62. Kat is my oldest, "technically" non-relative friend. Though we can't pinpoint it exactly, we figure we've been friends for just over 20 years. (Did I just say 20 years?!?!?! Holy crap.) She knows all of my good, probably all of my bad and...drum roll, please...she still loves me, still talks to me and doesn't hold any of it against me. I love her too!
63. I write poetry in my free time. (Notice I didn't say that it was good.) I used to write all of the time in high school and college, and then stopped. I need to figure out a way to unlock better creativity within myself.
64. Most teens spend their weekends partying and drinking with friends. Not me. I spent most of my weekends and summer breaks at Boy Scout camp, specifically Camp McKinley. This incldued day camp, polar bear camp, spring camp, summer camp, etc., etc., etc. I was a what they call a regular. Besides, when you're 15, and the boy-to-girl ratio is 40-1...you play the odds. The irony now is that my parents live at the Stone House at Camp McKinley. Too bad they didn't live there when I was in high school...sure would have cut down on my commuting time...and maybe I would have gotten into less trouble.65. I started my college career at Bowling Green and then transferred to Kent State in my junior year specifically for its PR program.
66. You won't find any better PopTart flavor than frosted brown sugar cinnamon.
67. When I graduated from college, I packed up my stuff and moved to Philadelphia. I loved living there. It's a great city, close to NYC, the Jersey shore, Baltimore, DC, mountains, etc. Plus, you can't find good hoagies, soft pretzels or cheesesteaks in Ohio. The one word that I hung onto from my time in Philly is "soda." I've been back in Ohio for more than seven years and just can't call it pop. Don't think I'll ever be able to.
68. In addition to my neices, Olivia and Cassandra, I am aunt to a number of other children that I adore - most notably, my goddaughter Carolyn (who is going to be 14 in November - gasp, is taller than me and absolutely beautiful!), Kat's youngest daughter Katrina and my cousin Shannon's darling munchkins, Zarah and Zender...though I'm not sure that you can classify Zarah as a munchkin, as she will be turning the ripe old age of 12 this fall. (Ok, reminder to me...need to get my butt to Tennessee to see Zarah and Zender, both of whom I haven't seen in well over a year. Hopefully, this doesn't make me a bad aunt.)
69. I hate olives. Black olives, green olives, marinated olives. Doesn't matter what you do to them, how you prepare them. I do not like them at all.
70. Kate is just short for Katie. My mom wanted to name my sister and I shorter names, so that we wouldn't go by a nickname. Well, that worked out for her. I go by Kate because I really don't want to be 80 and have people calling me Katie. Just seems way too cutesy.
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