Day 31 - reflection and moving forward

I haven't sent a postcard on time since the 8th. Do I have the tenacity to sit around today and write 22 more postcards and mail them out today? Maybe not. I've got the stamps and the cards, sure. Do I have that many friends? Perhaps. Do I have the energy, attention span and passion for it? Doubtful. I'm starting to see that these challenges of physically doing something every day seems to be too much for me right now.

Loosely considering doing something way different in April. Perhaps to post a quote which speaks to me, or to make note of something lacking in my life and how I combat it. I guess I'll have time to consider it, as I'm writing my postcards... ::le sigh::

Day 30 - Postcard to Amy

Amy is a friend who I know because she married my friend Ethan several years ago. She's a great mom and she's got a great sense of humor. I think that's a requirement to be my friend anyway. I once sent her a Flat Stanley. Not only did she take him on her travels and take some great pictures, she also set him up with his own facebook page. Hilarious!

Day 29 - Postcard to Wendy

Wendy and I went to High School together. We didn't know each other very well back then. We didn't run in the same circles. Who am I kidding? I didn't run anywhere. :) I got back in touch with her when my bff found her on facebook, so I started talking to her...and really regret not getting to know her better when we were in High School.

Day 26 - Postcard for Adrienne

Adrienne is married to a former schoolmate of mine. I had the opportunity to meet her last November. She's a mean cook and is very creative. I also needed an emergency "church outfit". Without blinking, she yanked me into her room and started throwing clothes at me. I mean, who DOES that? Adrienne, that's who. ;)

Day 25 - Postcard for Mindy

Facebook friend of a friend, yada yada...same story as several others. We have a lot of friends in common. We also have a lot of things in common that aren't "usual" things to have in common with other people. The really strange part is we ran in the same circles with the same groups of people during our youth, and still can't seem to figure out why we never met one another. The world is a funny place sometimes. :)

Day 24 - Postcard for Ashley

Ashley's very political, in the "actions speak louder than words" kind of way. He's been a big part of many grassroot groups, he's lobbied, he's assisted the Mayor of Utah, he's travelled the world for what he believes in. I only got to spend a few hours with him when I met him in person, but it was probably the most intense first "few hours" I've spent with anybody I've met off the internet (that's a lot of people, guys). So, I thought it fitting to send him this postcard...

Day 23 - Postcard to Portia

Growing up, Portia was a DJ on a popular radio station everyone in my High School listened to. She was also the big sister to my brother's best friend. I never really knew her as a person growing up. She was just a "radio personality" to me. She does radio on a different channel now, and though I can pick it up through the internet, I haven't taken the time to listen lately. We've gotten to know each other on a more personal level through emails and Facebook. I know for me, when I come to certain crossroads in my life, it's important for me to know who my actual friends are, and who will be there if I need an ear. So this postcard is a reminder that I was once a radio listener, but now I'm her friend.

Day 22 - Postcard to my little brother

Aaron has been my brother by blood for 20 years now. We didn't really know how to get along well, or how to be friends until just the past few years. I feel really lucky that people can grow and change in this lifetime. I would have really missed out on having an amazing person in my life, had we not been able to put all our "stuff" on the table and have the capacity to just move forward. Aaron, I'm so very proud to call you my brother. You'll do great things in life, this I promise you.

Day 19 - LvRG

My dear sweet Laura is another one of my amazing Broken Buddies. She's really quirky and kind. She's also got a lot more adventure in her bones than she might realize. She stepped out of her comfort zone a few times when we ran about town last November...I can't wait to see her again.

Day 18 - Postcard to the Grandparents

Unfortunately, my "nuclear family" exploded decades ago. Most of my family lives in Utah. There's a smattering of steps, in-laws and adoptees found throughout a few other states. I'm the only one in Texas, other than my paternal grandmother's only surviving brother. My maternal grandparents met and fell in love shortly after their High School graduation. They've remained married and very much in love ever since. They're adorable (both separate and together) and I love to visit them in their house up in the Utah mountains. My grandfather has lost most of his hearing and my grandmother has lost most of her sight. They're quite the pair...I hope they'll be able to read this card!

Day 17 - Postcard to Meesh

I think I'm starting to sound like a broken record. It sounds like all my friends exist in cyberspace. Does that speak to my generation or is there something else going on? :) Seriously, though. Meesh has such a dry wit about her, she's constantly keeping me in stitches. Her health issues also really help me to keep mine in perspective. She's survived so much and she's so positive and filled with an over-abundance of gratitude. I haven't met her yet, but I'm sure when I do, it'll be a day I'll never be able to forget. Not that I'd want to...cause she's really freakin' hot. :)

Day 16 - Postcard to Kathy

Kathy's another "friend of a FB friend". As usual, I continue to find the world getting smaller and smaller. She has a lot more in common with me than I had originally thought, and for that I'm truly grateful. It's nice, not having to explain myself to someone else for a change. I also got to meet her in person November 2009. We've talked on the phone a few times too, but everyone really loves getting postcards, don't they? :)

Day 15 - Postcard to a postal worker

I met Sean on Facebook through a multitude of mutual friends. His knowledge of useless facts about anything dealing with music completely baffles me. He's like the encyclopedia meets Casey Kasem. He's spiritual and has a great sense of humor. I was blessed with the opportunity to meet him in person just these past several months. It's always a pleasant surprise when meeting someone you've only known through text and pictures to be just as amazing in person as well. He was also part of the inspiration for doing this postcard challenge, because snail mail is job security for him! So here's your postcard, Sean. I hope you like it.

