Dear Motorcycle,
You are calling to me. Begging me to ride you. One day soon I will. If I'm gonna die eventually, I might as well do it in a grand way and enjoy myself. And that means that if you kill me, at least I'll die happy and with a big grin on my face.
You are so shiny and pretty, you call to me. You beg me to ride you off into the sunset.
Next year is going to be the year. I will learn to ride you and then I will get that pretty little endorsement on my license. You just wait motorcycle.
Your Covetous Friend,
Les
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Dear C
Dear C,
I heard you speak in sacrament meeting a few years ago. It left a lasting impression. I thought to myself, I want to marry a guy like that. I didn't even know anything about you. Whether or not you were single, in a relationship, divorced, basically, I didn't know anything. And then one day I discovered you were in my ward and learned a little more about you. Then you came and taught relief society. It wasn't even my idea, but you wowed me.
Do you know I wanted to get to know you after that? It took me like 3 or 4 months to even get the nerve to talk to you outside of asking you calling related stuff. I know I seem all that confident, but trust me, it was about the most I've ever been out of my comfort zone to drop something off at your house. I think it took about a week for me to talk myself into it.
Then, I thought, maybe you were the slightest bit interested. But then you didn't call, or really do much of anything. Did I do something? Did you discover all my deep dark secrets that really aren't deep and dark or all that secret? Or are you so overwhelmed with life that I'd just be another distraction? You know, I'd be a good distraction.
You know this probably sounds retarded coming from me, but I really feel clueless when it comes to guys. The only ones I dated all crashed and burned pretty good. Let's be honest, I've learned to never give a guy my garage code, or my visa unless he's married to me.
And call me crazy, but all I want in a guy is someone like you. You aren't flashy. You don't feel the need to drive a fancy car or to wear trendy clothes, and you are frugal. I can hold a decent conversation with you and I find myself so attracted to you. I see you and my heart does this little happy skip.
Maybe I put you on a pedestal. I see you and I think, wow. You motivate me to be a better person. I want to be the girl you see potential in. I want to be the girl you think is amazing. I want to be the girl who speaks in church and you look at her and think "I want to marry a girl like that".
I hope someday you see me. Not just in a dress at church, but I hope you really see me. I could totally rock your world if you gave me a chance.
Your Admirer,
Les
I heard you speak in sacrament meeting a few years ago. It left a lasting impression. I thought to myself, I want to marry a guy like that. I didn't even know anything about you. Whether or not you were single, in a relationship, divorced, basically, I didn't know anything. And then one day I discovered you were in my ward and learned a little more about you. Then you came and taught relief society. It wasn't even my idea, but you wowed me.
Do you know I wanted to get to know you after that? It took me like 3 or 4 months to even get the nerve to talk to you outside of asking you calling related stuff. I know I seem all that confident, but trust me, it was about the most I've ever been out of my comfort zone to drop something off at your house. I think it took about a week for me to talk myself into it.
Then, I thought, maybe you were the slightest bit interested. But then you didn't call, or really do much of anything. Did I do something? Did you discover all my deep dark secrets that really aren't deep and dark or all that secret? Or are you so overwhelmed with life that I'd just be another distraction? You know, I'd be a good distraction.
You know this probably sounds retarded coming from me, but I really feel clueless when it comes to guys. The only ones I dated all crashed and burned pretty good. Let's be honest, I've learned to never give a guy my garage code, or my visa unless he's married to me.
And call me crazy, but all I want in a guy is someone like you. You aren't flashy. You don't feel the need to drive a fancy car or to wear trendy clothes, and you are frugal. I can hold a decent conversation with you and I find myself so attracted to you. I see you and my heart does this little happy skip.
Maybe I put you on a pedestal. I see you and I think, wow. You motivate me to be a better person. I want to be the girl you see potential in. I want to be the girl you think is amazing. I want to be the girl who speaks in church and you look at her and think "I want to marry a girl like that".
I hope someday you see me. Not just in a dress at church, but I hope you really see me. I could totally rock your world if you gave me a chance.
