*I had a picture of a little boy taped up in a blanket because his clothes were wet and he didn't have a change of clothes.
I thought it was cute.
I was told that it might make his parents upset and I needed to take it off Facebook so I figured I would take it off of here, too.
I thought it would be okay because you couldn't see his face and the only body parts you saw were his legs and feet.
I guess I was wrong.*
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Study Buddy
I bet he would’ve gotten that one point to make an A.
Too bad he can’t come with me to my PoliSci test tomorrow…
-Katie
Monday, September 27, 2010
Baby It’s Fact
…that I heart HelloGoodbye!
My friend Carrie is my music buddy. She informs me about bands that she thinks I’ll like and 99.9% of the time I do!
I’ve been missing the way things used to be a lot lately. The friends I used to be so closed to and all the things we used to do together. It made me think of the time Carrie, Melodie and I went and saw HelloGoodbye and Boy Like Girls in Houston.
HelloGoodbye/Boys Like Girls
May 2007
That, of course, made me think of my favorite HGB song!
Hope you had an awesome Monday!
-Katie
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Live. Laugh. Love.
Nana and Papa went to see Asleep at the Wheel in concert tonight. They both dressed up; Nana in a dress, Papa in his Wranglers, boots and new shirt he bought today.
I stayed home with The Kids (Uncle Murphy and Belle, the dogs) and baked cupcakes while I talked to two of my oldest friends in a chat room on AIM. I haven't done that since high school.
A lot of times I get stressed and wish I was a kid again. Wanting to go back to the days when the only thing that mattered was extra time at recess and boys still had cooties. Back before bills and boys and jobs.
Then I see Nana and Papa come home after midnight, all dressed up and I stop. Life isn't about bills and old relationships and things you can't control. It's about still going on dates after 40+ years of marriage. It's about catching up with friends and reminiscing about the old days.
Life is all about the little things and I don't think we take enough time to stop and notice them.
We should.
I stayed home with The Kids (Uncle Murphy and Belle, the dogs) and baked cupcakes while I talked to two of my oldest friends in a chat room on AIM. I haven't done that since high school.
A lot of times I get stressed and wish I was a kid again. Wanting to go back to the days when the only thing that mattered was extra time at recess and boys still had cooties. Back before bills and boys and jobs.
Then I see Nana and Papa come home after midnight, all dressed up and I stop. Life isn't about bills and old relationships and things you can't control. It's about still going on dates after 40+ years of marriage. It's about catching up with friends and reminiscing about the old days.
Life is all about the little things and I don't think we take enough time to stop and notice them.
We should.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Change Is Good
Change is something I've never really been good with. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. (Sorry, Momma. It hurt me just as much to write it as it does for you to read it.) I'm perfectly fine in my comfort zone, thankyouverymuch.
Somethings have to change though and I get it. I totally do. Still doesn't mean I have to like it.
I recently got a job sitting with my 87 year old great grandmother, GranGran, overnight. (Yes, I said great.) The pay is wonderful, four times what I was previously making, and allows me to study for school. Without a car I'm having to rely on Nana G to get me to and from work and classes. My school is 10 minutes from GranGran's, 15 from Nana G's.
Sounds great, Katie. Where's the problem?
I was previously living with my Nana M, about 30 minutes away. I was having problems with Daddie, she was having health problems, her husband lives in Mississippi and it just worked out that I lived there. I started working at the company they owned and all was well. It was a total God thing.
I don't really have a relationship with her husband other than he helps me out financially with school and has bought me both of my cars. Sad to say, but that's what happens when you buy a company 2 states over without telling your wife and decide to live there permanently without her. (He's a pilot and will fly himself back and forth. That's a whole different story.) We don't get along well and that's a big contributing factor, among other things.
Nana M lived alone, her health wasn't the best and it made her happy that I lived there. And I was happy, too. I'd gotten to a point though where I didn't feel like I had any freedom. I had to be home by 10:30 pm. She would call me every hour to check in. I'd come home to find my closed bedroom door wide open and things moved around.
Then my wreck happened and I started my new job and started staying with GranGran and Nana G six nights a week. Logically, it makes sense that I move here. I'm closer to school and work and my means of transportation until I can get a new car. I know everything has worked out the way it should and I'm beyond blessed, but I feel guilty.
Moving means leaving Nana M alone and lonely. This breaks my heart and at the same time infuriates me. She has a husband, 5 kids and 7 other grandkids who can help out and don't. Not that she needs round the clock care, but I know she gets lonely and I hate that.
