharron, great lesson and do you mind if I borrow your chalk?

Sister Osborne:No problem and by the way, it's Jennifer(name has been changed to protect identity).



After church Wes told me what had happened and how embarrassed he felt. He then asked me why I so positively told him her name was Sharron. I knew her name was Jennifer, why did I do that?

Then this image flooded my mind....











It's times like these that our minds prove to be a very powerful things.

Muffin top=colon cleanse

Dear anyone who cares.
Tomorrow is the day. I'm going to try my mother's cleanse. My goal is three days, we'll see if I prove weak or strong. Wish me luck!

Love,
Muffin Top

Monday House

There is this little blog that I really like a lot. The writer describes her house on Monday's as Monday House. When I woke up this morning I discovered I too suffered from Monday house. This is what I saw...

Oh, and this is Monday me...yuck!
It's funny because Saturday night our house is always spotless. It's like Sunday is literally a day of rest, no one picks up after themselves, not one dish is washed, we take off our clothes and drop them on the floor. I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet. It's weird.

However, I have inherited some OCD traits from my mother and father and can't stand the mess very long, so here is how the house ended the day...

My house is sparkling, but I still look the same. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

A Great Compliment

Tuesday nights I have Den/Pack meeting. I usually throw my scout shirt in the car and hurry and put it on in the parking lot before I walk into the church building for our activities. Then right at 8:15 I'm often found unbuttoning the hideous thing as I walk out the door. I have been laughed at by my former YW presidency(who I just think are jealous they don't get to wear a khaki colored uniform to all of their activities). However, this particular pack meeting was different and not because it was Pinewood derby. One of my scouts mothers came up to me and told me that not many people could pull off looking cute in the scout uniform but somehow I could. I almost cried, I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. It was so sweet.

What compliments have you received recently?

The Budding Photographer

Every now and then I'll do a post on my blog. When I do, I retrieve my camera to find the latest and greatest photos we've taken (which unfortunately aren't usually so great). It never ceases to make me smile when I come across these gems...

all of which were taken by Logan. Yes, that's right. He likes to take the camera and pose things(and by things I mean, his toys, or even himself. His self portrait kinda freaked me out a little. His mouth looks really weird.). Then he will cleverly put the camera back where it belongs until I discover what he's been up too. What do you think about the talent?

Musical Beds

We've been playin' a little game at our house, to torture mom and dad.

It's called wake up 50 million times a night, run around, and just be bad.

Then notice the suns not up yet, and decide we are still tired.
Let's find a new bed, quick...hurry before the nights expired.

Go back to my bed? No way. Oh here's one, this will do just great.
But wait, there's someone already in it, no worries, just snuggle up close for goodness sake.

She won't mind my elbow in her face, or a little head next to her pillow to share.

This isn't working , it's not fair.

Your wrong my little friends, I do, I really mind.

How do you keep your kids in their own beds and still stay kind?

Thanksgiving

Our little family had a wonderful holiday. My parents drove in all the way from colorful Colorado to spend it with us. How grateful I am for the love of parents who taught me how to love my kids boundlessly through their love for me. My dad(who can do anything) spent the week fixing all the odds and ends in my house. Seriously he started Friday at 11:30pm and didn't finish until 10:00pm Saturday night. He is awesome, thanks Dad, everything is working great!

My mom and I had a great time together, as usual. We shopped, ate out, went to the movies, and made our way to the Canton fair. I love spending time with you, your a great friend.

Our meal was tasty, but I think we would all agree the best part was the pumpkin cheesecake from Olive Garden. It must have weighed 20 lbs, and was worth every calorie!

Now that things are semi back to normal we have gotten back into our regular routine. Monday was filled with regular monday activities; gym, grocery shopping, laundry, and cleaning. While doing these activities I decided to take a more invested interest in what the boys did and said to me today. Here are a few...

Ben did-as I cleaning up the breakfast dishes something caught Ben's eye. He bent down and reached under the dish washer and pulled out a old nasty piece of popcorn. Before I could swipe it away, he popped it in his mouth and said, "Um, nummy!"

Logan said-Frog is obsessed with making paper airplanes. We made fifty of them during sacrament meeting on Sunday to keep him quiet. But our friend sitting behind us made a sweet one that really flies(don't worry, it was tested at home after church). He carried that thing around the rest of the day and insisted we bring it to the gym and grocery store yesterday. While my mom and dad were here they brought some of my old stuff. In that stuff was an old, blue jewelry box. Logan loved playing with the "cool box with a lock." Once I told him what that box was called he said, "Mom, let's just call it an airplane box instead."