Letter to Somone I Wish I Could Meet

Hm…. this letter will prove to be very difficult. Most of the people I wish to meet are no longer here on this Earth, and with the few that are it’s more of a “wonder what they are like in person” than a true wish to meet them. One hears of a famous person being a nice guy and all, but when you get to meet him, it turns out he has a preference for eating with his toes, or something just as odd. And how do you deal with that?? But if I must write a letter, I guess I will pick someone.

Dear Mr. Twinkie Maker,

I’ve often wondered about your job. You are part of the American Quilt. You bring joy to millions and millions of kids and adults alike. Who doesn’t see a Twinkie and think it’s a sunny smile of sugary goodness?? And the cream filling!! Just HOW do you do it?? Oh, I remember watching Unwrapped and seeing it, but I’m sure there is more magic involved. I wonder how you feel, knowing you put a smile on my face when I see that box of Twinkies in the snack aisle. And truly, how do you keep from gorging while at work? I assume you don’t, since you still work there.

A smile of golden sunshine

I wish I could meet you, so you could solve these and other questions, but alas, I shall be content to just admire you from afar, and give thanks to you whenever I eat that delicious confection, especially after putting the bathroom scale away.

Sincerely,

A happy fan

Letter to a Cyberfriend

I have been fortunate to make what some bloggers and commenters refer to as “fake internet friends”. With very few exceptions, they have fostered strong friendships and have become like family. In fact, the recent loss of my FIF PattyAnn has left me feeling like I lost a close relative. I am lucky indeed to have such great friends, and though I have so many that I can write about, I can only pick one, so I will pick the first 🙂

Dear Max,

What can I say?? You and I share the same brain. That is enough to scare our mutual internet acquaintances, I’m sure. On second thought, it should also scare our common “real life” friends. You have helped me through hard times, and are always able to make me laugh when I feel down. You show a loyalty that is without equal, and a moral compass that is unbreakable. You share your family with mine like we were siblings, and turn to me for advice when you are at your wit’s end. You work so hard to teach your son, and you also work hard to make sure he walks the right path as he grows into a young man. And when I feel sorry for myself, you are quick to kick my behind and tell me to STFU and appreciate what I have. You have never failed to do that. In fact, you may have set a world record for fastest kick…. Anyway, I am very glad we are friends, and so grateful to have you in my life. And for that, I thank you!!

Your twinkie,

Aggie

100th Comment!!

And the honor goes to….

ARMEDGEEK!!!

That’s certainly a good looking stranger. I wouldn’t mind getting inside that stranger’s .. uh, label.

He’s talking about liquor. Thank goodness 😉

Letter to a Stranger

People are interesting to me. I like to speculate on their stories based on what they are wearing, how they carry themselves, even as to the choices they make while grocery shopping. It comes from a background in anthropology, and reading Miss Marple novels. Consequently, it is difficult to pick just one stranger as the subject of my letter, since I have already made up their entire life in my head. So, I went in a different direction, again 😉

To a stranger,

I saw you as I walked through the aisles in a vain quest to find Amontillado. There you sat, surrounded by your siblings, the color of your outfit making you stand out among them like a bright spring leaf sprouting from the soil. My curiosity was piqued, wondering what you were like. Smooth, or bitter? Silky, or sharp? Do you play well with others, or tend to chill out on your own? Are you a party animal, or the type to sit quietly by the fire? Do you like to climb on the rocks? Are you a straight shooter? I hope to enjoy your company one day, and know that if ever we meet, you will make my life rosy and sweet, even if it’s just for the duration of your visit.

Cheers!!

Letter to a Dream

Today I write a letter to a dream.

Actual representation of my dreams after chocolate.

To my dream,

Every child had a friend like you. You were so cool and tempting, and gave people a goal to reach, in small ways and big. And you were the one thing EVERYONE had, no matter how rich or how poor. I thought there was no harm in our friendship because it was natural and healthy to develop it. But unlike other people, I didn’t let you grow. I kept you away in the back of my mind, like a toy on a shelf that I was afraid would break. And I was afraid, because I had seen so many dreams broken before. For a long time I forgot about you. I went on with my life, knowing you were always there, waiting for me to notice you again, until one day, when someone asked me what my life-long dream was.

