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Hi!

So, exciting stuff from today. Well, my friend Katrina helped me make the cutest tote bag ever...THANKS Katrina!! I promise to post a picture, but I'm too lazy to do it right now.

Then I did the dishes, and then my vis teachers came over, and then I took Jethro to soccer, where Brett met us. Then we went to the park and had a potluck with some people from the ward. I played a teeny weeny bit of wiffle ball and it was fun, but it made me want to play softball sooooo bad!

The other day I asked Jethro if he had a theme song for his life, what would it be (I think I said, "If your life was a movie, what would the song be?" or something like that) and he said, "ummmm, Scripture Power!!" That's my boy. :)

In other news, I heard from one of my sisters that my brother Ethan got jumped and was in a fight the other day. He and his friend Hadyn fought with them and Hadyn got a tooth knocked out and Ethan got a black eye. So of course, I had to call Ethan and get it from the horse's mouth. I told him to tell me the story and he was like "This is the 98th time!!" wah wah, like I care! Anyway, he told me the story VERY condensed, and I asked him if it was fun and he said yeah. Of course. Haven't you always wanted to know what it feels like to really punch someone good and hard in the face? Anyway, he said he was pretty pumped on adrenalin and then was really drained afterwards. Kinda scary (but secretly kinda cool...I know, I know, I'm not supposed to admit that--but since we know it turned out okay...).

Brett was a T.A. last semester for a Senior Design class, and he was always talking about how he was doing the kids' work. Cause they had to design a thing to keep a pig's artery alive or something, so they would give their plans to Brett, and he would go make them in the shop. But he said that half the time their dimensions wouldn't even work, so he'd have to fix the

design for them before he even made it. Anyway--so he came home the other day and said that he'd been nominated and won an Outstanding T.A. award (along with 4 other people) and he got a nice little bonus check. Sweet!! Way to go honey!

And last night, right when Brett and I got in bed, Ethne woke up, so I brought her in to feed her on the bed, but she kept leaning her head way far back and looking at Brett, and smiling. So, he tried to hide under the blankets so she could concentrate on eating, but it was no use. So I finally just laid her on him, and she would smile so BIG at him, and then she would put her head down on him, and give a HUGE hug (she's really really good at giving hugs, it's so sweet), and then she'd push her head up again and smile again, and she did it over adn over. It was so sweet, like she was saying "I love you." I didn't get pictures, but here are some of them together in honor of their cuteness.

Megan

*Warning, I rambled for a long time on this one, so if you do not know my family, you can skip reading this, although I tell you that there are some really funny stories, especially the last one.*

This episode of Meet the Family is on Megan....the very first in line of the all of us nine. Talk about a tough job--I mean, being the "lazy one of the family" and all is no piece of cake either, but I don't think I'd trade. She had to take care of us a lot. Poor thing. And she didn't get a prom dress. And her chicken didn't win a ribbon. Poor thing. BUT she is incredibly awesome and talented and Beautiful. That's her with me sleeping on her, (don't I look like Ethne in that picture? --yeah right, you can hardly see my face) and then her holding me---although I don't know if she's the one that dressed me up as a pirate. Maybe that's where my piratical tendencies began. Anyway.



See, poor Megan is on the bottom of that dog pile...and that's not even all of us!

This is Megan and her husband Jared, soon after they got married.
This is me and Megan at Disneyland (and my cousin Maria and my sister Kami behind us. I know, I look weird in that picture. Oh well.)

So anyway, we'll get going with some of the best Megan stories. Well, she's very self-motivated. She always did super in school and in college took about a billion credits at a time and worked full-time as well and did extra-curricular stuff. In fact, right here on this very computer desk is a door sign that says Megan Rasmussen Health Professions Senator. She won woman of the Year at WSU one year. She is a Nurse Anesthetist, which I think is the job of an angel after my last baby's easy delivery thanks to a lovely epidural. Her leanings towards the health field got started way back when, when she was a young girl (10 or 11) on a farm in Canada. She dissected a gopher and took out all the different parts and labeled them-heart, liver, etc. Psycho.

She likes outdoor sports like snow skiing and scuba diving and hiking. She's saved at least 3 of her siblings from drowning, including me. So it's a good thing she's around. Now she has horses, chickens, and goats, and 5 cutie cute kids --Danica, Myles, Lynnaea, Kierstin and Anders.

