I also got professionally fitted for a bra that actually fits at Victoria's Secret. (They wouldn't let me try on the wings) Do you know that I went from a 28AAA to a 38C? (kind of)
I walked out of there wearing my new bra and from that time since, my straps have not fallen down even once. I am so used to going thru life with both straps around my upper arms. It is very hard to raise one's arms when that happens. And the other phenomena that occurs when one's bra does not fit properly is that the bottom rides up and half the breast is UNDER the bra, not IN it. This will also no longer happen to me and so you see I will now be much happier. I wonder if it will show in my face, my demeanor, my stature, my all-around aura? Be sure and let me know. will you?
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Keri's productive Day
Guess what I did today?
I went downstairs and pulled off all the styrofoam and studs from the wall you and Marc took the window out of. I finished gutting the family room, and vacuumed and cleared the whole area.
I had loaded Marc's truck to the brim the other day with const debris, so I wanted to take it to the dump. I went to start the truck and it wouldn't start, so I put the battery charger on it, and left it to charge, while I raked and picked most of the rocks out of the landscape area, around the new corner window.
Then I tried to start the truck again, no way no how, a little bit of frustration..... So I kept the charger on the battery, and vacuumed chipmunk turds out of Marc's shed.
Then I started up the pressure washer and washed the rug that Turk peed on and some other mats, when halfway done the pressure washer ran out of gas, a little frustration, I went to find the gas can and it was empty. Then I tried to start the truck again. No go. A little frustration, so found some jumper cables in the haystack in the back of Marc's truck cab and pulled my car up to his truck and jumped it. Woo Hoo! I had ignition.
So off to the dump, got there at 4:50 pm. It closes at 5pm, I am sure the dump guy was real happy with me. Me and the neighbor kids unloaded the huge pile, and got done at 5:10. The guy was sitting in his vehicle with it running waiting for us to leave so he could lock the gate.
I raced to the Creekside organic material site, to get some cedar mulch, for landscaping, before 5:30, only to find they don't sell mulch anymore. I called a landscape place- they were closed.
Then I came home and filled the truck again, over the brim with construction materials including all that big concrete block stacked in the back yard and a toilet and got it ready to go to the dump tomorrow. I hope it starts!!!!!!
In between all that I did 5 loads of laundry, and took care of indoor and outdoor dogs. But I did not do the dishes.
The window area is almost ready, I just have to dig out some deep tree weeds, and claw it up, put down some fabric and bark mulch. You got me going Kady.
I forgot to mention that I was up all night birthing 3 little Yorkie pups.
I am WOMAN Hear Me Roar In Numbers To Big To Ignore!!!
I went downstairs and pulled off all the styrofoam and studs from the wall you and Marc took the window out of. I finished gutting the family room, and vacuumed and cleared the whole area.
I had loaded Marc's truck to the brim the other day with const debris, so I wanted to take it to the dump. I went to start the truck and it wouldn't start, so I put the battery charger on it, and left it to charge, while I raked and picked most of the rocks out of the landscape area, around the new corner window.
Then I tried to start the truck again, no way no how, a little bit of frustration..... So I kept the charger on the battery, and vacuumed chipmunk turds out of Marc's shed.
Then I started up the pressure washer and washed the rug that Turk peed on and some other mats, when halfway done the pressure washer ran out of gas, a little frustration, I went to find the gas can and it was empty. Then I tried to start the truck again. No go. A little frustration, so found some jumper cables in the haystack in the back of Marc's truck cab and pulled my car up to his truck and jumped it. Woo Hoo! I had ignition.
So off to the dump, got there at 4:50 pm. It closes at 5pm, I am sure the dump guy was real happy with me. Me and the neighbor kids unloaded the huge pile, and got done at 5:10. The guy was sitting in his vehicle with it running waiting for us to leave so he could lock the gate.
I raced to the Creekside organic material site, to get some cedar mulch, for landscaping, before 5:30, only to find they don't sell mulch anymore. I called a landscape place- they were closed.
Then I came home and filled the truck again, over the brim with construction materials including all that big concrete block stacked in the back yard and a toilet and got it ready to go to the dump tomorrow. I hope it starts!!!!!!
In between all that I did 5 loads of laundry, and took care of indoor and outdoor dogs. But I did not do the dishes.
The window area is almost ready, I just have to dig out some deep tree weeds, and claw it up, put down some fabric and bark mulch. You got me going Kady.
