Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Calmness--my arss

A few weeks ago, I was doing laundry with the ever popular stackable washer dryer combo. I stuffed clothes in the washer, stood up and promptly whacked my head on the corner of the dryer door. O. U. C. H.! I immediately hit the floor whaling in pain. Mark sauntered down the stairs a few minutes later, stood over me, and calmly asked what happened. After I answered he said something like, "Hmm, did you know you are getting blood on the carpet?"

"W H A T?!?" I screeeeeeeeeamed. I sat up and sure enough, I was bleeding. The pain was seriously so bad I did not know. Not only was my hand a mess, my hair (which I had just washed in the shower like 10 minutes previous. grrrr) was matted and DARK red, and the blood started running down my forehead in thick streams.

Mr. KIR JUST STOOD THERE.

I squawked, "Ummmmm. Do you think you could get me a rag or something?" He sauntered over and slowly got a rag. He then meandered my way, handed me a teeny, tiny, only corner moistened rag and said, "Well, we're out of milk. I'm going to head out and get some."

OH YES HE DID! Not a care for my well-being crossing his ever manly mind.

When he arrived home later and I was still bleeding, he said, "Huh, maybe you should have gone and gotten stitches."

YOU THINK?

And now, even though the wound is healed and the scar is covered by my bronze tresses...the emotional damage---well, it goes on and on and on and...

Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Pippster

We got a puppy. AM I crazy? YES! Do we miss Momo just too much? YES!

I was bound and determined to get ONLY a dog that was hypoallergenic, a female, potty trained and PAST the chewing phase.

Two out of four isn't bad!!
(Photo by Lynne Oliver press here to see more)

Meet Pippi (as in Pippi Longstoking)
She is a miniature poodle and cute as can be! She dances and hops like a bunny for treats and LOVES to play fetch and sits when you call for her. (The last one may seem weird, but without a fenced in yard... it is great for when she starts to leave ours!)

We got her from a shelter in Indiana and feel so lucky! We are also grateful for the silly person that trained her and then gave her up/lost her! She is wonderful! We can't wait to see what she looks like with fur as she had to be shaved when the pound found her.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Why I HATE April Fools Day

April Fools Day began the night before with Mr KIR and Pony Girl searching the internet for over an hour -AT BED TIME- trying to find the perfect joke for school. Which then required Mr. KIR the use of my craft stuff and a run to the store for supplies. The excitement of it all caused Pony Girl to keep getting out of bed to make sure the joke was coming along and just right for the "great" day tomorrow .OH BROTHER.

That in and of itself would be fine, sweet even. What's not to moosh your heart about a dad pranking with his cute little girl?

BUT. BUT. BUT, Pony Girl LOVES this holiday. I promise you this day is very similar to Christmas for her!!

She continued to make the day by "fooling" her dad. She poured allllll the cereal out of their plastic bags, letting all the little bits free-roam in their boxes. Why allllll the cereal? Because she wasn't sure which one he would eat. OHHHH. See now that makes total sense to the mom who now must clean it all up. So funny!! She then locked Sweetums out of her room before said sister was fully dressed, causing me to have to trudge upstairs to a crying 7 year old, scour around for a door un-locker, all in the name of holiday fun! April Fools....

And so as not to be outdone, RIGHT in the MIDDLE of family prayer, yes I said RIGHT in the MIDDLE, Sweetums, YELLS at the top of her lungs, "PONY GIRL! YOU HAVE A HUGE SPIDER ON YOUR BACK!"

What the...It is only 7:20 in the morning.

It's going to be a long day!

I think just for a bit of fun myself, I shall announce to the kids, "I bought a puppy today."

We'll see who has the last fools laugh then.

(Okay, I know that is really mean. I know! I know! AND I won't really do it. This day just brings out the best in me...)