February 4, 2012
Ink drawings
Poem: Life of a mom
Dishes to be washed
Floors need mopped
What more can I say?
The vacuum is calling my name
Showers must be clean
My plants need to be watered
Each day seems the same!
Cookies should be baked
Dinner has to be prepared
Which means I need groceries
Enthusiasm just can't be faked!
My feet are tired and sore
My back could use a rest
Yet there is much to do
Can I handle much more?
Kristi Patterson
August 25, 2010
February 2, 2012
Poem: OUR SAVIORS LOVE
He is our wonderful and awesome magistrate
He gave His life so we might be
Happy for all eternity
Our Savior did what no man could do
He redeemed our sins for me and you
He suffered them in Gethsemane
So we may be set free
Our Savior bled from every pore
Through Him He has opened up the door
So we should open up our hearts to Him
To defeat Satan and win
Our Savior is mightier than all the earth
He knows our potential. He knows our worth
We should rise and be like Him today
For that is the only way
Our Savior wants us to share the light
He set the way so we might
Live with our Father up above
All because of His love
Kristi Patterson
May 23, 1995
January 30, 2012
What I like •.•
I like beautiful things...
-----Flowers-----
-----Birds-----
-----Sunsets-----
-----Art-----
-----Music-----
-----Kindness-----
-----Love-----
-----Smiles-----
----Gratitude-----
-----Nature-----
These things are the first 10 that came to my mind. There is much to be grateful for. God gave us beauty and He also gave us the ability to see the beauty in everything.
January 29, 2012
Growing up
My oldest is seventeen. It still is hard to believe it!
Friday night I brought my three oldest to the movies and I also brought Hillary's boyfriend. It was fun.
The usher who was exit greeting the movie told my kids I look like I am 20. He was shocked I am 35. A few people I work with at the theater said I look very young. One apologized and I let her know it makes me feel good. I love when I bring my kids to meet the people I work with.
In the summer I'll have 3 teenagers. Beautiful young ladies. My twins will be eleven in June.
I love my daughters!!
January 27, 2012
The arch came tumbling down
No, actually a contractor took the arch down. Our arch in front of our house was cracked and moving all the bricks. The architectural design was flawed. So it was torn down and a new arch is going up.
January 22, 2012
Hillary's Birthday Party...
Tonight we celebrated her 17th Birthday party. It seems strange that I have a daughter that age already.
She recently learned how to knit and I bought her a bunch of yarn and needles. She had some needles already but she wanted smaller ones. I also bought her a couple pairs of jeans and a new shirt. My mom bought her several shirts that Hillary loved. She needed new clothes really bad.
I had fun hanging out with her this weekend. She went with me to buy some Zebra finches. We went out to eat a couple of times.
Her birthday is later this week, but I didn't have my other children this weekend while they are at their dads. It was great just Hillary and I.
I should of taken pictures. I just thought of that. Oh well!
January 14, 2012
KINDSEY
This is one of my twins. I took this picture before school one day. Kendree was running late and didn't have time.

January 4, 2012
YESTERDAY
It would of been my dads 65th birthday yesterday. I cried for him. My tears don't come as heavy as they used to. It's been almost a year since he passed away. I miss my dad!
January 3, 2012
Poem: DAD
A dad, husband, grandpa, son, brother, uncle, nephew and friend.
He loved, served, taught, blessed, and sacrificed for his family.
Heavenly Father sent us to earth and gave us to our mom and dad.
Our dad departed from this life in peace and what peace that does bring.
He fulfilled life’s mission here in on earth, even though it is very hard.
Our Savior, Jesus Christ, through the atonement paved the way.
Our sweet and wonderful dad we love you with all of our heart.
Written by Kristi Patterson January 12, 2011
I wrote this poem for my dad who passed away on January 9, 2011 six days after turning 64. He was a wonderful man and father. I read the poem during the funeral. I prayed many times at what to write and I prayed I could read it well without crying too much. I was thankful I had the chance. I miss my dad very much.