Our time spent together.

I think she's doing well.
-Mother

The Black Cabin part 2

In the carriage the Young Woman watched as her village slowly disappeared behind her. Soon the carriage was swallowed by the thick of the woods. It even seemed to get darker the further they went in. The Young Woman began to grow afriad. She cautiously looked outside trying to search the endless series of trees for anything unusual. Sometimes it even seemed like the trees themselves moved slightly.
The reigns cracked and the Young Woman was thrown back into her seat. The horses started to run making the carriage bump violently on the dirt road. She tried to get up to see what was happening. Steadying herself on the window she looked out again. Something was following them. It was as tall as a tree and its branches curled and twisted in an effort to catch the carriage.
Just then the horses panicked, and stopped immediately. Rearing up, the carriage twisted on its side and dragged a few feet before stopping. The Young Woman was hurt and stunned inside the carriage. Then a horrible scream came. It was the carriage driver. A large black shadow whipped over the carriage and the Young Woman, passed out.

When she woke up she was still laying in the carriage. She seemed able to move. With much effort, she pulled herself out of the other side of the carriage. She had no idea how long she had been asleep but as she looked around she realized she was alone. The day's light was getting dim and she couldn't stay in the carriage. Not with that thing out there. So the Young Woman walked the road.
A sick feeling came over her. She felt as if she was being followed again. The large black thing creeped ever closer toward her. Twisting and curling its branches. In a last effort, the Young Woman ran into the forest and tried to escape the monster. Rain began to fall, and this made running much harder. She didn't know if she had lost the thing but she dared not look back.
The rain continued to poor down. Then suddenly as if by magic, and old black cabin appeared in front of her. She slowly approached walking up to the porch and knocked on the door. Suddenly a wretched feeling came over her. She felt both sick and unsafe. The Young Woman backed away and as she did the cabin seemed to change shape. The windows had become huge eyeballs and the roof dipped as if to create a furrowed brow. Frightened she turned to run. But then a large hooded figure blocked her escape, and as it approached, she froze in place.

Doingasbett tear as can expecttted

I'nm so sory mom. I don;t mean to worry you. Im ok really. I'm safe now. It just hurt alto and I was getting all upset because of the pain. Those new pills wrok a lot better. Most of the pain is gone but I'm a littleel loopie. I disconnecccted my phone so don't try calling me. Emal might woark but stillllll snot a good ideas. I probly wont get it anyway. She's got me in a safe place so i can justsleepjas a little
Anyway I l oves you and know that I finallyug gotdssome helpp. I gottsa go now.

Love you alto,

KK

Goodbye

He's Here

He's here.

Staring at me.

Through the window.

I
 dont think he can come inside. Thats why he stands at the windows

Now he just waits and stares at me though the side window. I think he has lotss of time to waiste otherwise he wouldn't do that. Sometimes I can 
ignore him but even with teh windows covered I can still feel him stareing at me. It's hard to sleep like that. The other pills are hel
ping though. But the dreams I'm having. Is it still a good nights sleep if I wake up scared and panickeddd?

I wish my cats we're still around. 

I wish my family was here.

I wish I could go home.

My cats.
Their gone.
I just woke up. I have no idea why I slept so long. I went to bed at nine last night. Now I'm waking up at 3pm and my front door is wide open. I can't find my cats. They aren't coming when I call. I tried opening some food and leaving it outside but I'm afraid I might just attract other animals.
Oh my God, my cats. I love my cats.
Mom, my cats are gone. Their GONE!
And my door was wide open. WHY?
They're not coming back. I'll never see them or anyone again. Where is everyone? Why haven't they come? I can't go outside. He's still there.
I saw him after I closed the door. His shadow showing on the white towel covering the window. He took them. And he must be keeping me here for some reason. Why not just come in and kill me or kidnap me. Whatever the hell he wants.
I tore down the towel and just started staring back. It's weird because when I look at him I feel like I'm dreaming. Everything goes fuzzy and I can feel myself forgetting things. I can't tell what he wants. His face even looks blank. Nothing there. No eyes, no mouth, no nose no hair. And a suit and tie. How funny.

I'm sorry I moved here. I miss you and John so much Mom. I miss my home. I just want to go home.
My phone isn't working again. I'm scared that I can't contact anyone except online here. Why does my internet work and not my phone?
I'm not sleeping. I'm almost out of food. I have no money.
I'm alone here.

