You sit there and listen young lady, M'kay?

As much as I would like to keep my last post  up forever (I'm totally proud, and all), I have decided that today I would take part in a meme that I found over at Confessions of a Jaded Gym Junkie by the Jaded Vixen herself.

Meme:  Letter to my younger self :

(I have taken liberties, of course. I would like to tell young Katie some specific things.

I work better in the form of lists anyway.)

Your two best friends are going to move. Far away. New York and Wisconsin to be exact. You will grow apart eventually because of the distance but don't worry, when you do get to see each other it's just like old times. And the word 'stiffy" is timeless. Kara will still use it. 

Your highschool boyfriend is going to break up with you your first year in college. Your heart will be broken. When it happens, dont embarass yourself. Don't start smoking and stop eating. This will not bring him back and will only create more issues for you to deal with. Be sad about it, but know that you are about to become the hot ticket in your dorm. Your social calendar is gonna fill up fast!

Be nicer to your suite mate in the dorm. Yes, she annoys you because of the fact that she refuses to wear pants in the common areas but just ignore it. This will be a great story to be able to hold over her head tell when you're 30.

I suggest that you do not take that ill advised trip with friends to Sault Ste. Marie Canada.  If you must, try-TRY to remember that the border guards will NOT think the four of you are funny.

The correct answer to the inquiry of  what you were doing in Canada is,

"We came for the weekend to do some shopping and sightseeing"

and NOT

"Hookers. We were looking for hookers... and black market cat livers"

 And no, you will not die in a Canadian jail like you thought you would. Close call though.

Don't do yourself a disservice by  pretending to like HORRIBLE bands just because your significant other does.  Rob Zombie? Insane Clown Posse?

uh, no.

You don't have to marry the first person who asks you. You will, but you don't have to.

If you are having dinner at someone's house and you ask what they've made, but they won't tell you until you try it... It's probably squirrel or some other horrifying food that you would never eat in a million years.

Also, stop eating at this house. Ew.

In the summer of 2007, give your Aunt Ann a nice long hug and tell her that you love her. Tell her that her love of bingo and the very colorful strings of curse words that she puts together are just some of the things you truly love about her. 

It will be the last time you ever see her.

Embrace your weirdness.

Your son is everything  you ever wished you could have and more.

Don't take your husband forgranted. He is one of the best things that will ever happen to you.

But he fishes a lot.

Protect your good credit rating.

I may need to do this one again, I just thought of like, five billion other things teen-me needs to know.

Next time.