It's that time of year again... When you were just getting used to writing '2008' instead of '2007,' they go and change it to 2009 before you can say anything...
I participated in the Art Pen Pal project over at C. Beth's, it was quite fun to make a card (I love making cards, I'm just too lazy to make more than one or two at a time, so this is the opportunity without the guilt!) then send it off to someone I don't know. Yay for new people and snail mail! (I also love sending and receiving [actual] mail, it is quite exciting to find an envelope in the mailbox.)
Although, you know, with my luck, my poor pen pal won't get that letter until, say, March or April. I tend to have bad luck with the Postal Service. Maybe I was a dog in a past life and ran after postmen? That must be it. It runs in the family, though, so maybe not. Here's a little sampler of mail anecdotes:
-My sister once sent a letter to my grandparents, and it took six months to get there. The reason? She forgot to write 'France' in the address. Plus, my grandparents live in a small, unknown town with a weird name, so it wasn't even recognizable as French (I'm sure that if they had lived in Paris, it wouldn't have taken as long. Even while going through Paris, Texas.) But she was only six at the time, so I guess we can forgive her.
-My Dear Godmother sent us a Christmas package, and we received it in May. The marrons glacés were a bit on the green and fuzzy side, and the chocolates had been stolen by the customs officers because they had firecrackers inside, but otherwise it was a very welcome arrival.
-My friend sent me a letter this summer while I was staying at my grandparents' house (the same pair, but a different house, in an even more obscure town, which in fact was not a town but a hamlet). She had the hamlet name straight, the zip code, and even the country, but since the hamlet has no city government (it has no public buildings, the baker comes by once a week in his truck), it is considered a part of the "Communauté de communes" affiliated with the closest small town. And that's the part she forgot. Also, the hamlet name is fairly common, albeit with various suffixes (-les-Bains, -les-Mines, -les-Vieilles, -les-Sapins) as well as by itself. The letter came back to her a month ago, she handed it to me in-between classes.
I know, I've told you a couple of these stories already, but now that there's actually a reason for posting them, well, here they are.
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I would like to mention in passing my deepest hatred of leafblowers, because they make your bones buzz all the way to your skull, and even the magical, Hero-like scene they can create is not enough to offset m-m-my h-h-hands s-s-sh-shuddering f-for t-t-the r-rest of-f-f t-the d-d-d-day (Make that the end of the y-y-year, how cruel is that?)
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I wish I had any resolutions to make for New Year's besides "you had better get an A in Ochem this semester, kiddo" and "that paper on benthic sedimental bacteria ain't gonna publish itself, y'know?"
Honestly, though, I like the way I've progressed as a person in the past year, and I think that if I can keep going in a general that-way direction, that would be just dandy. (I was going to put a clip from POTC 2 with Jack saying that, but it turns out all YouTube has is Sparrabeth film fanfic. *Sigh*)
Anyway, me darlin's, I wish you all a wonderful New Year and my best wishes full of luck and, er, something deep and thoughtful.
I participated in the Art Pen Pal project over at C. Beth's, it was quite fun to make a card (I love making cards, I'm just too lazy to make more than one or two at a time, so this is the opportunity without the guilt!) then send it off to someone I don't know. Yay for new people and snail mail! (I also love sending and receiving [actual] mail, it is quite exciting to find an envelope in the mailbox.)
Although, you know, with my luck, my poor pen pal won't get that letter until, say, March or April. I tend to have bad luck with the Postal Service. Maybe I was a dog in a past life and ran after postmen? That must be it. It runs in the family, though, so maybe not. Here's a little sampler of mail anecdotes:
-My sister once sent a letter to my grandparents, and it took six months to get there. The reason? She forgot to write 'France' in the address. Plus, my grandparents live in a small, unknown town with a weird name, so it wasn't even recognizable as French (I'm sure that if they had lived in Paris, it wouldn't have taken as long. Even while going through Paris, Texas.) But she was only six at the time, so I guess we can forgive her.
-My Dear Godmother sent us a Christmas package, and we received it in May. The marrons glacés were a bit on the green and fuzzy side, and the chocolates had been stolen by the customs officers because they had firecrackers inside, but otherwise it was a very welcome arrival.
-My friend sent me a letter this summer while I was staying at my grandparents' house (the same pair, but a different house, in an even more obscure town, which in fact was not a town but a hamlet). She had the hamlet name straight, the zip code, and even the country, but since the hamlet has no city government (it has no public buildings, the baker comes by once a week in his truck), it is considered a part of the "Communauté de communes" affiliated with the closest small town. And that's the part she forgot. Also, the hamlet name is fairly common, albeit with various suffixes (-les-Bains, -les-Mines, -les-Vieilles, -les-Sapins) as well as by itself. The letter came back to her a month ago, she handed it to me in-between classes.
I know, I've told you a couple of these stories already, but now that there's actually a reason for posting them, well, here they are.
***
I would like to mention in passing my deepest hatred of leafblowers, because they make your bones buzz all the way to your skull, and even the magical, Hero-like scene they can create is not enough to offset m-m-my h-h-hands s-s-sh-shuddering f-for t-t-the r-rest of-f-f t-the d-d-d-day (Make that the end of the y-y-year, how cruel is that?)
***
I wish I had any resolutions to make for New Year's besides "you had better get an A in Ochem this semester, kiddo" and "that paper on benthic sedimental bacteria ain't gonna publish itself, y'know?"
Honestly, though, I like the way I've progressed as a person in the past year, and I think that if I can keep going in a general that-way direction, that would be just dandy. (I was going to put a clip from POTC 2 with Jack saying that, but it turns out all YouTube has is Sparrabeth film fanfic. *Sigh*)
Anyway, me darlin's, I wish you all a wonderful New Year and my best wishes full of luck and, er, something deep and thoughtful.
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