Saturday, January 10, 2009

One Year

Ok, so it's been a big fat year since I've blogged. So here it is in a nut shell.


-Upgraded to Captain on the E-190
-Spent about 150 nights away from home
-Tiled the downstairs bathroom
-Put hardwood in Master bedroom, Upstairs Hallway, and Family Room
-Cooked hundreds of breakfast's
-Put a lot of hours on HIS boat
-Was very good to his wife and kids

-Started her first job away from home in many years working part time for a non profit organization for the aging.
-Has 30 new grandmothers
-Quit biting her fingernails
-Took 30 Senior Citizens to the "Senior Prom"
-Ran for Alzheimers
-Did 365 loads of laundry
-Did 365 loads of Dishes
-Wiped a 3 year old butt at least 365 times
-Vacuumed 580 miles of carpet
-Turned the big "30"
-Coached Soccer
-Had a lot of fun with family and friends

-Finished first grade and started second
-Played soccer and ROCKED
-Reads ALL the time
-Fell in love with the Jonas Brothers
-Confuses herself with Hannah Montana
-Continues to be the "easy" one, sweet as can be
-Has a BFF, and many others... Very much a social butterfly
-Skiing on the BIG SKIS
-Lost her hamster to the cat :( Poor Squeeky

-Started Kindergarten and loves his teacher
-Continued to be hilarious
-Lost a ton of teeth.... because he forced them out.
-Played soccer
-Is also Skiing on the BIG SKIS and loves the tube
-Helped dad with every project
-Loves to write books
-Played with friends
-Dug Holes
-Got a killer light saber for his birthday
-Has spent many hours playing with Legos
-Had a stitchless year
-Neutropenia still lingering

-Was Cute
-Was Naughty
-Sucked his thumb for 1000 hours
-Has a girlfriend
-Potty Trained!!
-Got ear tubes
-Got a new bike
-Helped dad
-Spent many hours playing outside
-Ate a lot of pancakes

Friday, December 7, 2007

A little Visitor

Last evening when the kids and I were leaving for town Tanner noticed 2 birds in the garage. I tried to shew them out, no luck and I didn't have time to really get them out so I left them in the garage. When we got home, same deal, didn't have time to deal with it, was late and I needed to get the kids to bed. Once again I left them in the garage.
I actually forgot about it til this morning when I went to take the kids to the bus stop. I opened the garage door and one flew out. I left the garage door open while I took the kids up the street thinking that the other would make his way out while I was gone.
I came back with a list of stuff to get done before 10:00. I've been looking forward to watching a friend who appeared on The Martha Stewart Show this morning.
So, I got the beds made, laundry started, some folded, Tyler and my self bathed and dressed, and a few other things. I ran down the stairs at 9:55, put on some hot water for tea, and was so proud of myself for getting so much done in less than 2 and a half hours. I could sit and watch Martha with nothing else nagging at me in the back of my mind that I should be doing.
Just as I sad down I heard ruckus coming from the dining room. Cats. I ignored them, but they kept up. They were both hissing and clicking their teeth. I pause Martha, put my tea down and went into the dining room and this is what I found:

Yep, that's a bird on the dining room light fixture and Marty on the table licking his chops.
I propped all the doors open thinking he'd leave but he stayed. He actually looked pretty happy flying around the house. At this point I'm laughing, thinking it's all pretty hilarious. Tyler couldn't believe it.
Here's how the next 45 minutes went-
He flew around the Kitchen:

Back to the Dining Room:

To the Kitchen again:

And then to the Family room to hang out in the Christmas Tree. (I'm a little annoyed that I'm not catching Martha like I planned, but still laughing, I've got DVR):

He flew back and fourth between the three rooms for a bit until the little S**T seriously wore out his welcome. What makes a bird think that he can poop on the wall in somebody's kitchen or on their Christmas tree ball?

That was it, i got the broom. I'm not laughing anymore-

I chased him madly around the house from one room to the other screaming and yelling and swinging the broom-

That's it, I'm done playing this game. You're a dead bird.
I got the CO2 pistol out of it's place, loaded it and pointed it at the bird-

Oops, I forgot to turn on the laser light. I wouldn't want to shoot the ceiling. I'm from Wyoming and all but not so much a sharp shooter. I put the red dot right on the middle of his little fat body, and started humming Nah Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah Nah, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye. My finger tensed on the trigger... I was done with this bird. He had taken my morning away from me.

OH NO- What if it bleeds, or guts pop out? I can't do it, because I can't deal with BIRD BLOOD. EEEEW.
I'm smart enough to know that the air pistol won't blow the bird to pieces but I'm not sure about a puncture.
Chris won't be home til midnight and I don't have the stomach to clean up the consequences. Big or little. I can't let my kids see the mess and Motor and Marty would probably try to eat it. EH.

Then I heard Tyler and his friend Addison coming down the stairs jabbering to each other. I couldn't let them see me pointing a gun at a bird. So I ran in the kitchen and hid the gun on top of the fridge. I felt like I was 15 getting caught doing something questionable. And to boot, Addison is the smartest 2 1/2 year old I've ever met. There's nothing getting past this boy, he'd tell his mom for sure. Seriously, he probably could have driven himself to his playdate. The boy is bright.
With two little boys eyes on me I had to collect myself, rethink and come up with another plan to get the bird out of the house. Maybe I should just wait til Chris got home.
I left the doors propped open, grabbed my tea which was pretty much iced by now, sat down, unpaused Martha and about 15 minutes later out of the corner of my right eye I saw Mr. Bird fly out the back door.

