Thursday, November 19, 2015

we interrupt the photos ...

... to bring you this.

Sent from my iPhonei. Don't. Know.   How to.   Use. This  phone.    But. I'm. Trying. And  I hope this. Is. Your.  Number. My. Sweet. Kris. Angel. If. So  I'm. Sorry I did. Not. Get. Your. Call. I. Love.   You. Mom

Is this the sweetest note ever?     I adore this lady!


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

ever had one of these in your house?

That camera-looking thing found its way into my house recently.  So did the cute guy.  That tall light-sticky thing made its way in, too.

My house didn't know what to make of it all.

My kitchen was beside itself with glee.

It all started when this motley crew descended upon my neighborhood.  And then my house.  I sure did like this motley crew.

Here's another cute guy.  But I'm actually trying to point out that microphone-looking thing perched above his head.  It perched above my head a lot as well.  

Good thing I didn't call it a 'microphone-looking thing.'  Well, not all the time, anyway.

This is K.T.  Or Kate.  Or Katherine.  I could never figure out what to call her.  "Hey You" just didn't seem right.

I DID know what to call that tall thing sitting next to her.  It's a "camera-looking thing," right?

Ever had anyone stick a bare light bulb in your fireplace?  I kept thinking if the motley folks were cold, I could've just lit the fireplace.  But, I guess they had their reasons.

My little kitchen didn't know what to make of it all.  
I didn't know what to make of it all.
No one really knew what to make of it all.

Wanna see the backside of my fireplace?  There's another bare bulb in there as well.  I'm sure my fireplace didn't know what to make of it all, either.

Ever have one of these in your house?  

Okay, this time I can say that I have.  This cute guy hangs around a lot.  He's not part of the motley crew, he actually came with the house.  That lighting-thingy over his head did not.  It showed up about the same time as all those other people did.

And this little thingy here?  'Tis a monitor.  Folks could see what was going on in other parts of my house just by watching it.  Of course, if they'd just've stood up and peeked around the corner, they'd have known, too.  I guess it's more fun to watch TV, though.

I know I like to watch TV.  And come March, I expect you ALL to be watching TV.

Stay tuned (that's TV talk) for more photos tomorrow.

More formal TV talk, too.


Sunday, November 15, 2015


Something I have wanted for over 50 years ... is now mine. I can't even begin ... I can't grasp ... Well, the story doesn't even end here. And I can't wrap my head around any of it yet.

As I share the details just know that pictures are coming. For some reason, my iPad hates photos. Something must've happened to it, way back when. Awww, did someone tell you you were ugly when you were a child?  Other iPads can be so mean ...

But I am home now. It's been a whirlwind week to say the least. I met some incredible people and I visited one of the most beautiful cities in America.

Wanna know something funny?  Sure Kris, bring it on.  I wanted to protect the name of the city and state I was in ... so I told the world I was in Paris, France.   If you're going to lie, don't choose the  city that ISIS will strike in just three hours later.  Yep. Can I pick 'em or what?

Poor Paris. First ISIS and then me. I'll never be invited back there, that's for sure ...


Wednesday, November 11, 2015


So much SO MUCH so much has happened in just one week's time. I'm under a gag order so I won't share the intricate details but I can share some photos with you.   And I will. However, I'm not at home right now (where my computer is, darn it) so the photos will have to wait a couple of days.  This here little iPad doesn't quite get how to upload them.  Believe me, I've tried. 

But here's what I can tell you ... This has been one of the most beautiful weeks of my life. I'm in the middle of a love story, one that I believe Hollywood needs to get ahold of. And I'm SO proud to be a part of it. Hold on Hollywood, I'm not through with you yet. We've got a movie to make.  Well, one can hope. 

When you do get to view my story, my life, (and yes I'll be sharing the days and times just as soon as I know) I think you'll understand. I think you'll be on the edge of your seat. I know I will be. 

As I write this, I'm on a plane to Seattle ... changing planes there and heading to Spokane. From there I'll find a man in baggage claim holding a sign up with my name on it. (This sounds a bit like a scavenger hunt.)  (And maybe it is.)   I hope I can remember my name.  It's changed a lot, recently. 

Once in Spokane and safely nestled into a limo (!) I'll be heading to a hotel across the border into Idaho. C'oer d'aline, Idaho. I've probably got the spelling wrong, though. This is the one time auto-correct didn't try to show off. The one time I needed it to. 

Once in C'oer da A'line (why not, I'm on a roll) I get to meet up with a group of friends I've been hanging out with all weekend. I can't wait. They're a cool, cool bunch. 

And they gave me a pirate hat. But don't tell Liz. 


Friday, November 6, 2015

On With The Show!

This is IT!

Click on the photo ... or on the link below.

Either way ... 

D-D-D-D day's a-coming ...

Ha ha!  Skip that three days thing. Got word today that they're arriving tomorrow morning instead.  Plans have changed so much ... next thing I know they'll be here yesterday!

Tonight was change every light bulb/get rid of all the fake plants/do piles of laundry night.  Yep. No rest for the wicked. I'm mean, weary.

So, how are my nerves?  Like this ...

You can either click the link or the picture...

 Made my day

Cute little video that got my heart a-pumpin'.  Even more that it already was.

Doesn't hurt that I adore birds, either.


