Kathy Brasby Blog
Eating The Christmas Donkey
A Cookie Cutter Set Long before Pinterest could puncture my creative bubble, there was the nativity Christmas cookie cutter set. I sometimes call Pinterest the dream site: I can only do those projects in my dreams. Christmas baking has always been a special time of...
An Overconfident Milk Truck
Colorado winters can range from warm to blizzard - and this is in a single week. In our rural area, residents debate over when to overcome the storm and when to give up and stay in. Some people don’t give up easily. For example, I had just moved to a small farm town...
When a Sludge Monster Hovers
I haven’t told a story about our property rehab projects in a while. My sister Ann and I have done almost 25 different rehab projects in the last 5 years, and the tales go on and on. This is one of those stories. The backyard in this account looked like the county...
When a Cat Comes to Visit
Many years ago, I was a country woman who was milking goats, feeding out bucket calves, and raising kids. My husband had constructed a nifty room in our barn with a door that closed tightly, allowing me to heat the room and keep out all the barn cats. Barn cats get...
Snitching Gone Bad
I’m all for trying new things, and so, when my daughter gave me a bottle of vanilla extract that she had made, I figured I’d check into the recipe. I’m not cheap: I’m curious. I keep telling myself that, so hush. I’m suspicious of the recipe blogs which promise,...
On vacation
I am on vacation this week but my stories will return next week. With new adventures undoubtedly.
Get That Hook Outa There
I don’t like to go fishing. I respect those that do and am sure that I am missing out on a ton of fun. I am saying this so none of my love-to-fish friends mail me a catfish in a padded envelope. Several years ago, some of our kids were invited to a special party at...
Don’t Look
I had just finished rinsing the shampoo out of my hair in the shower when my cell phone rang. This was before all those scam calls that we all ignore. I actually thought I should answer the phone. So I grabbed a towel and picked up the phone with a dripping hand. Who...
Adopting A Tiger
We have adopted a tiger. By tiger, I mean a 3-week-old abandoned barn kitten, of course. We’re not big cat people, but we couldn’t let the little thing starve to death. So we took her in. I scooted to the pet store for a small animal bottle. When the clerk said, ‘uh,...