She taught me how to crochet. When I first started wearing a bra she always snapped it. I didn't like that. Whenever we all wrestle she fights really dirty like giving wet willies, but she's pretty much the only girl brave enough to go after dad.

She was also very nocturnal. She often got out of bed in the middle of the night and went outside doing who knows what. There is a story about her and my other sister Amy and our cousin Dixie getting in trouble and being called a peeping tom. All because Dixie wouldn't stay in hiding. Or all because Megan dragged them all outside in the middle of the night, depending on how you look at it.

Now, I had to ask my sister Amy, the one closest in age to Megan, for her best Megan story, since Megan's a bit farther away from me in age, and she reminded me of a good one. Once, Amy had an assignment for school to write a letter to a loved one as if she had a terminal illness, explaining it and saying goodbye. So, Megan was up really really late studying (they were in college when this happened) and Amy handed her the letter, explained that it was an assignment for a class, and went to bed. The next thing she knew, she was awoken at 5 in the morning by a sobbing, hysterical Megan who thought the letter was real and that Amy was dying. Hee hee hee.

Amy also gave a good story about being in a car accident with Megan. When they were both working in Waterton National Park one summer, Megan asked my Grandpa to borrow his car to go to town to a rodeo. So they were driving along, and Megan was driving way too fast (Amy says) and Amy told her to slow down. Megan said, "I know how to drive," and kept speeding along. A minute or two later, they were down in the barrow pit and Amy's window was being scraped by barbed wire and it was very loud (Amy gave me a very nice demonstration of how it sounded over the phone...wish you all could've heard it). So, they knew a guy in town with a car place, so they told him their plight and said how they had no money, but they needed to get it fixed cause it was their grandpa's car. He said, "Who's your Grandpa?" and they said "John Walburger" adn he said, "I'll fix it." Hee hee. Amy claims she's been in no less than 10 car accidents with her.

I remember when Megan first met Brett, and she was the first one out of our family to meet him after Kami and Andrea (because they were at USU), and when she opened the door she gave him a huge hug and actually lifted him up and was like "Welcome to the family!!!" and I thought it was so funny. Brett's like, "Uhhhhh, hi." Ha ha ha.

But my absolute favorite favorite thing about Megan is when she starts laughing, really hard, her face gets sooooo red and and she starts crying. I love it. She and Jared lived in the same town with us in Minot, North Dakota, and she was over one night when we were having prayers and we always knelt in a circle and held hands, and Dad was getting mad at Wyatt about something and he pulled his ear, and then Megan was like, "Maybe we should just hold ears instead of hands," and so she held Wyatt's ear, and she started laughing/crying and it was the funniest thing ever.

Another time, when she lived in Grand Forks, North Dakota, and we lived in Minot, she came to visit when she was almost due to have her first baby. We were playing Pictionary one night and Dad was my partner, but he kept going off to the computer room to check scores on the internet, and so I had to keep yelling at him to come back. And one time I said "Where's my husband?" when I meant to say "Where's my partner?" and Megan found it hysterical and started laughing and choking. Really, when you watch her it's soooo funny. Well, that night her water broke and they had to rush back to Grand Forks to go to the hospital.

Okay, I just got off the phone with some more of my siblings, and my mom. This is really fun, I think I should call people for random stories more often. So, my mom told me some more stories about Megan being a hero. I remember one time bike riding and falling off and getting pretty scraped up and Megan carried me home. This kind of thing was a fairly regular occurrence. My mom said that when they lived in Leavitt, the oldest four and some cousins were playing in a pond and someone (maybe Andrea or Derek) cut their foot really badly, and Megan carried them (Megan not being very much older than them) back all the way across the field, BAREFOOT, walking on prickles and hay and all that. What a hero! Another time, Andrea fell in the pond and got COVERED with leeches, and Megan was the only one who would pick them off of her.

My sister-in-law Brooke said that her favorite story about Megan and Jared is how one time they got into a fight over hot dog buns. I wasn't there, but I can believe it. However, Brooke shouldn't talk....she and Derek got into a huge fight over the game Oregan Trail.

My brother Wyatt said that when he was really little Megan took him and Ethan to a animal museum or something and they saw snakes and stuff and she bought him little toy animals. I also remember her taking the youngest five of us to Timpanogus cave. And one time, Megan was riding me on her bike and she started going down this really big hill and she started screaming adn said, "Oh no!! The brakes don't work!" And I totally fell for it and was really scared, but she was just joking.

