Call me KB the Walrus

Well, mercy! Remember how I said a few posts ago that I would be a shoo-in for Olympic gold in pouting and ranting? I have to admit my real talent is spilling. Not just small spills. Massive spills that send me into cleaning frenzies that would rival the best housekeepers in the entire universe!

When we moved here, we remodeled the kitchen. Our cabinet maker, Ricky Lewis, said people who splattered the fronts of their cabinets were called walruses. Through the years, I have found that to be my alter-ego. From the roundness of that creature, to the facial hairs, to the ability to soak down the fronts of my cabinets, I have to admit it.

Hello. My name is Kara Beth, and I am a walrus.

Before and after my knee surgery, I was told to drink protein drinks to speed my recovery. I love those drinks that satisfy my overwhelming NEED for chocolate without the calories of a Mr. Goodbar.

I usually try to make up several at a time in the blender and store them in the refrigerator. I pulled out the blender, poured in the milk, and carefully placed the chocolate mix in the blender top – which I had placed in the sink to prevent spilling the chocolate powder. I don’t usually place the lid on the blender because I don’t run it long, and I put in on a very low speed. I put the blender top onto the motor and flipped the switch.

Only thing is, I forgot to make sure the other switches were in the off position.

What followed was a mess to behold. From upper cabinets to floor, across me, the counter, on, over, behind, and under the stove, and the floor, the chocolate milk drink spewed with wild abandon until I flipped the main switch to off. And after I had adequately screamed.

My daddy always said, ‘measure twice, cut once’. I guess that adage also applies to double checking the switches beforehand.

Oh, well. That was one more thing I needed to do before my heart catheterization this week. The cleaning – not the spilling.

God loves me anyway. As a walrus, a pouter, or a ranter.

And God loves you! Have a great week.

Blessings

KB

Psalm 139:13, 14  For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

But I sometimes wonder if He dropped a stitch when I pull a stunt like this.