Jess's Tag

I have actually been really excited to do this tag because I will help you (my reader) understand how weird Stephen and I are. We are supposed to tell you seven random things about us.

Stephen:

1. I like to eat ice cubes
2. I have to have everything straight and organized at my work desk or I get distracted.
3. I break dance at random times.
4. I love to watch Japanese cartoons...or just cartoons.

Kami:

1. When I am taking a shower, the shower head has to be spraying directly in the center of the tub.
2. I love to tear perforated paper.
3. I love to write the letters 'E' and 'R'...I don't know why.
4. I love to squeeze egg yolks and feel it break and ooze between my fingers.
5. I do not like driving in the dark.
6. I also love to watch cartoons.
7. When I am really fidgety I always tap my fingers or my feet. When I do this I always have to do it in some sort of pattern. AND I always have to let my right foot tap just as many times as my left OR I have to let all five fingers tap the same amount of times. I know, it's really weird.

I tag Emily, Brigitte, and Nicole!

YEAH!!

"Happy days are here again
dooo do dooo do dooo do dooo do dooo"

The sun is shining and it is almost Thanksgiving!

Testimonial

I received an email recently from my mother entitled "Vick's vapor rub". According to the author of the named email, you can cure any cough by rubbing vapor rub on the bottoms of your feet rather than your chest. They say that it is that much more potent. Considering that Stephen has had a cough for the last few days, I decided that I had a guinea pig to try this little project on...

Stephen was laying on couch, dying, the other night. I sat next to him with socks and the Vick's in hand. I pulled up his feet and started to massage them. To this, he had no contrary remark. Of course!

After a few minutes of rubbing his feet, I pulled out the Vick's and began rubbing it all over the bottoms of his feet. He looked at me and stated, "What are you doing?!"

To which I replied, "I just want to try something."

Stephen is quite a mellow, easy going character, so he complied. I finished putting on the Vick's and then the completing my work of art with socks tightly squeezed on his feet.

I went to the kitchen to finish making dinner. Five minutes later Stephen said, "Kami! What did you do to me? I can...taste it."

Woohoo! It works! As a side note, it didn't completely take his cough away, but it helped to soothe his cough and helped to get rid of the congestion.

The Secret Service Club

When you are a primary teacher, you have good days, and you have bad days. Today was definitely a good day. I have been working on today's lesson for primary FOREVER! I really wanted to get the kids excited and get them to actually listen. After racking my brain, I came up with some pretty good ideas.

The lesson started out a little rocky. Service isn't something that 6 year old's think is that cool. When we started to talk about Jesus washing the feet of his disciples, they calmed down a bit.

I had all of the kids show me their shoes. I got on the floor and told them the story while pretending to clean their shoes. They were all a little disconcerted that their teacher was kneeling on the floor, in a dress, and pretending to wash their shoes. I then got to my little boy I have named Billy. As soon as I got to him with my pretend shoe scrubbers, he pulled his feet away. Immediately my eyes lit up as I told them about Jesus's apostle, Peter, and his refusal to let Jesus wash his feet.

After the feet washing story I jumped up and asked if anyone wanted to join a secret club. Immediately all of my kids raised their hands. I told them that I was starting a club called The Secret Service Club. In order to be a member they had to have their official "bags". They all lined up behind me and I handed them little Ziploc bags that said, "I am a member of the secret service club". Inside the bags were five pink paper hearts. My little Billy sat back down in his chair as soon as he saw that they were pink. He would have nothing to do with pink. I ignored him.

"Everyone take out their hearts! I need all of you to write down five names of people that you are going to do a secret service for. After you do your secret service, leave the heart with their name on it."

As I was explaining the rules, Billy crawled to my backpack and pulled out another Ziploc bag to begin the secret service work.

The kids were very excited about the club. When the bell rang to leave, the kids hurried to put away their hearts. Most of them had siblings in sharing time and didn't want them to see their secret.

At choir practice, one of my boy's moms came up to me and said, "Kami, right when we got home from church, my son ran into our room and made our bed and put two hearts on the comforter with our names on it."

I love teaching primary.

Everyone...lets pay attention

I feel really retarded.

When Stephen and I purchased our home in July we also bought a washer and dryer. We were really excited about them because they were the new uprights. We decided to get them without the pedestals. (Stephen said that it wasn't necessary anyway because I was the one who did all the laundry. Thanks honey, I love you too!)

Every time I did a load of towels this last month, they would come out smelling like mildew. Not a pleasant smell to put around your freshly showered body. Bleah.

Last night I had had enough! I pulled out all of the information that we were given when we bought the dang things to look for a number to call. I was going to bawl out some unsuspecting worker with my complaints of their product. Luckily, before I did so, I found this precious laminated paper that said: "Maintenance: Clean the pump filter twice a month to prevent lint buildup and odor. Clean around door seal and door glass to prevent odor or mildew."

Good thing I never found that phone number.

Oh, and I fixed the mildew problem.

Trunk-OR-Treating

I know that it is a little belated, but I wanted to show you our clever halloween costumes. I really wanted to go trunk-or-treating at our ward building for Halloween, but didn't have costumes or anything to decorate our trunk.

