About Me

Hello!!

(Me)

Let me tell you a little bit about me and about this blog.

I live in a tiny little town in Utah and love it! 

I met my husband on a blind date .

We were married on October 14th 2010

We are proud parents of cute little boy who is almost 2 years old and a new baby girl born in June..

(Fun Facts about me)

-I love anything crafty.

-I am learning to love to cook

-Love scrapbooking

-I attempt to sew and want to get better at it.

-As a family we love to do anything outdoors I have recently took up a new love for fishing we have quite a few lakes really close to our house and have started fishing. 

-Love country music.

-We have milk goats. Thats right I milked my first goat a few months ago, and now do it everyday. Its actually relaxing believe it or not. 

(About the Blog)

-Like i said i love to craft and such and i would like to share my projects and recipes and everything like that with all of you!

-Why i picked the name sticky kisses and dirty dishes?

I heard a song once and loved the lyrics because it fit our family so well so i got it from a song. here are the lyrics 

Mama hollers "Supper time, 

And don't make me tell you twice
Wash your hands and wipe your face.
The table's no place for your toys, 
And try to use your inside voice, 
Don't dig in 'til we say Grace."
So we put down our forks and bowed our heads
And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said:

"I wanna thank You Lord, 
For noisy children and slamming doors, 
And clothes scattered all over the floor, 
My husband workin' all the time, 
Draggin' in dead tired at night, 
My never ending messy kitchen
And dirty dishes."
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/scotty_mccreery/dirty_dishes.html ]
We all got real still and quiet, 
And daddy asked "Hon, are you alright?"
She said, "Dear, ain't nothing wrong, 
Noisy kids are happy kids, 
And slamming doors just means we live, 
In a warm and loving home, 
Your long hours and those dishes in the sink, 
Means a job and enough to eat.

So I'm gonna thank You Lord, 
For noisy children and slamming doors, 
And clothes scattered all over the floor, 
A husband workin' all the time, 
Draggin' in dead tired at night, 
A never ending messy kitchen

For my little busy bees
Beggin' mama, mama can we please?
Always wantin' me to call their name
Loads of laundry pilin' up
Crayons crushed into the rug
And those little sticky kisses
And dirty dishes, 
And dirty dishes..."