Weekends

At what point in our lives do weekends become more work than the work week. When I was young the weekend seem to last forever. I always felt so rested by Monday and ready to start my week. The weekends used to consist of going to ballgames, watching TV, hanging out with Friends, maybe going shopping, going to church, and the wonderful afternoon nap. Now the weekends are full of grocery shopping, house work, shuttling my children around town, staying up way too late, getting up way too early, still going to church, but also teaching Sunday School, children's church, and small group. I am now more exhausted on Monday than I am on Friday. I want to go back to the good 'ole days when I didn't need to accomplish anything on the weekend!

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We're rich

Amanda has been trying to get me to blog but haven't felt it until this week, so here I go. This past week started out like most other weeks, hating working and looking forward to being with our friends. Amanda told me that we had been invited to Troy and Amber's house to hang out with them and feeling the spirit of the fall brisk air, I suggested a bonfire and hotdog roast for the kids. Done!!! I was so excited, looking forward to that night was the highlight of the week but woke up Friday morning feeling depressed due to the rainy conditions. I had high hopes that the rain would stop, but at 3:30 it was still going strong. My day was crushed. I know it sounds stupid, but the things I look forward to the most are being outside and sitting around a campfire with my kids and friends. Now the fear of cancellations started to become a bigger reality. Who would want to go now. At 5:30 we started on our way to pick up the kids from my mom-in-laws (who is awesome) and then to Troy's house for the Debbie Downer party. As we pulled up to the house, Casey and Jessica's car was there and I was surprised to see that Ryan, Jennifer and Shane's cars were there as well. They didn't cancel! As we brought in our goodies, I opened the backdoor to a group of strangely dressed people yelling surprise. I was completely confused by this point and wondered why I wasn't invited to dress up. It was several seconds later that I heard someone say "Happy Birthday". Who's birthday is it I asked? It's your's. ???????I had completely forgotten about my birthday coming up and was floored that I had friends that would put so much time and effort into these parties. I can't begin to describe the outfits that were displayed for the 80's theme night but I do have photo's. We sat around and ate for a while until a special visitor came busting through the door, Troy the Rocker sporting a AC/DC outfit complete with mullet. Instead of a cake, there were two bowls of candy. Amber did fix me an individual halloween colored cake with sour candy stuck all over. Standing there holding this cake and wearing the ridiculous outfit that my wife had bought me to wear, ( oh yes, I had to dress up too) it was a nice realization of how rich my family is with friends this great. This was absolutely one of the best birthday presents I've ever had.

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For better or for worse

Saturday was a day filled with excitement and wonder. The smells of grass, crisp air and BBQ filled the air. As I sat in Auburn University right behind Stanford Hall, I watched thousands of people passing by in all shades of orange and blue. Children were running by with painted faces and ribbons and streamers hanging from thier hair. Footballs were flying through the air, loft by people of all sizes from small children whoses dads were teaching them the "art" to older men who feel missed their chance to be the Heismann Trophy winner. We walked around and went into different bookstores filled with excited consumers digging for just the right token to take home with them. The streets were filled with automobiles with window painted and flags flying high. We even saw a few automobiles that were painted orange and blue with tails and flags and anthems playing loudly over the speakers. As we entered the stadium you could sense the anticipation in the air. "War Eagle" cries were bellowing form all directions. As we climbed to what felt like the top of Everest, we sat and watched as the show began to take shape. The band entered, the eagle flew, the smoke came out of the tunnel, and the football was kicked off with a booming "Wwwaaarrrrrr Eagle, hey". We were not dissappointed in the first few minutes with a returned kick for the first touchdown. We sat in amazement at the array of people, men and women, boys and girls, young and old, drunk and sober! At the half we were still leading even though we only had 77 total offensive yards. But in true Auburn fashion, the second half took a turn for the worse. We couldn't do anything right. The stadium that was once filled with "Bodda getta, bodda getta" now was filled with boos, mostly directed at Chris Todd. As we came to the realization that we were not going to win this game, our attention turned to looting! We stayed behind gather left cups, fans, ponchos, popcorn tubs, and shakers. By the end we had a large orang trash bag full of goodies! We had to leave that stadium knowing that we were not the Auburn team that we had been in the past, but our heads were high because we now have enough cups to last us until we come next year and hopefully get to roll Toomers Corner. And all in all I rather be a Tiger at its worst than an Alabama fan at its best!

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Hair

Women, do you ever have those days that you start fixing your hair as usual and suddenly you hate it. I don't mean that you just don't like it I mean hate with the intensity of wanting to just shave it and start all over. These days are dangerous and usually cause you to do something drastic. This day for me was yesterday. I was getting ready to go to the dreaded fall festival. I haven't been able to go to the school yet this year and really wanted to look descent. I was having a hard time striking that balance of "She looks like she has it all together" and "Wow, a little overkill to be working in a concession stand." I was working on my hair and decided that I needed some bangs or something small just to get me by until I could get a hair cut. Surely a few bangs couldn't be that difficult. Well, I had been wearing my hair pulled back in a ponytail all day, so when I cut the bangs they stuck straight out! I tried wetting them, straighening them, curling them, and finally just tucked them under the rest of my hair. Running late now I gave up on what I was wearing and just threw on some clothes, threw on my "good" tennis shoes, and off it went. Needless to say I called my hairdresser as soon as I got in the car and got my hair cut at 6:15 last night. Now today I experienced a whole new frustration, trying t make my hair look like Angela made it look!

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Fall Festival

I cannot think of anything that I want to do less that work at the Fall Festival at the kids school tonight. And to top it all off, our class is in charge of the concession stand. I don't even know where the concession stand is going to be, so I am going to have walk around the whole school like an idiot looking for where I am supossed to be and then try to figure out what I am supposed to be doing. I hate nothing worse than going into a situation that I don't know what to expect. At least I am working it from 4:30 to 5:00 and most of the people will not be there yet.

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Welcome to Kughn Watch

I promise that your trip to this blog will not disappoint. There is always excitement in the Kughn family. We are known for our strange experiences and unbelievable stories. Last night was no exception. The children and I were working on some Halloween crafts and I was cooking dinner when Jonathan got home from work. I decide to venture out and try a new dish, Sesame chicken with brown rice pilaf and stir-fry. The rice was still kind-of crunchy so I thought that I would cover it with plastic wrap and pot it in the microwave to try to steam it. I took it out of the microwave and let it sit for a minute. When I pulled back the wrap steam poured out and burned my fingers on my right hand. I immediately put some cream on it, finished supper and we all sat down and ate. The chicken was good, but the dang rice was still crunchy. After we ate, Jonathan took the kids on a bike ride, an off road bike ride. There is a steep hill that he and Tanner had ridden down before and he couldn't wait to take Taylor, our thrill seeker. Jonathan came back a few minutes later with the welcome of "Get the peroxide". She had an accident going down a steep embankment and got all tangled up in her bike. Taylor walked in with scrapes on her forehead, nose, elbows, and a huge skinned knee. So much of the skin was gone that Taylor said that it looked like raw steak. Needless to say there were many screams when the peroxide did make an appearance. My favorite statement came from Tanner, of course. He said "Taylor, I'm sorry that you got hurt, but that was awesome!" The silver lining, she already had an appointment to get a haircut today to get some bangs, so the scrape on her forehead will be covered up.

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