Hello there.

I am Kate. This is my Blog. I have not decided yet what this blog will be about. It will vary from day to day. My diary? My Story? My Life? My Family. My thoughts. ME. Yes, probably all of the above. I don't know how to write something knowing others will read it. Well here I go. I choose to begin here. Today. I will undoubtedly ramble until I get my style going. I will type as if writing to a friend, thinking aloud. Letting my brain and my fingers get together and say whatever they come up with. Yep, that's it. Don't expect perfect writing from me. That is not what this space is about at all. This is just going to be me. Raw, uncensored, me. Kate. Kate is a nickname given to me by my dad's Mom, my Grandma Iva. She always called me Katey Jo. It was a way she told me she loved me. She is the only person who ever called me Kate. Most of the time she called me Kate when she and I were alone together doing things around her home. It was her way of connecting especially only with me. I guess you could say it was a "pet" name. I liked it. I think my Grandma felt sorry for me because I was the only girl with an older and younger brother always around to tease and taunt me. They were good at, believe me. I learned at a very young age to yell for help "before" they got to me. I could whine with the best of them too, lol.