New Idea

So I'm going to start put writting about books as well on this. Here is the last book that I just read:




So I read this book in ONE WHOLE Day! It's a book that my husband was required to read for one of his classes and he decided to keep it. He had been pushing me to read it but I just didn't want to. So he gave it to his Dad and then after his Dad read it his Mother read it. After listening to them talk about how each one is in the box and all about the book I finally got fed up with feeling out of the loop. So I read it and I have to admit it is in my top 5 books now!
It really makes you open your eyes and to understand others. I have to admit that this has helped me make friends and has helped me to be able to responde to people better. Its a good book to in the fact that its told as a story not as someone telling you what to do. I'm not a fan of those books and I tend to scan through them. I suggest this book to everyone!!

Kat

Make up time!

I have a problem, There were no good stories to write of the last 4 days. So I'm hoping that today will change and I will have something good to write about. I'm sorry if you were hoping for something! I hope I can make it up to you today!! Thanks for reading my stories.

KatS

p.s. please feel free to leave comments on what I can improve on! I want criticism.

Hum a Little Tune

I know, I know its sad that I've already missed a day of writing a story! But hey I'm going to write two today now!! I do have an excuse and I believe that it is a good one: the internet at our apartment doesn't work and when it does its around the time that Tyson needs it to do homework and most of the time it only works when you plug into the wall! So that's my excuse. And one last thing: please vote! And if you're really energetic maybe even leave of comment of how my writing is or what I can improve on. The voting thing is at the top of the blog and all you have do to is click on one of the options and then on vote. It doesn't even tell me who did what vote it is anonymous Thanks! Enjoy Yesterdays Story!

*WARNING this story involves a little blood*

          Do you ever have moments where you wish you could go back in time and slap some sense into your past self? That was the first thing I wished to do as I woke up to my husband trying to pull me out of bed at 6:30 in the morning. For some strange reason I had told Tyson that I wanted to wake up at 6:30 with him and told him to get me out of bed no matter what. So here we were, my hands clutching to our warm bed sheets for dear life with my husband gradually pulling me away.
     "You're letting all the warmth out! Let go!" I cry in desperation. I know I was being stubborn but less sleep makes it harder for me to think clearly and I was determined to stay in the nice cozey bed and get at least fifteen more minutes of sleep. A huge smile crosses Tyson face and I know that smile, its his scheming smile which means I'm in for one heck of a ride. All the sudden I feel one huge tug and I'm flying off the bed. I knew my strength wouldn't last against his but I had to try. I look up at Tyson with what I describe as a look that could kill, but Tyson just starts laughing as he heads off to the bathroom.
     "Don't forget you asked for my help in getting you out of bed." Tyson reminds me.
     "Yeah, but I didn't you to physically throw me out of bed." I tell him, putting more emphasis into the word ‘throwing’, as I walk past the bathroom to the kitchen. 'I apparently need to choose me words wisely' I think to myself. I look in the fridge and am suddenly reminder that we are out of milk. 'Well cereal is out, what else to do have to eat here?' I think as my mood drops more and more. I look around the kitchen hoping for something to eat. I end up with my home made bread and the raspberry jam I had made with Jill this past weekend. As I walk over to the table to sit down and enjoy my breakfast I feel a sharp, stabbing pain in my foot shoot up my body.
     "OUCH!" I cry out. I drop the food on the table and quickly sit down on my chair to examine what could cause so much pain. I examine my throbbing foot and see nothing but a little spot of blood. I squeeze more blood out hoping that whatever is in there will come out with it.
      "Dang it! That hurts!" I whine. I hear Tyson coming to see what’s causing me so much pain. He then looks at it and starts to laugh.
     "Are you kidding me? Its just a little scratch." He then grabs some bread and jam and starts eating. Ignoring his comment, I hop on my one healthy foot to the bathroom and grab some tweezers out of the medical kit and sit down on the bathroom counter. I then start doing a medical exam looking for anything that could still be in my wound. I hear Tyson dropping his dishes in the sink and then walking towards the bathroom. He leans in the doorway of the bathroom with a grin on his face.
     "Hey I'm leaving for school, I'll see you later" he says as he kisses me on the forehead.
     "All right bye, love you." I say as I'm intently searching for anything in my wound. I then hear him grab his bike and walk out the door.
          After five minutes of searching for something I was starting to get frustrated. I couldn't see anything in the wound but I could still feel something there. Finally I just started pulling at skin and trying to pin point where that object was. Then my tweezers scraped across something that caused that same amount of pain that I had felt earlier. I swiped it back across that same area and found what I had been searching so hard for but couldn't see, glass. I pulled it out staring at it in awe. 'Why is there glass on my floor!?' I think to myself. Then it hits me, Tyson had dropped a glass cup last week. I role my eyes because I wasn't surprised that some glass had fallen on the floor. I distinctly remember saying, 'Shake the rug outside! I don't want glass on my floor.' I drop the piece of glass into the garbage can and start to clean up my foot.
          After my foot is clean I walk to the bedroom slip my white, fluffy slippers on my feet and walk back into the kitchen. I grab my broom and start cleaning the floor hoping to sweep up any more glass that could be on the floor. After I'm done with that I feel a sigh of relief inside of me. I then realize that it doesn't matter what events happen to you during the day, what makes the day bad is your attitude. We decided how our day is going to be, not the other way around. I turn the radio on and start getting ready for work humming to the song - today is going to be a good day.

