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My sister Emily and I were out shopping the other weekend.  I needed to run into Kohl’s to return a shirt.  So, we got in line and soon it was my turn.  I walked up to the counter and here is how our conversation went.

Me:  Hi…I need to return this shirt.  I bought my husband the wrong size.

Super Awesome Kohl’s Employee:  I can take care of that for you...so you guys are obviously sisters, right?

Me:  Yeah we are.

Super Awesome Kohl’s Employee:  Let me guess…twins.

Me(trying not to laugh):  Ummm….no we aren’t…I am way older than her, but this totally made my day…probably even my year! 

Poor Emily.  She’s 20.  I’m 30.

And with that experience, I will forever love Kohl’s.

Due To Popular Demand...

I didn't think to record the dancing until toward the end of the night, so this is the only one we got.  I don't know if it was more fun to watch them dance or to hear my dad and nephew laughing in the background the whole time.  Either way, here's a sample of the boys and their sweet dance moves.  Now, all they need are some Hammer pants.

We’ve Got Mad Dance Skills

Last week Mark and I bought a new game for our Wii. 

It’s hilarious. 

It’s tons of fun. 

And it’s a fabulous workout.

Have you ever played Just Dance?  If not, I highly recommend it.  So, last weekend was the perfect opportunity to make my family embarrass themselves show off their skills.

Everyone took a turn.  Jaxon and Sammi had some killer moves.  I was astonished at how many points they got just by standing there and shaking the controller.  I just might have to try their technique…I might get more points that way.

Jake and Emily shaking what their mamas gave them.  Emily is a dance minor and I definitely think doing this helped her get a jump start on her week.

The girls rockin it to a little Spice Girls.

Heck…even my Dad got out there and showed off a some sweet moves.

But if you ask me, the best part had to be the fellas dancing to a little MC Hammer.

Can’t touch this.

You Can Call Me Old Fashioned…

But talking and texting non stop during my Sunday school class drive me absolutely bananas!

Allow me to explain…

Have you ever had a calling that you thought was going to kick your butt?

Last week I was asked to be a Sunday school teacher.  The bishopric member who asked me thought I would be team teaching the 12 year old class.  Today I was made official and I was mentally prepared for a bunch of  really immature12 year olds who had just graduated from primary.

You can imagine my surprise when I walked into my classroom to find eight or nine 15 and 16 year olds.  What?!  Um…I was not mentally prepared for that.  I rebounded quickly and decided it was going to be a lot of fun.  I worked in the Young Women’s program for quite a few years, so I have some experience and I thought it would be ok.

I quickly realized it might take a while to get in a groove with this calling.  Maybe it had to do with the two girls who literally did not stop talking the whole time…despite being asked to stop and participate.  Or maybe it was when I had to interrupt my co-teacher and confiscate a cell phone from a girl who just wouldn’t stop texting and distracting half the class.  I want to have fun with these kids, and I want them to enjoy coming, but I also want a level of respect that was completely absent today.  I certainly don’t expect perfection, but I was hoping that by this age we would be past some of this kind of behavior.  Sigh.

I definitely wouldn’t say that today was a smashing success.  And I don’t know how next week will go either.  I just hope we can all get into a good groove and have some good lessons and a bit of fun this year.  Otherwise, I just might go crazy.

Oh, The Things Kids Say

My little sister Emily, is such a good sport. 

You see, several years ago, we were home for Christmas and we came up with the funniest thing.  Someone would write “Emily stinks” on a magnadoodle and then we would set it in front of one of our nieces….as if they had written it.  We thought it was hilarious.  So, over the years that message has been known to show up on random magnadoodles.  This year my niece, Sammi, got a magnadoodle for Christmas.  You can imagine how fun we thought it would be to text Emily a special Christmas message to let her know that we missed her while she was in California.  Once, all the presents were opened, I asked Sammi if I could write on her magnadoodle. 

Her response…

“Yeah…write Stinky Emily.”

I just couldn’t say no to her.  Not on Christmas.

And with that, the legend lives on.

Monday 8:45 AM

Don’t worry….it did warm up later yesterday.  The high was 2 degrees.

Welcome to Idaho.

Christmas Day…Finally

Well, perhaps before too much time has past, I should share some Christmas highlights.  This year we opened presents bright dark and early at our house with Mark’s side of the family.  I’m not sure who was more excited…the kids or the grown ups.

Mark scored this sweet BYU blanket that his awesome wife made for him.  He’s a lucky fella.

I must have been a really good girl this year…because Mark got me this.

It’s so beautiful….and I’ve already used it 4 times. 

When we finally made our way through that pile of presents, Mark and I headed over to my sister’s house to open presents with my side of the family.  They opted to open presents at a more reasonable hour of the morning.  They are so smart.

   

 

 

 

 

Once all those presents were opened, Sarah and I got breakfast ready for everyone.  Yumm!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sarah totally rocked the cinnamon rolls…and the sausage wasn’t half bad either.

Christmas day wouldn’t be complete until we had dinner and games at my parent’s house.  Everyone came and we had tons of fun playing with Dad’s train and of course….playing Mario Kart.

All in all, it was such a good day….one of the best Christmas’s ever.  And I’m kind of sad it’s over.

But, here’s looking to a brand new year. 

I think it’s going to be great.