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Please Excuse the Language but…

I’m pretty fucking amazing.

Seriously. It’s taken me much longer than it should have to realize it, but I really am.

This realization comes from a boy seeming to get a little weirded out actually, or maybe I’m just reading things wrong. I have been dating a boy for a couple of weeks, and in that time he’s realized that I pick up on details pretty easily. This is true. If you tell me your birthday, or I see it on Facebook, I will probably remember that it’s the same or similar to someone else that I know, and therefore I will know it sooner and remember it longer than you might expect.

What’s my best friend from elementary school who I haven’t spoken to regularly in 15 years you ask? June 8. Her mother’s? August 7.

I don’t know how, I don’t know why. They don’t always stick, but they do tend to get in there pretty quick.

That same boy doesn’t know this (yet?), but I really like doing things to show my affection. Things like mix CDs or post cards sent by snail mail. I’ve had some people make me feel as though the kind of attention that I can give is not a good thing. Those people are wrong.

Sure, there are people who don’t handle the attention so well, and I probably won’t be super close with them for very long, but that doesn’t make either of us wrong. I do believe that it indicates that I’m going to be a pretty kick-ass mother though.

I’ve blogged before about this awesome party put on by an amazingly talented mother and how blown away I was by it. I’m starting to realize that I have the potential to be just as inspiring.

So, it sucks if I’m reading this boy correctly and he is getting scared off by things like awesome sandwiches that I make and remembering birthdays, but just think of what the one who won’t be scared away will be like! And I could be totally wrong anyway, and he could just be busy. In that case, lucky him!

Doppleganger!

Once upon a time I searched my own name on Facebook.

There were are few girls with the same name, but only one who stood out. She happens to live in Seattle, very close to Tacoma, WA, where I was born. So I sent a friend request; she of course recognized the amazingness and accepted!

Thanks to the ever-so-functional Facebook chat we talked a little bit after finding out through status updates that we’ve got many a thing in common. Turns out, she was born in Santa Cruz (if I remember correctly) which is relatively close to where I live now when compared to Seattle. We tended to update our status within half an hour saying very similar things.

Obviously, we’re both made of the same kind of awesome.

A couple months ago she let me know that she was coming down to visit her dad.

The Katherines Wessel would be in the same state, and for a little while, the same city! This was obviously going to either solve all of the world’s problems, or bring on the apocalypse.

That’s right, you can breathe easy tonight. We met today, and I see no signs of impending doom, which only leaves one reasonable outcome.

All is now right in the world.

Also, we’re both reading an amazing book that you should probably check out.