After much soul searching I finally decided on a costume. The picture says it all. My only regret was that I didn't think of the idea early enough to wear it to work.

The only thing that we had to purchase for both of our costumes was black lipstick. Yep, black lipstick. 1.99 at Fred Meyer. Just to clear up any confusion, Stephen was supposed to be night. Yeah, like the dark. You know, we should have drawn stars on his cheeks. Oh well, there's always next year!

Rather than use our trunk to hand out candy, we carried around our easter buckets and gave candy to the kids. They were a little confused that someone was giving them candy from a person carrying around a bucket. After all, who in their right mind would give up hallowen candy! There were quiet a few times that I was mistaken for a little kid. In my defense, we were trunk or treating in the dark.

Big Mama

My mother is not someone who is very technology fluent, but she does well holding her own.

My sister, Krystal, always texts her. At first my mom didn't know how to respond and she would get "mad" because she didn't have texting on her plan. She was charged 10 cents for every text that came in and 10 cents for every text going out. As her children, we have taken it upon ourselves to help her understand the need for texting.

Being the brilliant mother that she is, she figured out how to respond. Most responses are quips about how we were in big trouble for texting her or that she was going to beat us. We all just laugh. The only one who gets away with texting mom without a rebuke is our saintly brother, Kory.

Now, the reason for this post: I have been trying to convince my mom to start a blog. I texted her my request and she quickly responded with her usual "I'm going to beat you."

I told Krystal about my cause and she volunteered to text Mom the same thing.

Ten minutes later Krystal forwarded me this text from Mom, "You know that your big sister is in huge trouble and that would be in caps if i knew how. Big Mama"

My mother always signs her texts "Big Mama".

Sales Calls

As a receptionist there are many people that I talk to on the phone everyday. Every person that calls is greeted, "Marv's Insulation. This is Kami!" in my most chipper and upbeat voice.

One of the many perks of being a receptionist is something that I like to call 'Caller ID'. Most of the time when a person calls in, I know who is going to greet me on the other line. A regular customer, a new customer, a vendor, or an angry person that personally attacks me because of the stupidity of someone else. So I am up for almost anything.

The one thing that erks me the most is a call that I have yet to mention. When my phone begins to ring and my handy dandy caller id says, "OUT OF AREA" or "CALLER UNKNOWN" or "some long distance number that I don't even know where the prefix comes from" my blood begins to boil. I know that there is only one thing waiting for me. The Sales Call.

The person on the other line almost always will find some sort of way to coerce me into either making my boss get on the other line or handing out his cell phone number. In my early days of being a little, naive receptionist, my boss didn't like me very much. I have, however, now become a very smooth conniver myself. NO ONE gets past Kami without some deep interrogations to assure myself that I will not get harassed for letting a salesman through.

So, for all of you salesman out there, I DON'T need anyone to come and shred my paper, I DON'T need anyone to clean our toilets, and I definitely DON'T need anyone to change our mats!

(For those of you who do not know, I am married to a wonderful man by the name of Stephen Post, who just happens to be a salesman. A VERY good salesman at that. The following has NO reference to him.)

What are white crayons for?

When I taught my primary class a couple of weeks ago, I was a little ahead of schedule so I had to improvise. I decided to have the kids help me with our sharing time for Thanksgiving. I had the kids all draw pictures of things that they were thankful for so that we could hang them up in the primary room while we were presenting our "awesome" sharing time.

One little boy in my class is really, quite smart. He retains a lot of things. Some things you probably don't want him to, but to no avail. He remembers. We'll call him Billy.

All of my little primary kids were kneeling on the floor while diligently coloring their works of art. Billy got up in the middle of coloring and asked me if he could use a white crayon. Figuring that Billy was just trying to be silly I handed him the crayon and gave him a leary look. He eagerly took the crayon and again began to work on his picture.

Thirty seconds later Billy got up from his chair with a wide grin and handed me his picture. I carefully examined it. Looking closely at the picture with a the light shining just right, you could see a stick figure person. I asked him, "[Billy] who is the white person in your picture."

He quickly replied, "It's the Holy Ghost, Sister Post! You can't really see him, but you know that he is there."

Aren't kids so smart?

Thanks Mom & Dad!

A month and a half ago I was asked by Jen in our ward to be the guest speaker at Young Womens in Excellence. I was really surprised that she asked me because we had just moved into the ward, but was actually excited. I love to speak.

Anyway, for the last month I have been talking to my mom about what I was going to speak on and getting any little tidbits that she could help with.

As the appointed day for me to speak grew closer my mom kept asking me to record my talk. I laughed at her...who owns tape recorders? I didn't even have one on the mission. She was determined. "Can't you find something to record it with?"

I wasn't that dilligent in looking.

While sitting at work yesturday, I received a phone call at 2:30 from my Mom.

Mom: What time are you speaking?
Kami: 7:00
Mom: We're in the car and we are coming.
Kami: Really! Are the girls with you? Dad?
Mom: Yep, we'll be there at 6:00.

I WAS SO EXCITED!! I really have the coolest family ever. Thanks Mom and Dad for being such a great support.

Oh and if Kenna ever reads this, thanks for remembering Corbin Bleu. The girls really enjoyed that part of my talk.