Mama Kat
I’m Kathy.
A sarcastic mother of three with a busy home daycare that clashes with my desire to do nothing all day. I’m a has-been English teacher who secretly enjoys fragmented sentences. My rebellious side. I’m an attention craving poodle and I have an affinity for aprons.
When I was five my family called me Wilbur. Like the pig. Because I was hungry and ate every last one of them under the table. They may or may not have oinked in unison whenever I asked for more. I don’t want to talk about it.
When I was nine I preferred to be called “Katherine” because I thought it was more mature and refined and rich sounding.
When I was fourteen my oldest sister had a baby and my own Mother nicknamed me Aunty KaKa. It stuck. And if you don’t already know than let me just inform you that kaka means poop. So it’s a really special nickname.
When I was twenty my husband started calling me Kat. It caught on and has taken some of the blow from Aunty PoopPoop which I’m grateful for. Which is why I married him.
In blogland I go by Mama Kat. Because I’m a mama and I’m Kat and it just felt right putting the two together and quite frankly any improvement on Aunty PoopPoop is welcome at this point.
I started blogging privately in August of 2007 as a way to share pictures and stories with family. When I didn’t get enough attention from them I made my blog public and officially became addicted to this world. I love that it gives me purpose. I love that it gives me friends. And I love that it gives my kids an account of their childhoods so they can look back and see just how and when Mama lost it all.
Contact me at mamakatslosinit@gmail.com.
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I fixed your writers workshop button and sent it via gmail.
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oh, you are my favorite. kat, kathy, poop-poop… you make the world a better place!
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you’re adorable and this blog is too stinkin cute !
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I like. My name IS Katherine, but I am called Katie. I also went through a stage when I wanted to be called Katherine. Now I think the name sounds like an old lady… I know it means pure, but I just kinda resented that meaning when I failed to live up to it… So maybe you should be glad that you are a Kathy! And speaking of which, I am named for my Aunty Kathy (aka Kathleen)! AND (the similarities continue) my friend’s kid used to call me Tia (aunty) Kaki, just a mere letter away from kaka. Her mom had no problems taking that one step further and calling me Tia PoopPoop though, so I actually feel a special connection to you now.
But here’s a new one. My brothers call me Ditz, which is a progression from my baby brother (now 18) not being able to say Katie and calling me KeeKee, which later became DeetDee which was later shortened (by my older brother, of course) to Ditz. Sheesh. Thanks guys!
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Just found your blog today via Angelia at Living, Loving, Laughing. I think I’m gonna really like you! Only read a little, bu,t so far, you’ve got my attention. I have three kids too (all girls) and LOTS of times I felt like I was losing it. I’m gonna make a stab at your writer’s workshop. Hope I can link up correctly. I’m fairly new to blogland and seem to have a problem with some of those techncal things. I’m tech moronic. :-(
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If I am bringing my mustache cup, you need to bring those cat ears.
Deal?
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Hi Kathy! Nice to “meet” you! I’m looking forward to looking through your blog.
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Ummm….I’ll bring the apron??
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