She was really sweet and I remember that when we moved to North Dakota and the four oldest were staying in Utah so it was the first time in our family's existence that we'd be very far apart (it was very sad), Megan made a little bag for each of us with a letter, and coloring books adn stickers and neat things for the trip. She's always thoughtful like that.

And the final, and perhaps best story of the night is also from Wyatt, and it happened last night. He and Jared were watching the Jazz game and they'd already lost two games, but they ended up winning. Megan came downstairs and asked who won, and they said the Jazz. And Megan said, "Good! I can finally get some good sex because my husband won't be worrying about the Jazz losing." Ha AHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!!! Poor Jared was very embarrassed and protested that he, of course, didn't worry about it that much. He heee hee hee. So glad I talked to Wyatt.

Tulips

Long time no blog. Well don't worry, I'm back. I've felt kinda busy, doing some stuff. Last week I joined the crowd (my mom, my sister Andrea, along with several people in the wards around here) and made some strawberry jam. It is very tasty. Hence, the picture of the strawberry on Hazel's finger in the top left. (By the way, there is some pictures of her haircut, Linds. She's still pretty cute I think, Brett!) I've done other things too, but I can't remember right now. Today I finally made Brett's REAL birthday dinner. When it was his birthday I was busy with other things that day, but I finally made him a good dinner and his FAVORITE...strawberry-rhubarb pie. He walked in and saw it sitting on the stove (it was very pretty, I must admit...lattice top and everything) and his eyes really did light up and he was sooo excited. I am not a fan of cooked fruit, so I never make any of that kind of stuff for Brett...like pies or cobblers, etc. Anyway, then I stole an idea from a friend, Julie Norwood, and wrote 28 little reasons why we love Brett and put them inside 28 balloons (cause he turned 28, get it?) and he had to sit on them to get the note out. Good times.

Here are some cute pictures of Ethne with a tulip from our house. First she wears it, then she inspects it, then she eats it. :)

And then some pictures of Hazel with a tulip, about two years ago. Awwwww.

Censored!!

Okay, so when Hazel puts on her panties by herself she has a hard time getting them exactly right. Brett and I discovered her this way and I HAD to take a picture...HAD to. *SO* funny.

And here's a funny story. On Saturday night we had a cook-out with some friends, the Harringtons, and it was very fun. Brett was dishing up some food for Jethro and he asked him how hungry he was. Jethro said, "Forty-five." Alrighty then.

I had my first Sunday playing the organ and it went pretty well. Everyone was very nice and said I did a good job. Thanks everyone! But I felt like I was hardly in Sacrament meeting at all. After the sacrament I went to sit down, except Brett had gone out with the kids because Ethne was sad. So then I fed Ethne and came back after the second talk. When I went to sit down Brett handed me Hazel and said she had to go to the bathroom. So then I took her and when I got back I sat down, but in a few minutes the last talk was done and it was time to go play the closing song.

Well, I already miss primary. Relief Society just isn't as funny. Maybe I will have to go volunteer my services to Katrina until she gets a new teaching partner. Ha ha, yeah I'll be gung-ho for that for all of two weeks. Hee hee. ;) Going to bed now. Have a good night.

sampa sana squashed banana

I feel like I don't have anything interesting to say, so I will just post some pictures. Oh wait, that's what I normally do anyway. :)


These pictures are of our little friend Morgan. We went to visit our friends who moved to Waynetown, IN a while back. We drove there right after breakfast, and my kids never do very well in the car after breakfast, and it was kinda up-and-down roads, so Hazel started getting sick. Well, we got there and got out of the car, so I thought we were safe. I asked her if she was okay, and she said yeah, but then she came up to me and said, "I need a doctah." But I still thought she'd be okay and it would wear off momentarily. So we go into their garage/entryway area and knock on the door, Kris answers it and Hazel throws up. HI! Anyway, then she felt fine and we had a fun time. We made bread and Kris says that it turned out good, so I was relieved. I have a reputation to uphold! j/k Anyway, I brought my tutus and took some pictures. I feel like I am getting to be a pro at tutu pictures. So I guess I could become a professional tutu photographer. Too bad for the boys...we'll have to get a manly colored tutu---brown maybe?