Given the situation I know that moving is the best thing for me and is something that needs to be done, but I'll be honest. I'm scared. What if my job doesn't work out? What of something happens to Nana M? What if something happens to Nana G? What if? What if? What if!
I can drive myself crazy with all the what if's. I know I just need to step out on faith and know that God has this all planned out, but sometimes that's easier said than done.
Yes my friends are 30 minutes away along with a lot of other things in my life, but it's only 30 MINUTES AWAY. It's a drive I've driven more times than I can count. One I can take with my eyes closed and tell you exactly where we are just by the way the car turns. I'm not moving to another state or another county. It's one town over and driving back will be nothing when I get a car.
So why is it so hard for me to accept this change, especially when it's a good one?
Somethings have to change though and I get it. I totally do. Still doesn't mean I have to like it.
I recently got a job sitting with my 87 year old great grandmother, GranGran, overnight. (Yes, I said great.) The pay is wonderful, four times what I was previously making, and allows me to study for school. Without a car I'm having to rely on Nana G to get me to and from work and classes. My school is 10 minutes from GranGran's, 15 from Nana G's.
Sounds great, Katie. Where's the problem?
I was previously living with my Nana M, about 30 minutes away. I was having problems with Daddie, she was having health problems, her husband lives in Mississippi and it just worked out that I lived there. I started working at the company they owned and all was well. It was a total God thing.
I don't really have a relationship with her husband other than he helps me out financially with school and has bought me both of my cars. Sad to say, but that's what happens when you buy a company 2 states over without telling your wife and decide to live there permanently without her. (He's a pilot and will fly himself back and forth. That's a whole different story.) We don't get along well and that's a big contributing factor, among other things.
Nana M lived alone, her health wasn't the best and it made her happy that I lived there. And I was happy, too. I'd gotten to a point though where I didn't feel like I had any freedom. I had to be home by 10:30 pm. She would call me every hour to check in. I'd come home to find my closed bedroom door wide open and things moved around.
Then my wreck happened and I started my new job and started staying with GranGran and Nana G six nights a week. Logically, it makes sense that I move here. I'm closer to school and work and my means of transportation until I can get a new car. I know everything has worked out the way it should and I'm beyond blessed, but I feel guilty.
Moving means leaving Nana M alone and lonely. This breaks my heart and at the same time infuriates me. She has a husband, 5 kids and 7 other grandkids who can help out and don't. Not that she needs round the clock care, but I know she gets lonely and I hate that.
Given the situation I know that moving is the best thing for me and is something that needs to be done, but I'll be honest. I'm scared. What if my job doesn't work out? What of something happens to Nana M? What if something happens to Nana G? What if? What if? What if!
I can drive myself crazy with all the what if's. I know I just need to step out on faith and know that God has this all planned out, but sometimes that's easier said than done.
Yes my friends are 30 minutes away along with a lot of other things in my life, but it's only 30 MINUTES AWAY. It's a drive I've driven more times than I can count. One I can take with my eyes closed and tell you exactly where we are just by the way the car turns. I'm not moving to another state or another county. It's one town over and driving back will be nothing when I get a car.
So why is it so hard for me to accept this change, especially when it's a good one?
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Four Months Ago Today
Four months ago today Nana and Papa got a call that changed everything.
Four months ago today I got a text to start praying.
Four months ago today I was singing along to Glee's cover of Gold Digger when Momma called and told me.
Four months ago today Momma and I drove through ridiculous rain to get to Houston.
Four months ago today Momma, Nana, Aunt Linda, Uncle Ricky and I spent the night in an ICU waiting room.
Four months ago today, because of a selfless stranger, Papa received a new liver.
Life is pretty awesome if you ask me.
Four months ago today I got a text to start praying.
Four months ago today I was singing along to Glee's cover of Gold Digger when Momma called and told me.
Four months ago today Momma and I drove through ridiculous rain to get to Houston.
Four months ago today Momma, Nana, Aunt Linda, Uncle Ricky and I spent the night in an ICU waiting room.
Four months ago today, because of a selfless stranger, Papa received a new liver.
Today he met his great grandson for the first time.
Life is pretty awesome if you ask me.Monday, September 13, 2010
Testing 1,2
I'm still trying to balance out working 55-60+ hours a week, going to school full time and breathing.
I still don't have constant access to the Internet, other than my phone, although I have my laptop (such a tease!) so I got an app to blog on from my phone.
We shall see how it works. :)
I still don't have constant access to the Internet, other than my phone, although I have my laptop (such a tease!) so I got an app to blog on from my phone.
We shall see how it works. :)
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