Sunday, March 27, 2011

This summer marked the 30th anniversary of my families experience in an airplane accident and the subsequent death of my mother. At the time I entered a post but could not publish it. My heart was too tender. However. time has past, and I finally was able to hit the ol' "publish post" key. If you want to read it here, feel free.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Thoughts From A Crazy Women

First: Mr. KIR has fled the country-AGAIN. Third time this year. It's March. He has 50,000 miles racked up with frequent flier program this year alone. (BTW figured out why they are called frequent flier miles--Because the flight attendants see the same people exiting the plane yet again and say That FREAK WENT on another trip so DAMN soon?!?) (I have not figure out why they changed the spelling to freq... Maybe to protect the FREAKS from knowing what the attendants are talking about?)

Second: I am blessed to have a loving Heavenly Father and MANY friends and family members close to help when things go wrong. NOTICE: I said when and not if.

Third: I don't like him traveling so much, but it is what it is and I am okay with this. (Why? refer to #2 please)

Fourth: My friend, whom we shall call Dathy, has a husband who is gone for MONTHS at a time and I was amazed by her before Mr. KIR started traveling, but since he has..she is my HERO.

Fifth: I hate 13 year old SUV's that happen to park in my garage.

Friday, March 18, 2011

The last few days my kids have said some pretty darn funny things. I have giggled and mental noted to myself to blog them.

But I am either extremely tired, extremely old, or both because for the life of me I can't even remember the subjects of the funny statements.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Piles

Mr. KIR comes from a long line of pilers. He walks in the door, piles whatever is in his manly hands wherever it lands and goes on his way. GRRRRRR.

The first part of our marriage I tried relentlessly to break him of this annoying, junk dumping habit. I failed. He was happy. I was not happy.

So I did what any good wife would do. I threw stuff away. I simply let the piles sit--waited quietly--if not impatiently--then chucked away. I was happy. He was oblivious.

Many months passed.
He caught on. He was not happy.
So when I started seeing this near the phone:


I was not happy. I bought this: 
He filled it up right away. I was happy. He was happy.
But soon after I found this:
He was happy. I was not. We discussed the matter.
We agreed, his handy, dandy caddy near the phone was all about his piles and by all means honey, PILE away; And as long as I find no more piles anywhere near my vicinity all will be well. I was happy. He was well informed.
I soon started to see the above pile again. Hmmmm. Maybe I had not make myself clear.
I cleared the confusion up by buying this:

He was happy. I was happy.
But recently I have found this:
I am not happy.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Spelling

Little Man is at the age where he asks, "Mom, how do you spell......"
 
In my head I aLWaYs think, "Relief? R-O-L-A-I-D-S."

Then I always giggle--out loud of course.