Fear Unlike Any Other

          I can feel the hesitation building up in me. There was a reason I had put this off for so long and I still want to put it off but it has to be done. Brad our apartment manager is coming sometime this week - of course he didn't tell us when- and I couldn't stand the thought of him looking into the dark cave full of toxic fumes, also known as our oven.
     "Katie it's not that big of a deal if you don’t want to do it than don’t!" I can hear the annoyance in Tyson’s voice. I had hoped that my complaints would have saved me the trouble and gotten Tyson to do the dirty job of cleaning it for me, but to no avail.
     "What if Brad charges us for not taking care of it or what if he gets a bad impression of me because of it?!" I say with more desperation in my voice.
     "It sounds like the world is going to end." Tyson says in a mocking tone.
     "You should at least help me! I mean you made most of that mess with your cheese toast and other creations you've come up with." it was my turn to show the frustration in my tone.
     "Look Katie I'll help you a little bit but I do have homework that needs to get done and other projects." Tyson says. I felt the guilt slowly working through me. He was right, like always. I know he would help me no matter what and probably even do it himself if he wasn't in school right now. I let out a little sign in defeat.
     "Well I'll take what help I can get." I said thankful that he was nice enough to help as much as he could. He then looks inside the cave and gives me ideas on how to clean it. He then pulls the oven away from the wall so I can even sweep behind it.
     "Spring break I'll be of more help with cleaning. I promise." Tyson says. He then kisses me on the forehead and then is out the front door headed to work on some group project.
          I decide that I have all night to finish this project and that there is no need to hurry. I walk into my room and slide on some grungy clothes so I don’t get my nice work clothes dirty. I then walk into the bathroom and pull back my hair so it’s out of my face and away from any nasty burnt cheese or other unknown burnt food in the oven. I walk back into the kitchen and start to get out the cleaning tools that I'll need. 'Too bad I don’t have a flame thrower or any other heavy equipment' I think to myself. I grab my dish soap, a scraper that I use on my non-stick cook wear, and last a couple of old socks that neither Tyson nor I want. I then find myself staring into the huge mess in the oven.
          'I wish I would have been smart like Annie and put aluminum foil on the bottom of the oven' I think to myself. 'Well it’s now or never. I grab one of the old socks and soak it in water and dive in. I can smell the fumes from the mess and can feel my hands drying out. I was never a fan of this kind of cleaning. I was starting to get annoyed with the spots that seemed to be welded onto the bottom of the oven. They wouldn't budge or even get smaller. But I found myself still trying. I was started on this project and wasn't going to stop will the job was done. I finally let the music playing fill my mind and let it wander thinking of other things rather than the frustration.
          An hour later I found a sparkling oven and somewhat clean floor. 'Success!' I thought as a huge smile crossed my face. I then felt stupid after making such a huge fuss over this. I laid some aluminum foil on the bottom of the oven and found myself admiring the cleanliness of the oven. It happens so often where we find ourselves postponing a project because we either find it a waste of time of too hard. When in all reality nothing is a waste of time if you learn something from it or gain strength from it and last we are always undermining ourselves. We're capable of anything that we set or minds to.