Letters

Dear Snow,
Enough already. We get it. You're really good at transforming from water into intricate patterns of delight and ice that fall from the sky. Blah, blah, blah. I can touch my toes and write a mean literary analysis essay. But I know when to say "when".

Dear Puppy,
Socks and slippers are not toys. Nor are my toes. And rugs are definitely off the play-time table. Also, your obsession with my unmentionables in the laundry basket is downright disgusting. Good thing you're stinkin' adorable. Stinkin'.

Dear Bestie,
Remember how you brought me my favorite kind of muffin home from the grocery store in the middle of a snow storm without me even asking? I always will because you are rad beyond measure and truly value my deep appreciation for pastries. This is one of the many things that has kept us friends for-evah.

Dear Audibles,
You complete me. Since joining I've "read" more books so far this school year than in all my past 6 years of teaching combined. I only regret not joining years ago.

Dear Music,
Sorry you've been neglected of late. Audiobooks have taken over the space you once filled.

Dear Readers of this Blog,
I am so very sorry for sucking. Please come back. Occasionally.

Dear Occasionally, 
Your correct spelling perpetually evades me. And I'm the kind of girl who knows how to correctly spell diarrhea, pneumonia, mnemonic, and definitely without assistance. What gives, occasion, occasionally, and occasional? What gives?

Dear Facebook,
Mostly, I find you painfully dull. But it is an obsessive sort of dull. You're like a bad boyfriend who gives me the occasional thrill and so I keep coming back for more. Only to be reminded how very dull the relationship is.

Dear Instagram,
I like you so much more than Facebook. Wanna grab lunch sometime?

Dear Primary Kids,
Thank you for making the first two hours of church fly by. You are funny and delightful. I also enjoy the many conversations about owies and favorite colors. Colors and owies are important stuff.

Dear Nap Time,
2 Legit 2 Quit. That's you. Through and through. Except when you come late in the afternoon thereby encouraging my night owl-ery. Legit not-so-much at 7 pm, nap time. 

Shine On

Listen to me, my friends:

I am not being paid. I have nothing to gain from this. I just want you to all know that I have experienced a miracle in the past month and I want you to experience that miracle as well.

Over the Christmas season, I got a "bonus" gift with one of my many orders for holiday presents. It was a little sample envelope of the Lemi Shine you see below. Honestly, at the time I thought: "thanks for the bonus gift, you cheapy cheap-faces with a cheap cherry on top." 

And then I slipped in the dishwasher. And all my wildest dreams came true. Our dishwasher at the new house (post to come) has been turning everything a scummy shade of hard water stain. Build-up and residue was making it impossible to even want to do dishes. But, OH, what joy it was to open the dishwasher after a cycle and find that, not only had the Lemi Shine not caused additional residue, it had completely eliminated the nastiness on our dishes for all time.

I am a fan. It is super cheap (roughly $3.50) and available at Wal-Mart. So, now you know. You're welcome.

Wisdom from John Green

Hi. My name's Betsy. I ruin rugs.

I got a puppy. Usually she is sweet and perfect. 

And then she bites something she shouldn't.

Poor, teething pup.

I adore her. 

Me, the indifferent animal person, is smitten with this little nugget.

(Yes, instagram has had its fill and then some of The Bets.)

I promise. A month of blogging.

I promise to blog every single day for the next month. That is my promise to myself. I'm hoping it will kick my blogging mojo back into existence. I'm hoping I'll remember why I like blogging instead of all the reasons I find it a nuisance or overwhelming or...one more thing to worry about...takes so much more time than twitter or fb...it's passe...nobody is reading. Who cares? I'm still blogging.

And so. Day 1. I vow to blog for the next 31 days. Every day between today and February 8th. 

Who is with me? Who misses seeing a little piece of themselves in word form out there for the taking?

Dear blogging, I'm back. I promise. From the girl who really does miss you.

The Boxer a la Mumford & Sons

Word.

 

"If I'm being honest.

This has all just been

one long love letter

I've been writing to you."