I forgot to mention that I was up all night birthing 3 little Yorkie pups.
I am WOMAN Hear Me Roar In Numbers To Big To Ignore!!!
Allowance
I also remember that it was the Smart family who told our family that their accountant told them you could pay your kids and get a tax write off. So Dad said we were getting paid for our work. At the end of the month we drove to the bank with our checks. We were so excited. We signed our checks and dad collected all the money and deposited it right back into his account. Dang, we hadn't thought of that. Later they had a tax audit and had to pay back what they had saved plus interest and penalties cuz it wasn't legit. Ha Ha Mom and Dad, that'll teach ya.
from kelly...
I remember having to puke during prayer. All I could think of is how your not suppose to move or open your eyes so I held my skirt up and puked in it. We were in front by the exit door. Dad hauled me out by my hair and stood me up against the corner of the building and lowered my head "puking position" so I could get a visual of the more appropriate way to have handled the puking during prayer incident.
I can't remember if he actually hauled me out "by my hair" but I added it for the effect.
I can't remember if he actually hauled me out "by my hair" but I added it for the effect.
Kelly about Karley
Sounds like something I'd do to Mike's kids. But only after they have dropped it 20 hundred times. Maybe you've forgotten that part, cuz David and Karley would only remember the embarrassing part too.
I was late getting home and I just wanted a quick cup of coffee, the line is long and there was a friend in line (who goes on and on and on and on and I was trying to shorten the conversation and it wasn't working and I was stressing inside) and all the while I'm hearing Karley say "Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get
something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get
something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something.
And so instead of calmly saying yes or one moment please. I finally blow and scream and it echoes throughout the building: KARLEY! CANT YOU SEE I'M TALKING TO SOMEONE! and the whole place goes completely silent the machines stop and everyone looks at me like "oh my" and the lady who is also a step mom, is looking at me like "who are you, you big mean crazy lady, the poor child just wants to get something".
I was late getting home and I just wanted a quick cup of coffee, the line is long and there was a friend in line (who goes on and on and on and on and I was trying to shorten the conversation and it wasn't working and I was stressing inside) and all the while I'm hearing Karley say "Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get
something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get
something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something.
And so instead of calmly saying yes or one moment please. I finally blow and scream and it echoes throughout the building: KARLEY! CANT YOU SEE I'M TALKING TO SOMEONE! and the whole place goes completely silent the machines stop and everyone looks at me like "oh my" and the lady who is also a step mom, is looking at me like "who are you, you big mean crazy lady, the poor child just wants to get something".
Kasey's "boys I liked, but got embarrassed by dad" stories.
#1: I for some reason was in love with Justin Chase (yes I get it 'just in case' ha ha). Anyway...I was playing with my fake rubber snake (Kylee Reed's dad bought it for me so don't go thinking that I was bought a toy by dad). Justin Chase walked by and I called him a name (I looooved him, okay). He came up to me and pulled at my snake, I also pulled trying to keep it. It broke. Of course, never having any toys I was heart broken, I ran to my father at the apartment's garage. I cried to him telling him Justin broke my snake. Dad called Justin over, he said that I had called him a name. Dad gave ME a spanking. Justin Chase looked at me like he could not believe it. I remember being more embarrassed that I cried really hard in front of him, than of the actual beating. I have hated Justin Chase's guts ever since.
#2: When we were working on the old kingdom hall in I'Falls. I thought Terry Bleau (Gabe's dad) was so cute, I think I was 8 years old. I thought he thought I was so great, so he was teasing me and I was laughing and joking with him, I called him a pig. I don't know why I did, but I remember thinking I was so cute. Anyway, Terry was mad that I called him a name. Dad told him he had permission to spank me. So he took me over his knee and spanked me. I was so embarrassed that Terry would actually take dad up on his offer, dad offered that all the time, to this day, Terry is the only one who ever did it. I could have died. The whole neighborhood, all the people helping with the hall saw. I wanted to crawl into a hole.
