"Mommy can build it!"

Last night Brett and I finally decided to buy a trampoline. This has been a topic of discussion since I was three months pregnant with Cohen. I've finally given in, and I'm actually quite excited.

As I was getting in the mini-van to head to the gym (welcome to my suburbian house-wife life) Cohen asked Brett if I was going to get the trampoline. Brett old him "No, we need to go to the store, and then we'll get it."

**Side note, Cohen LOVES the store. Anything store related get's his little heart a beatin'**

So then Cohen said, all excited and red-faced,"Oh, and we'll get the champline, and mommy will build it."

I LOVE my son. I hope he always thinks I build stuff. And the greatest news is, the bunk beds are still standing, much to my amazement. I was a little nervous to let my children sleep on them, especially Kembry on the bottom bunk. I could just imagine the top one falling on top of her. She's so tiny, she'd probably fit into the small space between the two. Never the less, it frightened me. But she's alive, the bunk beds are still up, and Cohen thinks I'm a carpenter. It rocks!

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PRETTY WOMAN!

Edward Lewis in Pretty Woman says, " Impossible relationships. My special gift is impossible relationships. "



I CAN FINALLY BREATHE AGAIN!

Impossible Relationships...

Maybe you can help me reader. If you can't, I don't know what I'll do. I may go insane. They'll admit me as "the woman who couldn't figure out the movie."

What movie is this line from?!

"Impossible relationships...my specialty is impossible relationships."

It's a man, and he says the first part to himself, and the second part he looks up to the heroine and says it to her. WHAT IS THIS FROM!? Weeks. I've been struggling for weeks. My mind is fried, I've thought through every movie I've ever seen, and I can't figure it out. Please, keep me from an early grave.

My husband is an Edward man! Yes!

My studly hubby-man. He finished Eclipse. Of course he acts so passe about the whole thing, which just adds to his cuteness (I'm just makin' up words now.) Of course I questioned him endlessly. "What did you think of this part?" "Don't you LOVE the ending?" "What do you think the next book will be about?" Don't you just wanna read them again already?" "Don't you just adore Jacob?" To which, he replied, "No!"

I am proud to say that my husband and I are both Edward fans. I'm sorry Tanya, but it's true. Natasha, Susan, forgive us our follies, but Edwards our man. (Brett's gonna have my head on a platter if he hears about this post.)

Anyway, I'm not sure what I'm going to do now. I've exhausted my conversational topics. This may be the last Twilight posting until the next book comes out.

YEAH RIGHT! Hahahaha, you wish.

Bunk Beds are Fun

Ever sense we got these:

I have been having troubles with this: You see, it's empty. Normally, it's stocked with diapers and other such necesseities as is needed for having two small children: Q-tips, finger nail clippers, diaper cream, etc.
However this little darling:Feels the compulsive need to CONTINUALLY do this:
But this isn't the least of my problems, amazing, I know. Because we're also having a problem with this little guy (he's so cute, how could ever been rotten? Oh, he can be, BELIEVE ME!)

Insists on removing all the letters of his name from the wall:

And throwing them on the floor:

And then REFUSING to go to bed until they're hung back up. He cried for an hour last night because he wanted his "letters on the wall."

But it's all worth it. Because, while I was building the bunk beds (that's right you nay-sayers, I built them. Brett was out getting the mattresses and I decided what the hay, I'll get 'em started.), anyway, while I was building them, Cohen helped too. And I got to enjoy some great mother-son-daughter time:

They were so excited to sleep on their new beds, they didn't even wait for them to be finished. Of course, it was 9:30 p.m., an hour past their bed time, and they were REALLY tired.

Never the less, Cohen kept helping Mommy. He's the greatest.

Anyway, when all was said and done, and the diapers are off the shelf because Kembry takes absolute advantage of not being caged in her crib, and Cohen continues with his obsessive compulsive disorder, after naps are abandoned because playing is more fun, and after many time outs because of jumping on the bed...after ALL OF THIS, it is so worth it when Cohen says, "Oh mommy, you built it for us."

I LOVE my children.

Just another reason...

Just in case you needed another reason to fall for Robert Pattinson, here are two. These two lucky women, VERY LUCKY WOMEN, got to go to the shooting of the movie we're all waiting anxiously for. Ok, maybe it's just me. Regardless, here are their blogs: Meaningful Moments and Paige's Page. (Thanks Jen for thinking of me!)

Good Morning Baltimore

I'm not sure why, and I really mean this, I'm not sure why but I really enjoy the movie "Hairspray". I say, "I'm not sure why," because, frankly, sometimes while I'm watching it, I feel, well...embarassed for the poor girl. I'M A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING, but it's true, none the less. Last night I watched it with Brett, it was his first time, and I could see it in his eyes too. The grimace, the shame, the undeniable truth that a train wreck was in progress. HOWEVER! However, ladies and gentlemen, before you turn me into the hypocricy police, I absolutely adore her. Her acting, her singing, even her less than attractive dancing. She makes me smile. Her positive outlook is infectious. She does such a great job, I'm totally convinced that the world doesn't suck while I'm watching this movie. Amazing, I know. And so, let's have a little musical Thursday, shall we?

