Thursday, July 14, 2011

Dear Pole

Dear Pole,

Do you remember me? Do you remember my old nissan? You probably still have paint on it where I hit you. And you probably recall, I hit my friend Rebecca's car about the same time I hit you. And after that I decided no more underground parking structure for me. It was a tad difficult to get in and out of there anyways.

The other day some friends and I were eating popsicles and they had jokes on the stick. Mine said, "Where do snowmen like to dance." The answer on the stick said at a snowball, but we came up with a better answer: The north pole.

And no, I do not have a pole in my bedroom, or the kitchen. Nor do I dance around the poles outside holding up the covered patio.

But yes, I could. It might be memorable for the neighbors, like when I had the pool in the backyard, or when I attempted to use a turkey fryer thing that took like 5 gallons of oil.

Anyways pole, you really should stay out of my way.


Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Dear Book,

Dear Book,

You had something profound in you that I liked. I am sharing it:

"I knew an old Illianer woman, once," she said slowly. "When she was young, her mother arranged a marriage for her with a man she had never even met. They do that down in Illian, sometimes. She said she spent the first five years raging against him, and the next five scheming to make his life miserable without his knowing who was to blame. It was only years later, she said, when he died, that she realized he really had been the love of her life."

"I don't see what that has to do with this."

Her look said he obviously was not trying to understand and her voice became overly patient. "Just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn't mean it has to be bad. Even if it's something you are sure you would never have chosen in a hundred years. 'Better ten days of love than years of regretting," she quoted.
Now book, I'm not saying that an arraged marriage is what I'm talking about here, it isn't. I just think sometimes in life we have the attitude that we didn't choose for ourselves and it is bad. It isn't. It's good to look around and see what amazing things God has blessed me with.

And now I'm sure some of you eyeballing my blog are wondering if the book is a smut novel. No it is not. You can buy it here on amazon. But you really should start with book 1.

Book, I really am glad you aren't a smut novel. I really don't care for them and I don't think they are healthy for the mind or body. And now that I'm partway through the series, I'd be mad if I had to give up and throw all of your series buddies in the trash along with you. And yes, I would do that.

There are plenty of books in the landfill compliments of me. Although, maybe I should get a firepit and burn them. They would be nice fuel and I do want a firepit.

And book, please do not keep me up late tonight. I am trying to go to bed earlier this week. Well, at least I was until I wrote your quote down and now it's getting late and I'm still awake.

Book, the least you could do is find me a nice attractive man to go with you.

Goodnight book,