Wednesday, November 4, 2015

today is ...

November 4th.    The 4th of November.     Three days before IT.   It being a television shooting AT MY HOUSE.

A couple of days ago, I was notified that the shoot was moving forward. By a couple of days. Why?  No idea.

We have a production meeting first to talk about their plans for me. Then we shoot. Then it rains.  Why?  Why not.

So, we have two holes in our roof and water drips into my bedroom constantly.  Soooo, rain this weekend equals rain in my bedroom equals a slight lack of sleep. Why?  Think Chinese Water Torture.  The leak cannot be fixed until the shoot is over. Why?  'Cause I need the house to look good and, of course, it won't.  The repairmen left a blue tarp up on my roof when they were last here. Why?  To mess up my TV shoot, I'm sure.

Once this thing is over and on the air, you'll be sure to recognize me ... I'll be the dripping wet chica with a blue tarp on her head that fell through the hole in her bedroom ceiling and landed on her head ... all on camera.  Yeah, you can't miss me.


Thursday, October 29, 2015

these boots are made for walkin'...

The crickets are resting, the front of my house has had a face lift and my bushes have had a scalping.  My daughter is feeling better and I'm a jittery mess.  The closer my house-invasion gets, the jitterier my nerves get.

I'm in good spirits, though.  Exceptionally good spirits.

I've prepared myself the best that I can.  I think.  I've spoken to my pastor, I've spoken to the producer, I've spoken to anyone who'll listen.  I give up caffeine each morning and partake of it by 3:00 again each day.  Heaven knows, I DO NOT need caffeine right now.  I go to work and half-heartedly get through my days daydreaming about what's to come.  And about those ten men coming to visit me.

I've written my letter, I've sent photographs that I've been asked to send.

My next task is to go through a ton of boxes and pick out the things that I've been asked to compile.  A certain book, a certain letter, a certain this and a certain that.  And a couple more photos.  I just don't have the energy to tackle that task, though.  I'm too busy staring off into space and wondering and wondering.

We are due for some rain this weekend ... and, of course, I have a leaky roof.  That's on my mind, too.  Actually that's over my mind .. literally.

I was asked recently why I'm not funny anymore.  Well, it wasn't directly asked that way ... but that's how I heard it.  Maybe I only heard it in my head.  Who knows.  Funny isn't a word I'm using right now.  I'm too nervous.  I don't think I've ever been this nervous.  Not even on my wedding day, which, to date, was my most nervous-est.  I could not even force myself to walk down the aisle, I was THAT nervous.  I had to be given valium to get me down that long, long aisle.

Anyone have any spare valium?  Cuz this aisle is feeling mighty long right now.


Wednesday, October 28, 2015

so, what's up, kris?

My daughter is taking over Disneyland.  I don't think a day has gone by that she hasn't been playing at her new job site.  Taking in all of its glory and wonder and funness.  Yep, that's Elizabeth.

Today she called (from Disneyland) and said she wasn't feeling well; she hoped she hadn't eaten something that would knock her off her feet.  I told her to go home and rest ... and play tomorrow.  She said, "Uh, no.  I need to be distracted."  Likely excuse.

So, I offered to fly out there and help her get home ... but, of course, I would need to ride a few rides first myself.  Needless to say, I didn't fly out there ... and my daughter is still at Disneyland, six hours later.  Still riding and playing.  Yep, that's my daughter.  Nothing can take her away from her beloved Disneyland.

She does have another job on the horizon ... but it's in addition to Disneyland.  Both are full time jobs, though.  I wish her a lot of luck trying to fit them both into one life.

So what's up with the Kahles?  Not much.

Just readying our house for you-know-what, 11 days from now.  My roof leaks, my windows are in need of cleaning and we are being overrun by crickets.  Lots of things need to be shoved upstairs and out of sight of you-know-what ... but I haven't got the energy to do any of it.

Nope.  None.  Instead I come home and sit and stare.  And ponder what's about to come of my life.  It's a-changing, that's for sure.

Today I had to write a letter to you-know-who.  Not the easiest thing to do, writing a letter to someone you've never met ... and trying not to let it get to you.  But, it did.  It does.  It causes me to drift off into Neverland and wonder and wonder.

I just don't know what's on the horizon for me.  I don't even ask, even though I know some people who know.  It's just too weird.  Too. Weird.

You try it.  Try to write that kind of a letter.  I dare you.

Know what's bugging me the most right now?  Ten people are coming to my house.  To my over-run-by-cricket house.  In 11 days.  And all I want to know is ... will I get to go out to dinner with them?

Priorities ...


Sunday, October 25, 2015


So not only will my daughter be a tour guide at Warner Bros. (like mother like daughter ... I was a tour guide at NBC TV) Studios ... She began her job at Disneyland on Thursday. She knew going into this that she'd be in Critter Country working on one of three rides. Nothing to write home about. But true to Elizabeth form, she got more news-of-her-life.  Little did she know, but Critter Country has merged with New Orleans Square. And Elizabeth finished her training today having learned that she'll be working on her very favorite ride of all time ... The Pirates Of The Carribbean.

I can hear it now ....  Arrrr this and Arrrr that.   Oy vey.   I mean Ar vey.

But congrats, Liz. You'll look swell with that patch over your eye. I mean, your arrrrrye.