Kathy Brasby Blog
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...
Sweet scents
Grandma would watch the toddlers and our husbands wanted to watch the cars at the race track. So my sister and I decided on one of those free-spirit moments we’re good at. In our little town, that meant a trip to Walmart. As we wandered past the fragrance aisle, Sis...
A cookie assault
Pushing the beaters into my mixer was guaranteed to bring at least one small person into the kitchen. A little like how the cat responded to the electric can opener. No, exactly like the cat's response. So my four-year-old son appeared at my elbow right after I...
Outrunning the snake
I got fresh insight yesterday into why God gives us sons after the snake convention. Training to compete in 5K runs is totally misusing the word “compete” but there I was yesterday, getting in another two-mile run in preparation for my next 5K run. I compete only in...
Building a cage
We can be a little frugal (I avoided other terms like penny-pincher and scrooge-like) in our family. That’s why our daughter decided to spend a day crafting her own wire rabbit cage. Cheaper that way. I mean, frugal, of course. She discovered some extra wire panels...
Permanently One
You know that some people show dogs and some show horses so it shouldn’t shock you that some people show rabbits, too. At these shows, rabbits are required to have a tattoo in their left ear. A rabbit missing a tattoo is disqualified from a class. Josie had three...
Under a satellite dish
My husband, sometimes known as the salvage king because he can spot diamonds in the rough from the far side of a yard sale, found a satellite dish for the taking a few years ago. You know the kind: 9 feet tall and once proof that the homeowner was a techie pioneer but...
A lamb named Johnny
“You have to help me with this,” my mother said, swollen with a belly containing my younger brother. “I can’t do this alone.” I pulled away from her. Dad had heard dogs in the night and chased them away, but not before they had torn into the lambs my older brother and...