Your Admirer,
Les
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Dear Family
Dear Family,
I am so blessed to have you all. Tonight I've been reflecting on how blessed I am. Recently, I had a demonic stomach flu that left me puking and laying on the bathroom floor for hours. Mom came and brought me medicine and Christine came and took care of me for a few hours. How wonderful they were.
It sucked laying there and hoping the sick would end enough that I could lay in my bed or somewhere that wasn't tile, but having wonderful family drop whatever they were doing to care for me made me realize how loved I am. Thanks for that.
And Ang, what a brilliant sewer you are. You fixed what I attempted and probably made worse when I ripped my dress. And way better too. I used a needle and markers. Mine didn't turn out so well. Markers really aren't the best idea to color thread.
And Ben. You were so worried about me having a garage code that let certain people into my house that you came over in the morning and brought a ladder and helped me change it. It's nice to know you care enough to help me.
Dad raises cows and then shares the meat with us. The meat is way better and way cheaper than what stores have. And in the summer he shares his garden full of produce and his orchard full of fruit. He works so hard and he taught me the value of work. Despite his knees being in so much pain, he keeps going and doesn't give up.
And Jen so far away, yet we talk almost daily. And you fix my hair. When I told you the girl made it really blonde, you said not to worry, you'd put some brown back in. And I know you will. You are such a good sister. So considerate. You send us presents for our birthday. And I should send you more than I do.
And Becca. My sweet Becca is always so kind. I know she always will share or help me if she can. And she makes my nails pretty knowing that I'll probably mess them up in an hour because I love french manicures. And the same goes with pretty painted toes. She knows they won't last but does them anyways because it makes me happy.
Bridget calls me and we can talk about the runs we want to do together even if we don't always get them done. And we can laugh over the airheaded things we both do. And she is fun to just sit around and talk to. Thanksgiving was fun with her.
Carrie is a hardworking woman who never ceases to amaze me with all she does. She graduated with a nursing degree while raising 9 kids. Thats a lot to take on. And she works. She worked graveyards for a while and then took care of the kids on top of everything else. And eating at her house is way better than a restaurant. The Leone family can cook. It's too bad they don't live next door because I'd eat dinner at their house every night.
Family, thank you for who you are. For all you do. For being there when I'm sick, for being there when I'm sad, for being there to share in my joyous and triumphant moments. For cheering me on at the Half Ironman finish and getting me to the finish line. For supporting me in so many ways. I love you all and I am so glad you are a part of my life.
Love,
Les
I am so blessed to have you all. Tonight I've been reflecting on how blessed I am. Recently, I had a demonic stomach flu that left me puking and laying on the bathroom floor for hours. Mom came and brought me medicine and Christine came and took care of me for a few hours. How wonderful they were.
It sucked laying there and hoping the sick would end enough that I could lay in my bed or somewhere that wasn't tile, but having wonderful family drop whatever they were doing to care for me made me realize how loved I am. Thanks for that.
And Ang, what a brilliant sewer you are. You fixed what I attempted and probably made worse when I ripped my dress. And way better too. I used a needle and markers. Mine didn't turn out so well. Markers really aren't the best idea to color thread.
And Ben. You were so worried about me having a garage code that let certain people into my house that you came over in the morning and brought a ladder and helped me change it. It's nice to know you care enough to help me.
Dad raises cows and then shares the meat with us. The meat is way better and way cheaper than what stores have. And in the summer he shares his garden full of produce and his orchard full of fruit. He works so hard and he taught me the value of work. Despite his knees being in so much pain, he keeps going and doesn't give up.
And Jen so far away, yet we talk almost daily. And you fix my hair. When I told you the girl made it really blonde, you said not to worry, you'd put some brown back in. And I know you will. You are such a good sister. So considerate. You send us presents for our birthday. And I should send you more than I do.
And Becca. My sweet Becca is always so kind. I know she always will share or help me if she can. And she makes my nails pretty knowing that I'll probably mess them up in an hour because I love french manicures. And the same goes with pretty painted toes. She knows they won't last but does them anyways because it makes me happy.
Bridget calls me and we can talk about the runs we want to do together even if we don't always get them done. And we can laugh over the airheaded things we both do. And she is fun to just sit around and talk to. Thanksgiving was fun with her.
