Thursday, January 6, 2011

Alabama, Arkansas, I Do Love My Ma And Pa

Letter #2

Dear Parents,

Sorry about the times I've called you by your first names because I knew you didn't like it. Just had to get that off my chest. I just wanted to thank you for teaching me to do the laundry. Over and over again. Even though I didn't listen the first 15 or so times. Thanks for continuing to do my laundry when I didn't know how (because I wouldn't let you teach me, so that I would never have to do it). But most of all, thanks for finally sending me an email with pictures and ridiculous amounts of detail so that I couldn't ever say I didn't know how, or that our washing machine was really confusing. Because Now I love to do laundry. I'm doing laundry right now.

Also, thanks for responding to my ridiculous notes that I leave about how I'm certain our house is haunted, or that there are mysterious noises coming from the dishwasher or that I think the air-freshener dispenser thing is spewing toxins. You're the best. I love you.

Your second daughter,

----Not related to my parents or a letter at all----

Sometimes I have a thought and I mold it into some sort of powerful statement or even an understated stance on something, but almost all of the time it's something that might offend some people. So I always try and change it to be more politically correct. And usually by the end of that, it's not what I wanted to say at all. But I'm just terrified to offend anyone. I feel like anything you say in this technological world will stick with you way past when you want it to. It can be used against you. I don't ever want to regret something I say. But sometimes, I really just want to say whatever I want, just to get people to think. And not even just that, but to see if maybe someone else out there thinks the same thing. Who knows.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Finally doing that "Letter-a-Day" thing.

Letter #2

Dear Crush,

I'm not really sure that I like you. But that's not the point. This letter is to my crush. And my favorite thing about crushes is that they don't have to mean anything. They're just fun.

So anyways, I just wanted you to know that I admire you. The fact that you aren't just doing what everyone else is doing is really awesome. I love that you love God and aren't afraid to show it. I like your haircut, and I usually hate when boys get haircuts, so that's saying something. I like that you're kind of nerdy, but still confident with who you are. I like that you laugh at what I say but not when it's not funny. I like that when I use some ridiculous new phrase or word, you tell me that you don't know what it means instead of just pretending that you do to look cool. I like that you're friends with my friends. I like that you're tallish and cute.

Thanks for being a good guy. I usually only crush on guys that are bad for me, but you being a good guy makes my friends happy. And when they're happy, I'm happy. You make me happy. I don't expect anything to come out of having a crush on you, but I think this may be a new start for me. Thanks for being you.

Stephanie, Carrie's friend.