Kevin

I've been tagged to tell about my sweetie, so here's the run down:



What is your husband's name? Kevin, AKA: Kev, Kevi

How long have you been married? We will hit 14 years on June 25th.

Who eats more sweets? Right now he does. All the sweets I like have milk and eggs in them. Stupid milk, stupid eggs!

Who said I love you first? I really don't remember, I want to say he did.

How old is he? 15+20-2

Who is taller? Kevin, by 12"

Who is smarter? uhhhhhhhhhhhh, I think he is. He probably thinks I am. It really depends on what kind of smart is needed!

Who can sing better? I think I can...but I don't know, because I can't hear anyone else sing.


Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? we both sleep on the right side. The wrong side is full of shoes and dust!

Who mows the lawn? Kev does. I love mowing, but it's too difficult to do with kiddos the trying to help, and the little girls wanting to be held and needing to be supervised outside (no fence!). That and it's a fairly large task. It's a huge lumpy bumpy yard!

Who cooks dinner? I do. He stopped cooking when we went dairy/egg free. We call it "ingredient free". LOL

Who drives? If we are together, he does, so I can hear him talking to me.

Who kissed who first? I honestly don't remember, it was over 14 years ago! I remember the kiss though! Maybe he kissed me first...I don't remember! How bad is that?

Who asked who out? I did. Just don't tell my mom! Hahaha

Who has more siblings? Me, he's an only child.

Who wears the pants? I like Doreen's answer, but I really have to say I do.

What is his love language? Don't know - I'll have to read the book.


I won't tag anyone, everyone I know has already been tagged I am sure. Who reads my blog anyway? Leave a comment so I know!

Please note...

Please note that this is MY blog. If you don't like my title, you really needn't fret, simply click the red X in the corner. I had it installed just for that purpose. If you do like it, you probably know me personally, know my sense of humor, and where this came from. Maybe you have no idea who I am, and you still like it. Good for you! You have a slightly demented sense of humor too! Truth be told, everyone who has kids, has naughty kids. They simply vary in their degree of naughiness. Naughty at my house is a funny thing. We celebrate underarm mints, CPBs, and peanut butter eating under the bed.

webbed toes are awesome!

We have a lovely campfire smell now

Don't let your kids read and cook.
That's all I have to say about that.

Easter Basket

Here is my latest Cricut creation! Happy Easter!

It's aliiiiiiiive!

Well, technically, its not alive...but it's done! Now on to 4 dresses and another quilt I need to finish! It never ends!

10 random things about me

I will play along and pretend to be cool like everyone else (they are cool, I am pretending, I didn't mean to say that they were pretending to be cool like I am. Pretending that is, not that they are not cool like me because I am not cool, I am just pretending to be cool, whilst everyone else really is cool...did that make sense?)

1. I am not one of the cool kids.

2. I really can't stand to wear shoes. I wear birkenstocks year round, rain or snow or sunshine...and as soon as those can come off, they do!

3. I dont have any cool tattoos or body peircings...but I have some really big freaky scars from my many many surgeries.

4. I have a 2nd belly button (see #3) Ha ha ha, NO, I won't show it to you. Only special people have seen it.

5. I am profoundly Deaf. No, it's not the reason I appear to be ignoring you.

7. I had a 7th cesarean section and (barely) survived. Yes, you CAN have more than 3 of them...no, I do not reccomend it.

8. I get hit on by lesbians a little more often than I'd like. I have no idea why either. I mean seriously, when a woman is obviously heavy with child, with 5 other kids in the suburban, waiting to pick her husband up at work and decides to check the oil...what makes you think you can come up, reach around with both hands and ask if I "need a little help under the hood"?!?!?! Seriously ladies, I don't swing that way.

9. I saw a plastic surgeon the other day...his comment was, "your husband isnt here so I will say it, you've really got some nice curves under there.". Why THANK YOU! Underneath the flab and fat and lumps, and scars, I look great! It's what every woman wants to hear! That goes right up there with "wow, you used to look like that!" upon the arrival of my sister, Ahnah, visiting home from BYU. Oh and my sisters and I were checking out the birthmark on Abigayil's back, and I said "just like mommy's.", Kev pipes up with "what, the fat blubs?". To his defense, he thought we were discussing the girlie's chubbs...LMAO

10. I have a fabric fettish. I justify it as the ability to be able to supply clothes and quilts for a year in the event of a disaster. Everyone should have a year's supply of fabric!

I don't know anyone, so I won't tag anyone. Again, not one of the cool kids!