Yeah, It's true: Katie has a blog.
Good lord what I can do with all this power.
Thing is I am skeptical of who will read this anyway.
I guess you will be going through the life and adventures through my posts,
Don't worry I won't leave out any of the good stuff.
So I guess I shall just jump into the corners of my mind and share with you all.
The thing is at this moment those corners are full of dust and I am struggling what to write.
Kinda sad.
I will start of by telling you my little adventure of Sunday.
Waking up to the sound of the alarm startled me, normally it is not set for 7:00 in the morning, now some of you may want to stop reading for that sentence alone but I assure you that I get what's coming to me. I barely opened my eyes and got my brain working enough to remember that Phil had sound to do at church. I closed my eyes again and chuckled to myself at the thought of me being able to go back to sleep. I slowly drifted back to sleep and woke up a few hours later. The sun was shining through our "ghetto beach towel curtain" and making it harder for me to sleep. So I pulled the blankets off of my face only to be greeted with my dog, Mary-Frances. Not fully awake I rubbed my eyes and giggled as she was just sitting and waiting. (She knows as soon as I stir, she gets fed) Mary knows no boundaries when it comes to food and will sneak up to the point of practically sitting on your head in order to wake you up. Still waking up I patted her on the head and laid back down, hoping, wishing, that she would take the pat and do the same herself. Wrong. She continued to let me know how hungry and starving she was by starting to whine. At first it is cute and I can only help but laugh a little as she whimpers more and more, but soon this gets on my nerves as the whimpers turn into half barking.
Finally I rolled out of bed, now when I say this I mean it literally since right now we are only sleeping on a mattress on the ground. At the sight of this Mary only gets more excited, jumps up and runs to the door. Granted I get this excited for food as well sometimes, but it's much cuter coming from a dog. I go to the door and proceed to open it, only to watch her sit and stare at me. She is weird in that from time to time she waits for me to go down the stairs first, almost like saying, "No after you." Well I would rather her just go down the stairs first so I said, "Mary... Go get your food." My dog only heard "food" in my sentence and made a mad dash down the stairs. I can only help but try and keep up with her.
So as she is rushing down the stairs as fast as her little dog legs will take her I am trailing just as fast after....When all of a sudden she stops. I think she was checking to make sure I was really following and not just laughing and going back to bed. So now I am zooming down the stairs and I have a dog in my path and there is no pause button for life, and oh I wish there was. I quickly rack my brain for some sort of answer to this problem. Here is what I come up with: I will jump over her and land at the bottom of the stairs. Here is what happened:.... I jumped, I failed, and I started to roll down the rest of the stairs. I am not lying when I say I was TERRIFIED. As I am tumbling I am praying that I get out of this alive, just as I think that, WHACK. My face hits something. Something hard. I lay on the ground. Thinking this did not just happen and catching my breath. I open my eye but to my horror my right eye will not focus on anything. I scream in my head, " IM BLIND!!!" but a few minutes later things came into view and I took a deep breath of relief. As I was still laying at the bottom of the stairs the pain hit and I instantly went to touch my eye, Yes, Just as I thought, puffy, hot and swollen...Sexy right?? Yeah not so much. As I turned my head here is the sight I see, Mary-Frances looking at me with her head tilted as if to say, "why the heck are you laying there when you are supposed to be feeding me??" The little bugger just waiting for me to get up and not realizing I just saved her from a horrible death on the stairs.
I finally brought myself to get up and feed her and then I checked the mirror, Holy Lord... My eye was so swollen and red. Oh goodness, this was not a good look for me. I then called Phil and he was on his way home from church, I told him I was fine but when he got home he assured me with his face that I was not okay. I iced my eye with an incredible hulk ice pack and found it ironic that his face of anger looked like my face of pain. Anyway the next day was filled with me going to work on the bus where people looked at me like some sad abused puppy and my co workers got a good laugh at me as well, to top it off I went to my young adults meeting with my friends and Phil thought it was awesome to make wife beater jokes. So yeah... I have learned a lesson here, slow down. Take it easy, and black eyes do not make for a sexy Katie face.
