Nine Years Ago

Nine years ago today I woke up, rode the bus to school, and noticed that things weren't quite right. I walked into my sixth grade class and instead of finding the teacher doing roll call, everyone was staring at the television, which was on a news program.

Never having been one for watching the news, it took me a few minutes to realize what was on the screen. That's really my main memory of 9/11. I remember not knowing what was going on. I remember the teachers abject horror, the students talking, the confusion of not quite understanding what had happened.

It wasn't at all like the movies, where when something evil happened you knew it was going to because the music turned ominous, and how in a book you knew because of foreshadowing. It was an ordinary day, and then it wasn't. There were two tall buildings, and then there weren't. People were alive, and then gone; families were together, then forever ripped apart. And suddenly there were a lot of words that everyone was familiar with: Terrorism. Osama bin Laden. Death. War.

Nine years later, and it still confuses me.

I Lurve It!

I am way too ridiculously excited about the changes I just made to my blog. A picture in my header (which took a while to figure out how to format), pictures in my sidebar . . . and NEW COLORS for my borders and blog title.

I've just been so bored with my blog, and too grumpy to write anything other than: (Ready? Here goes! Something new for you!) "Whine. Whine. Blah. Ahem. Whinewhinitywhinewhine." My blog explanation is "Laughing at life" and yet all I am doing is feeling sorry for myself.

So, obviously, my blog needed a makeover! (I do, too, but we will ignore that for now in favor of keeping the 70 dollars in my pocket instead of for my haircut).

To prove my upcoming hilarity, I give you "Katie Looking Ridiculous".

Here my cousin Jessie and I are at the Buchart Gardens, with big droopy flowers on our heads.


THIS is quite possibly my favorite picture of my uncle Scott. Also at Buchart Gardens. We had a mission: to try on a tea cozy like a hat. He completed his mission.


As you can see, I also did not fail the mission. (That's Aunt Lesley laughing hysterically at us).


And here I am, covered in flour, at my friend Jess's birthday five years ago. We baked a cake, baked a pizza, listened to loud music and for some weird, random, unknown reason, thought it would be funny to put flour all over our faces and take pictures. I won't show Kyla and Jessie's photo's . . .yet.


Jeez, I hope I even remember how to be funny. This is kind of pathetic.

PS Troy you must drop me a comment telling me about the awesomeness of my awesome blog's awesome new awesome stuff. Or. Else.

Kitten

Our tiny kitten Sophie passed away last night. We don't know why, and we tried and tried to keep her alive. I don't really want to write more, because we are all sad. We only had her for a few days and she was so sweet, but she's with her whole family now.