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.

Jamaican me laugh

Dad: I got so drunk at my bachelor party. I was still feeling it at 5 the next day.

Mom: You also kissed a black woman at your bachelor party.

Dad: She was Jamaican .... and I didn't kiss her.

Amazing Christmas is the new pink

It's the most fucking wonderful time of the year.

Pass the tissue

Last night at dinner I saw the most adorable new born baby. And I literally teared up. Well the baby was facing our table, and he was laughing and wide-eyed. I was laughing and caught a glimpse of the baby, and started laughing, and saying how cute the child was, and tearing up. TEARING UP OVER A BABY! What is going on with me? I don't cry over babies. Apparently, now, I do.


Maybe one day I'll have babies with him, maybe one day I won't.

Princess Jordan? Yuck.

I have never been the kind of girl who dreamed of being a princess. I guess I thought Prince William was cute in that filthy rich and royalty kinda way. Lately I have thought that Harry was the cuter one ... that is until I saw these pictures from ol' Bill's graduation today. Maybe it's just the "man in a uniform" thing, which I can be a sucker for, but maybe not.

When's the next flight to London?

Oh, Dad

Dad: Who is that?

Mom: Patrick Dempsey from Grey's Anatomy.

Dad: ....

Mom: Dr. McDreamy?

Dad: Is that like asking you who Cal Ripken is?

Mom: Yes.

Getting caught up

The past two weeks have been too eventful for me not to write about.

I'll start with Mates of State weekend. They blew my mind. I danced and sang until my feet ached and my throat hurt. Kori is probably the hottest person in the entire world. Maybe it's just the way she dances and sings, or it may just be because she is just the coolest person to ever live. Whatever it may be I pretty much want to be her. The rest of the trip was just as great as the concert itself. We ate migas amillion. I spent Christmas present money on an outfit at Urban Outfitters, and I learned that you just have to say get the heck outta my business to scammy homeless people. Also Philip Durrett is also one of the funniest people I know, not that I didn't already know that, I guess I just haven't seen his face in a while.

Tuesday I made my way to Ruston just in time to enjoy Christmas in the Plaza. Being cold and listening to some good music was just the way to end a hectic day. Those porterdavis cats are just as amazing as ever despite a few technical problems. Another night in Ruston followed as I watched the basketball game and enjoyed a delicious sandwich at Subway. Who knew I would actually like something from that place.

Thursday night Patrick and I realized we were really almost grown ups. Nothing will do that to you like a company Christmas party. We attended his company party at a quaint Longview restaurant. I got to see Pat be all business like, and I like to think I put on a pretty good show as well. Also we some kind of heavenly meat. I swear I think the gods sent it straight down for us to feast on. Also, I was served the biggest serving of cheesecake I have ever seen in my life. Friday night was my company's Christmas party. We enjoyed ourselves at that party as well. I was glad Patrick got to meet these people I talk about every single day.

This weekend was one of the best ones I have had in a while. Doing good deeds for people and having good deeds done for me was just what this season is all about. Every time I come to Ruston I realize just how much I miss it. Saturday night was the Holiday Ho-Down. We ate like champs. Kate and Matt's house is one of my favorite places to be, especially with the people I love.


Thanks for picture Phil!

I am too busy to even pee this week.

best. recipe. ever.

I got this in my e-mail box about 5 minutes ago. It is amazing.

First you take a load of dry shite and mix it in a trashbag. Let me
tell you about what to put into the bag first ok.

A box of Crispix
A can of nuts that you like
Some Chow Mein noodles (a can or bag)
A box of croutons if you wannu
Maybe some Cheerios but I am not fond of them personally
OH MAN AND A BOX OF CHEESE WHALES!
Anything else, perhaps some melba toast or whateva whateva

So all that's in a trashbag, right? Ok now forget about all that
shit. Get a bowl or maybe your blender and put a cup of oil in it.
Also, a package of Ranch dip mix and 3/4th of a Tb of DILL WEED. Ok
mix it up.

Ok now remember that stuff you had in the bag? Drizzle a third of
that oily stuff in there and toss the bag around to mix it up. Then
add some Garlic Salt and Dill Weed. and then add another third of
your oily shit, mix it, and do it all again.

Ok I have to pee now.
PK

Matesies

Tomorrow I get to see this amazing married couple.

I simply cannot wait. Can't wait. Can't wait. Good friends, good music, good food (MIGAS!). This trip to Dallas is just what I need. December is going to be my month. Lots of parties, holidays, shopping, friends, family and of course amillion fun.

This past week I have been working on transferring pictures from my old piece of crap to this new beautiful machine I have. Be looking for exciting, embarrassing, incriminating photos like these soon.

thanks

The dishes are cleared.
Bellies are full.
I'm in my pjs getting ready to go to bed early because, of course, I agreed to work the retail giant tomorrow. It's only 7-10 a.m.
I was going to dedicate this post to how incredibly thankful I am for my brother J.J. I was going to go on to say how proud of him I am. How he amazes me every single day. I was going to say how much I miss him now that I don't see him at least every other day. I was going to go on to say how happy I am for him that he has truly found his place. He doesn't have it all figured out just yet, but he's on his way. And also I was going to say that no matter what any one else says, I will always believe in him, and I always have.
But then I got to thinking about my other brother Matthew. And how glad I am to be living with him again. Seeing him grow up and become this amazing person it just something that I am so glad I get to be a part of.
I also started thinking about Patrick. How far we have come in these short months. How I cannot wait until the weekends where I get to spend all of my time with him, and the fact that I am so happy about it. When I am with him I am happy -- always. Happiness and love. That's all I need.
I also got to thinking about how thankful I am for my amazing friends. Thanks for everything. Most of them I don't get to see hardly at all, and I miss you, yep you.
But I think the people who I am really, truly thankful for this year are my parents. My amazingly loving, caring, understanding parents. They loved and supported me even when I was a crazy lunatic unemployed freak. They knew something would come along. They believed in me, in my talents and capabilities. There are seriously no words I can think of to express just how grateful I am to have them as my own.

Happy Whatever

The holiday season is here, and I couldn't be happier about it.
All I need to do is go buy a Christmas CD and buy some festive pajamas.
Tonight?
Eating Momma's chicken spagetti with Patrick, doing the Christmas card thing, and a movie.

Also, I agreed to work at BBW the day after Thanksgiving. I guess the early holiday spirit has gotten into me.
Bring on the pushy, cranky, and rude shoppers. I'll take them on for 3 hours.

I can't wait to spend more time with his face.

Yawn

I have things to say, but I am just too too sleepy.

Same song, different verse

As I am sitting here trying to find the words to express my day/emotions theses lines filled my ears:
Hold on to whatever you find baby
Hold on to whatever will get you through.
They say it perfectly.
Hold on to those people who lift you up, who will tell you the truth when you need it, who love you no matter what. Hold on to them. Hold on to it tight because you don't know when it's going to loosen its grip on you.

<3

Random

I now have black finger nails.
I think I like it even though I feel like a 11 year-old rebellious girl. My mom still doesn't like it 11 years later.

I think I need more deadlines in my life. For three years is was Friday at 4, Monday at 2, Wednesday at 3. Now it's whenever you can get it done, Maybe Friday?, No Ok Monday afternoon. Deadlines make me feel alive. They make my heart race. Deadlines are what I lived on. I need more deadlines in my life.

Things are changing all around me. Contstantly, changing. Constantly growing. Constantly staying the same. I have decided that I am just going to let them change. As much as I have wanted things to stay the same, they absolutely cannot.

I miss this place and everything that it holds.

here we go.

Welcome!
That's all I really have to say.
Except be patient.
Be very patient.