It was Brett's birthday yesterday but I didn't make a cake---bad wife! I had too many errands to run (like last minute present-shopping) and then it seemed like the forces were against me. Brett came home early, and right before he came Ethne had a blow-out. Anyway. He did get a cool Carhartt coat as a present which he's wanted all winter. Kinda late now, but that means it was on clearance. He needs a warm coat for when he's working on the car in the winter. I also got him some jeans that he needed and a cool t-shirt that says 'Red's Autobody' Full Custom and Repair' with a bird on it that reminds me of the Thrush bird, which you may or may not be familiar with. But when I very first met Brett he had a t-shirt with the Thrush bird which is a brand of muffler that he was very proud of. Too bad I didn't think to get a picture of him in his new shirt and his pants. Which are hot. Well, I mean he is hot in the shirt and pants. And out of them. But you didn't care to know that did you?

I've decided to keep Ethne in a bucket. Doesn't she fit perfectly?

What else? Well, I got my hair cut again, and Hazel's, and I don't know which Brett is madder about.

What do you think of this picture? She kinda looks like an elf, eh? A mad elf. Hee hee.
Brett says he thinks she looks like an oompa-loompa. Our little oompa-loompa. Oopa doopa, doopity doo. I have have another riddle for you. I wish I could write a few more of those lyrics, but I can't remember any more at the moment and am too lazy to look it up.
Well, that's about it for tonight. It's been a slice.

You knew this was coming, right?

Fun stuff. After soccer today as we were driving home, Jethro said to me "I'm going to tell Daddy that I didn't get mad or whiny or complain!" Good job, Jethro, good job. :)

He also got a star sticker from his coach and he asked me why he got it. I said maybe because he was a star player. And he said why? And I told him because he did his best and that makes him a star player. Then he said, "Then why did I get a frog sticker last time? ......Maybe because I was a frog player?" HA HAA HA. Jethro, you are hilarious.

In other most EXCITING NEWS!!!!!! Our bestest friends Drew and Jessica are EXPECTING!!!!!! This is a VERY LONG awaited condition! WE are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO unbearably overjoyed for you guys!!!! And hopefully, they could have a girl, and we could still follow the plan of having Jethro marry their daughter!

Here is a picture of us having a super time with our friends last May. (You may remember them from their great kissing picture posted previously, as well.)

Alien Baby

HA HA HA!

Kami Sue Sue

(All these pictures are of me and Kami except the one at the bottom with the bunson burners. But I had to put that one in because it's one of my very favorite of Kami.) Hmmm, how to begin describing Kami. It’s impossible, but I’ll give it a go. Kami and I were born 20 months apart but I always pretended to be the same age as her cause we felt like it. (I should say I felt like it.) She is the greatest artistic genius I know—cause she can do anything! Truly—she draws fABULOUSLY, and she can also paint, sew little projects—like when we were really young she wanted to make moccasins so she looked at a picture and just MADE them…it was amazing—I couldn’t figure out how she just made them without really know how—that’s how she is all the time. She made this PHENOMENAL belly dancing outfit for my other sister for her wedding. She did have quite a bit of help from my mother-in-law with the actual sewing part on that one, not the design though. She also is great at floral designer (did the beautiful flowers for my wedding), interior decorating, sculpture, cool hair design, sand castles…basically anything you could think of. She used to collect colored tin foil wrappers of candies and make these AMAZING collages out of them. One time it was some fancy saloon girl dancers, and another time was a quetzal, which is a bird. Which brings me to my next point.

She is the most amazing collector of random scraps of information. She knows all kinds of details about all sorts of weird things. She loves reading the National Geographic. Who really reads the National Geographic and doesn’t just flip through the pictures?! Kami. Sometimes, when Brett and I have a question about something that’s random, I say “I bet Kami would know! We should call her.” She’s a bit like the absent-minded professor.

She reads all sorts of intense literature too. She read ‘War and Peace’ and every other dull and long classic like that in about the 8th grade (j/k I don’t know if it was the 8th grade or not….something like that). Now she reads books that are about the Muslim people and stuff like that. Weirdo.

She likes things that are exotic and outlandish, from food to music to movies etc, so she went and married a guy from Colombia named Leonardo. So now she has a father-in-law named Orlando and a brother-in-law named Cesar which I think is pretty sweet. Her husband is also a pilot, so she’ll actually really get to go travel which she thinks is pretty sweet.