#2: When we were working on the old kingdom hall in I'Falls. I thought Terry Bleau (Gabe's dad) was so cute, I think I was 8 years old. I thought he thought I was so great, so he was teasing me and I was laughing and joking with him, I called him a pig. I don't know why I did, but I remember thinking I was so cute. Anyway, Terry was mad that I called him a name. Dad told him he had permission to spank me. So he took me over his knee and spanked me. I was so embarrassed that Terry would actually take dad up on his offer, dad offered that all the time, to this day, Terry is the only one who ever did it. I could have died. The whole neighborhood, all the people helping with the hall saw. I wanted to crawl into a hole.
stories
We used to drive around in a club cab pick up truck. There were eight of us, mom, dad and six kids. Mom and dad sat in the bucket seats, two kids sat on the tiny fold out seats in the back, one kid sat on a wood seat dad built for between the bucket seats in the front, and the rest of us just sort of crammed in wherever else we could.
Our favorite game at the cabin was when dad took a rope and tied a plastic orange sled behind the green monster station wagon. His job was to make us spill and land face down in the ditch. With two or three kids in the sled, it was pretty easy. The more snow down your coat, the more crumpled and upside down your body, the more dad laughed.
The first time my dad took my brother hunting, when Pete was about four, they were around a mile from home, and my brother turned to my dad and said, "maybe one of us oughta keep mom safe at home." So my dad pulled over and let Pete walk home.
In those days, dad had a pigeon coop. I guess he still does, anyways, when my brother was five years old my dad sent him in there to get what he thought was a crow that had gotten in there and was stuck and couldn't get out. Pete was in there for a really long time, but my dad figured he was OK. When he emerged, bloody and scratched to bits, holding an owl upside down by the leg, my dad felt kind of bad. Or maybe proud, that his little boy became a man after killing an owl with his bare (maybe mittened) hands. -And owls are nasty creatures.
Our favorite game at the cabin was when dad took a rope and tied a plastic orange sled behind the green monster station wagon. His job was to make us spill and land face down in the ditch. With two or three kids in the sled, it was pretty easy. The more snow down your coat, the more crumpled and upside down your body, the more dad laughed.
The first time my dad took my brother hunting, when Pete was about four, they were around a mile from home, and my brother turned to my dad and said, "maybe one of us oughta keep mom safe at home." So my dad pulled over and let Pete walk home.
In those days, dad had a pigeon coop. I guess he still does, anyways, when my brother was five years old my dad sent him in there to get what he thought was a crow that had gotten in there and was stuck and couldn't get out. Pete was in there for a really long time, but my dad figured he was OK. When he emerged, bloody and scratched to bits, holding an owl upside down by the leg, my dad felt kind of bad. Or maybe proud, that his little boy became a man after killing an owl with his bare (maybe mittened) hands. -And owls are nasty creatures.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
This reminded me of something...

When Kady & Kasey were little - 3- to 5-ish, Mom decided to buy a wading pool. It was really cool. It was green and had a little built-in slide and either had a big turtle or frog design. It wasn't just a plain wading pool, but was molded and really neat. Anyway, when you buy your kids a pool, drive a stationwagon and have 6 children, including some tweens and teens, how would YOU get your pool home from K-Mart all the way to the South Falls Apartments??
Well, Mom put the pool upside down on the top of the station wagon and had Keri and I (and maybe Kelly?) stand in the back of the stationwagon (our feet inside the car) with our upper bodies outside through the back window and hold the pool in place on the roof.
I will never forget driving down main street International Falls, holding the pool for dear life and screaming at mom to slow down, because the force of the air on the front of the car was blowing the pool up and threatening to blow it along with us (since we would never have let go!) off and out of the car and onto the street. It did get home, and there are many pics of us all enjoying it in our backyard.
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Outhouse
When we were little, our cabin got a brand new outhouse. We drove it down the road on a trailer, and, judging by this photo, I was 6 (this is the haircut I had in 1st grade). I exclaimed, "this crazy house has windows in the seat!"
It was so exciting!

So in May, when all of us kids went up for a little reunion, we drove up to the old cabin and trespassed on the new owner's property and took this photo for nostalgia's sake:

I guess we really didn't want to go inside. GROSS!!!
It was so exciting!

So in May, when all of us kids went up for a little reunion, we drove up to the old cabin and trespassed on the new owner's property and took this photo for nostalgia's sake:

I guess we really didn't want to go inside. GROSS!!!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Hal Hexum
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Dad
He's afraid because he's going to be sent to New York City for Elder School and I was chatting with him on the phone about it. I said, there's nothing to worry about! You'll be completely taken care of, and your whole day will be spent at School. You don't have to worry about the big City. Some of the other guys will probably want to go explore, but you can just say, "No Thanks, I'm going to bed at 8:30."
He goes,
"Well I ain't goin' clubbing with them."
