In case you’re wondering why my posts have been pretty infrequent around here, I’m now able to share with you the reason why. I have been working on a story so near and dear to my heart that I have poured all of my free time and energy into it. This is a story so incredible that I flew from Kansas back to Georgia to capture it.
It’s a story about my Grandmother, Geraldine “Gerry” Hinesley, and the man who was her first love.
A story about a letter she wrote and how it arrived 69 years later…
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As a mother of two toddlers, I have learned to accept the fact that we will rarely venture out of our home without some sort of meltdown. Either we’ll skip Averi’s afternoon nap, and she’ll repay us with a Toddlers in Tiaras-worthy hissy fit, or JJ will wake up too early that morning and decide to do that whole-body limp thing every time we try to get him to walk. And since he’s a 3-year-old man-baby and weighs almost as much as I do, this is probably a fun scene for complete strangers to witness.
[Why can't that woman control her teenage boy? And WHY is he wearing a diaper?]
Okay, he’s not that big.
So, I created this letter for my daughter, and now I’m SOBBING. I can’t even see to type. So, let’s just hope this is relatively free of errors.
I’m sobbing because:
1) our baby girl turns 2 today and
2) I was dumb enough to make a video montage to commemorate it.
In all the years I’ve been blogging and using social media, I’ve learned several ways to engage readers and get a conversation started:
One is to talk about politics.
I don’t really do that any more. Because I very much dislike it when my blood reaches a boiling point.
Another is to talk about faith.
I do do that. Because I can’t separate my faith from the rest of me. So, either I talk about it, or I can’t talk at all.
[Yes, please. I vote for the latter.]
And another is to talk about food.
Because I don’t know a single person who doesn’t love to talk about, look at, post a photo of, or gobble up some delicious food. And, yes, I include those who pretend like they’ve never posted a photo of a froufrou dessert on social media. It’s okay to admit it. We’ve all done it.
[No, I've never done that. It's stupid.]
Remember my Labor Day post about how Brian got pulled over in a speed trap for the billionth time this year? And remember how I said I would reenact that in a one-woman show about it? And remember how I vowed to never travel in the car with any of them again until one of them learns to stop speeding and two of them learn to defecate in a toilet and to quit whining nonstop?
Feast your eyes, my friends.
If you had a chance to catch my first ever Google Glass video, you may remember the part where I compared the entire New York experience to a hair appointment in a really swanky salon. And it truly was just like that. The different “stations” with mirrors and the ambiance had me itching to act like I was at a hair appointment and get video of the whole thing.
Me to Google Employee: ”Okay, so I’ll pretend like you just gave me a haircut—except that the “haircut” is Google Glass—and then I’ll just act really surprised and maybe cry a lot. Also, we’ll get it all on video and promote it to my millio—dozens of subscribers.”
Only, my Google Glass representative didn’t quite share my enthusiasm for improv.
Some of you may have picked up on all the hubbub on my Facebook, Twitter and Instagram pages, but Brian and I dashed off to New York City last Saturday for a pretty exciting opportunity. I was selected to join the Google Glass Explorer Program.
Now, In case you are like me and never really know what’s happening until your mom calls to tell you, I’ll give you a quick overview of what that all means:
1) Google invented a wearable computer. It looks like a pair of glasses. They call it Google Glass (or ”GLΛSS” if we’re getting really specific).
2) Google then chose a select number of people to beta test this new technology. These people are called “Explorers.”
3) Google thought, “Who better to wear GLΛSS than a stay-at-home mommy blogger who basically watches cartoons all day and will probably post ridiculous videos of herself using our groundbreaking technology incorrectly?”
Naturally, I was invited to join the Google Glass program.
I believe it was because of all my experience with cartoon explorers—thanks, Dora!
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.”