An open letter (that will never be read by the people it's addressed to)

Dear John Boehner and John McCain,

This is a letter on behalf on myself, my mom, and the majority of American voters who elected President Barack Obama. I have some words for you.

STOP SAYING THE AMERICAN PEOPLE DON'T WANT HEALTH CARE REFORM. Do you think we're that stupid? Do you think we FORGOT why we stood in line for hours on November 4, 2008 to vote for OUR PRESIDENT? It was for CHANGE. Most notably, HEALTH CARE REFORM. Sorry for yelling, but you seem to just never listen. Especially to the American people. (Pssst...I am American, dontcha know)

You remember the debates? I do. I know you do, McCain. I especially remember the town hall debate, where President Obama stood up there and told America that while his mother was laying in the hospital, dying from cancer, she was fighting the insurance companies to get coverage. He said he'd fight to make sure no one else has to go through that. And he did.

So here comes this bill down the pipeline. It was debated to impose a sugar tax and tobacco tax to help pay for it. Brilliant idea! Yeah, let's do that! Oh wait, no. Here come the ARMY OF LOBBYISTS to talk you out of it. About 4,000 corporate lobbyists embarked unto Washington (that's about 7 per senator/congress person) to put a swift stop to that. So what you, Boehner, needs to say to America is that you are sorry. You are sorry that you have NO IDEA what we want, NO IDEA how smart we really are, and most importantly, you have no moral values.

You would rather take the side of special interests than the 31 million uninsured Americans? You think imposing a 5 cent tax on some soda would be unfair somehow? Like people would stop buying sugar? Same with tobacco. People in NYC who smoke can tell you. They pay close to $10 a pack, but if you're a smoker, you're a smoker. It's funny how you have no problem telling people where they can smoke, but you wouldn't dream of taxing them more. HOW DARE YOU!? Please.

I implore both of you to go on TV tomorrow and tell the American people that you care more about corporate profit than them. Because you do. And always have. And always will.

I really hope (and I mean this) that you never have to know the desperation you feel when you, or a loved one, is ill and you can't afford to treat them. If you have to make a decision between feeding your family, or receiving treatment to save your life. When you have to justify to an insurance company why you deserve the right to LIVE. I really hope that never happens to you.

I am a tax-payer (and I do complain about it), but my taxes go to so much bull shit. I pay for LA Laker victory parades, and Michael Jackson's memorial, and Bridges to Nowhere. Wars I don't agree with. Private planes for politicians. The list goes on and on. But I don't mind paying more to make sure my friend Karina can get treatment for her lupus. Nope, don't mind at all.

I gotta go guys. Lost is coming on and I'm hungry. So I will end with this: stop working for the lobbyists and start working for us. Stop worrying about the next election cycle and start worrying about us. The best change in this country was unpopular at first and always opposed by Republicans. Maybe you should jump on board or move to Costa Rica with Rush.

Change is happening, whether you like it or not. Deal.

Love, Katy

The breakfast of champions.

You know you are ready for the weekend when you park the car in the garage, turn on the right turn signal, and get out. With the car still running. I am not sure if it was because I was tired and excited for the weekend, or if I am slowly going crazy. Probably a mixture of both.

Last night we had a major rain storm move through SoCal. It knocked out the power twice. Normally, I wouldn't mind just falling asleep to the sound of rain, but it actually sounded more like a river running by our house. I kept imagining Chris' car floating down the street. There was also some crazy man outside screaming for about 2 hours. We had a hard time sleeping through it and laid in bed talking about stuff I can't remember now. We're going have some good sleepin' tonight.

We saw the film Precious today. It was really good. It made me feel like all my whining and complaining was so...selfish and petty. Look how good I have it in comparison. I know I really have a lot, so much, to be thankful for. And I am. But, there are a few things really driving me flipping crazy right now. I know I'm being vague. I am. For a good reason. You know, with the interwebz being visible to everyone and all.

But I will say it has nothing to do with Chris. He is the one thing that makes me happy from day to day. Going home and seeing him is really the only thing I look forward to. Have you seen his face??? Just adorable. And his heart is just as adorable. Trust this.