Dream 15

I woke up from a bad dream. I don't remember it but I felt like I was fighting something. Like something was trying to get me to move or control me. And I remember the real feeling of griping something hard in my hand. So hard that my had is numb and bruises cover my palm. When I got up I heard something drop to the floor. My cats started hissing and I heard them run away. I took a flashlight I've been keeping nearby and pointed it beside my bed. On the floor was that worry doll.

Sometime last night I got up, walked across the room, got the thing from my jewelry box, and came back to bed. I don't remember doing that. It must have happened in my sleep. 

I don't sleep walk.

That black angel

The black angel from before in the hospital

I  don't know who he is. But he's been watching me for the past three days now. I see him through my windows. Craneing his neck trying to look in further. He can only see so much from the deck window. I'm pinning up towles on the windows and taping the sides. But I know he's still there. My cats will never come home with him there.

I hesitated to say it before. I don't want people to think I'm crazy. But I'm having nightmares and seeing angels wearing black. I don't want to go to a doctor. They haven't been able to help with my pain. How could they help with this?

I don't want to go to an insane asylum. I don't want to be in a room strapped to a bed. Drugged up and drooling for days.

I'm so sick of being in pain.

I just want it to stop.

I found some leftover vicodin from a previous injury. Something I've kept for emergencies. I took three of them. I wanted to take more but I stopped myself. I can't take these other pills. I don't even know what they are. But what if I run out? Will I use these pills? Would they even help? Maybe they would kill me? If I can't leave then I can't get more medicine.

Mom, why?

More gifts

Last night I heard a loud pounding on my front door.
I was too scared to check what the hell it was.
It continued for a few minutes.
When I decided it was light enough to go investigate I cautiously peeked outside.
And I found this on my welcome mat.

That's my name. My full first name. This looks like the bottle that my medication came in before I tossed it. Looks like someone grabbed it. Messed with the label and put new pills in it.

I have no idea what these are. They have no stamping or anything identifying them. There are 30 in the container. Who the hell left this here? Was it you Mother? That's so nice that you want to replace my pain medication I got rid of. I may be in pain but I'm not stupid. Next time you want to leave me a present you should call before you decide to come over at four in the Goddamn morning. Pounding down my door!
I'm calling Janet after I post this. She's a retired nurse, she can tell me what the hell these are. I'm not going to toss them. I need the evidence.

Screw you and your medicine.

The Day's Events

Even though I want my family and friends and possibly the authorities to know whats going on when its happening, I hesitate to really write anything that I do on here. You don't realize how much the internet shares until something like this happens to you. Identity theft, credit card fraud, and facebook. They all share one common goal. To get who you are and copypasta it to whoever wants it. Google doesn't help either. Link to all of my networking sites through one e-mail account. I couldn't even be on here if I didn't have one. I'll be damned if I let this go any further than it already has.

Locksmith came and fixed me up. Even put in a few other locks for good measure. Dad helped me pay for it since my finances are starting to dry up. But I'm not even looking for a job right now. I'm still not better from all of last months events and now that the pain pills are gone everything is a little more complicated.

Should this still hurt so bad? It's been almost a month since I had surgery and I'm still in a lot of pain. Maybe they left a scalpel in me or something. I should call the doctor. See if he still thinks that sleep is a good thing. Speaking of which, I got it in short bursts last night. An hour here, an hour there. The pain and nightmares take turns waking me up.They are still vivid and real. Seemingly even more so.

I'm not going to lie here. My paranoid self is rearing its ugly head and I don't mind listening to it. It only makes sense that I would feel that way though. I've never had this problem before. But now when I look at my whole self....

Go ahead. Google yourself. See how much of you is on the internet. 

There are some people out there with pictures of you that you don't remember taking. Nothing weird or sexual. Just the smiling photos at someone's house. Or in the backround. Or on someone's blog. Or at that public event. Those are the worst. It reminds us that no matter what, you are re-searchable. No wonder she knows where I live. 

I just realized something...

I let the cats out today and I decided to spend the last couple hours of daylight siting in the shade outside, reading. I stopped for a second and looked up from my book when I had made a connection.

