The Kat House

With all the stresses of adulthood, it sure would be nice to be a kid again.  Mom and Dad paying all the bills, cooking dinner, driving us to and fro - man, we had it made, didn’t we?  Spring break, summer vacation, winter holidays.  Those things seem so great now, yet most of us hated [...]

You may not be able to tell from most of my photos, but I have lots of freckles on my face.  I’ve come to accept them, and even really like them at times, but it was a much different story when I was younger.  The kids at school called me “freckle face”.  I hated it.  [...]

My parents have lots of photos of me as a child, but I believe this is the only one in my possession.

The photo is undated, so I can only speculate as to my age. I was probably about 5 or 6 years old. My dreams of becoming a country singer never came to [...]

I’ve really enjoyed reading the comments posted on my Getting to Know Meme.  I have been reminded of things I hadn’t thought about in years!  All this reminiscing has motivated me to start digging through my memories and preserving more of them here.  Here’s one to get us started.
I was in Mrs. Dingler’s kindergarten class.  [...]

I come from a very crafty family.  My maternal grandmother cross stitched.  My mother handcrafted dolls and stuffed animals.  Fortunately, their do-it-yourself talents were passed down the family tree.
My grandmother taught me to cross stitch.  She tried to teach all the girls in the family, but I’m the only one who took a real shine [...]

George recently did a post about early childhood memories. What is the earliest memory that you can recall? Cruise on over to his blog and let him know. As for yours truly, I remember eating a bar of soap when I was about two years old. Yes, I ate the whole [...]

I can’t remember how old I was at the time - probably somewhere around 8 or 9. We lived on a dead end street with virtually no traffic, so we used the road as our playground. We sometimes chalked off an area to play Four Square. I don’t remember much about that game - just [...]

I remember one particular day when I was in third grade. I was ill and had stayed home. We lived practically right next to my school. At one point during the day, my teacher, Mrs. Hall, stopped by my house to check up on me. She had been my second grade [...]

Osbasso has declared today Dorky Tuesday. Here’s my dork photo from freshman year of high school. Notice the bob cut, greasy hair, big teeth, unibrow, and complete lack of boobies. And in case you need further convincing of my dorkiness, I was voted “Future Nuclear Scientist” in high school. I was editor of the yearbook [...]

I’m sure you all remember the desks we were forced to use in elementary school - the chair had an attached wrap-around writing surface. And you can’t forget that super-cool book rack underneath! I always felt confined by those desks, and I was a small child! I can’t imagine how the big kids felt as [...]