My job and the crazy people I work with...

Because I was specifically told NOT TO post these pictures, but to delete them IMMEDIATELY, here is a post about the wonderful, if not occasionally eccentric people I love and work with. My day time Franklin Covey family:

This is Natasha. She's gorgeous, to say the least. She refers to her children as "My 8 year old and my 5 year old." Finally, we told her to just use their names. It's been a year, I think we could let the barriers down. She also likes to sing along with her radio, and she rocks. The best thing about Natasha is that she is just about the nicest person ever.

Susan didn't want her picture taken.
Becky and I didn't care much for that.
Becky and I usually get our way.

Susan regales us with stories of her grand babies, and of her kids. One time she brought in her little cute grand kids, and they were just as adorable as you could imagine. She's the best grandma. Susan likes hot chocolate in the morning and taking long walks in the park on Saturdays. Not really the second one.

**Edited**

I really like my job, so I thought maybe I wouldn't push the issue...

This is our boss, Michelle. Please don't fire me. I promise I'll erase the picture from my camera, like we discussed.

This is our minority corner. This is Colby. Colby is Ray Ramano. Seriously, HE IS RAY RAMANO. Watch "Everybody Loves Raymond" and you will know all about Colby. He has a cute girlfriend, Patrice.
Colby also loves the Twilight series. Now if only we could get him to read it...
This is Becky.
She's the one who inspired this little blog. Becky can sense a change in the weather using her magic headaches. She also gets every side effect ever. You know when they say ".9% of participants experienced this side effect," that person was Becky. We love Becky. She schemes up some seriously hilarious pranks. It's always fun, unless they're stealing your "Eclipse" novel when you only have a few chapters left. That was just mean. We love you Becky!

The one in the blue is Rebecca. Haha, which one!? Well, funny you should ask. She's the one on the right. The young beauty to her left is Tanji. She's new, and we welcome her with open arms.

Rebecca is also one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She's also extremely organized, and she loves purses almost as much as I do. She has a freakin' nice Doonie and Burke purse that one day I will steal from her. Oops, I gave away my devious plans. Oh well.

Where am I, you wonder? Alright, I don't normally put pictures of myself on my blog. But here I am with my boyfriend Brad. It's cool, Brett knows about it. He's just excited to know a celebrity.

Not pictured are our dear afternoon co-workers: Thomas, Chance and Brooke. Who we still love.
Thomas enjoys jumping out of planes and landing on snow covered mountains. He's pretty tame.
Brooke is a brave woman, who day after day drudges into work and takes on Thomas and Chance. I admire her.
Chance I know little about. The first time I met him he was dressed in short cut off shorts, with a sleeveless shirt unbuttoned, and a blonde, long haired wig. Alright, it was Halloween. In his defense, I was wearing an enormous pink skirt and had a wand. From what I hear, he's a stud.

The Zoo, WOO HOO

We went to the zoo yesterday, and it rocked some serious Cazba. Cohen got to go with his best buddy Larkin, and Kembry had Tasia...we're forcing this friendship on the girls. Deal with it! I also had a Nikon DX D70 Digital Camera with me. Lucky you. Unfortunately, I only took 250 pictures. Sorry I couldn't offer more. Yuk yuk. So here, for your viewing enjoyment (although I know most of you are saying, "What the heck, now I have to scroll through ALL THIS CRAP to get to my Twilight videos? This can't be happening...") Oh, it's happening. Captions and all.

Hmm...what to do, what to do...Huh, that doesn't look too scary, maybe I'll give it a try...

Big mistake, big mistake, what was I thinking?

Ok, it wasn't so bad. It's over now...

Now to just gently and safely put my feet on the solid ground...

I'll Just take my time, no need to hurry, I'm safe now. Crap.

Larkin and Cohen diggin the slide scene.

Larkin would smile, sure. All I get from my punks is the grimace of death.

My brave man. That's right Mom, I'm a stud.
This was interesting. I thought, "Let's put the kid in a cute pose." HAHAHAHA, like I thought I could do anything to this girl she didn't want done. Which is strange, she's so vogue, you would think she would LOVE getting her picture taken, but she doesn't.

Guess how many times we yelled at them to stop? I bet you're under...
Whoa, what the heck kinda elephant is THAT?
Ok, watch out Kembry, I'm comin' down. WHACK! I told you to watch out.
Now see what you've done. Next time you'll listen to the man whose on top of the elephant.

