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Giving hubby a Christmas list~

Always an adventure.

The hubby tries. He really does.

But you would think, being that we actually live in the same house- he would KNOW my tastes…

I have learned over the years to be pretty specific.

There was the year that I had mentioned new pots and pans were needed… (waaaaaaaay before Christmas!) and an Electric Skillet with 5 pounds of Potatoes appeared

This year my list looks a lot like a ransom note.

I cut out pictures of item specific things I would like and pasted them to paper along with Where they could be gotten. I only listed the stores I actually thought he would go IN

Fingers are crossed!

~Katy~

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My boy and OJ….(Simpson, that is)

DSCN2626 Ahhhhh memories….
I don’t know what me think of it today…
A few years ago, I had run down to Colorado to see my son, The Marine, who was on leave visiting his grandma. He said “I’ll meet you at the airport, Mom  before we each fly out.

He is NOT a morning person. At all.

I was already through security and on the other side waiting….and waiting…and waiting some more.

I finally just got on the train went to my gate. ..He had told me he was on the same airline. Turns out NOT! But I didn’t know that yet. He calls me from the other side of security…
He had JUST arrived!… (kids… sigh)

Holy S*** MOM!!! What do I doooooooo?? I HAVE to get on that plane!

Good Mama that I am,  I immediately find the nearest gate girl, explain that the kidd-o is still in security and his flight is going to leave. SOON. Gate girl is awesome. She calls downstairs, get him a cart to grab him and his gear and bring him directly to the terminal… So I call him back and ask Where is he so they can fetch… Hahahahaha… He’s on another carrier!!!

The fabulous gate girl, still made a few calls and got him through security lickity quick. After that he was on his own.

Me??? I was sulking because I knew  I would not be seeing The Marine before I left.  The two areas of DIA are literally a mile apart.

 

My plane is starting to board. And suddenly you hear “Hey Damnit” and then “Look out!!!”

and…… Mooooooooommmmmmmmmm!!!! I’m coming!!!!!! WAAIIITTTTTTT!!!!

And lo and behold, here comes my son, in full gear… Duffle on back, bags in hand… doing THE OJ …. leaping over chairs and small kids in a single bound. ( he may have elbowed one two people out of the way too)

My son, The Marine, had RUN the entire length of DIA just to see his Mama off and take a quick picture before SPRINTING all the way back to grab his plane.

I love that kid!

~Katy~

And so it begins~

We are building a new house this spring. WE.. as in WE are doing ALL the finish work. We had the shell and rough plumbing contracted.

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Have you ever done anything important TOGETHER???    It is challenging.

Todays challenge was we had to take down several trees so the house could go up. Two were dead. Two were my favorite little apple trees. 40 year old apple trees!

Beautiful, droopy, cozy little apple trees.

I was OK with the first three. But I totally turned Tree Hugger on the last one!

We had hubby’s dad come over and run the chain saw. Hubby wasn’t ready to trust me with either the tractor (with the cable)  or the chainsaw.

There they are in the background (with my cousins!)

There they are in the background (with my cousins!)

I personally think it was because we live in old school “Man’s Country” and some things are simply “Men’s Work”.

PERIOD.

I can hear that old jingle from George of the Jungle… “George. George… George of the Jungle…watch out for that treeeeeeeeeeeee”

Stay Tuned…

Katy

The Old Boys Club- a funny entrepreneur story

Once upon a time in a far off land… Ok, more like a in a little town nobody has ever heard of..

We (the ex) owned a little café.   We wound up with this place sight unseen on a handshake with a stranger. That in its self is a whole nother story. (A pretty dang funny one at that! )

TOASTIES CAFE

We won the BEST BUSINESS award for Washington County. I almost wasn’t ALLOWED to accept it.

This little café was smack in the center of town. A tiny town. 96 people. A town where time stood still. Literally.  The home of the ‘old boys club’. A staunch old school German community.  130 miles from Denver and another 60 or so to St. Francis, KS.                                                ~If you wanted food, you were getting it here. ~

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We worked our rumps off to make this place a success. We had regular customers that would drive 50 miles just for our fried chicken! We tons of truck traffic and catered far and wide. Tony had been a well known chef in Denver before we made the move.  I worked extra hours so we’d have the money to employ the teenagers an moms that came looking for work.  We had a wonderful friend, also an award-winning chef from California come join us, as well as the Mom-in-law.

In our neck of the woods, there were many organizations one could join. However… MEN were the end all-be all of the area. If a woman showed up for say, an economic development meeting, it was “Understood” that it was by Proxy as a stand in for her husbanOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAd. And that everything would be rehashed with HIM the following morning over coffee.


We were awarded Best Business of the Year by Washington County. This was  for our efforts to attract business and for being the main employer after the rural school. (The elevator had shut down)

Hubby couldn’t make it. He had to mind the café. So I asked my friend Shannon Lewellen to come with me to the dinncope3 001er to accept the award.  Shannon was also the photographer for the Akron Newspaper.

So, we dress up. And we go. Dinner was good. The company was interesting. I think many of them were a little uncomfortable. It was mostly men, all patting themselves on the back.

They announce the award. I stand up. Shannon is clapping wildly. And…… SILENCE. Utter and complete silence.  The very nice fellow looks around asks when is your Husband going to get here?  I said that he was unable to attend. And he said that if They Had Known , they would have waited until another date. newspaper cope 001

I popped a cork. And let the Old Boys Club know in no uncertain terms what I thought about that.

I got the award.

Just goes to show… sometimes you have to blaze new trails!

Katy

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How to be a good wife….

         I am A Good Wife…. Bwahahahahahah~ NOT…

It is not that I don’t try… But sometimes my intentions just don’t work out like I thought!
     And on that note…. One of my favorite cookbooks is “The Brides Book” 1936
       It is loaded with all manner of useful tips on being a GOOD WIFE… I also possess several others that read like novels… Here are some Tips for YOU:

    “Your house-dress should be wide enough for action, but not so wide it will get in your way or make you trip on stairs or the ladder.”….. “A house-dress should also be able to achieve a ‘nipped-in’ hourglass definition when corralled by your crisp and clean apron.”
    
                    ~Yeah- That one’s worked out really well for me.~ (a touch of sarcasm there)

                 “Never complain. Never show strain”
    “Always wear the proper foundation garments

   Advice on keeping your man:
           “The moment your world-weary office gladiator plants one wing-tipped foot through the vestibule, like an earthbound Tinkerbell, you shall flit around him until he wants for no more.~Delivering the high-ball, the newspaper, his slippers and the dinner with a SMILE and eyes overflowing with adoration.”
    “You should also eagerly ask questions about his day, benching your own news until further notice”  
                                (that one isn’t working
out to well for Hubby…)

So….How good of a wife are YOU?   I’d love to hear from you!

 ~Katy~



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