When we were growing up we were pretty terrific friends. We were fairly different, but always got along really well because I think our differences were pretty complementary. Okay, let me amend that. We USUALLY got along really well. Not always. We definitely fought sometimes. Especially when we’d make deals and then someone didn’t hold up their end of the bargain to the other’s satisfaction. I remember when we lived in Provo, so I was four or so (isn’t that weird that I can remember being the same age as Jethro is now?) and she wanted me to wear a particular dress to church in the morning so she did something for me that night in exchange. Well, the morning came and I didn’t want to wear the dress. Big fight. Not I wasn’t always so much to blame. Once while sharing a room we got in a fight over having the window open or closed because Kami had put a cricket in the window well because she liked the sound of it chirping, and I did not. Speaking of fighting, there’s something you should know about Kami. She’s pretty much emotionally unstable for at least a few days out of the month. If you should happen to make her mad during those few days WATCH OUT!!! I’m not kidding. Just steer clear, and you’ll be much happier. (Kami, I wasn’t going to mention this, but then on your own blog you said that you had an emotional breakdown, so I figured it was okay.) One night, I was minding my own business doing something on the floor by our bunk beds, and Kami came storming in, didn’t see me and walked into me and because I had the audacity to be where she was walking, she pummeled me with her fists in a blind rage. Once I had gotten away from the mad woman, it was actually kinda funny. Brett loves Kami to death, but sometimes when I tell him about one of her breakdowns he’s like “Man, I could never live with her.” Hee hee. That’s cause if you live with Kami, you have to learn to just chill through those episodes. She married a good man for the job. He’s so patient that he taught her to Latin Dance! We all (her family) were amazed at how exceptional she is at it, as dancing isn’t a skill that comes as naturally to her as some of her others. We’re glad she’s in your hands, Leo!

She had a very lovely baby girl about two weeks before I had Ethne so that has been so fun, comparing what our babies are doing over the phone, and lamenting about all the laundry, etc. I CAN NOT WAIT until she lives close to me!!!!! It will be so fun.

Oh, and I was about to wrap it up, but how could I forget to mention that she collects vintage hats. That’s right. Not too long ago she called me to say that she felt a little guilty to have just spent a substantial sum on vintage hats. So. There you go.

Kami is cool. Kami is beautiful. Kami is very nice to me.

Well, now you know some of the cool things about Kami and you are in a much more enlightened state of living. But, (as Lavar Burton says on Reading Rainbow) you don’t have to take MY word for it! She has a blog: thelatorrefamily dot blogspot.com (Yeah, I totally made her start one. [vain look]).

BEST NEWS EVER!!!!!!

Yahoo!! YAHOO!!! yahoo! YaHoO!!!!!!!!!! My WONDERFUL WONDERFUL COOL SWEET AWESOME SISTER KAMI IS MOVING TO CHICAGO!!!! I will be a lone woman in the midwest NO LONGER!!!!!! And we are going to play play play play play play play! Kami, Brett said that if I call around and get veggie oil for him I can drive there as often as I want. (He's also says he'll have to teach me how to change the fuel filter in case the need should arrive.)

And, to finally assuage everyone's curiosity (at least everyone who was not in church with me this morning), my calling is: ward organist. Can we say scary? But, I suppose it could be worse--I have had some experience with the organ, but that was in high school, a long time ago, and I haven't touched an organ in the interim. Interesting how many people on this blog are either organists or married to organists. Three. Funny. But ANYWAY--I think I figured out how to make my millions. I'm going to market a game to the LDS culture called "Where in the Ward is Carmen Sandiego" and you have to figure out what calling the 'suspect' is getting before the deadline (Sunday) and you can get clues by talking to certain people in the ward, etc. Yeah. It's gonna be huge. People will get addicted. Especially Master Sleuth Ginger. ;) Thanks everyone for playing.

So, Friday I made some party hats for my sister. She wanted me to make them for her for her ward's Enrichment night. (Even though it's not called that anymore.) So, the deadline was getting close, so I called Katrina to help me. [THANKS KATRINA!!] Good thing I did--she was enormously helpful and so very creative. Here's how they turned out:

In other news, Brett took the kids to the Bug Bowl on Saturday in the snow while I stayed home and cleaned the fridge and tried to mop the floor, but didn't get that far before Ethne woke up. BUT, I DID get it mopped eventually and my house was pretty clean. So Katrina, come see it now--I was pretty embarrassed at the mess you saw it in on Friday. Today we finally wrote our Will, so now we can die without feeling guilty. ;) We had a very fun couple over for dinner today, the Empeys. They are very funny, according to the prophecy. Ha ha. What else? I put Hazel's hair in curlers last night so it was SOOOO beautiful today, so I bribed Hazel with a brownie to go out and take a few pictures and she looked like a beautiful doll. Then, I told Brett I'd make it worth his while if he came out. So I even got some fun pictures with him and the kids. Fun fun fun for me.

