Muddy Footprints and Tears of Joy

Today I found out that one of my husband's old friend has died and although I never was close with him I couldn't help but just ball my eyes out. He was so young and that always just makes it so much harder for me, and he left behind 4 children, and I couldn't help to think of my wonderful husband and how completely lost in this world I would be without him. I only have a few memories of my husband's friend---one that makes me laugh is Tim and I and our girls were swimming at our community pool and his friend started talking to Tim and asking him about his family then gestured over at me and asked who I was and Tim said "my wife" and his friend flip out in disbelief and said oh "I thought she was one of your kids". Tim laughed so hard and teased me for days. At first I couldn't even see how I could be mistaken for his daughter, but as I look back here I was doing cannon balls, back flips, and splashing and being a total goof, and I substantially lack womanly curves, so yeah in his defense I could possibly be seen as a child. I guess everyone still lives on in our memories, and this one always makes me smile....
So Tim rushed home at lunch to rescue me and he accidently left muddy footprints all over the floor. He apologies for the mess as I hug him goodbye and at that moment I have never been more grateful to have muddy footprints on the floor. Hold on to your loved ones just a little tighter today, laugh a little longer, kiss more, forget about the little things--they never matter, and love your heart out!

quick update--pictures later.

Ok so I'm a very very very visual person, just ask my husband any time he tries to explain anything to me I always stop him mid sentence and say "oh just draw me a picture"--which for a published artist it should be easy for him, but when I try to explain things through pictures ummm let's just say van gogh comes to my mind, and not because of my wicked skills in artistry. So because of this little quirk of mine I hate posting anything with out a picture, but what the heck here I go.....

GOOOOOAAAAL--soccer has begun! woo hooo. I love love love soccer, my girls ehh i'm not quiet sure. My littlest Kamryn just barely turned 4 in time to play this year and she is so clueless out on the field. She won't chase or kick the ball and she tells me "well mom no one kicked the ball to me", and Kylee, my little dreamer just dances and spins and twirls on the field and is in her own little world. Kiora is doing great, as long as her coach doesn't kill her{I’m paraphrasing here} I'm just so excited to see girls actually playing soccer. When I played soccer I was the only girl, but as you all know by now I wasn't much of a girl back then, so I guess it's no surprise I was just being one of the guys grrrrr. I love soccer.

MY WICKED LITTLE CHILD--Kiora got one of the lead parts in her school musical {THE WICKED STEP MOTHER} oh and she is just a natural. It is so weird how each one of my children seem to be living out my dreams and desires as though it's imprinted into their D.N.A. Kylee is my little fashion designer, photographer and model, Kiora is the drama queen, writer, musician and little genius child with perfects aims scores, and Kamryn is my dancer. My girls know a little about me dancing and cheering but that is about it, yet they all still seem to be living out my childish dreams. Kylee performance was quite rememberable too... umm her daddy got a close up of her chewing her gum and scratching her bumm--hilarious thankfully she was sleeping while we all watched the video of the play.

My HUSBAND IS AMAZING!!!!!!! enough said and life is just crazy busy the way I like it. Everything seems to be falling in to place. I love my callings at church, my husbands got a job, the girls are doing great at school, I'm still madly in love with my high school sweetheart. LIFE IS GOOD>

Raising a Genius!

My girls went back to school on Monday--I've lost the cord to my camcorder and my camera went buzzerk so that explains why there haven't been any photos lately---awwwe---anyways they looked adorable you're just going to have to trust me. That morning we had a yummy big breakfast and we dropped them off, no tears . When we get to school we are bombarded by praise and admiration for our brilliant daughter. First her old teacher kept asking us if we had seen her scores, and then her new teacher, and then the principal and administrator started freaking out and talking about how they want to award her and have a banquet in her honor. . . I kind of got lost because I had no idea what everyone was talking about so I just smiled and nodded and let Tim do the talking, then later I asked him what all the fuss was about and he explained they were talking about her AIMS test she had taken before summer break that she had scored perfect scores on majority of the tests--No surprise to me she is my daughter after all j/k. Anyways the way everyone was freaking out over it made me kinda of wonder how much they were getting paid and profiting over my daughter's test scores to want to throw her a party lol, but I'm always in for a party, so I guess it's ok this time. Personally I do not feel test ever show true intelligence, and it's unfortunate our nation focuses so much on the tests and not on education and learning--such is life we always have to measure this and that so we can boast about how smarter or better we are than the other guy.

Anyways I love Kylee's teacher and she's pregnant so that makes me love her even more. I'm just so happy to have my girls in a tiny little school sheltered from the crazy world at least for a little while. Oh and I bet Kiora is happy that it's normal here to get married young and have a big family, so when I go to school to volunteer they won't introduce me as her older sister--yep happened twice at two different schools, poor thing. It makes me sad no one ever believes that she is mine : ( I guess it doesn't help that I'm the runt of the family and at just 10 years old she almost towers over me, and we wear the same size clothes and shoes oh and she's Blonde. Oh well //// yeah for back to school.

