"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley
Yesterday I was cleaning the living room and all of a sudden I was smelling mustard. I went to the kitchen and trevor had gotten the bottle (brand new full bottle) of mustard. Opened it and the WHOLE bottle was on the floor and all over the two of them. It smelled so bad the rest of the day. It even stained the floor.
I've finally started a blog to advertise my vinyl lettering along with some embroidery. Check it out. Great ideas for birthdays, weddings, baby showers, Christmas ect. click on the link under my friends list.