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.

Night.

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.

LOVE and THANKS,
TK

Suck it up.

Hi-
We're on our 11th day of the HELL virus. Fever, sore throat, headache, stomach ache, mouth sores, and............ drum roll please...............pink 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.
So long, and WASH YOUR DANG HANDS.
TCK

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.