I stood there in silence, and went to the shelf were you sat, wondering how dusty you were, and to my amazement, you looked happy, your frame shiny and the glass unbroken, the picture of a happy family in the frame untouched by rips or tears. And I realized that, though I had placed you on that shelf to remain untouched, you went ahead and lived in me, quietly so I wouldn’t notice. And as I look at my family, I see that you had been with me, growing and living and coming true. So, thank you for not giving up on me.

Sincerely,

your Id.

 

Two Letters in One Day

I skipped Saturday due to unforseen circumstances. I was supposed to write a letter to my parents yesterday, and one to my closest relative or sibling today, so I shall do both.

To Mom and Dad,

You never taught me to ride a bike, to rollerskate, to write, to read, to macrame, to sew, to iron, to drive, to put on make-up (you’re excused from a few, Dad), to style my hair, to care for myself.

You gave me the tools, and told me to figure it out. And for that, I am very grateful!

Love,

Your number one kid!!!

The next letter is hard, since I am close to all of my siblings, but if I have to pick one, it should be my brother.

To my brother,

I was seventeen years old when you came into the world. You were so adorable! You were barely a toddle when I left for college, but always loved it when I came home to visit, because that was our “special time”. We played games, and watched cartoons, and I rocked you to sleep, and it was bittersweet to come home every holiday and find you had grown taller and wiser, and no longer had time for your older sister. But you remembered, and even as a young boy of ten you made the effort to have time for me, and would include me in your adventures (FYI: never play ball next to the canal). I watched you grow into a young man, and come to me for advice, and felt like I was a second mom to you. And now you are almost 28, making your way in the world, and I still have issues offering you a beer. Thank you for giving me the chance to help you be the man you are today.

Love,

Your big sister 🙂

A Letter to My Crush

Well, this is easy. My obvious crush is Hubby. And since I wrote a letter to him yesterday, I guess I should make an ode to a different crush…

Oh, sweet childhood friend,

You were always so sweet to me. It was refreshing to meet you on Sundays, when my grandmother would treat us to a visit with you. The visits were short, but it was quality time to spend cooling our heels. Your bubbly personality always helped to soothe me on a hot tropical day. But above all, you brought color into my world. Gazing upon you was like gazing into a happy Sun. You brought happiness to my life, and I hope to see you once again, toasting to the joys of summer.

Your biggest fan 🙂

Sur La Table, Sithy Style

A friend of mine sent me this, and my first thought was, “You could toast your bread at the dinner table with this.”

All I need is Waterford crystal

I love the pattern on the plate, too. Very simple, and direct, and handy for those days when someone tries to pull a Jedi mind trick and hide their vegetables.

Creatively borrowed from SanyoSoup.

Hairy Situations

A few weeks ago I took my son to get his hair cut. This was not only momentous, but timely, since the awards assembly was coming up. It was important that he would be able to see where he was going when accepting his awards. As I was wating for him to be finished, another  hair stylist came in and asked if I needed to be seen. Disclosure: we were at Sports Clips. I smiled and said no, that I was waiting on my son. She smiled and said that if I needed to have my gray taken care of, she could recommend a salon for me.

I was not amused….

Approximation of gray, not of beauty. Scars not included.

I politely said thank you, and left it at that. But after a few weeks, it came to mind that some people are rather presumptive over women’s vanities. True, we get bombarded by Madison Avenue’s version of what a woman should look like and act like. Some advertisers are moving away from the “triathlon-gourmet-supermodel” template, like Dove™ and their Campaign for Real Beauty. And though I admit to dyeing my hair over a decade ago, I have to say, I do love my gray, and embrace it like spun silk, even though it tends to feel like wiry wool. I like to think of them as God’s Highlights, and I know for a fact I earned each and every single one 😉

Where’s My Aqua Net??

You would think hairspray is a staple in her dressing area.