A Supernats kind of birthday

We met at Caca's for Chris' birthday celebration. Firsts things first was eating at Sweet Tomatoes, catching up on gossip, children, family, celebrity boyfriends and weight gain. Second, the opening of the presents.

FU Penguin given by Caca.


Halloween gifts which will be on display long before October.


She received a calendar of "Cats in Hats"-candle-wallet-watercolor print of fat orange cat-pumpkin sugar scrub-chocolates ... but her favorite gift of all was...

The Supernatural Boyz on her birthday cake!




Next, a trip to Target to purchase stuff to organize-clean-decorate my laundry room. This lasted almost 2 hours. It's all Caca's fault, her damn organized laundry room has haunted me and caused me to lose sleep.

Finally, some pics of my grandchild. Pegs. She was a naughty girl, she tried to bite and scratch her grandma.




Happy Birthday Chris!

Christine Kay Hunsaker Spiro

Was born today, a few years ago in Holbrook Arizona, land of the Navajo.



Chris is an amazing sister, no seriously, amazing. Sometimes, I think she worries more about me than I do. She would do anything for me, she always has my back. She and I finish each other's sentences, read each other's minds and with one look between the two of us chapters of information are passed.

She is passionate about her children, her family, cats and the boys from "Supernatural."

She is funny as hell and very quick with the witty quips. She's smart too, in fact I hate when she corrects me on word pronunciation, but she's always right.

I have never been happier than when I found out she would be moving to Phoenix from Salt Lake. I couldn't stop smiling. Her husband has mentioned quite a few times that he would like to move back to Salt Lake, sorry Mike, I will kidnap her and hide her in my shed before that happens.

Chris, thanks for being such a sweet, perfect sister. I'm so glad Mom and Dad decided to have one more child, I can't imagine my life without you.

The Office...Par Tay

My sister Chris is amazing, just look at these party favors. She pulled off a kick ass 2nd Annual Premiere Office Party.



Look closely and you will see Meredith, Andy, Pam, Phyllis and a very sour Angela.



Eri & Zach did not come in costume, because they are lame.



Chris has an amazing collection of Halloween Cats, for which I am jealous and kept returning to this table to see what I could take without her noticing.



Chris won best costume. Her wig might have been passed around.



Sween was mostly interested in eating, she didn't find any of us the least bit amusing. She called us "lame nerds that need to get a life."

Happy Birthday Sister

We did what we do best, ate, laughed and discussed the pertinent issues like what middle aged movie star is holding up best, how does anyone take McCain seriously and which "Supernatural" boy is hottest. Chris might have mentioned how she would like to lick those boys from head to ummm toe.



I love her for many reasons. She is an involved mother, an unselfish mother and a cognizant mother.


She was born to be a great sister. She has held my sanity together with her bare hands during some bumpy years, she makes me laugh and even laughs at me. She loves my children almost as much as I do. Her empathy is limitless.


She loves cats.


She is intelligent, funny and a great cook. Her Texas Sheet Cake should be bronzed and her Sweet Potato Casserole is renown, just ask Tim. I hear about that damn casserole for months after Thanksgiving.


My favorite picture of Chris. We had just started our vacation with Allison and Kristin, it was a crisp day in Sequim Washington and the pumpkins and scarecrows made us happy.


So here's to you Mrs. Spiro-- During those long days and hours of taking care of a house, husband, 3 children, church duties, cleaning, cooking, 3 animals and a yard--don't forget to be carefree, happy, giggle, to go get your hair and nails done and continue your love affair with 20ish hotties. Never lose yourself. I love you dear little sister.

Suicide by Letter Opener

I woke up this morning and it started off very wrong. I got on my scale and saw a 2 lb gain and this after trying all my tricks. Fatness was more clingy than usual, and his meowing was a whiny/howl/death spiral of neediness, I curtly told him to leave me alone. My commute started off with my coffee spilling and some hard core cursing, followed with 2 road closures and a woman in an ugly Toyota tailgating me. I was going my usual appropriate 65 MPH and she was obviously late for her “I’m an GD Effing Idiot” seminar.

It’s a day like this when I’m close to stapling myself to death, that I breathe a sigh of relief when I see this in an email subject line: “Indulge me/boredom” and the paragraph begins: “Ok I am developing an unhealthy obsession with The Bachelorette.” Aaaah, an email from my sister.

She is my sanity touchstone, and pop-news sidekick. She saves me from committing felonies and overdosing on Diet Coke and Skittles. Here is a sampling of why I love her emails:

“I hate this effing time of year… I take Abby to swimming lessons and sit and watch her outside and I am a sweatbox by the end. The only upside are the cute jailbait lifeguards who swagger around the pool.”

She listens to me rant about how much I hate John Travolta and his big fat head and his stupid Scientology and the fact that he parks a jetliner at his house and kisses Oprah’s fat ass and then… she agrees with me:

“…John Travolta is gross. He and Nicolas Cage have descended into doing ridiculously stupid movies all the time when they used to be decent actors. I know, John T used to be hot with a capital H.....his head is ginormous.”

Thanks for seeing things my way sis, and spending the better part of your day on the Internet looking for the men from “The Bachelorette.” You have delayed my office-suicide for another day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS!

Christine Kay Hunsaker Spiro turned 40 years old today and she doesn't like it one bit.



I couldn't imagine my life without you, if I could keep you in my back pocket I would. I believe when God created the "sister" it was you he had in mind. I love you with all my heart.

Sisters aren't necessities. They're luxuries.

In honor of my younger, smarter, more clever sister, I present a few photos from our early years.


I already knew she would end up valedictorian of her class, look at her intensity as she studies her dandelion, she was already brilliant. I was more worried about how crooked my mother had cut my bangs.


Why are we all wearing our Sunday best as we crawl around Indian ruins? We were just that kind of high class. A faux fur collar is never wrong.


I wasn't happy that my grandma had chosen Chris to stand near her, between that and my mom's 3 foot beehive and soccer inspired stripe jacket, I was doing my best to remain calm.



Chris wanted to hold the real cat so I handed her a stuffed cat and told her to deal with it.


Chris commanded all of us to stand on this hill. She taunted me with her bruising remarks about my highwater pants and made Jeri cry when she pointed out her bad choice of sandal.


Chris is seen here holding one of our more gifted cats, Chris taught this cat how to meow show tunes and knit triple combination covers.


Here we all are squinting into the morning sun in front of one of our favorite posh hotels, the Travel Lodge. Chris carried this evil bear everywhere, she said it spoke to her and told her to laugh at my western shirts and ask me why my hair looked like rain gutters.


So there you are, a glance into the life of one gifted child, Christine Kay Hunsaker Spiro.