Day 12 - Postcard to Dave

My path first crossed with Dave when I was 14 years old. I lied to him about my age, but no one can fake maturity they don't have. Several years passed before we had the opportunity to find one another on Facebook, almost 20 years after the fact. He's thoughtful, artistic and seemingly introverted. I guess that's what makes us such good friends. He likes to travel and is interested in ghost towns. I sent him this postcard as a reminder that he can go wherever the wind decides to blow him.

Day 11 - Postcard to a girl named Sue

The whole "Sue" thing is kind of a funny story. I'm not sure exactly how we met. I know it was through MySpace, but I'm not sure who contacted whom or why. What I do know is that only after a few conversations she told me her birthday was coming up and she didn't really have anyone to do anything with. Anyone who knows me knows I a-love a challenge, and b-am kind of a big deal when it comes to gifts and surprises. So, I just told Sue to meet us at the Hookah Lounge and we'd take care of the rest. I had invited a lot of mutual friends and just friends of mine who seem to get along well with everybody along. We rented out the back room of the Hookah lounge which was PHENOMENAL. Rich, saturated colors, millions of silk pillows on the floor, silk drapings everywhere. The ambience was great. The only problem was, when the actual party started, the party consisted of me...Katie...and eventually Sue. No one else showed up!

Desparate times call for desparate measures. I started meeting girls in the bathroom and invited them back to share our hookah. The next thing I know, there's close to 50 people chatting, laughing...and as the Universe normally does, some really interesting "coincidences" started to happen. People I met in the bathroom actually KNEW Sue but had no idea she was there or that it was her birthday. So it all worked out in the long run. Sue always makes me laugh, which is by far the best medicine. We've helped walk each other through some pretty hairy situations, always trying to find the humor in situations, no matter how bleak they may appear.

Good for Sue, but bad for me...Sue's life is taking her on a path that's led her back to Austin, so though she's farther away now, I'm sure our paths will cross again. I hope she finds health, wealth, happiness and success on this, her new leg in life.

Day 10 - Postcard to my bff

Jason is such an amazing person. We met at a meeting of our High School's Ecology Club. It was love at first sight. Not like *that*, but there was just something about him that drew him to me. He tried to shake me, dodging me in hallways...but I always tracked him down. I guess I came on strong? ::smile:: I could go on for days about our friendship. How we haven't gone more than a week or so without a phone call in over 15 years, except for a few "family emergencies". We've both walked with each other through so many different life events, moves, loves, crises...he's still now and forever my heart.

The card doesn't really have any meaning other than some smart-ass remark about "Despair" on the flip side.

Day 9 - Postcard to my other BFF

I met Andi when I got my first job after moving to Iowa. I was in a bad living situation and word went through the grapevine that I wasn't sleeping well and was miserable. She approached me out of nowhere (I'd never met her before) and she offered me a temporary place to stay. Again, another story which might seem odd, had the situation occurred anywhere other than Des Moines Iowa. I was skeptical of her hospitality, but called her bluff when the crap hit the fan at my apartment at 2 a.m. the following Tuesday. She answered the phone and without question just said "come over, door's open". I stayed with her for a month, then she helped me find my own place and furnished it with some of her old furniture.

I've seen her once in the past five years, since I moved to Texas. Every time we talk it's like we're picking up a conversation we had an half hour before. We've helped each other grow so much, and I can't wait to see her again.

Day 8 - Postcard to a former co-worker

At least she had the common sense to skip the state... :)

Day 5 - Postcard for an old schoolmate

I can't say too much about this one without ruining the surprise. I'll see if someone comments on this after it's received.

Day 4 - Postcard to an Uncle

I have several "Uncles" but only two of them are actual biologically so. This particular postcard is going to someone I met on the internet, and over the years became one of my dearest friends. I was living in Iowa at the time and needed to find an apartment ASAP. I went on roommates.com and found a gentleman who was looking to split the rent with someone who was responsible (check!), financially stable (check!), quiet (check!) and could move in immediately (check!). It sounded almost too good to be true. I had waited for a room to open up in a house where several of my friends were staying on a month-to-month basis. It didn't look like there was going to be someone moving out at the right time, however. I contacted roomates.com guy and went to visit him at his home. He had on a thick Dickies jacket and was grilling ribs in the backyard. Would just seem like a normal occurrence in the midwest, but it was night, and it was Winter. He would pop outside to check the meat, then come back and chat a bit about his work history. He used to be a volunteer fireman, but quit because he couldn't sleep at night without having nightmares of the days before. He seemed very genuine and funny. I really enjoyed meeting him. The next day a room opened up in the home I was waiting for, so I called the gentleman (Kenny) to tell him I no longer needed a roommate, but thanked him for his time. 