This thing

She had made a comment on "The Cat's Day Out" about leaving me a gift. Did she mean this thing? Is she saying that she left this around there for me to find? And now I remember, it wasn't just laying around. It was at the bottom of my stairs. Just sitting there perfectly placed where I couldn't miss it. Does Mother know where I live? That's assuming that she actually left this and isn't messing with me. She also said that she hopes it "keeps me safe". Safe from what? Clearly its not from sickness.

Then I thought about my apartment being all messed up. I looked at the photo I took and found two things that don't belong there.

Why would I have this collection of weird name scribbles? I didn't write that.

This second one unnerved me. I started feeling really uneasy as I looked at this. Again I don't remember drawing that. But it looks like the same size and shape as the name one. I don't have any notebooks with that size of paper. My paranoid thoughts are coming back. And they're telling me that someone was in my house without my knowing. But not only that. They we're here, left a mess, and then locked up anyway. Does someone other than me have a key to my apartment? Or worse yet. Did my neighbor give someone the key while I was gone? Did they make a copy? Have they been back since then? I've been so drugged up lately....

I called the police, more than a little freaked out by this. They told me that since nothing really conclusive has happened (ie: no one getting hurt) that they can't do much.
Maybe I'm overreacting. But this is really creeping me out. I called the landlord and left a message with him. I'm going to be taking the necessary precautions to keep myself safe at night. Although I'm not sure how I'm going to get any sleep now. I don't care how much pain I'm in those pills are going in the toilet. I hate them anyway.
I almost threw that worry doll from my deck a few minutes ago. For now I'm just putting it in my jewelry box. Hidden away so I can't see it. I might need it to show the police if anything else happens.
I'm sorry if this scares anyone, but I had to write it down. Mom, I'm okay, I have all kinds of nasty trinkets that I could defend myself with if I need to. Please don't worry too much. I'll call you tomorrow morning.
Katie

Doctors and Diaries

I just woke up.
Probably not a good time to write something everyone can read. But that's what spell check is for. I feel like I was knocked out or something. I probably would of stayed asleep too if it wasn't for the cats politely pawing at my face for food. Both they're water and food bowls were empty. I guess I forgot to feed them last night.
It took me a long while to remember what I did yesterday. It wasn't until I took a look at my blog that my memory started jogging again. I can't wait to get off of this medicine.
So I went to the doctor. I don't remember all the details. (I know that's going to bother you Mom.) He said that I looked like I was recovering alright. I told him about the pain, the random sleep patterns and the dreams. He said that was normal for the medication I was on. "Sleep is good for you.", he says.
Yeah but I'm sleeping a lot.
Anyway, I think I came strait back home then because I don't remember much else from yesterday that wasn't time spend in the doctor's office. The paranoid part of myself wants to ask him about memory loss? But it was just an afternoon. And I'm not dead or beat up or anything. So I must be okay.

I think it might be best if I keep a regular posting schedule on here for a while. At least until I get off the medicine. That way if I keep having issues I can have something to tell the doctor.
My phone is back up again too Mom. I checked it before I got on here and there is a dial tone and everything. Cell phone is still on the fritz. I'll call you after I'm done posting this.
Loves and stuffs,
Katie

Edit: Mother commented on my last post this morning an hour before I had gotten up. She said to "Wake up". Does anyone else find this creepy?

And Update and Mother

First of all Mom, I'm sorry I haven't been in contact. I know you're worried about me and I should have called you a while ago. My phone is out and I've been outside my apartment maybe twice since my last post.

I'm okay Mom. The pain is still around but its tolerable. I had to go out and get some groceries and more pain killers. I'll have to leave to see the doctor for a follow up tomorrow. I'll let you know what he says when I get back. It will have to be through e-mail though.

And to my friends, I'm sorry for not letting you guys know too. The medication makes me sleep constantly and when I am awake, I'm getting something small to eat then going strait back to bed. My computer is filled with stray cat hair and dust. And this place is getting to look like a pigsty but again I haven't bothered to do much on a count of me still being physically out of commission.
I even had to look at the calendar on my computer to see what day it was. My reference for time is all screwed up. I go to bed and wake up, its nighttime. I go to bed and wake up, its the middle of the afternoon. I go to bed and wake up, the sun is rising.
My cats have been staying close to me too. They keep giving me this weird look. Almost as if to say, "Are you okay?" and they keep looking out the side window at night. I don't know what they are seeing. I suppose cats have better vision than people but I don't know whats occupying all their time. Its just nice to have someone here with me.