He's out there somewhere. You can see Motor is still on the prowl.

Thank goodness for the DVR or I would have completely missed The Martha Stewart Show.
By the way-
Jenni Bowman did a great job on Martha today. Take a look at her cute little treats at


Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Another day

Thanksgiving was fab. No yams though. Although I would have never touched them with a ten foot pole, I missed the yams. I really did.

Everyone is well here for the most part. Tanners tube fell out of his ear in the bath tonight. It was quite cool actually. Tiny, not as long as I imagined. Seriously like this _ long.

Chris in the sky as I type, I'm laying in bed alone once again. (add it up - in the last 8, I've spent about 3 alone). Sniff, Sniff. Just kidding, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Hell, I don't get punched for snoring when I sleep alone. Yep, I do. I have a perma-bruise on my right arm from those 3 or 4 nights a week that Chris is home.
AND I doubt I'd get away with laying in bed watching Who's Line is it Anyway, LMAO, and eating skittles til the next morning.... Not to mention, I sleep diagonally.
But, to each his own, I suppose.

Gotta cut it short, power cord's downstairs and my hocus pocus isn't working on getting it up here.

HELP: Aubrey asked me if we could celebrate Hanukkah.

I'll post pics one of these days. I really will. Especially of the newest member of the family. Margaret(Peggy), my new BONSAI tree. She dropped some leaves, I freaked. But all is well. All is normal.

Thanks for reading, if you do. It's more or less for me to look back on and see what I did yesterday cause my STM is SHOT... And for my Twisted Sisters to read up on their sister from another mister.. At least I don't have arthritis. HA.


Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Who's Wayne?

I'm worried about my kids. I really am.
Aubrey and Tanner are running around the house in a circle singing "Wayne Wayne smell my thing". Tyler is running 5 steps behind them singing Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne.
I just asked who's Wayne and what's your thing? Tanner said, "I dunno, we just made it up". Where does this kind of stuff come from? Seriously, where?
Every other kid in America is singing Ring Around the Rosies, and I've got Wayne, Wayne, Smell my thing at decibels that are making my head spin.

30 minutes to bedtime.

Going to our friends for Thanksgiving. I lucked out this year! All I'm responsible for is mashed potatoes and a pumpkin pie! Woohoo.

When I think of Thanksgiving I can't help but think of a particular Thanksgiving at my mom and dads house, oh, I don't know probably 7 years ago- They always invited people who needed a place to go. The lady insisted she bring the stuffing as she made the most delicious (she said).
The man and lady arrive with a massive batch of stuffing. It filled a roaster pan, the kind you cook a turkey in. She was thrilled and couldn't wait for us to try her secret recipe.
We helped our selves to all the fixings including K's stuffing. I think it was my dad who took the first bite, he was absolutely horrified. My brother scraped his stuffing off onto his wife's plate. Chris and I caught on that there was something wrong with the stuffing... We were all giggling trying to get it off our plates and on to someone Else's. It became the most hilarious game. All the while our guests had not a clue. Mom got up from the table and I followed. She scooped about 3/4 of the stuffing from the roaster to the trash and covered it up with paper towels. She looked as if she was gonna hurl.
She looked at me and said, "The stuffing has tuna in it".

Enough said, The stuffing had tuna in it.

I am thankful for my family, every single one of you.
I am thankful for my house.
I am thankful for my car.
I am thankful for my Church.
I am thankful for friends.
I am thankful for Virginia.
I am thankful for my life.
I am thankful that I have kids with the feet and bodies and brains that can run around and sing even if the song is Wayne Wayne Smell my thing.
and, I am thankful that K is not bring the stuffing to my Thanksgiving this year.

Dad, keep it beating regularly this year.


Monday, November 19, 2007

Suck it up.

We're on our 11th day of the HELL virus. Fever, sore throat, headache, stomach ache, mouth sores, and............ drum roll eye.
Anyone want to come over? HA
Today I washed all the sheets on super hot, Boiled all the toothbrushes, used a whole can of Lysol, and bleached the crap out of everything. What else do I do? Set off a bomb?
The kids have been home from school, Chris away, and I am (once again) 2 poopy diapers away from dealing blackjack in Vegas.
I swear Chris brings all this gunk home from work.
It's not all roses at 30,000 feet. The other day the flight attendant dinged the bell and told him that some old lady passed out in the galley by the lav. She was on her way to use the lav and totally bit it... when she woke up she proceeded to use the restroom. Chris was the next to use the restroom after the old lady. He walked in to find what looked like a poop tornado came through. He doesn't know exactly what she did in there but it was ugly... Poop on the walls, toilet, floor, mirror, and heaven for bid the soap dispenser. If you know him, you know his gagger.. The sight and smell sent him over the edge. I can here him now, cough, gag, huck, cough, gag. And I can see the look on his face. Anyhow, he "Out of Ordered" the lav, and the HAZMAT crew met them on the ground.
Needless to say, NO WONDER WE'RE SICK.
Thanks to dirty birds like her that can't keep there poop to themselves.
Send a little prayer our way that we may be healthy enough to be Thankful for our health and eat a little turkey too.

Here it goes.

This is going to be hilarious... The Kenney family blog may just as well be called the Griswold family blog... Cause in a nut shell, well, that's who we are. We resemble them in every way, from Ellen and Clark fussing in the car to Rusty and Audry bickering 24/7...
We've come to grips with it. WE ARE THE GRISWOLDS.
I tend to be brutally honest, so if you don't like what you read here by all means don't read it. You are in control of your www dots, not me.