Well, I'm going to blog about my sister Kami, cause she's the most stellar sister in the entire universe!!!! but I will use a separate post for that. Have a nice night.

What's your guess?

Once upon a time a girl named Kayli knew she was going to be released from her primary calling. So, after being in the primary for about 3 1/2 years it was time to move on. She also knew that being in a ward where there would be a great flux of people leaving in the summer, she would probably get a new calling soon. She wondered what it would be. She was hoping that it would not be Young Women. In fact, she even made a little joke while talking to her younger sister Lindsay, who was the Laurel's Pres and was excited to move on to RS as she was done with that scene. Kayli said, "Yeah, I don't know if I'd be very good with YW--adolescent girls don't always bring out the best in me." And Lindsay agreed, saying, "Yeah, that's why when I got to be an adolescent I started hanging out with the boys." And Kayli said, "Yeah, that's why when I got to be an adolescent I got married." Ha haa. So, on the way to the church to speak with one of the bishopric members, Kayli got a little nervous that she had talked too much and would be called to YW. No. She did not. But she did get a call to serve in a position that would give her a big strong dose of humility. Each and every Sunday. BIG strong dose. Wonder what it is? Well, you will have to wait until Sunday to find out.

p.s. For those of you who wondered where the pictures were taken, we went downtown to where they have some alleys and cute shopfronts etc. Kindof would be scary if one was alone there at night. We had a good time.

Playing

Siblings

So, not much new. I painted cabinets all day. Someday they will be done.

I hope.

Well, that's about it. As I painted today I listened to Jethro and Hazel playing in the front room on the "ship" they built out of couch cushions and pillows. First one of them would push the other one, and that one would cry, and maybe come into the kitchen for a kiss and to tell on the other, then they would go back out, and the other one would get pushed and start crying. Sometimes they just stopped on their own or started laughing while crying, and then it would cycle over and over. Also, before lunch, Hazel wanted to play with Jethro and was begging him to "please come play with me Jefwo!" and I tried coaxing him, all to no avail. Then after lunch, it was "Hazel, come play with me!" "No!"
Why don't you guys synchronize?

Smooches.

kisses are a better fate
than wisdom. e.e. cummings


Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. ~Albert Einstein

I kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I haven't had time for tobacco since. ~Arturo Toscanini


People who throw kisses are mighty hopelessly lazy. ~Bob Hope

(anyone who went to USU will understand the significance of this particular kiss)

If you wanna know (shoop shoop shoop shoop shoop shoop shoop) if he loves you so it's in his kiss (that's where it is.... oh yeah!)

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss. from Henry VI -- William Shakespeare



Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe
In the kiss of one girl.
-Robert Browning

Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases. ~Chinese Proverb
(our great friends Drew and Jessica Merryweather)

"Mine ain't a selfish affection, you know," said Mr. Toots, in the confidence engendered by his having been a witness of the Captain's tenderness. "It's the sort of thing with me, Captain Gills, that if I could be run over - or - or trampled upon - or - or thrown off a very high place -or anything of that sort - for Miss Dombey's sake, it would be the most delightful thing that could happen to me."

(my brother Wyatt and his wife Lindsay)

I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell this to my children they just about throw up. ~Barbara Bush
(my sister Kami and her husband Leonardo)

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.- - - -e e cummings

These last two pictures are of my mom and dad.

One time my dad was driving some of my friends home and my friends were arguing about whether trumpet players or french horn players were better kissers. My dad said, "It doesn't matter. If you've got it, you've got it. And Rasmussens have it."

One time my dad and mom spent a weekend away, and when they got back my dad had a BIG hickey on his neck. When I mentioned it, (silly him, came in to breakfast before buttoning up his shirt collar), he said he got in a car accident.

I remember my Dad chasing my mom around the house in Minot and Mom yelling "You can't give me a hickey, I'm the Relief Society President!"

Okay, so everyone's assignment is to post a picture of a kiss. Any variety. Then leave a comment so we can all go check it out. Have a nice day! :)