Tanya attempted the same thing with Larkin, at my insistance. It worked out just as well as it did with Kembry. Larkin and Kembry will forever be terrified of trees.
These are our little Savanah Aniamls.
Wha?
Greates Picture Ever.

Now, my boy will pose for me.
And give me the Bond look.
These are two men not ashamed to hold hands.
You can't see it, and I didn't want to tell Tanya at the time cause I wanted to get a picture (I'm evil, and I have a problem, leave me alone), but Larkin is sucking on the wire. I hope it tasted good. I was tempted to try it myself, he made it look so good...
For me, this was the best part of the day. You know how the penguins are always waiting by that stupid door, hour after hour, waiting for food, and that's all they do (that sounds oddly familiar, it reminds me of the one time Fazoli's wasn't open yet, and I was really hungry...) Anyway, THEY FINALLY FED THE DUMB PENGUINS! It was awesome, they would throw their fish into the water and jump in after them. The boys LOVED it.

This is what happens when I miss a day of blogging.

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A Few Short Days

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor, coworker, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way.And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower, or heart.Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help to create who you are and who you become. Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things.Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything that you possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and actually listen.Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to.Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you. You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets. Most importantly !!! If you love someone tell him or her, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store.And learn a lesson in life each day that you live.
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I'm especially grateful to be able to meet and get to know strangers. I'm sure it's made many of my friends and family uncomfortable around me, when we're out and about and I strike up a conversation with perfect strangers about completely random stuff.

A week ago I met a complete stranger, and in just a few short days I've begun looking up to her with an awe I've never felt. She's a wonderful example. She's a strong woman and mother, with an AMAZING outlook on life, love, family, and what happens when we go. In just a few short days, she's taken my view on several things, and completely 180'd me. In just a few short days, I feel a connection with her that I hope will have time grow.

You know who you are. I hope you're reading this. Thank you for everything you taught me in these few short days. And good luck today!

Downside to Brett's reading interests...

11:32 p.m.

I am sleeping, and enjoying myself immensley.

I feel a large hand on my shoulder, shaking me.

"Kelly? Kelly! I haev a question for you."

"Whaaat?" Ugh.

"How can Alice be giving Bella a pedicure?"

"What?"

"Well, what if she cut Bella? There would be blood!"

"Ugh, ok, well, maybe she's just painting her toenails."

"But it just doesn't make sense."

"Brett! Alice is very careful, and they have GREAT eyesite, and she probably has the most steady hands around. So, I'm sure if cuticles are involved, everything will turn out savvy."

Unlike the pedicures I get. There is definately blood involved in those.

"Oh. Night."

Time to laugh at myself, enjoy...

I feel almost obligated to blog everyday. I laugh at myself. But it's turned into a type of journal for me, lucky you, my two faithful readers. Ever since I became a member of the church, I have felt a strong urge to write in my journal every day, and a strong sense of guilt if I forgot or neglected to do so. And so you get to bask in the splendor that is my eternal soul in writing. Yuk yuk.

Cohen has taken on a new form of "talking back", if you can even call it that. This is basically how our conversations used to go:

Kembry: No, mine!
Cohen: No, MINE!
Mommy: Cohen, Kembry, share.
Cohen: Ok Mommy. Here ya go Kembry. *smooch*

Yes, I was spoiled. I know that now. Here is how our conversations read now.

Kembry: No, mine!
Cohen: No, MINE!
Mommy: Cohen, Kembry, share.
Cohen: NO! LEAVE ME ALONE NOW, MOMMY. *throwing himself onto the floor crying as if I had just smacked him across the face on graduation day in front of his highschool sweetheart.*

And he's not even three yet. Oh, what does the future hold for me? All I know is to never, EVER pray for patience. Those are the days where the kitchen sink explodes, the refrigerator light bulb breaks (which I had NOTHING to do with, I swear...well...maybe I had a little to do with it) I slip on the freshly mopped floor due to cat liter being drug up in diapers after an unsupervised kitty liter fight. So now you've got a headache, you can't do the pile of dishes in the sink because it's exploded, you can't see anything in the fridge, and now you're 2 year old is telling you to leave him alone now. Which, you know, you taught him. I am ashamed. I bow my head in disgrace, and I will never, EVER pray for patience again. Unless I'm on a deserted island with a pina colada...and maybe Robert Pattinson. Or Brett. I have to throw that in there, so he wont be offended. LOVE YOU BRETT!

My stud muffin hubby

I think he just wants to please me, but he seems to really be enjoying the trilogy thus far. Who knows. Either way, he's onto book three, and I'm ecstatic. Call me obsessed if you will, but for your listening pleasure, on the left side of the page towards the bottom there is a new soundtrack for New Moon. Some are Stephnie Meyers suggestions, and I've added some of my own, and one that Brett recommended. So cute, he's recommending songs that remind him of the books...sigh.