Oh no! Wild Katie! What will you do?

Okay, this isn't the most recent,
But I love this photo of me
and my parents...and my dad's arm.

So, now I'm wondering what has brought you to the wonderful world of me?

Is it curiosity or actual interest? Well in any case, read on to find out more about this majestic, wild Katie.

Just because of how retardedly easy it is for people to jack up my name, I'll say my first name is Katielynn. Or Katie.

My dad is Michael and my mom is Donna. We hail from the Keystone State, Pennsylvania. Now I'm just going to throw this out here, but have any of you heard of the Bloomsburg Fair? If so, my home of record, is about 20 minutes from there.

Now, I say home of record because I currently reside in California. I am a United States Marine, stationed at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego. I am a combat correspondent, (remember Joker from Full Metal Jacket? Yeah, that) and I also am the handler of the depot mascot Belleau Wood. She's adorable. A brindle English bulldog of two years.



Bella at the beach, digging a hole just
to try to eat the sand.

I'm extremely grateful to have Bella. If it wasn't for her, I don't know how I would have handled my slightly depressive period. I was head over heels for this guy, and we dated for 6 months. Out of the blue he dumped me at a movie theatre, telling me we weren't right for each other and so and so forth. Also, that the 6 months we were dating were basically a trial period for him. So when I got home that night, missy Bella was there for me, and wouldn't leave my side. She's really helped me recover. Which brings me to touch on this next point. Now I swear to God, if I get commments on this post about me not having a proper "mourning time," you can kiss my country ass. It took me a month to talk to people again, and another half a month to talk to anyone I thought I'd get attached to. I was absolutely afraid to let myself open to anyone. But one particular Marine did.



This is going to sound strange, but this
car kicked off something great in
my life right now.

 Don't get it twisted, I'd known Drew while my previous boyfriend and I were dating, but I just pushed him into my head as a friend, or so I thought. When I finally talked to people again, I started to hang out with an old friend who has this Eclipse. He thinks he is a badass with a car, which is cool and all, but it wasn't that great of a car. I began to realize the more often I saw Drew floating around that I really did like him. So my buddy got this brilliant idea to race Drew as a way to break the ice... First off, Drew drives a 2007 Pontiac G6...this thing is a beast. So, race night comes and my buddy is like, "Yeah chill in my car and we will blow him away and maybe you can start talking to him." I decided it would be better to ride with Drew. So we teamed up against the Elcipse and for all intents and purposes beat him by a landslide. Dinner and a scary movie followed. Ever since that night we've been pretty chill, dating I guess I can call it. I don't really know what to say exactly. Although, I still stand by the fact that my new truck is badass.


2004 Dodge Ram 2500, Hemi 5.7 Liter, 4x4,
Manual transmission...buried in snow.

 My dad helped me buy this truck. My mom and my aunt claim it is because I've got him wrapped around my little finger. I mean I've always been a daddy's girl, but I'm making the payments. This truck is my baby. I feel very safe in it, even thought I have to crawl my happy ass up into it. Mind you, it won't be as fast as the G6, but it could swallow it whole hahaha. Don't tell Drew I said that!





This is a photo I dug up from
my mom's photo albums, it's of
my brother handing me a
Barbie doll. If he seen this
he would probably kill me :)



I would like to mention this now, since this is a truck and 4x4 and all that. My brother and I are basically attached at the hip. We go hunting together and are just plain up to no good. Mom tells us that we say, "MOM" the exact same way and have this same look on our face when we don't know what is going on. My brother is 15 years older than me. He used to spend HOURS playing Barbies on the floor with me, and he still loves me, except now it's HOURS playing in the mud.

So I can't think of too much else to say, if you have any honest to God questions for me, e-mail, or in the comment box leave some suggestions on what you want to know.

Thanks for sticking through this post!