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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Scribble and Scrambles - Smokin'




My aunt and nephew/cousin dropped by for a visit last night. After laughing at the ping-pong dogs we settled in for a chat.

Rob arrived shortly after that and with him came some serious campfire scent. N/C questioned the smell. Apparently, (I must confess that I only half-listened...as long as he's not spurting blood, I don't take work mishaps too seriously since there's hardly a day without one) the wood burning unit in the shop decided to back up and pump smoke into the building. Blah. Blah. He got it all taken care of and the only lasting consequence was the odor.

When people come over to sit a spell ya gotta offer them food. I had a partial bag of Valentine triple chocolate yum kisses I'd been hoarding, so in classic Martha Stewart hostess mode I tossed the opened bag on the table and told them to help themselves. (In defense of my hospitality skills, I did get my aunt water -- with ice.)

There was more chatter about fires and smoke. My aunt probably told the story about Scar Pie. (I was editing my N/C's work in progress.) Scar Pie, for the curious, was coined a couple of decades ago during a trip to Colorado. While we were enjoying a meal in a nice restaurant, a man at the next table lit up a cigar. Known the world over for our strong family trait of sarcasm, one aunt leaned toward the other and asked if she was enjoying her Cigar Pie. However, in the clinking of glasses and conversation, all that was heard was Scar Pie.

As the fire/food talk died down last night, my aunt, who's very polite and always shares chocolate and coffee, leaned over and offered a candy to Rob. "You want a smokin kiss?"

Now, I tell you, I've never had a woman ask my husband that while I was sitting right next to him. And my own aunt at that!

In some families, a person who made a verbal faux pas would blush and flee. Nope, in mine we will refer to it again and possibly even blog about it. You never know.

8 comments:

Chanda Canup said...

You are absolutely hilarious, Kelly. I love it! Love the Martha Stewart, the blah, blah, faux pas blogging...love it!

And thanks so much for your comment. Always love hearing from you!

Kim said...

Scar Pie and Smokin' Kisses....oh Kelly, you and my husband would get along fabulously!! He is the master of playing with words, and things get kind of Twilight Zonish at our house sometimes! TOO FUNNY!!!

I'd love to drop by for ice water and chocolate kisses! Sounds like a fun time!

Have a fabulous weekend!

Kim

Anonymous said...

I guess I am just trying to figure out how your nephew can be your cousin. Is this an Iowa thing?
Xta

<---That Girl said...

oh my gosh you're crackin' me up! I was wondering about that nephew slash cousin thing too...

Kelly Klepfer said...

sigh.

yes. it is an Iowa thing.

Not really. I have two cousins who are my kids ages and I used to spend a lot of time with them and they seem like nephews.

They sometimes stumble and call me Aunt Kelly.

It just seems so much more fun to /. and let people wonder.

kalea_kane said...

This was possibly one of the most enjoyable blogs I have read in a long time. I needed that. :)

Kelly

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Janet Rubin said...

Hey Kelly! Thanks for the kisses:)