It really disturbs me how melancholy I have been feeling lately. I don't like being this way. I like being goofy and funny and ambitious and hopeful. I know I will get back to that soon. Maybe it's just the weather. Or maybe I need more fiber in my diet. I got a coupon for some Wheaties. Maybe I'll try that.

(500) Days of Chris

I hope whoever is reading this has seen (500) Days of Summer. It was a great film. What I loved most about it, is that it was set in Los Angeles, but I really had no idea until mid-way through. Most movies filmed and set in LA have the characters cruising down Sunset Strip, walking (rollerblading) on Venice Beach or the Santa Monica Pier, eating at Pink's hot dogs (totally overrated), or doing the excruciating Hollywood Blvd thing. If you have lived here for any significant amount of time, odds are your day to day life doesn't include any of the aforementioned places. Unless you actually do live/work near there or you are homeless. In that case, sorry I was presumptuous.

Anyway, my point is, this film was shot primarily downtown, which is neglected in films meant to take place in LA. It is used for films meant to take place in other cities a lot though. Since I have not explored downtown as much as I should have (because it scares me) in my time here, I just didn't recognize a lot of it.

After seeing the movie, I was curious what park this scene was filmed in:



It's called Angel's Knoll and people used to get there via the shortest train line in US history, Angel's Flight. I don't think it should be called a train line. It's more like a tram, but whatever. The train closed 20 years ago due to a fatal accident, but there is an initiative to re-open it this year. For now, you can just traverse the 1 million steps to get up there (not as bad as it sounds, I'm sure it's more like 80 steps). It's a really tranquil part of the city and not a lot of people up there. I guess people in LA don't "do" stairs.











My boyfriend (I guess I should call him fiancee) Chris and I sat on a bench and just watched the city below for a little while. It was a beautiful day.





After that, we went to Pasadena to the Melting Pot. I've never gone before and heard it was pretty good. I heard right, but man. We were eating for 3 hours straight. It took FOREVER. By the time we left, I had my fill of fondue for a few years. Our waiter took like 30 minutes to bring us raw food we cook ourselves. Here is where you can insert jokes, "Did you have to kill the cow? Har, har." But really, makes me wonder. We only put in enough money in the meter for 1.5 hours. Dinner is now $42.50 more expensive than we anticipated.



All in all, I had a good day in LA. Today is cleaning, relaxing day. Preparing for another work week and hoping and praying that Chris finds a good job soon. I have no doubt he will, since he is amazing, but I know he is anxious about it. So am I.

Ok for reals this time.

I am determined to actually do something today besides sitting at home. It's just that I love my apartment, especially in the winter because it's always perfect temperature. I get to lay around in my work-out pants all day and not feel guilty because I know I can work out whenever I want. I have the pants on! But I usually end up laying in the bedroom and watching MadMen on DVD.

But today is different. I live in LA and I hate it here really. I used to like it, but I am so over it now. I moved here back when I enjoyed going out on the weekends (or week days) and dancing and getting drunk. Now I like coming home, putting on pajamas (notice the trend?) and watching TV with Chris.

So I am making myself leave the house today. As soon as my real pants get done drying, I am putting them on and we're gonna go do stuff. Like...go explore downtown LA. Go see a movie. Go for a walk. Anything!

And then maybe workout later. I have the pants ready.

PS
I am getting married on Sept 18 in Albuquerque, NM. Very happy times cometh.

Take two.

Welcome to my new, re-vamped blog. Hopefully you already had the waste basket bookmarked and you're clicking on you are just sitting at home wondering what I'm up to. Or, the more likely scenario, you are bored because Perez Hilton hasn't posted anything new in 12 minutes and you've already updated your Facebook status and have nothing else to do.

Either way, mahalo! This is my permanent space now. One reason I stopped updating the blog before is because it was this GoDaddy site that was kinda a pain to log in and out of. The only cool thing I'll miss is I can no longer view the search keywords that brought people to my site. At least, I don't think I can. Can I? Tell me, Blogger-heads! I just made that up. Did I just make that up? I hope so.

I bet you are looking forward to more random fun. You are? Well, in that case, meet Muffin. He's our pet lamb and he goes everywhere with us. He's such a ham (lamb) and loves to have his photo taken!

Except when he's doing business. He was kinda teed off that I took this picture and then bandied it about cyberspace.