It Is With Sadness…


What would you do if you had one week left…?


It is done. My time is up and I’m moving on…but to what? That is the bajillion dollar question.

If you are like me, you crave continuity, reliability, and a steady, if somewhat monotonous, source of income. I like knowing there is going to be a paycheck at the end of two weeks.*

Those days are over.

This summer, before a tree derailed my free time, my only daycare option—aka Grandma—indicated she’d actually like to enjoy retirement before my son drove her to drink or broke her into kindling. (Or words to that effect.) The countdown ticking off the hours I could still work outside the home finally clanged its leaden clapper.

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls…”

So, I did what any sane individual would do. I panicked.

I spent a few hours…well, days really…maybe weeks…okay, I spent a lot of time devolving into a gibbering hot mess of indecision and fatal thinking:

How will I make rent?

How will I feed the mammoth I gave birth to?

How will I give up diet cherry Coke?**

This is what I do before I am capable of rational thought and planning. I engage all my worst coping mechanisms: I late night binge-watch television; I avoid responsibility; and, above all, I deny that anything is wrong.

I apparently can’t skip this step, as much as I want to, or as healthy as making sane, grown-up decisions would be, I need to stew.

But the time has come to pull on my big girl britches.*** It is time to get serious.

But first…

It occurred to me that I could have a little fun before I left my job. What were they going to do? Fire me?

MondayI declared it official Scarf Day.

Scarf Day
Alternate Title: Bad Hair Day Monday


Tuesday was my Fifties Throwback Tuesday

Kiri at Conference
I’m a throw-back rebel–I didn’t put it on a Thursday.


Wednesday was a hastily pulled together Patriotic Send-Off because I couldn’t find the costume I wanted to wear.

Patriotic Kiri
This is my go-to Fourth of July outfit–which I misplaced this year. There is a sense of closure from this OCD moment.


Thursday was my pride and joy—I wore my Harry Potter-Themed costume.

Kiri as Witch
Bring on the sock fetishists!



Do you know who I am? Bonus points if you get the in-joke with the locket. Hint: my last name is a clue.

And finally,

Fridaywords do not do this justice, I think…

Blue Kiri 3
I’m feeling a little blue today…


It is With Sadness that I depart my place of work. May I be remembered kindly…if a bit weirdly…by those I leave behind. And hopefully the blue hair spray will eventually come out.

Asterisk Bedazzled Footnote:

*I’m funny that way.

**The original title of this blog was going to beSupport My Coke Habit–GoFundMebut I decided this might not translate well if people didn’t read past the introduction.

***Big girls do not wear panties—it cramps their crack style.

20 thoughts on “It Is With Sadness…

  1. Big girls prefer big panties, granny panties, or none at all. Or that’s just me.
    I have a soda addiction as well, more of a variety, like anything I can get my lips on — it’s that bad. Generally, I have been able to afford my habit, or my husband has graciously provided it, but there have been dark times, decaffeinated times, times when effervescence was something I could only dream of…
    I LOVE THE BLUE, and could be persuaded to wear all my scarves at once for a photo op. I will call it The Kiri when I do.
    I’m wishing you well at finding work that allows you to parent AND feed your mammoth. Best of luck! x

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  2. I totally hope “The Kiri” catches on. I could do with a little undeserved fame and adoration. All the better to market my weirdness platform and sell myself on the alter of social media.

    And, thanks for the well wishes. Feel free to chow down on popcorn and a giant soda while you watch my life unravel on the blogosphere. Here’s hoping my made-for-Tv life is not a tragedy in the making.


    1. In real life, I am much less interesting. It’s editing on the page and focusing on the funny things that makes me seem a thrill a minute. Besides, who wants to remove the mystery?

      But, I’ll admit, I can use all the good friends I can get. Feel free to consider yourself a good friend indeed!

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  3. K, I hope you find work that will comfortably pay the bills, allow you to eat out now and then, because, who doesn’t love that, and of course shop for additions to your fabulous scarf collection. I don’t know what you are planning on but this little pin I stumbled on had a whole lot of paid writing sites. –

    Best of luck Chicky. Keep us informed. xo

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      1. 😀 Hahahaha –well, thank you! 😀 🙂 Now, I have to say, my taste in art has never been described in those terms before, but now that you mention it, the 50’s were pretty hip – the whole Fonzie millarkey aside, of course . 😀

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