Yesterday I spent my entire day with fifth grade boys. Yesterday Christopher's school had a field trip to the gem show at the Palmer Event Center and these were the three boys I was in charge of, from left to right, Nathan, Noah, and my son, Christopher.
They had fun digging for shiny rocks, gems, and stones in the mining section. They also bought grab bags filled with treasures that included amethysts, shark's tooth fossils, pumice rock, crystals, and more. Later, the field trip went to the IMAX theater to see a 3-D movie, Grand Canyon, that showed rafting down the Colorado and some interesting, breathtaking views.
Later that night, I took Christopher and three boys to see the University of Texas Longhorns take on the BYU Cougars volleyball. Either way would be a win for me since I'm a fan of both schools. The Longhorns won, and the boys were happy just to be there and have access to the concession stands. One of the boys kept calling it the confession stand by mistake. I thought that was so cute. From left to right, it's Christopher, Christian, Max, and Joseph.
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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Ah, my true love sport is volleyball, though I much prefer watching men's. But I'd have enjoyed watching the Cougarettes too. And heck, you got to take care of your confessions all at the same time. Does that mean you still have to go to church tomorrow or do you get a day off now?