And on to the other thing.
It's nice to see that a few other people seem to be interested in my life and writings. (All both of you) But when I finally cleaned off my computer and started checking past e-mails I saw that I had a number of comments from this person called Mother. At first I thought it was you Mom with some kind of clever title. But this person is different. I suppose if you start asking for help from the populous when it comes to weird dreams you're bound to get a few oddballs. But she's telling me to burn my notebook and to "be a good girl." It's a little more than disconcerting, especially since I'm still recovering here.
I suppose this is what happens when you leave your blog alone for a week.
She seems to be trying to tell me about this "him" guy. And she didn't like the morphine induced post I did either. I'm too tired to be really worried though. If she is reading this, then please don't take offense to what I have said here. But I just have no idea what your angle is. I appreciate any help you want to give me but your odd comments are looking less like a good samaritan and more like a creeper.

Anyway, doctor tomorrow, I'm doing okay, and contact me through e-mail. Or here. I know my friends and family are reading this even though they don't follow it directly.
Love to all,
Katie

The Dreams

I'm in that black void again.

The voice is talking to me. It's weird and distorted.
But I still can't hear anything.

I agree with everything its saying but I'm scared.

Then I'm on the edge of the void, somewhere between a white walled room and the blackness.
I get really scared.
I try to move but I can't.
I'm paralyized.

These arms come our from the void.
They stretch and twist. There must be five or six of them.
They first grab my shoulders, then as I get closer they grab at my back and push me closer.
Just before I get to the void again I can move.
I start to drag my feet. I try to turn and run but the hands have me.
I get dragged into the darkness
I'm terrified.

I woke up, sweating and breathing like I had just run a few miles.
Then I drew this.

The Pain that Comes and Goes

It's been a few days since I got back from the hospital. I still feel like crap though. The medicine doesn't seem to be doing much anymore. Some days feel better and others are really painful. It seems like I keep forgetting things too. But I haven't been outside since I got back so its possible I just have a case of cabin fever.

My neighbor came over a few minutes ago to see how I was. He's such a nice guy. I haven't been here for more than a month and he's checking up on me. We're becoming fast friends. He took such good care of my cats while I was away. Speaking of, they are doing just fine Mom. They keep trying to sleep on my stomach but that's not a good place for them right now. God I missed my pets.

My dreams are getting elaborate too. It might be something that is important to my situation now. So I'm starting to write them down. Usually they all start out the same. I'm in a black void. There is no light and  I can't see anything around me. But I can hear things moving around. Mostly there is this voice. But I can't hear it. It's just...there. Then everything goes white and I end up somewhere else. Usually I'm outside my apartment or in the woods nearby. Everything is black and white like some old movie. I've been waking up in the middle of the night and I gotta take a moment to get myself out of it. Sometimes when I wake up all I can do is draw it out so I have a bunch of rough sketches too. I'll post a few here. If anyone has any psychology or dream analysis skills then let me know if anything stands out. If I can find a particular meaning then maybe I can let them go and get some real sleep.

Thanks in advance,
Katie

Home at last

Hi everyone,

That last post was pretty crazy huh? That's what a morphine drip does to you. Note to self: don't leave your computer on and nearby after being drugged. 

I just got back from the hospital today. Dad and Janet wanted me to crash at their place for the next few days but I really wanted to come home. When I got here through the place was trashed.

I don't remember leaving it like this, with all the papers and notebooks around. The front door was still locked when I got home. I looked around and made sure nothing was stolen but nothing seems to be missing. Also the front door is the only way in or out, unless you have a ladder. I have to assume that I did this and just forgot because I don't know why someone would break in just to leave my drawings and notebooks around.

I'm sure it was me and I'm just forgetting. I don't remember doing much before getting into the hospital other than sleeping or bending over in pain.

I still have to give Mom and John a call. I will talk to you two later.

Alright time to take my medicine and rest.

Loves,

Katie

I swear there is someone in my room. I know this sounds crazy or maybe its the morphine talking. But I swear I see a man in my room from time to time. Just then now, when I was sleeping, I felt something grab my hand. And it was real I'm sure of it. But no one is here. I know you think I'm obsessed with the paranormal Mom, and your probly right. But I'm sure that was real. Do you think it was an angel? I thought angels only visit dying people in the hospital. Especially black ones.

Oh my God, thats right he was wearing black! But he wasn't glowing or anything. Not like angels have to be exactly like the pictures and movies. You believe in angels right Mom?

