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| I'm home. so far, I've painted a pair of shoes, gone to a high school football game, cut out denim to make a CD case for my car, hung out with people that I love and miss, taught myself to make cheesecake, fallen in love with the new Ben Folds CD, and gone thrifting (among many other things).
last night I went to sleep & my t shirt smelled like bonfire & cream cheese. & it was good.
tonight I had a homecooked meal. & I'm going to streak my hair purple, spend more time with people I love, and make jewelry out of lightbulbs and silverware.
fall break? pretty much my new favorite.
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| Dear World Wide Web,
It's been awhile. I just figure that if I'm going to be one of those self-supported mommy bloggers when I grow up (and I am), I should probably type something from time to time, right? Right.
What's new with me, you ask? Well, let's do this list style. Because lately, what with packing and boxing and buying, I am all about the lists.
a) I'm moving to threehoursaway to start college in a few weeks, so that's new. Also the reason for the aforementioned packing and boxing and etc. I'm mostly just stoked that there's a planeterium! that you can get into! for two dollars! I also signed up for a six-fifty a.m. beginning running class. We'll see.
b) Coffee shops are amazing & I really miss my barista job. I've always been a multitasker, but making coffee and new friends at the same time? Yeah, it was pretty stellar. I mean, don't get me wrong-- food service is high stress and at times it's the worst thing in the world... but, really-- there are few things better than just being happy & doing your best & making people's days visably better as a result. I know most people see waitresses & baristas as unintelligent wage slaves, but I've done a lot of things & been a lot of places (for an eighteen year old), & few times have I felt like I was making the world a better place more than I did when I worked coffee. =)
c) I decided that-- as fun as this whole bob phase has been --I think I want long hair when I grow up.
As a final note, my dear World Wide Web, writing this letter to you reminded me of a story about you. Well, not really you as much as... an awkward misunderstanding one of us humaniods had regarding you. You see, I recently obligingly accompanied my dad to a homeowners association meeting. Because, really, what's the point of going to one of those if you can't bring date? Actually, that's not why we go-- we go because every year, without fail, something deliciously amusing happens (one year it was a heated discussion on the association's basketball goal policy; you get the picture.) and this particular meeting did not disappoint.
The leader of the home association took the floor to explain to the members about the associations new webpage. (As you can imagine, we were all listening with bated breath. I mean, this would enable us to receive up to the minute updates on the basketball controversy!) He asked us if we were ready to take down the address. We were. He clears his throat. "Well, it's the letter H, lowercase... the letter T, lowercase... another letter T, lowercase...the letter P, lowercase. Now this is where it gets tricky. There's a colon... then a backslash... you know, the little line that goes thisaway :motions appropriately: ...then another backslash... I dunno why there's two of them..." And on. it. went. For several minutes. I'm so sorry, WWW. I know you get stuff like that all the time & it's gotta be rough.
All of my backslashes are belong to you,
Ruth Ann
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| Dear Xanga,
I think you should not delete my site.
Ok? Ok.
Ruth Ann
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| this week has been: fresh baked bread. lots of loose change (thank you,
tippers). coffee-stained clothes. late night sonic. learning to play
Wii. green apple snow cones. meeting new people. giving jr. high girls
(& a senior adult!) manicures. coloring with sidewalk chalk. early
mornings. cough syrup. driving & driving & driving. thrifting a
pair of super spy glasses! making friends with my planner. no time for
TV. catching up with old friends. happy surprises. phone calls.
discovering suduko. mona lisas & mad hatters. running. studying.
falling in love with my job. teaching debate class. laughing really,
really hard. not washing my jeans. trying to pick out a new hairstyle.
fully (& finally) living.
in the morning sometimes
I'll write down something from the bible on a little piece of lined
paper to put in my pocket for the day. and yesterday morning, it was
something from Galations: "but what happens when we live God's way? He
brings gifts into our lives, much the same way fruit appears in an
orchard-- things like affection for others, exuberance about life,
serenity."
(it's funny how you find you enjoy your life when you're happy to be alive.) | | |
| Dear Junior High Kids,
I love you. Really, I do. You're cool and fun and adoring and excited about life. But manohman, do you wear me out. Seriously... after a day of talking to you and playing on huge inflatable obstacle courses with you... I'm kinda ready for bed.
Actively yours,
Ruth Ann
p.s. To the little girl who said she wanted to be like me when she grew up: you totally made every bit of exhaustion more than worth it.
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Dear Jim Halpert,
I miss you. I want to see you. And Pam. JIMANDPAM. Plus your entire supporting cast... which has to be one of the best supporting casts I've seen on any TV show.
Come back soon. September 27th is good for me.
Ruth Ann
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Dear Gutemala,
I'm ready to see you. I've seen Honduras before, but not you. Yay mission trips.
Hoping my Spanish is about ten times better than I remember it being,
Ruth Ann
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Dear Sewing Machine,
I'm very happy you came into my life after graduation. I think... I'm in love. I mean, you make... functional things! And super cool noises! I think I'm a little closer to understanding men who really like power tools.
Let's spend more time together... soon,
Ruth Ann
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Dear McAlisters,
STOP PUTTING RAISINS IN PERFECTLY GOOD CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES.
Yeah, that's about it.
Ruth Ann
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Dear Xanga,
We've had a long and fruitful relationship. And, well... it's not you. It's me. You see, I've grown and matured these past months. And I feel like you're not willing to adapt to the new me. I know, I know... that sounds like a cop out. You see, there's someone else. His name is Facebook and he is not only cute... but he's witty, flexible and willing to really work at our relationship. And I think it's time for you and I to move to a less serious, more... open relationship.
I hope we can still be friends,
Ruth Ann
p.s. I promise I'll still call from time to time.
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