I don’t know if I ever told y’all this, but Katy in a Corner is actually my third blogging venture.
[Wow. So, third time's a…Dirty Dancing parody? That is just sad.]
My first blog (or what I called an online journal at the time) went live in 2003 and was entitled, “Postcards from Leeds.” It chronicled my year abroad as an ambassadorial scholar for the Rotary Foundation. I was a serious professional back when I was 22.
You know what this photo says? “Look out, world. I’ve got French cuffs, and I know how to use them.”
As you may have already read, we had a garage sale recently.
[Really? I didn't notice an entire week's worth of annoying, melodramatic garage sale posts.]
I get your point.
But I’m here to talk about the aftermath of that traumatic experience.
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If you read my post last Friday you know that our weekend was a fun-filled one. (Read heavy on the sarcasm.)
I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend 12 hours cleaning out the garage and another 14 hours haggling with strangers about how much they should pay for box upon box of once-treasured memories?
I had a colonoscopy once. And it was more fun.
While we’re off gallivanting in New York City, I thought I would introduce you to the Katy from nearly a decade ago. This post was written on Tuesday, April 13, 2004, on “Postcards from Leeds,” a blog I kept during my year abroad as a Rotary Foundation Ambassadorial Scholar in Leeds, England. Any comments in brackets are made in present tense to clarify for my Katy in a Corner readers. Warning: I ate an obscene amount of scones while I lived in England. So, that accounts for the 50 additional pounds I’m toting in these photos.
Big Girls Don’t Cry…They Get a Refund
Originally Published: April 13, 2004
I have a great idea for a new movie. Picture this: The Sound of Music meets Edward Scissorhands. Except, rather than taking place in Salzburg, it’s set in Leeds, England. The plot goes something like this…
Update as of April 10: Congrats to the winner, Dusti!
“Ireland. i have always wanted to go there!
but in reality, maybe an hour long trip to the coffee shop with my laptop? that sounds like a great vacation to me!
p.s. Im new, and really liking your blog! i am also a stay at home momma, to 3 and 2 year old boys.”
It’s that time again, friends. The time when I take something that is just sitting idly in our house and give it to one of my wonderful readers who will actually use it.
Truthfully, I’m a bit torn about this item. Not because I don’t think one of you will give it a good home but because I have lots of memories attached to this bag. It went with me all over the world.
Few things this side of heaven are more precious to me than to witness the love that others demonstrate to my children. I can’t describe how my heart wells up with gratitude for a child who takes Averi by the hand and leads her up a slide. And then catches her when she decides to swan dive off the top of it. Or a young boy who takes the time to assemble a set of train tracks that JJ can’t quite master. It warms my heart when our babysitter Courtney (Ms. “Corny,” according to JJ) describes how much she misses the kids when we have been out of town. I am thankful for a waiter or waitress who takes the time to interact with JJ when he decides to tell them in great detail about his Cookie Monster Band-Aid.
I found a fun, new way to creep out your neighborhood, Starbucks barista!
After my hubby got home from his class this afternoon, I decided to go grab a coffee and head to the grocery store – alone. Believe me, after a cross-country flight to Atlanta and a scream-filled road trip to Montgomery, Alabama, I needed some solo time.
I once got my entire family (grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins) kicked out of Walmart.
Do you know how difficult it is to get kicked out of Walmart? Have you seen People of Walmart?
I don’t think they would even kick out a vengeful leper carrying a rabid armadillo. But we sure got kicked out…all because of me.
Here’s the Reader’s Digest version of what happened:
You know what’s way more fun than Disney World and costs almost as much?
A trip to the dentist.
Recently, I bit the bullet (no pun intended) and made an appointment for an oral cleaning/pressure washing. It had literally been years since I’d been to the dentist.
I know, I know. But let me explain: we just moved back from England.