My Bio

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=159 BGCOLOR="#111111" TEXT="#F7F7FF" background="0149f9f2dyxtip.gif"> <div> <A HREF="id4.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Main Page"><U>Main Page</U></A></div> <div> <B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700c8ff000000.gif" HEIGHT="13" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">My Bio</B></div> <div> <A HREF="id99.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="All About Katy"><U>All About Katy</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id116.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Family, Friends, and Pets"><U>Family, Friends, and Pets</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id115.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="White Tiger Information"><U>White Tiger Information</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id114.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Religion"><U>Religion</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id113.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Quotes and Poems"><U>Quotes and Poems</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id112.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Fun Sites"><U>Fun Sites</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id111.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Answer Me This"><U>Answer Me This</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id5.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Contact Me"><U>Contact Me</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#111111" TEXT="#F7F7FF" background="0149f9f3.gif"> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b701900066cc00.gif" HEIGHT="27" WIDTH="27" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">My Bio</div> <div> Right so you wanna know about me. If you want to know what I am all about then take a look at the "All About Katy" page. Katy is my girl. I love her so much. She is my life. Everything I do really revolves around her. She is the best thing to ever happen to me. We started dating on October 29, 2003. We also dated about a year before that. The first time we dated was shortly after we went camping on Labor Day. She was camping with Sam's family and I was camping with CJ's family. CJ's family and Sam's family go camping together all the time. Anyway back to me.</div> <div>    I was born in Ft. Worth, TX, on August 9th, 1987. I was raised in many places. First there was Texas, obviously. We lived there for about 4 years. We moved to Bitburg, Germany and lived there for about 4 years. After that we moved to Sunset, Utah. Then Hill AFB, then Clearfield and then back to Hill AFB.  Those were all in Utah if you didn't catch that. We lived in Utah for about 4 years. After Utah we moved to Arizona. And here I am, in the bowels of HELL! I've lived in this state going on about 4 years or something like that. I don't remember exactly when I made the moves but those should be close to the right answer.</div> <div>    I lived in Texas but pretty much nothing happened. Let's just travel on over to Germany. Germany wasn't that exciting but it was more exciting than Texas. I only say that because I remember some of Germany. Anyways, here's my first story. My Uncle John and I were walking my dog Naketa through the forest. After a little while it started to rain and we began to head home. We were walking back through the forest when it began to get dark out. Basically we got lost. Well I did because I told my uncle over and over that I knew the way. Yeah, I didn't. We finally found it after a little while. How long? Your wondering how long. Well it wasn't that long only about two hours I think. Hey, it was a big forest and I was like 7 or 8 years old. Maybe a little younger. Another time that is significant in my life is when I cracked my head open. Its not as bad as it sounds. I was going to school on the bus. We traveled by means of back roads, which was usual. My friends and I used to ride on the back seat, which went all the way across the back, and we would bounce up and down as the bus moved from the old roads. We tried to see who could go the highest but we never figured out the winner. I went so high that the guy next to me bumped into me and I went into the window. Crack! All of the sudden I am bleeding badly. The bus driver pulled over grabbed the first aid kit and came back to help me. After that its a blur. The next thing I remember is me in the hospital waiting for the doctor and asking my mom "will they hurt?" They as in the staple. 4 I think, into the back of my head. It was to hold my skull together. Gross isn't it?</div> <div>    Germany story number two. I went to school one day around the age of 7, I had one of those plastic lunch boxes. You know the ones with Ninja Turtles on them, well anyways. After school I was walking and I saw someone pulling on my brothers jacket, I am very protective of my brother. I went over there, this kid was bigger than my brother and I didn't think that was fair. So I punched him in the nose with my hard-plastic lunch box. He bled and it was funny and he never messed with my brother again. The End!</div> <div>    Germany tales. Our land lord fed us lots of food. I ate cow heart one time and I didn't like it. I also had cow tongue, which was also gross. My landlord drove a tractor through one of those railings on the side of the road and never stopped to take it off the tractor. He brought it home with him. Ha, that was great. My Germany lesson is now over.</div> <div>    Utah! In Utah I got into a lot of trouble and had a lot of things happen. Instead of writing a paragraph for each, I am just going to list them with a short summary.</div> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700f000ff0000.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">A kid was run over while riding a tricycle, in front of his house just down the street. He was like 5 or 6.</div> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700f000ff0000.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">My neighbors, which were Jehovah witness' had a son who used to pull his pants down and run around naked.</div> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700f000ff0000.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I went to the circus and got cotton candy, it came in a bucket with a wooden rod for a handle, almost like a big chopstick. I sharpened in a pencil sharpener and made a bow. Then I shot it at a girl, it hit her right between the nose and the eye. The area where you get "sleepys." Luckily I missed her eye and that the parents didn't press charges or anything.</div> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700f000ff0000.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">My brother, this kid,  and me all broke into this house right next to this kid. We'll call him Cody. I think that's his name. Anyways Cody's mom was watching the house while the guy was on Temporary Duty Assignment overseas. So we went in and trashed the house. Filled his lawnmower gas tank with seashells, cut up his water bed, cut up his couch, Cody pee'd all over the guys rooms, dug through his drawers and took a BB gun and shot it off. Well, I didn't do anything. I held a knife while they did it all. I was just there. Guilty by association!</div> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700f000ff0000.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">This girl across the street walked to slow to school, so I kicked her in the butt the whole way. She told the principal and I got detention. I also had to apologize.</div> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700f000ff0000.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I was in a field with a match and I lit it. Then I thought I put it out and threw it into this tree. The tree lit on fire, then the whole field. 2.5 acres (I think), it was big. Me and the two other people ran into the swamp. Somebody saw the guy I was with and said to come out, I told him to go. He said "Come on." I didn't mean both of us, so I told him that they only know he's back here. For him to go out and say he was alone. He wouldn't agree so I blamed everything on him. My brother agreed with me on it.</div> <div> That's it for Utah.</div> <div> Next stop, Arizona!</div> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c00b700f000ff0000.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Oh too bad Arizona is censored. Only privileged people can know.</div> <div> My life, the end!</div> </td> </tr></table></body>