Funny Emails

I love the emails I get in response to blog entries. Sometimes, they are from people who would like to leave a comment on fallible, but who are embarassed to reveal that much about themselves on the Internet.

I got a great one in response to the entry about zit-picking. Looking back a whole week, I can’t believe I had the chutzpah to make such a gross confession in this space, but heh—confession is good for the soul. Or the face. Whatever.

Anyway, this lady and I have formed our own little support group now. We are encouraging each other to fight the good fight, keep our fingers off our faces, and persevere to the end. I tell you what, when next you see the two of us together, you will think to your collective selves: “Wow! Such amazingly clear complexions! How do they do it?”

That’s the power of email.

Then this morning, I got a message from a girl I’ve only known for a year or so, who lives just twenty minutes down the road. She’d read my last post and felt like she’d learned something about me she’d never known before.

“Looks to me like you were raised by one of those wealthy Kansas City families down on the Plaza! Do tell more!”

Honestly, I had to go back and read my post to understand how she could EVER get that false impression! Yep, there it was in all its fallible glory—references to my girls’ school and the boy’s school and prep schools and high-powered careers.

Sheesh. My family lived fifteen minutes south of the Plaza. Believe me, fifteen minutes can make a world of difference! My parents didn’t have two nickels to buy a bottle of Coke the whole time I was growing up. I got a scholarship to that school, for one-quarter of the price of tuition. I started there in 1968, when the cost for an entire year was $400. (I’m guessing it’s something like $7000 per year now.)

My mother has told me often that my $100 per year scholarship made the difference in whether or not they could send me there. And that for them, coming up with the other $300 was no simple matter. Whenever I hear the phrase “Sacrifices were made,” I think of my parents. They put five of us through Catholic schools—K-12—on a bank teller’s salary.

So. If you’re ever walking around on the Plaza (make sure you pronounce it “plaaah-za”) and you see two clear-faced middle-aged chicks, at least one of whom dresses like she didn’t grow up in that neighborhood, well. Stop and say Hi! Chances are it’ll be me and the other half of my support group.

Posted by Katy on 06/13/06 at 01:12 PM

Fallible Comments...

Oh, I forgot the other funny email I got this week. My cousin John in Scotland wrote to express his concern that the pic I posted of him on fallible was about to fall off the bottom of the front page, or as I like to put it, "He's about to go archival." Ha. If you'd like a peek at the fellow, you'll have to work for it now!
Posted by Katy on 06/13/06 at 03:16 PM
I love the private emails too. They are one of main reasons I love blogging so much. It's fascinating to get to know strangers this way.
Posted by kathryn, dym on 06/13/06 at 05:06 PM
Kathryn--Hey! I got a doozy of an email again this morning. One of the things I love about blogging is the opportunity to express something and have readers think, "So it's not just me?" Very gratifying.
Posted by Katy on 06/14/06 at 11:38 AM
Hey Girlfriend!!! You are hilarious, I tell ya'. I still think you're a richie....a pure KC rich girl. It's in your mannerisms. And, the way you watch every stinkin' $20 bill like a mother hawk!!!

Love you!!
Posted by Kath on 06/14/06 at 12:55 PM
Kath--Unbefrickinlievable! Are you saying I'm a snot???? And can't we let sleeping $20 bills lie? I mean, really. :) :)
Posted by Katy on 06/14/06 at 01:26 PM
Oh gosh, I'm skunked, huh? You just can't trust these blog thingies - I mean if you coulda' seen my face, you'd know! You'd know that what I meant is Katy Raymond is THE most classy lady I know. Definitely. It was a little bit of a stretch, but yeah, I could see you being raised with a houseful of servants. Something beautiful on the table. Lace and candles and trips to Paris. But no - never a snot. You little bugar! (teehee) Love you much!
Posted by Kath on 06/14/06 at 10:47 PM

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I got a great one in response to the entry about zit-picking. Looking back a whole week, I can’t believe I had the chutzpah to make such a gross confession in this space, but heh—confession is good for the soul. Or the face. Whatever. Anyway, this lady and I have formed our own little support group now. We are encouraging each other to fight the good fight, keep our fingers off our faces, and persevere to the end. I tell you what, when next you see the two of us together, you will think to your collective selves: “Wow! Such amazingly clear complexions! How do they do it?” That’s the power of email. Then this morning, I got a message from a girl I’ve only known for a year or so, who lives just twenty minutes down the road. She’d read my last post and felt like she’d learned something about me she’d never known before. “Looks to me like you were raised by one of those wealthy Kansas City families down on the Plaza! Do tell more!” Honestly, I had to go back and read my post to understand how she could EVER get that false impression! Yep, there it was in all its fallible glory—references to my girls’ school and the boy’s school and prep schools and high-powered careers. Sheesh. My family lived fifteen minutes south of the Plaza. Believe me, fifteen minutes can make a world of difference! My parents didn’t have two nickels to buy a bottle of Coke the whole time I was growing up. I got a scholarship to that school, for one-quarter of the price of tuition. I started there in 1968, when the cost for an entire year was $400. (I’m guessing it’s something like $7000 per year now.) My mother has told me often that my $100 per year scholarship made the difference in whether or not they could send me there. And that for them, coming up with the other $300 was no simple matter. Whenever I hear the phrase “Sacrifices were made,” I think of my parents. They put five of us through Catholic schools—K-12—on a bank teller’s salary. So. If you’re ever walking around on the Plaza (make sure you pronounce it “plaaah-za”) and you see two clear-faced middle-aged chicks, at least one of whom dresses like she didn’t grow up in that neighborhood, well. Stop and say Hi! Chances are it’ll be me and the other half of my support group. Posted by Katy on 06/13/06 at 01:12 PM Fallible Comments... Oh, I forgot the other funny email I got this week. My cousin John in Scotland wrote to express his concern that the pic I posted of him on fallible was about to fall off the bottom of the front page, or as I like to put it, "He's about to go archival." Ha. If you'd like a peek at the fellow, you'll have to work for it now! Posted by Katy on 06/13/06 at 03:16 PM I love the private emails too. They are one of main reasons I love blogging so much. It's fascinating to get to know strangers this way. Posted by kathryn, dym on 06/13/06 at 05:06 PM Kathryn--Hey! I got a doozy of an email again this morning. One of the things I love about blogging is the opportunity to express something and have readers think, "So it's not just me?" Very gratifying. Posted by Katy on 06/14/06 at 11:38 AM Hey Girlfriend!!! You are hilarious, I tell ya'. I still think you're a richie....a pure KC rich girl. It's in your mannerisms. And, the way you watch every stinkin' $20 bill like a mother hawk!!! Love you!! Posted by Kath on 06/14/06 at 12:55 PM Kath--Unbefrickinlievable! Are you saying I'm a snot???? And can't we let sleeping $20 bills lie? I mean, really. :) :) Posted by Katy on 06/14/06 at 01:26 PM Oh gosh, I'm skunked, huh? You just can't trust these blog thingies - I mean if you coulda' seen my face, you'd know! You'd know that what I meant is Katy Raymond is THE most classy lady I know. Definitely. It was a little bit of a stretch, but yeah, I could see you being raised with a houseful of servants. Something beautiful on the table. Lace and candles and trips to Paris. But no - never a snot. You little bugar! (teehee) Love you much! Posted by Kath on 06/14/06 at 10:47 PM Page 1 of 1 pages Commenting is not available in this weblog entry. Next entry: Worth Previous entry: Everything I Know About Money. Were You Afraid To Ask? << Back to main


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