Petite billet doux (little love notes)

Dear Africa,

I wish I could come visit. Why do you have to be so dangerous?


Dear allergies,

I'm grateful for what I've been gifted in life, but allergic to the yellow fever vaccine... Really?


Dear San Diego,

I finally feel like myself again. I have you to thank for that.


Dear Little Italy,

I like your little neighborhood. I mean, MY little neighborhood.


Dear new job,

I like that I made my own hours, my bosses appreciate me, my salary is perfect, that I basically have the run of the town, and my accounts love me already. Plus, being able to walk to work is a HUGE bonus.


Dear Mama,

I miss hanging out with you and talking forever into the night. I am so grateful that I was able to spend 4 weeks with you. I wish you were here to see my new place, but I know that when you come visit, you'll absolutely love it!


Dear Dad,

I miss you. I'm sorry that my move wasn't planned better. There's no time like the present and there's no point in waiting it out. I'm happy here, but I miss you a whole awful lot.


Dear little sister,

Sorry I couldn't explain it better or wait any longer. I hope that one day you'll understand the why's and how's of it all... And in the meantime, just know that I miss my best friend and really wish I could drive across the bridge to see you right now.


Dear Allisen,

I miss hanging out and wish, now more than ever, that I'd spent more time coming to visit. I hope you'll visit me soon.(and maybe stay?)

Dear Michelle,

I am so glad that we've come back into eachothers lives. I forgot how much I missed you and I'm so grateful to you for needing me as much as I need you right now.



Dear blog friends,

I don't have Internet yet, but I promise to update more and catch up on what I've missed as soon as I do.


xx Carrie



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petite billet doux (part deux)

Ok.. so I know that I just did this same format a couple of days ago, but I've had a rough day, and I'm hoping that writing it out will make me feel better.

dear fox news channel,

your so-called 'news' is slanderous & a disgrace to real journalists.  change your name immediately.  maybe the 'fox opinion channel?'

dear media-in-general,

your stories are ridiculous.  I am so tired of talk about tiger woods' & john edwards' affairs.  1-they should have known better than to cheat on their wives; 2 - what does this have to do with sports or politics because let's face it, it's not the first one & it's certainly not the last one.  3 - if this is all the news you could muster up in the world, you suck as a journalist in general.

dear grandma opal,

please please please listen to your daughter and don't try to get up by yourself.  I cannot imagine how frustrating this must be after 88 years to have to rely on someone else for everything, but you must understand that this is for your own good.

dear hospital clerical staff,

please do not spend 20 minutes collecting a patient history if your coworkers are not going to bother to look at it.

dear emergency room doctor,

don't uncover the wound that my mom & I so carefully covered and walk away to get her x-rays done with the damn wound open bleeding all over the place.

dear nurse(if you even are that),

I could dress a wound better than you did today.  As a matter of fact, a five year old girl scout might have done a better job.

dear supervisor of said nurse,

don't walk into the room as I stand up and start to flip my lid on your 'assistant' for her incompetence in applying a dressing (and almost applying neosporin - which the patient is allergic to) and not know how often the dressing needs to be changed or how long until the x-ray films come back.

dear mama,

I don't know how you manage to stay so sane handling everything that you do.  you single-handedly take care of your ailing (and aging and stubborn) mother.  I cannot begin to tell you how strong and caring and supportive that you are and express my deepest & most sincere gratitude for being my mom.  You are such an inspiration for me.  You have always been there for me to talk to whenever I needed advice.  If it's any indication just how easy to talk to you (and caring & supportive), most of my friends have (at one time or another) come to you for advice.  thank you for always being there. and thank you for being so wonderful & so patient.

ok.. yep, I feel better.  thanks for listening!

petite billet doux (little love notes)

{i've seen a bunch of bloggers using these little notes lately and i've got some of my own that need to be written...}

dear winter,

i hate you for ruining my travel plans for Monday.  ok, i'm exaggerating.  i dislike you strongly.  you're lucky that the upside to this is that i get to spend more time with mom & grandma.

dear amtrak,

i wish you wouldn't cancel trains just because of the weather.  is the south really that incapable of dealing with snow?  seriously?  get it together already.

dear north carolina,

a state of emergency?  is this really necessary?  come on already.  invest in a plow or a shovel and get over yourself.

dear bookswap,

i was so looking forward to receiving my book this week, but alas, i must wait due to old man winter being so crotchety.

dear statesboro,

i really only like you because mom & grandma live here.  you are too far from my old friends in hinesville to be likeable in any way.

dear mama,

i think it's really sweet that you cut out all of the sudoku games from the paper for me.  also, please stop doing the snow dance.  i love you and everything, but i do need to get back to ny.  you're the best.

dear people that bought my grandma's old house,

i was excited to drive by the old house on olive street and see that the place hasn't changed much.  thank you for keeping the pot-bellied stove mailbox, gazebo, fence & seesaw that dad built, & the pool the same.  i was disappointed that you've removed the tree that held our treehouse.  and just in case grandma gets to see the house again, i strongly suggest that you keep up with the lawnscape.  if an eighty year old woman can do it by herself, i think the two of you with your family should really be able to step up your game..

dear doppelganger of snookie,

this is georgia, not the jersey shore.  a six-inch poof is ridiculous.  especially with your bleach blonde hair.

dear g-i,

it's sweet that you think i'm pretty and want to talk to me.  it's flattering, really.  please try to understand why i don't want to hear about your soon-to-be-ex-wife or your six kids.  please get the hint a little earlier next time, but thank you for backing off (a little) after i told you my dad is an airborne ranger & retired first sergeant.

dear sweet man that saved me from said g-i,

i've never laughed so hard in my life.  my face hurts from smiling.  i like that you only asked once to dance with me, you just assumed that i would everytime after that.  i'm glad i did.

dear self,

stop being such a sucker for guys that make you laugh and ask you to dance.  seriously.  stop it.