Kathy Brasby Blog
About that treasure
Buying an old house is a little like the first vacation after you get married: you’re not really sure what you’ll discover there. But that hasn’t slowed my husband and me. I am referring to buying old houses. Our first vacation is so far behind us that we can actually...
Laundry?
I have a friend who claims to love doing laundry. She’s still my friend, which, I hope, reveals a ton about my tolerance level. My children were all instructed in the operation of our washing machine so that, by the time they could climb, they could do their own...
The calendar dance
If it wasn’t for Jeff Huddlestern, I might think my calendar was absolutely perfect. I am not one of those people who alphabetizes their to-do list and writes down the content of their chest freezer. But I do keep a meticulous calendar. Finding a calendar that synched...
Gold bars
My rich uncle in Nigeria - the one who wanted to help me inherit the million bucks - appears to have abandoned me. So has the thoughtful lady who emailed me stating that my resume is so impressive that she’ll send me money just for laundering hers. That’s an...
A magnificent cake dream
Our family has always dreamed of crafting those extravagant cakes like the Food Network highlights. Some of the kids invested time on 4-H cake decorating units. A 4-H project manual builds basic skills so unit one zeroes in a simple icing, a couple of tools, and a...
About those eggs
I know you know where chocolate milk comes from and that red cows don’t produce strawberry shakes. But rural people often laugh at the misconceptions that non-rural people have. Some of the simpler wrong notions include the idea that black cows give chocolate milk or...
Letting the idea pass
The secretary and I were the only two women working in this shop. There’s something about rubbing elbows with a bunch of guys with oil stains on their hands that can give you willies at night. The secretary was deathly afraid of mice. We’re talking...
Running out of gas
For some people, their car defines their image. For others, their car just reveals it. We were filling our car at a little gas station when we noticed a young man pushing his car up the driveway of the station. He was a skinny guy but he had the driver’s door open so...
Digging into the archive box
I knew things were going to get a little sticky when I uncovered an ink refill for a printer that I don’t remember owning. I had cracked open my archive box to search for a CD (I’ve already dated this story, huh? My latest computer doesn’t even have a CD drive). But...