Wow I'm getting really tired again. I just wanted to say this befoere he came back. Gotta go baclk to sleepnow.

In the Hospital

Oh my God. Nothing like a week in the hospital to make you go crazy.

To John, and all of my friends I hope you got this link. This will properly explain what happened. Since I'm kinda dopey from the pain medication here, its probably best if I'm not talking on the phone every three seconds.

The day after I went out with the cats I got all sick I and started bending over in pain. It got so intense that I was yelling into a pillow so as not to freak out my neighbors. Janet, my stepmom, came over and got me to a hospital. We went into the ER and an hour later I was being rushed to surgery. Apparently I had appendicitis. They took the offending organ out of me and now I'm re-cooperating. I've been laying here with marathons of Law & Order: SVU and worlds crazies police videos to keep me company. Dad brought me my laptop yesterday so now youtube is my new friend.

Mom, I just sent you an e-mail with the phone and room number for the hospital sorry about the delay. You can call me whenever. Leave it to me to leave my cell phone at home. I'm still in pain but they are pumping me with antibiotics and pain meds. YAY.

These meds are really messing with my dreams though. I keep having these elaborate dreams of me looking for someone in this Tim Burton like city. When I felt like I was getting close I would feel this real, intense pain. Then I would wake up. But sometimes I have to wake up again because I see this tall man in the far corner of my room just looking down at me. I hope I don't need these too much longer. The meds knock me out but the dreams wake me up. I know some of you do dream analysis. Let me know if you can figure this one out.

They're going to keep me here for a few days yet but I will keep you posted as to my progress.

Love you all,

Katie

I feel like crap. My stomach is doing somersaults. Honestly, it's all I can think about right now so I'm writing about it. I don't know what got in my system but it sucks. Maybe I got into something in the woods yesterday. I didn't eat anything weird at all. Oh my god....
Its times like this that I'm glad I'm unemployed.
Uggggggggg

The Cat's Day Out

Mom you will love this.

Majestic Opie

Inquisitive Sovy

Princess Dulcet

They LOVE being outside. They are now officially feral cats. And by feral I mean they go about 20 feet from the front door and come back. We went for a little walk in the back woods this morning when it was cool...er. I found this cute little stream with a bunch of big rocks perfect for a picnic. Dulcet was drinking from the stream and Sovy was catching lizards and bringing them to me. Opie spent his time resting in the shade. And you won't believe this but the cats followed me around. I didn't know cats followed people. Would you believe they actually came when I called too? I swear its so funny. 

We only stayed out for a couple hours before I decided to get us all inside again. I think the cats we're happy to. They we're tired and hot with all that fur. When we got back I had to empty the trash and I noticed something odd at the bottom of the stairs.

I thought it was a rock at first. When I picked it up it I could feel it was made of wood. It looks like some kind of worry doll or something. I really don't know. It was a bit dirty so who knows how long its been around. One of the cats probably found it and tried bringing it up the stairs. Its weird but kinda neat. I have it sitting on top of my computer right now.

I'm glad you like the story so far. I know its kinda rough right now but you know me. I try to let the story write itself. It always turns out better that way. Anyway I'm having a bit of a writers block as of late so I'm not sure when I'll have more of the story for you. More time spent finding a job I suppose.

Love you,

KK

The Black Cabin part 1

Once upon a time there was a cabin that housed a Young Woman, her Mother and her Little Brother. They lived just outside the local village, between the stretch of land that separated the woods from the mountains. The village boasted a bakery, clothing shops, an inn and of course a legend or two.

The most popular legend here was of a monster that resided in the woods just outside the town's boundaries. The monster was a tall, dark figure that hid among the trees looking for lost or forgotten villagers who would dare venture inside the forest at dark. You knew it was close when you heard a low hum, almost mechanical in sound, and had the sick feeling that you we're being watched. To the villagers, this was an old wives tale to keep bad children out of trouble.

But to one family, it was a terrifying secret that only those living close to the woods would understand. Every day the Young Woman, her Mother, and Little Brother, would spend their time doing the chores, and enjoying each others company. But every night they spendt in silence. In the evenings they would hear a low hum just outside their cabin. As the sick feeling of being watched creeped in, the Mother would lock up the door and say a prayer, and the three would remain quiet until the sun came up the next morning. As long as the monster was not let inside, or the three did not venture outside at night, it could not hurt them. They knew this because that is how they lost their Father. This secret had kept them safe for years.

