My Life List

1. Own a dog
2. Have a child
3. Stay CAVITY FREE until I’m at least 50
4. Learn to swim the Butterfly (effectively)
5. See a Dodgers/Giants Baseball game in LA
6. Go to a World Series game
7. Visit at least 15 states (California doesn’t count)
8. Complete the 30 day Shred 3 months in a row
9. Get my drivers license
10. Plant a tree
11. Make my own outfit
12. Pay off my student loans and credit card / be debt free
13. Get a More Than Satisfactory rating on my Eval at work
14. Read 10 books in one month (that I havent read before)
15. Walk across the Golden Gate Bridge
16. See NYC as a tourist
17. See San Francisco as a tourist
18. Learn to ride a bike well (this includes hills)
19. Own good knives
20. Own my own domain name
21. Be a published author
22. Reach 100 Beers at Barclays in the beer club
23. Share a Zachary’s Pizza with Jesse
24. Stop biting my nails long enough to get a Manicure
25. Meet 100 98* online friends in person
26. Get a tattoo
27. Have Christmas dinner at my house
28. Reconnect with an old fried Done while writing this list
29. Speak in public about something I am an expert in
30. Swim with dolphins
31. Go deep sea fishing where my grandfather did
32. Ice skate in Canada
33. Be an extra in a film or tv show
34. Own a home
35. Visit 3 European countries
36. See all 7 Wonders of the World
37. Explore Golden Gate Park with my Mom for her birthday
38. Send my parents some where amazing for their wedding anniversary
39. See myself in the newspaper
40. Cook a whole chicken
41. Hold / Pet / Feed a penguin
42. See a giraffe in the wild
43. Surf in Australia
44. Make a font out of my own handwriting
45. Give $1,000 to Charity
46. Have sex 31 times in a month and enjoy it all
47. Get a caricature of myself and a loved one
48. Road trip cross-country (touching 5 states at least) with my dad
49. Brew my own beer (no matter how badly it turns out)
50. Get a professional massage

51. Taste 100 different kinds of Fancy Cheese
52. Go Wine Tasting in California
53. Self publish a Doodle Book (does not count towards getting published)
54. Own an Adult Camera
55. Take photobooth pictures with my sister on the same day every year for 20 years
56. Complete at least 5 roadtrip in “Road Trip USA”
57. See 20 live shows in a year (not only music)
58. Be involved in some way in my best friends wedding
59. Own a restaurant/pub

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I was inspired by Mighty Girl, Miss Grace and Super Jules who have been crossing things off their lists left and right. I’ve wanted to have a life list for a little over a year and it was finally time to write it.

So thats my list.

And now heres my life.

<3

*Miss Grace pointed that Blogher is coming in August and that I have also met NakedJen. I dont count Miss Grace as an Online Friend because I’ve hung out with her too much for it to make sense to. Or something.

updated 5.20.10 to include 51 – 59, crossed out completed.

An Open Letter, to the Internet.

Dear Internet,

let me start off by saying I miss you. I feel like a part of me is missing, like its been cut off and stuffed in a drawer. Or buried in a pet cemetery. Or eaten by a rather odd little man with no hair who likes to “read alone” a lot.

See, I have this thing that a lot of people have called a job. I also have an addictive personality, which is part of why it was so simple, so easy for me to become as addicted to you as I did. When you add the two things together, it makes for a not so happy boss.

I’ve been given the order to cut you down to zero at work. An Order. Its you or my job, baby, and you know how I feel about showers, and eating food, and a roof over my head and the ManBears’, and laundry detergent, and tapatio, and keeping my cat up to his eyeballs in tartar-reducing treats.

It doesn’t help that I try to catch up on all that I’ve missed during the day when I get home, sucked into your vacuum, your delicious delicious vacuum. And I want to catch up. I want to read the 132 (no seriously. that’s what I came home to today, after clearing it last night) unread posts in my Reader. I want to tumbl, refreshing every. single. minute. just in case I missed something amazing. I want to catch up on episodes of shows I dont even watch because I can. I want to spend hours reading the 9 hours of tweets I missed, responding late because I don’t want to be forgotten.

And that’s dangerous.

Never mind the fact that I would read twitter feeds all day long. Never mind the fact that tumblr is full of basically useless (if amusing) things (that totally made my relationship what it is today, which is a story for another time). Never mind the fact that I havent made art in months, that I havent unpacked from my move (4 months ago), that I havent called my grandparents since before new years (I did see them at christmas though!), that I haven’t exercised in long enough that half of my pants don’t fit over my big butt and love handles (no really mom. you don’t have to be nice. i know they’re there. i saw them in the HUGE MIRROR while i was getting into the shower the other day to shave my legs for the first time since new years, another thing I haven’t done in far too long).

Internet, I have to stop using you so often. I am turning round and slow. I have carpel tunnel and screen-vision. I have a click in my neck (an actual click that sounds when I move my neck out of that position) from hours of leaning slightly forward and down.

I need to start living the life I keep telling myself I want.

So Internet. Baby. Sugar-lips. Sweetums. I am not quitting you. I never could, but this (work mandated, boss demanded) cutback of hours for you can do me a world of good if I let it.

And I think I might let it.

With all my love and tired fingers,

Kat

ps. see you tomorrow.