To do.

If I am ever going to move to Portland, like I say I am about 10 times a day, there is some stuff I need to do.

A list. My Portland list.
- Purchase some sort of Northface outerwear and/or apparel. Maybe even a fleece vest.
- Learn how to eat granola on a regular basis, and not just in the chewy chocolate chip bar kind of way.
- Get used to crappy weather, and not see the sun for days.
- Go camping ... in a tent ... and not shower ... for days.
- Smoke weed, because according to my dad, that's all they do in Portland. Smoke weed, and die. Because people die every day in Portland. EVERY DAY!


Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is

most of my days are kately

This arrived on my doorstep this afternoon.

I have the best separated-at-birth-friend. Every single day I am so thankful I met her. Every day. And an added bonus, she does jazz squares.
So, because of this lovely gal, this -- does waving motion with hands in front of computer screen -- is going to improve, and you may just like what I write. Or, you may not.
One thing is for sure, she is pretty much a-freakin'-mazing.

Love you.

I have attempted to write a post five times in the past week (two times in the past hour).
Here are the things I want to say.
I have been sad, really really sad. Last Sunday and Monday it all came out. I talked about it and the tears just kept coming and coming and coming. I guess sometimes you just gotta get all out. Cleanse yourself, right? I hope I just cried all that sadness away. And the worst part? I didn't know what I was so sad about.

I have some of the best friends -- ever, and I have some of the shittiest ones. This weekend I shared it with my favorite friends. From eating, to drunkenly laughing over Victoria's Secret and dry erase boards, to sitting through Dream Girls, to making fun of Saints fans, to laying in bed listening to the rain. Everything about this weekend was just perfect, and it's not of what I did -- just who I did it with, as always.

Also, I can't wait for me and Patrick to live in the same city-- if that day will ever come. I can't wait until the weekend where we don't have to say goodbye on a Sunday. It breaks my heart a little bit each Sunday when we hug goodbye. Just a few more months I tell myself until he graduates. A few short months. In my eyes, he is the most amazing person I know. I love him so, so much.

WWYD?

This story just amazed me today. Would you jump in front of a subway car to save a complete stranger, put your life in danger in front of your two children? Would you? Frankly, I am not sure if I would. I wish I could say, yes, I would risk my life to save a stranger. Isn't that what we are called to do? So, why don't we? What I know right now is that I am elated that there are people in this world like Wesley Autrey.

The real amazing thing about this story is that Autrey doesn't think that he did anything heroic. According to the New York Times he said, “I don’t feel like I did something spectacular; I just saw someone who needed help. I did what I felt was right.”

I believe we can all learn something from Wesley Autrey, and I hope we will never forget it.

So fresh and so clean, clean

Last night I did not declare any resolutions as we rang in 2007 in John and Whitney's front lawn. But it seems like there are several things I would like to work on with this fresh start.

Here is a list of my work-olutions because I just don't like resolutions.

-Be organized. This room of mine has got to get clean, and so does my car. It's embarrassing. Not only my room and car, but just everything in my life seems to be so disorganized, and I can't live like this anymore. I bought a new planner, and I am ready to fill it up with tasks and to dos.

-Be optimistic. I use to be such an optimistic person. It seems like now all I can ever think about is that bad things in life, in people, situations ... just everything. I have got to stop it. Sure my life isn't exactly how I want it. But is yours? Maybe if I get my shit together then it will turn out how I would like. I know it will be soon.

-Be creative. I truly miss writing columns. I am going to start writing columns on Fantastic Lies. Maybe it will improve my rapidly declining writing skills, and make this a little more entertaining. Also I am going to try and be crafty, although that is the complete opposite of who I am. I am certainly give it a try. Get me a glue gun and some construction paper, and I'll go to town.

-Be patient. I don't think there is anything that needs to be said with this one.

-Be adventurous. Dare I say camping is in my future? Perhaps. Maybe I'll try a day hike or a bike ride or just spend a day with Matt Nipper. Whatever it is I need to start doing it.

I hope you can accomplish your work-olutions in 2007, and if you need any help, I'll be right here.