So peaceful. The entire neighborhood is quiet (or is that my earplugs?)

The kids are asleep, and I've managed to bathe all the dirt off of me from this mornings torturing, agonizing, harrowing yard work. No hyperbole people. None at all.

I've doodled and diddled some writing, not the greatest, but something. A bit everyday. Like working a muscle. Ouch, please don't talk about muscles. I can feel every single one, and that can't be right...

I've visited some family bloggeroo's and ached for childhood. I miss my cousins I never see, cousins I hardly even know anymore. Bless Brett's family for always staying close.

And now I'm watching "Deal or No Deal," tsk-tsking the greedy contestants. "Give me a penny, I want a penny." Can't you just be happy with a dollar, or a hundred even. Why always the penny? There are like 15 other good cases people. I wish they would say, "Anything but the half-million." That at least won't make the person feel too horrible about opening up a $500.

Future goal: coach stupid contestants on polite game-show etiquette.

People who don't watch this show have just switched to a different blog. I'm about to myself.

Kelly Out (not outside. Never again. Ouch.)

P.S. I bought a Mimosa Tree. I like the sound of that...Mimosa. Mimosa. Oh, the tree's nice too!

28 going on 70

How Brett ever lowered himself to marry me, when he had all these beautiful women around him, is beyond me.

But I try not to question someone else's bad decisions when they benefit me so much. President Obama anyone?

(Boy, I hope my father-in-law doesn't read this. He'd disown me.)

This last weekend was Brett's 10 YEAR HS reunion.

Many spouses of the reunion-attendees weren't super excited to be there. Like Jay here. But I was!!

Bad picture. Anyway, the SBO's did an awesome job planning. It was held at Noah's, and they had Rock Band, Ping Pong, and Casino Night. Jay and I got pretty crazy on the Craps Table.

Here is Brett rockin' out with his friend Anna (Onnuh). They're blury, you see, because they were rocking so hard their very aura's were vibrating with the sounds. Or because I can't take pictures. Probably the latter.

Speaking of Anna, she is one lucky ducky. Here I am, gambling my soul away to win a gift basket, and she puts in three tickets and wins TWO TIMES. Just goes to show, gambling gets you nothing. While not gambling gets you a gift basket from Blue Botique.

The absolute best part of the night was when Jo looked in the "special" basket and saw the "shrinking cream". She asked, innocently as can be, "Why would you want to shrink 'it'."
I could only casually reply, while surpressing my laughter, "It's for her."
"Oh!!!"
I love Jo.
I love Anna.
It was an awesome night. I wonder if I had more fun than Brett after all...

Kelly Out

I BELIEVE! Aka, for Natasha

Sometime in February I went insane and decided to remodel my kitchen. By myself. With no prior knowledge what-so-ever.

And keep in mind as you read, that I am no photographer or professional home decorator, like PW or Liz. So forgive...well, everything you're about to see.

After about a month, Brett got pretty excited too. Of course, most of the work was done at this point. So I thought.

I don't have before pictures, because, frankly, I don't ever want to see that old kitchen again. Ever. I will drown it in gasoline and burn it alive, if I must.

This is what we had left over. Beautiful red mahogany cabinets, with a gorgeous, colorful back splash provided by Scott's Tiling.

And of course, a delicious loaf of bread provided by my wonderful RL President, Sister Warner. My kids didn't know bread could be warm!

And I didn't know that one day I would love my kitchen. Warm bread and pretty kitchens used to be a myth to me. I am a believer. Hallelujah.

And yes, I appreciate the IRONY that I have three ovens and that my children have never tasted home baked bread. Ironecles, you feisty devil you.

Kelly Out

Why they get away with everything...

It all began when my son saw my camera in my purse. "Take our picture mom!" The kid is in love with the camera.

I am in love with these kids!

I don't know who these people are.

Not a clue.

The Time Travelers Wife

Very impressed. Much better than "My Sisters Keeper", although this time I was wishing they did change the ending.

Fortunately and UNfortunately, they did not. Bitter-sweet. I loved it. I would see it again. I will one day own this movie and watch it until it breaks. Okay...maybe I'm exaggerating just a bit...

Maybe not.

We'll never know.

Go. Off the computer, to the movies, I command you!

Kelly Out

PS: if you need someone to go with, I'd be happy to Tagalong.

I'm LOVIN' It!

Somehow, without doing anything (literally) I've managed to lose four more pounds. I could kiss my overweight body right now, if that wasn't really weird...

So, lack of fast food every day really does help. And I bet walking with Tanya those two times was pretty good.

Oh, and the fact that it's four million degrees and I sweat when I even think about moving.

"Why are you all sweaty?"
"Huh? Oh, I just peeled and orange."

Wanna go walking tonight Tan?

Love
Me

Name Change

I've decided to change "Ironicus" to "Ironecles"

So...just make sure you update his name in all your address books.

Kelly Out

For Susan

Tonight is a very special night for our family, living and deceased.

Tonight we are doing Aunt WuWu's temple work.

It was a year ago on Sunday that she passed away from a short but painful battle with cancer.

I hope we get to feel her Spirit tonight.

Kelly Out

P.S. We'll also be doing my paternal grandfathers work tonight: baptism, confirmation, priesthood ordinance, the works. I'm really excited! It'll be fulfilling to seal him to his children and wife who have already passed. I'm excited to be sealed to him. He was a great, funny man!

Today is a Gift, that's why it's called the Present

When did we all become women, wives and mothers? When did the click of my high heel cease to have young handsome boys turning to "check" me out? When did Sundays consist of sneaking into Primary to assist my four year old with an opening prayer? When did I start rehearsing Aesop Fables and warning my children to "do as I say and not as I do?"

When did I go from "Maid of Honor" to "Matron of Honor"? When did a weekend "in" sound more appealing than a weekend "out"? When did my calendar consist mostly of washing dishes and doing laundry? When did Family Home Evening become an actual Family Home Evening?

I saw a picture of a friend from HS today. She's a mom of three. She looks like a woman. She looks like a mom. So do I.

Happiness is in the answers to these questions for me.

Happiness is my present in view of my past, in hope for my future.

Happiness is my now.

Ironicus

Those Greeks were pretty thorough. They had explanations for everything under the blanket-term "Gods". There is a Goddess of War, a God of Vanity and Wine, a Goddess of Good Looks, a God of Judgement, of the skies and the rains and the waters and the underworld and the underarms...wait. They attribute everything from vanity to pride to crazy hair to these Gods. Somehow these Gods are ALWAYS involved.

But I can't recall anything that explains IRONY.

So I've created Ironicus.

Ironicus struck today, again. Everything I needed to accomplish today, aside from buying shoes and tanning, was OUTSIDE. I knew there was a chance at rain, BUT COME ON! I washed my car, and the torrential downpour began (you're welcome). I won't tell you what else I had to do outside because it's embarrassing. Here's a hint: it's August, and I'll be back out there in December reversing today's chore. Not to mention a good friend is to be married outside tomorrow. Pray for them, pray for me.

ANYWHO, happy rain folks. I really do enjoy the rain. I just wish it would work around my schedule. I mean really, is that too much to ask? Narcissus anyone?

Kelly Out (in the rain)