I kept his contact information and set him up with a friend of mine who needed a roommate. They didn't really jive and after a few months, neither did my housemates and I. A little shuffling occurred and I was Kenny's roommate. I inherited a cat from one of my housemates and Kenny was smitten. The cat, (Reggie) was very mild mannered and attentive. Kenny spent months training the cat to do little tricks. I had no idea cats could be trained like dogs! Kenny became the guy I could come home to after work and vent to, he became emotional support and a confidant. Best of all, to this day, he's still one of my few friends who I can be completely "me" with. I'm crude, I've got a biting sense of humor, I can be offensive. I love it when people get my humor.


As time passed, I had an opportunity to leave the state, but I couldn't take Reggie. Kenny was excited I left him behind. To this day I still get "Mother's Day" cards, Birthday Cards and Hanukkah cards...from Reggie. :) Kenny and I stay in contact through email, but I don't usually send snail mail. I know he'll be really tickled to get this card, and he'll laugh until he cries when he sees the picture on the front. 

Day 3 - Postcard to a Broken Buddy in the UK

I was an English Major in college, at least for a semester. I wrote a paper on Etymology. My father has had a lifetime career in Communications. My mother's an English major. I love the English language. My favorite thing about the language is how words come into fruition. Did you know 15 + words were added to the dictionary as a direct result of terms people put into use after 9/11? "Shoe-bomber" for example. True story. Look it up. So, to pay homage to my native tongue, I celebrate my days by coming up with terms which help me most easily express myself to my close circle of friends. This is where Broken Buddies come in.

Before I started my 29th year on the planet, I've usually had more "acquaintances" than "friends". I'm okay with that. I'm an introvert by nature. Due to several life changes beyond my control in the past four years, I've been put in touch with several people (mainly women) across the world, who are also "broken". I refer to these women as my Broken Buddies (BBs). The irony is, these women are far from being damaged goods. They are the most compassionate, well-educated, self-aware, intuitive, funny women I know. I'm blessed to know them all and hope I bring to them just an iota of the joy they have brought to mine.

One BB I don't know very well. We chat on and off on one of the few social online networks to which I'm a subscriber. We both belong to a group of BB women who are trying to get better. Emotionally, spiritually, physically. There is no cure for our disease, but there is hope, understanding and at times, acceptance. I mentioned my postcard challenge to the group and she followed up with an email, asking if I would send her one. Her term used was "calling my bluff". Well, Allison, there's a postcard with San Francisco on the front, being mailed from Texas, on it's way to you in the UK.

Mess with the bull, you get the horns. ;)

**Note** Another interesting thing I learned at the post office today is how to put proper postage on international mail. I wasn't sure if I was to use US stamps or tape yen to the cover...I handed the postcard to the postal worker who told me it would cost 98 cents to send. The normal price to send a postcard within the states as of today is 28 cents. I didn't want to coat the card so I bought a 98 cent stamp, and it's now on it's way. I wonder how long it will take to get there...

Day 2 - Postcard to my house

Change is inevitable. The weather changes, people change, our health changes. We cannot stop the aging process, some just do it more gracefully than others. I've gotten additional news about my health, the cold exacerbates the pain in my bones, and I'm just one person in a full house. It's hard to take the people I love for granted. I think sometimes life is just seeming to whiz by in a fast and furious blur, and it's easy to lose focus and balance. That's why today's postcard is going to the post office, and turning right back around to whence it came. Katie is a huge fan of Dale Chihuly, famous glass-blower. I bought her a pack of Chihuly postcards years ago. It's growing dust on a dark corner of the bookshelf. It was until today at least. I tore out the one postcard that's got an external installation. A great reminder for us to get outside and play; a nod to the upcoming Spring. A postcard doesn't make a lot of room to get too profound, so I just wrote down my favorite Shel Silverstein poem, and hope it will bring a smile to her face that I've missed seeing lately.

**NOTE** This postcard was a tiny bit larger than "the usual" postcard, so the post office considered it a letter and charged me full price in postage. I learned something new today!

Day 1 - Postcard to PA

I wasn't sure how to post about these without ruining the surprise. I guess I can just be quasi-vague and pray that no one cares about my blog enough to read this. So my first postcard goes out to a friend I met on Facebook (have still yet to meet face-to-face). She has interminable wit, is always a platform for sound advice, and is above all else, a good listener. Oh, and her irreverence makes me want to hug her until she turns to dust.

She got her PhD 3 days ago, when she returned to Utah for the weekend. I'm honored and humbled to have sent her a Utah postcard, addressed to "Dr Rosenberg".