He goes,
"Well I ain't goin' clubbing with them."
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Doggie Saga
Here is one of my many dog stories. I can’t really call them fond memories……
We always have outside dogs. The biggest reason is me. I am too lazy to clean up after dogs. The hair, the pee, poop and vomit are way too much for me. And you all know how volatile I can be. I don’t like myself, so I choose not to have dogs.
So one day, I am feeling bad about it and thinking that with no kids, what is wrong with me? I can handle a dog now. So I say to Hal, when he is bringing home a new puppy, “Let’s try it in the house”. It ends up going pretty good. It is a German Wirehair, a medium sized dog with short hair. At night, when Hal is at work I let it sleep on the floor by my bed. The bedroom door is closed. Wonderful company. Hal though, gets home at 6AM and when he opens the front door, the dog begins to bark. I tell the dog to shush, but of course Hal hears the dog and is so proud he has a protective dog, he decides to test him out. So he scratches on the wall all the way down the steps. The dog starts to really bark. I am yelling, “Stop it!” Hal scratches on the door of the bedroom. The dog starts to REALLY bark, and jump around. I am yelling, “Stop it, stop it!!” Hal starts doing a low growl, and now the dog is insane. Now it is on my bed jumping and barking. I am SCREAMING, STOP IT!!! Now Hal is really excited and having SO much fun, the dog is REALLY JUMPING and REALLY BARKING. Now the dog is jumping and barking on my head and I am getting WET. It is peeing and jumping and peeing and jumping ON MY HEAD and barking, barking and I am screaming mad, and Hal will not stop.
I think I will quit the story here, you get the picture. That day the dog went back outside. No more dogs in the house….., that is until….,to be continued.
We always have outside dogs. The biggest reason is me. I am too lazy to clean up after dogs. The hair, the pee, poop and vomit are way too much for me. And you all know how volatile I can be. I don’t like myself, so I choose not to have dogs.
So one day, I am feeling bad about it and thinking that with no kids, what is wrong with me? I can handle a dog now. So I say to Hal, when he is bringing home a new puppy, “Let’s try it in the house”. It ends up going pretty good. It is a German Wirehair, a medium sized dog with short hair. At night, when Hal is at work I let it sleep on the floor by my bed. The bedroom door is closed. Wonderful company. Hal though, gets home at 6AM and when he opens the front door, the dog begins to bark. I tell the dog to shush, but of course Hal hears the dog and is so proud he has a protective dog, he decides to test him out. So he scratches on the wall all the way down the steps. The dog starts to really bark. I am yelling, “Stop it!” Hal scratches on the door of the bedroom. The dog starts to REALLY bark, and jump around. I am yelling, “Stop it, stop it!!” Hal starts doing a low growl, and now the dog is insane. Now it is on my bed jumping and barking. I am SCREAMING, STOP IT!!! Now Hal is really excited and having SO much fun, the dog is REALLY JUMPING and REALLY BARKING. Now the dog is jumping and barking on my head and I am getting WET. It is peeing and jumping and peeing and jumping ON MY HEAD and barking, barking and I am screaming mad, and Hal will not stop.
I think I will quit the story here, you get the picture. That day the dog went back outside. No more dogs in the house….., that is until….,to be continued.
Friday, April 24, 2009
AAAAaaaaahhhhhh........
Ok, so my dad was a prankster. He thought it was funny to scare us, like when we were on the roof of the apartment buildings we managed, checking out the roof for leaks or whatever, he would hold us by the ankles over the edge of the roof. Ha Ha. What was really stupid, is we'd ask to accompany him to the roof. Apparently we were slow learners.
I guess he got this quality from his mom, maybe? My aunt, dad's sister Julie, told us a story of how she would go out to the outhouse and my dad would lie in wait and scare her in the dark. So my grandma, Julie & Dad's mom, decided to teach him a lesson. She waited outside in the dark, and when he went by, she scared the dickens out of him.
Anyway, one year the apartment complex owners decided to add a pitched roof over the flat roof of the big building - 2 1/2 stories high (the first floor was half-buried). Dad made Pete go up on the roof to help him check the vents. Dad is on his hands and knees checking a vent, backing up, checking the next vent, etc. Pete discovered a tiny little shelf below the edge of the roof, and thought it would be really funny to get down on that, hide, and holler AAAAAaaaaaaa....... like he was falling off the roof. Dad just about died, but he deserved it.
