Kris McDonald:
CLASS OF 1990
Hastings High SchoolClass of 1990
Hastings, NE
Red Cloud Elementary SchoolClass of 1990
Red cloud, NE
Red Cloud High SchoolClass of 1990
Red cloud, NE
Deshler Elementary SchoolClass of 1990
Deshler, NE
Deshler High SchoolClass of 1990
Deshler, NE
Kris's Story
Years pass, dreams change, youth falls away to be replaced with experience and, a sense of wisdom. 18 years later, 3 kids later, 7 jobs later, 1 husband later, 1 dog later, 2 homes later, countless romatic comedies later.....doesn't matter how you measure time, it still passes so quickly.
I'll admit I don't weigh the same as I did in high school. I have a FEW white hairs, some new wrinkles but, I still laugh like I used to, smile when I know a cute little secret or get the inside joke. I LOVE TO LAUGH!!! I love to make other people laugh.
I enjoy cuddling with my children and tickling them without mercy. Ok with mercy!!! I'm a MOM!!! OMG, what was I thinking??!!?? 25 years of some short person pushing their way into the bathroom, no regard for privacy. 25 years of someone always wanting something at just the moment when I'm finally starting to fall asleep. Oh yeah! At least 20 years of worrying about causing that freak out moment that we all had when we walked in on our parents!!! Don't even try to deny it! It happenned to EVERYONE!! Get over it, just try not to share it with the kids. Really as a parent my job is to produce healthy, happy, independant people who can do their own damn laundry, think for themselves, make good choices, and contribute to society. I take that seriously...but good lord can't I just once wake up without someones leg or foot or armpit in my face because THEY had a nightmare??!!
I've got 5 children!!!! Help me?
OH! Oh! I finally understand why a lot of men DON'T put the toilet seat up ladies!!! PAY ATTENTION!!! My son was the key to the mystery!!! At one point in time, every little bo...Expand for more
y has been standing at the bowl after putting the seat up, and without fail...WHACK! right down on the poor little thing! OMG. The memory makes me cringe but, in the moments when I could barely contain my laughter at the pure evilness of the damn seat and my motherly sense of consoling and dealing with "the injury" The moment of clarity came!!!!! Men are afraid of this very thing happening AGAIN! Though they may not recall the incident specifically, I'm sure if you have a mother-in-law who tells stories of the embarassing nature, you have only to ask and I'm sure she'll have a similar "attack of the toilet seat" story to tell. Just trust me on this :D
I try to have a sense of humor about nearly everything in life. I also try to remember as much about a person as possible. It's terrible to feel forgotten, so I try very hard not to forget. I also have a desire to stuff old burning socks in peoples mouths who lie. I can't help it. Lieing is a waste of time and energy, theirs and mine. My theory is basic, if they want to talk crap then they should should taste crap, though I'm not evil enough to go that far, I think the old socks is point enough.
I'm sure I've rambled long enough that you think me a mad woman....lol.
I am not however. When someone has so many things inside their head, sometimes it's difficult to organize them into ONE cohesive thought.
If you were to know nothing else about me, know these: I have a very big heart, broad shoulders, thin skin, a quick witt, a sharp tongue when I'm soured but, would never set out to hurt anyone for any reason ever!
Enjoy your life, live it...and dont' forget to laugh, loudly...
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