Carrie is a hardworking woman who never ceases to amaze me with all she does. She graduated with a nursing degree while raising 9 kids. Thats a lot to take on. And she works. She worked graveyards for a while and then took care of the kids on top of everything else. And eating at her house is way better than a restaurant. The Leone family can cook. It's too bad they don't live next door because I'd eat dinner at their house every night.
Family, thank you for who you are. For all you do. For being there when I'm sick, for being there when I'm sad, for being there to share in my joyous and triumphant moments. For cheering me on at the Half Ironman finish and getting me to the finish line. For supporting me in so many ways. I love you all and I am so glad you are a part of my life.
Love,
Les
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Dear Santa Les,
Dear Santa Les,
This year I've decided to be super selfish and ask for many things. I know you exists Santa Les, so here's what I want:
1. A certain guy to stop hitting on me
2. Tomatoes. I miss being able to pick fresh ones and the attempt to plant one in a planter and bring it in the house for winter failed miserably.
3. Can I please get a date with a guy with the following qualities: A short term memory, not covered entirely in tattoos, a real job that makes more than $7 an hour, is not secretly gay, has motivation, wants kids (yes plural, more than one), works hard, doesn't have a porn addiction, doesn't tell me my chest is too small, actually goes to church and has a temple recommend, and who is intelligent enough to hold a decent conversations with me. I know thats asking a lot considering the blind dates I've been set up on in the past, but all men don't belong on the Island of Unwanted Toys. Surely there are some regular decent ones.
4. Can the date turn into a love slave? I'd really like my driveway shoveled by someone else when it snows and I'm about to break down and buy a snowblower. It might save me $500.
5. Mmmm, italian salad and maybe some stromboli. Can you tell it's dinnertime? I think Santa Les might have to make some.
6. Permission to throw away ugly little Christmas decorations people give me. I know I'm not decorative, but why should I hang up something horrendous when I can trash it and be perfectly content.
7. A fireplace in my bedroom. I've come to realize that I love my fireplace. Can I move my bedroom into the family room and put my bed next to the fireplace?
8. Is it too much to ask for a motorcycle? They are really shiny and pretty.
9. Do they make break-proof food processors? I've ruined about of those things in the past year. I don't want to buy a new one if I'm just going to break it again.
10. And finally, can I please please please please please please please put a hot tub in my kitchen? I don't really use the table and it would be way more fun to have hot tub parties indoors where it's warm.
Love your really really well behaved present coveter,
Les
This year I've decided to be super selfish and ask for many things. I know you exists Santa Les, so here's what I want:
1. A certain guy to stop hitting on me
2. Tomatoes. I miss being able to pick fresh ones and the attempt to plant one in a planter and bring it in the house for winter failed miserably.
3. Can I please get a date with a guy with the following qualities: A short term memory, not covered entirely in tattoos, a real job that makes more than $7 an hour, is not secretly gay, has motivation, wants kids (yes plural, more than one), works hard, doesn't have a porn addiction, doesn't tell me my chest is too small, actually goes to church and has a temple recommend, and who is intelligent enough to hold a decent conversations with me. I know thats asking a lot considering the blind dates I've been set up on in the past, but all men don't belong on the Island of Unwanted Toys. Surely there are some regular decent ones.
4. Can the date turn into a love slave? I'd really like my driveway shoveled by someone else when it snows and I'm about to break down and buy a snowblower. It might save me $500.
5. Mmmm, italian salad and maybe some stromboli. Can you tell it's dinnertime? I think Santa Les might have to make some.
6. Permission to throw away ugly little Christmas decorations people give me. I know I'm not decorative, but why should I hang up something horrendous when I can trash it and be perfectly content.
7. A fireplace in my bedroom. I've come to realize that I love my fireplace. Can I move my bedroom into the family room and put my bed next to the fireplace?
8. Is it too much to ask for a motorcycle? They are really shiny and pretty.
9. Do they make break-proof food processors? I've ruined about of those things in the past year. I don't want to buy a new one if I'm just going to break it again.
10. And finally, can I please please please please please please please put a hot tub in my kitchen? I don't really use the table and it would be way more fun to have hot tub parties indoors where it's warm.
Love your really really well behaved present coveter,
Les
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