I guess he got this quality from his mom, maybe? My aunt, dad's sister Julie, told us a story of how she would go out to the outhouse and my dad would lie in wait and scare her in the dark. So my grandma, Julie & Dad's mom, decided to teach him a lesson. She waited outside in the dark, and when he went by, she scared the dickens out of him.
Anyway, one year the apartment complex owners decided to add a pitched roof over the flat roof of the big building - 2 1/2 stories high (the first floor was half-buried). Dad made Pete go up on the roof to help him check the vents. Dad is on his hands and knees checking a vent, backing up, checking the next vent, etc. Pete discovered a tiny little shelf below the edge of the roof, and thought it would be really funny to get down on that, hide, and holler AAAAAaaaaaaa....... like he was falling off the roof. Dad just about died, but he deserved it.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Pete Discovers the Purpose of Butt Cracks
My brother Pete works with carpet and tile, and so he has glues and adhesives in 5 gallon buckets. One day he was sitting on one of them and didn't realize that the lid had a tiny hole in it. I think he was cleaning shrimp or something. Anyway, later on at home, he was taking a shower and dropped the soap. When he tried to bend over and pick it up, he realized he had glued his "cheeks" together. Apparently butt cracks are necessary for bending and squatting.That story alone is hilarious to our family.
What's funnier to my daughter, Hanna, is the image of Pete's wife Tanya squatting behind him with the bottle of finger nail polish remover and trying to peel his cheeks back apart.
What's funnier to my daughter, Hanna, is the image of Pete's wife Tanya squatting behind him with the bottle of finger nail polish remover and trying to peel his cheeks back apart.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Not the Favorite
(by Kady)
So one day Kasey is accusing my mom that I am the favorite daughter. Here is their conversation. And I'm totally in the same room:Kasey: "Kady is your favorite. You always side with her in every fight. Just admit it. Admit it. Admit Kady is your favorite. ADMIT IT."Mom (screaming): "KADY'S NEVER BEEN MY FAVORITE!!!!!!!"
Posted by kadyhexum at 6:22 PM
6 comments:
kasey said...
I love that you put my part in quotes, like that is EXACTLY what I said, over 5 years ago. either you have a photographic memory or you are taking some artistic liscense.
January 28, 2009 11:50 PM
kasey said...
i forgot to add, Mom: me think thou doth protest too much
January 28, 2009 11:51 PM
anna said...
hahaha, LOL this has me choking it so funny. But I don't really know why. Is it because I'm sitting home alone just finishing a bottle of wine or because I KNOW I was always my mammas favorite girl? Whatev' That is FUNNY.
January 29, 2009 8:22 PM
Kelly said...
What's really funny Anna is your mother LHAO to the fact that you think you are her favorite. Side point, I'm drinking wine now too.
January 29, 2009 9:35 PM
kadyhexum said...
I guess we're all drinking wine now aren't we?
January 29, 2009 11:38 PM
prettiest sister said...
I know Kady has never been mom's favorite, because I am her favorite, and I am not drinking a thing.
So one day Kasey is accusing my mom that I am the favorite daughter. Here is their conversation. And I'm totally in the same room:Kasey: "Kady is your favorite. You always side with her in every fight. Just admit it. Admit it. Admit Kady is your favorite. ADMIT IT."Mom (screaming): "KADY'S NEVER BEEN MY FAVORITE!!!!!!!"
Posted by kadyhexum at 6:22 PM
6 comments:
kasey said...
I love that you put my part in quotes, like that is EXACTLY what I said, over 5 years ago. either you have a photographic memory or you are taking some artistic liscense.
January 28, 2009 11:50 PM
kasey said...
i forgot to add, Mom: me think thou doth protest too much
January 28, 2009 11:51 PM
anna said...
hahaha, LOL this has me choking it so funny. But I don't really know why. Is it because I'm sitting home alone just finishing a bottle of wine or because I KNOW I was always my mammas favorite girl? Whatev' That is FUNNY.
January 29, 2009 8:22 PM
Kelly said...
What's really funny Anna is your mother LHAO to the fact that you think you are her favorite. Side point, I'm drinking wine now too.
January 29, 2009 9:35 PM
kadyhexum said...
I guess we're all drinking wine now aren't we?
January 29, 2009 11:38 PM
prettiest sister said...
I know Kady has never been mom's favorite, because I am her favorite, and I am not drinking a thing.
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