One day the Young Woman was feeling particulary restless and upset about their position. Why did they have to live in fear every night? Surely there must be other places that do not have such problems that they could live in. The Young Woman had decided to journey into the world and find a place where their family could live in peace. That night, at dinner, the she told her Mother of her feelings and thoughts. The Mother became furious.

“Don't you know what lies beyond the our boundaries?”, she yelled. “If you leave it will hunt and kill you. Just as it did your Father.”

“We cannot live like this anymore Mother.” , the Young Woman began. “I can find somewhere free of this monster and my Father's death. If I leave in the morning I will be well outside of the forest boundaries by the days end. I can find a better place for us to all live in. A place where we don't have to spend every night in silence and fear.”

The Mother started to protest again when they all heard that low, almost mechanical hum. The three instantly silenced as the Mother rushed to the door and locked it. The Young Woman and her Little Brother shaded the windows just before that dreaded feeling of being watched came over them. The Mother looked at the Young Woman and saw a the determination in her eyes. The Mother looked at the Brother, and saw his desperate and pleading face.

They all huddled together in bed that night. Listening to the scratching on the roof and watching the shadow pass by the window. As much as it terrified her, the Mother knew that her daughter was right.

The next morning the Mother packed her a bag with a loaf of bread, a hunk of cheese wraped in a towel, and three silver coins. She told the Young Woman to go into town immediately and take the carriage out to the next village.

“There you should find a local bar. Find a man named Smithy. Tell him who your father was and he will help you get started.”

The Young Woman said goodbye to her Mother and Brother. She promised that the next time they saw her she would be coming to take them to their new home.

Settling In

I can't believe I'm done unpacking. Now that I look around I'm making a list of things I need to get. Is it bad that I'm excited to get curtains and and wall hangers? The phone peoples came this morning. I didn't expect them to be so prompt. I guess I was first on their list for the day. 

Mom, I sent you an e-mail with my new phone number let me know if you got it. My internet is working but I still need to get a phone for the land line. Maybe it would be better if we just skyped. I could teach you. Then we could see and talk to each other if you get a camera for the computer. It might be cheaper too.

I can't wait until it cools off a bit. I want to go walking in the back yard. It's all forest back here with a few houses in-between. Then I want to let the cats out so they can explore the great outdoors.

I know your worried about it Mommom but I think they will really like it. And I'll stay close by. Besides there aren't any major roads out here. And I won't let them stay out at night.

I'm feeling inspired by my surroundings so I think I'll try out some writing tonight. I'll post the results for you to see.

Also let John know about the blog. Not like he's going to read it, he doesn't even check his facebook. 

Love you,

KK

I have arrived!

Hi Mom!
I've always wanted to say that.
Well Mom, here you go. An easy way to keep up with your budding writer. I just got in yesterday afternoon around one. I unloaded the truck all by myself with the exception of the bed which my new, gracious neighbors helped me with. It was hard but not completely undo-able. The heat almost did me in though. Gotta get used to that.
You would love this area Mom. It's so beautiful here. I'll have to send you a few pictures soon. It feels like I'm out in the middle of nowhere but in reality I'm only about ten minutes from gas and groceries. And about an hour from downtown. The view is very pretty. I have giant hills on one side and the lake on the other. My apartment is small but perfect for me and the cats. Who by the way, are exhausted from the trip and are currently napping all over my unmade bed. It's like a one bedroom efficiency. My kitchen is in the living room/office and there's the bathroom and bedroom. There are boxes everywhere.
Today and Thursday are unpacking days. I'll probably have to journey to the grocery store. I forgot how hungry I was since I missed dinner last night. I tried this pizza place nearby, they are the only place that delivers out here. My god the pizza was bad. It was like cardboard with lots of unseasoned sauce and two tiny slices of cheese on it. I didn't expect Chicago food but good lord was it bad!
Anyway I'm downtown siphoning internet from an obliging coffee shop. By the way my cell phone doesn't really work out here so if I don't answer, that's why. I'm going to be calling the phone company tomorrow to get a land line. I'll give you the number as soon as that gets settled along with the internet. So I'll let you know asap when I do. Honestly I prefer it. You know how much I hate my cellphone.
Love you,
Katie