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Husband Bashing

WOMEN SAY THE DARNEST THINGS about their husbands.

So today our lesson was about eternal families, and I found it just a little funny that the whole room of ladies in a fun loving, joking kind of way, started to bash their husbands. I know they weren't trying to be mean or any of that, but I find it interesting how many times I find myself in the middle of a group of ladies that have something to say about their husbands. The funniest thing I can remember it was around valentines days and there was a group of about twelves of us eating dinner and the ladies got off on a subject about how men complain that women make up stupid holidays to get candy and gifts and men don't get any special days for them bla bla bla--and then one of the girls blurtered out "we give them sex once a week what more do they want", and I almost died. I don't think I need to tell you how that conversation went. . . any who today the question was asked, "were there any surprises after you got married". The surprises that came to my mind: love notes, and flowers, dinners, and get aways, kids in bed, candle lit massages, and bubble baths, waking up to a spotless kitchen etc those kind of surprises, but apparently I didn't understand the question because there was an out pour of silly things about the quirks of men. I truly am so so blessed to have such a wonderful and amazing husband who I adore and I can't imagine a more perfect man. Do I feel left out when the bashing begins and I can't find even one thing to say--umm yeah maybe a little--ok not really. I guess I truly am lucky in love. Yeah I did have a list I made when I was younger of the perfect man, but I didn't get much past blond hair, blue eye, cute butt, and loves kids. Well my now perfect husband has a least 50% of that list so I didn't do to bad, I'm not much one for lists any way. After the giggles died down the lesson was just AMAZING today was just a great great day! I just want to give a shout out to all you men out there KUDOS to you for driving your women crazy.

Testing an app

Here I go I love apps! I just found this one and I'm testing to see how it work hubbies cooking I'm holding my baby typing with one thumb gotta love technology and multiTasking. School starts tomorrow I sure hope I can take off work

I GIVE UP--I'M JUST ME

umm so lately I have been trying to become more "domestisized" you know becoming a typical good house wife--cooking, cleaning, sewing all that jazz, and the other day it came to my realization that I SUCK AT BEING NORMAL, so I'm just going to be me. This realization came to me about midnight when I, after several attempts to sew elastic, broke the needle off of my brand spanken new sewing machine. Get this my sewing machine is one of those high tech, fancy smacy, does all the work for you, automatic ones and I can't even get that to work right. I came balling to my husband--my hero who always makes everything better, and we had a few laughs about my total incompetence and then he told me how I should have have done it correctly--yup a sewing lesson from a dude. ANywho I wouldn't say I'm throwing in the white flag just yet, but I'm going to focus my energy else where for a while. I did happen to manage to sew some fantastic curtains, a few skirts and some aprons--all of those on an old fashion regular sewing machine lol, and I have come a long long way in my cooking so I should be happy about that. It's funny to look back and it amazing me how we survived with my primitive home making skills--take out and frozen foods were my specialty. The great thing about my weakness is I now have a husband who loves loves to cook and is fantastic at it, so I think I will take credit for that because if I hadn't been so terrible at cooking he never would have step a foot into the kitchen. Now I know, I know the best way to a mans heart is through his stomach--LAME so I will still work on becoming more like Rachael Ray, but I definitely won't be rushing to get a new needle for my sewing machine anytime soon. Some day I'll get to those scrap books, and decorating my house, and learning to blog, and . . .. . . . . . . . WOMEN are amazing especially all of you amazing house wives. Until then I take comfort in the song who I am by Jessica Andrews

Trying to be Honest

Wednesday I was in Tempe for work and to get in some much needed shopping and city time--yeah I am still trying to adjust to living in the middle of no where. When we stopped to get gas the sign said $3.35/ gallon but when we filled up it only charged us $2.35/ gallon. Yeah I know $2/gallon what a steal, so obviously with our greedy oil tycoons there had to be a mistake, so I went into the store and told the guy that we were only charged $2.35 instead of $3.35 (I thought that I had explained it perfectly several times but the poor guy was Chinese and kept saying I don't understand. I tried several different ways to let him know he was practically giving gas away, and he didn't seem to believe me. At first I couldn't believe my eyes either because I haven't seen gas prices that low for years. Finally he said OK I'll have someone look at it to get rid of me and left it at that) Never in my life has doing the right thing been such a chore, but I at least tried my best--poor guy BUT YEAH FOR ME CHEAP GAS. The day only got better from there. I got free Target gift cards from work and found jeans on sale for under $5.00 so I went on a shopping spree and didn't have to spend any of my own money, and then Tim got called by his old boss asking for his help to hit some deadlines--woo hoo $$$$$. Oh happy day. Oh and if that silly goof still hasn't figured out his gas is priced wrong it was the gas station on the corner of kyrene and eliot--go check the pumps for fun who knows you might get lucky.

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