Snail Mail

In this digital age in which we find ourselves, where you can shoot someone a quick - and INSTANT - text message, tweet (I will never), Facebook message, or email -- even before you contemplate actually picking up the phone to call and talk to them -- I find that I still LOVE love love to write letters.  Real letters.  Hand written snail mail - need to put an actual STAMP on it - mail!  And that there are a fair few others out there who share my love of real post.

Birthday Cards.
Christmas Cards.
Postcards.
Penpal Letters.
Cheer up notes.
Congratulations on ... notes.
I'm thinking of you cards.
I love you memo's.
Invites.
Etc...

I love receiving a thank you, even if it is in a digital format, from someone when they receive a letter from me ... and it has touched them.  I do believe that it is the little things in life.  And snail mail, I think it makes people feel special and loved ... and since they are, why not show it!

It's not a hard stretch to realize that I LOVE to receive mail too!

I love "real" mail so much that a few years ago I created a postcard birthday party for myself, asking those I knew to send me one for my Birthday.  In return, I would send them a postcard within the coming year.  Such fun!

Within the last year I have received letters from my niece (she's 6 years old).  Awesome!

Additionally, I have one or two friends with whom I "pen pal" ... though we've all been slacking on that as of late ... so I think I'll go write to one of them now, probably my friend in New Zealand, yup ... later gator.

Random Rant

WHY?????

Why, regardless of how "amazing" their bodies are, do grown-ass women feel the need to wear onsies (most commonly singers) on stage?  Onsies ... garments meant for babies!  Beyond that, they're garments meant as lingerie, swimsuits or outfits for ballerinas and gymnasts (or if you lived in the late 80's and early 90's "leotard's" worn WITH PANTS in place of a shirt that snap in the crotch) ... I mean, really ... what's that about?

I don't consider myself a prude at all, however I do have a modicum of self respect, and feel rather certain that even if I had a body that I was "never" unhappy with, and even if I was a mega-star singer raking in the millions (with fans who already adored me, with my clothes ON), that I WOULD NOT EVER WEAR A ONSIE AS A COSTUME IN MY SHOW!

I just DON'T get it!

Ok.  Random rant over.  Ta.

Optimism.

How I wish I saw everyday!

Chickens really can fly.

Awesome!

So the other day, Sunday the 8th of September to be exact, I actually SAW a chicken fly ... right across the road ... directly in front of the car I was in - we almost had a super fresh chicken dinner.

Kind of hilarious to see, a chicken, flying.  But you know what?  It totally made me laugh and pretty much made my day!

Looked a little like this - though this is not my picture - and the chicken I saw was much closer to the ground.

Crazy Plant Lady

I live in a decent sized, one bedroom, apartment that has a lot of windows.  Woo hoo to the sunshine!!!  This makes me particularly happy because it means I can have plants - even if I don't have a yard - and they won't die from lack of sunlight.  Only, I am beginning to "fear" that I'm becoming the crazy plant lady.  I suppose that this is better than the crazy cat lady right, RIGHT?!?!  (Well, at least in my mind it is.)

At any rate, right now I have 20 thriving plants and another baby spider plant rooting in a glass of water on my windowsill.  Twenty plants.  In an apartment.  Does that make me crazy?  

Or is that I'm crazy because I can't stop buying - wanting - more plants?!  ;o)

Also, um, some of my plants are kinda crazy ... 

Have you ever seen a geranium leaf as big as an adults hand?

Meet my ridiculous pepper plant ... plentiful in foliage ... NOT plentiful in peppers.
So much foliage I've cut it back more than once.
Not even 1 pepper.
Sigh...

That is all, for the moment. 

Hey look, a post!

Life, she can be pretty darn random, eh?! Pretty great too. Pretty interesting. Pretty ... pretty. Pretty crappy - at times. Pretty amazing. Pretty frustrating. Pretty unique. Pretty creative. Pretty colorful. Pretty individual ... etc. And so, here is a place for me to record some of those things and stuff and whatnot...regardless of how random (their randomocity) they are.

So I shall

Comment on...
Vent about...
Create...
Contemplate...
Question...
Ask...
Inform...
Admire...
Ruminate...
Discover...
Learn...
Challenge...
Etc...

things in life.

[One thing you should know, I adore making up words ... or smooshing words together to make "new" words ... or whateves!]