Wednesday, December 16, 2009

ready or not, here i come...

Dear Spain,

Get ready. I'll be there tomorrow.

Hasta luego,

Kellita

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Clap Out

Dear W+K NYC,

Everyone should be clapped out of everywhere. It's intense, and the best feeling of love and congratulations and fuzzy warm feelings. Thanks for a good run. Thanks for the most insane clap out moment. This goes down as one of the best moments of my life. I will miss you.

I thought the elevator would never come,

Kraft salad


Saturday, December 12, 2009

Ladies Brunch

Dear Sarabeths,

Thank you for hosting our holiday brunch. It was most excellent. Thank you also for the lady in the fur coat and the delicious drinks.

chips ahoy,

the 4 of us




Thursday, December 10, 2009

W+K Holiday Party

Dear W+K Holiday Party,

You were insane and fun and debaucherous. You looked like a South Beach club in the building.

And Charles is in trouble.

dirty-dancing-freak-humping on the dance floor,

me and all my co-workers













Sunday, December 6, 2009

Hair Gel and Tanning

Dear Jersey Shore on MTV,

You are so entertaining. I. Can't. Stop. Watching. Marathon.

I've been to Seaside Heights and it's true,

Shameless fan

One man's bell is another man's syrenge

Dear Rockette's Christmas Spectacular,

You were spectacular.

Love,

The girls of 83 7th Ave













Friday, December 4, 2009

Welcome to the Group of Death

Dear Brazil, Ivory Coast, Portugal, and North Korea,

You rocked our faces off at Nevada Smiths. I wish every project I worked on ended in the sweetness of a heavy metal concert singing soccer-themed songs.

We all, call it awesome,

head bangers







Thursday, December 3, 2009

the times they are a changing

Dear Life,

Expect big changes in the future. I applied to lead a bike trip next summer, quit my job, got a new freelance job, and am going to Spain in 13 days.

Good luck with reality when you get back,

Decisions

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Don't Cry Keddy

Dear Tears,

You are ridiculous. Stop streaming from my face. I know I'm proud and sad and happy and totally overwhelmed, but really? I'm in public, and little Cam is hugging me and saying, "it's awight keddy, don't cry", which makes me cry harder. I just saw Jess on her boat with her crew making it happen.

Go Jess, you f-ing rock.

Kel





Sunday, November 29, 2009

Kids say the darndest things

Dear White,

I regret to inform you that Cameron cannot use your true name. When asked to say Snow White, she smiles and replies, "Snow Wipe". When coloring with sidewalk chalk, she asks if I want to use the wipe chalk. Luckily for us, it's incredibly adorable, and makes us laugh, which makes her repeat it because it makes us laugh so much.

Sorry boutcha,

the 7 dorks








Saturday, November 28, 2009

Tunnel Excitement


Dear Anyone Who Took Long Road Trips as a Kid,

Remember how exciting tunnels used to be? They were a trip into the unknown. Several minutes you felt super powers, like you were special to be traveling under parts of the earth. Well, no one does tunnels like Cameron.

When you come upon a tunnell she throws her hands up in the air and yells at the top of her lungs, "TUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL", and holds her hands up and continues yelling, and her whole body shakes as if she is having convulsions. It's great, and ends up with every adult in the car immitating the same behavior.

Thank goodness for tunnels,

the kid in all of us

Oh beautiful for spacious skies...

Dear first curve of Highway 1,

You are one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Makes me wonder what I'm doing in the concrete jungle with your rolling magnificence. I can't think of 3 peeps I'd rather enjoy that with. And you're only the start to a journey down the coast.

In awe,

kellita






Friday, November 27, 2009

Cam-a-lama-love-you

Dear Cameron Elizabeth,

You amaze me. The things that come out of your mouth make me want to pack you in my suitcase and take you back to New York so I can play with you every day. When you ask mommy and daddy, "where's my keddy?" it makes me melt inside. And you're so well behaved and curious, and you have the best "cheeeeeese" for photos. I'll run up and down these hills with you any day, and you're a kid after my own heart when you want to dance in the streets all night long.

I love you little lady,

your keddy