Dear Me

       Do you remember when people actually wrote letters beginning with “Dear so and so”?  It is an obsolete art form.  I mean think about it!   People shoot others instant messages on Face Book, send a text, or send an email.  

        Those messages never begin with dear.  It is more like   “hey!”, “hi!”, or the famous and ultimate greeting of those trying awful hard to be cool “Sup?”    Not even a “What’s up?”  But “Sup” with absolutely no punctuation whatsoever.   Every now and then you get a “Howdy” thrown in for good measure but no one and I mean no one says “Dear” anymore.  It simply isn’t done.  No one wants you to be a dear one.  They get right to the point and cut the shit.  The niceties are gone.  Even in some business letters we are greeted with “To Whom it May Concern”.  I personally don’t miss the handwritten “Dear so and so” letters. 

         I would much rather type it up.  I am too much of a perfectionist and found old fashioned letter writing traumatic.  I was always so OCD about how my handwriting LOOKED.  Was it messy?  Was it neat?  Did it look Okay?  Dear me…I am glad that business is a thing of the past!  

This month I am making December a little more joyful with NaBloPoMo!

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X is for X’s and O’s

     According to the Urban dictionary people have been signing their letters with X’s and O’s since around the turn of the century.  What could be better than sending hugs and kisses?  Think about it, how sweet is that?  Hallmark puts X’s and O’s on lots of their greeting cards intended to be given from the little kid sect.  After folks get a certain age the card company must figure people grow out of hugs and kisses and move on to something more meaningful and passionate.   Maybe it is because once you get a little older you are a little more adept at forming your alphabet and can manage something a little more intricate than a mere X and an O. 

      I don’t think anyone can truly grow out of hugs and kisses.  Everyone needs love and affection.  In my opinion, this world would be a much happier place if people gave X’s and O’s a little more freely.  It is the thought that counts, right? It is not like you are actually kissing everyone.  G0d only knows kissing just anything could result in a lip fungus that would never go away or cooties!

      In this computer driven age  X’s and O’s have been replaced with smiley faces and text messaging shortcuts.  As a text messaging computer driven society we LOL and LMAO instead of getting to touchy feely and X and Oing people.  It just isn’t done.  If you think about it, how many people do you really want to hug and kiss besides your significant other and your kids  once you get past the age of say 5?  I might be pretty giving in the hugs department, (HUGS), but I am not likely to pass out kisses to every Tom, Dick, and Harry.  Still it is a lovely thought!

         Signing that text with X’s and O’s just drips romance.  The next time I text my husband I just may give it a whirl!!  It would be the perfect way to send hugs and kisses over the miles.  It is certainly one that hasn’t crossed my mind before.  Even though I tend to gag at people that kiss the air at each other (kiss, kiss), the X’s and O’s thing is kind of sweet and innocent.  It screams LOVE and affection, and the more I think about it, the more I like it!!  Signing off with X’s and O’s because deep down, I am that kind of girl until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
 

Love Letters- BFF 166

      When I was in junior high school I had a huge crush on this one boy that I had seen from afar.  I was in 7th grade at the time and he was in 9th.  I didn’t even know his last name, only his first.  My friends and I would follow him around on my behalf.  I would try to be places I knew he would be just to catch a glimpse.  I am quite certain he didn’t know I was alive.


        For that reason I was shocked when I found a love letter from him in my locker one day.  The letter said all the things I wanted it to say.  I don’t remember the exact wording but the jest was that he felt the same way about me that I did about him.  I walked on cloud nine for days and even gathered enough guts to approach him.  He was friendly enough but it was pretty obvious he was clueless about what I was talking about.  My so-called best friends stood back and watched in a fit of giggles as I humiliated myself. 

        To make a long story short, he never wrote me the letters.  He didn’t really know me at all.  My so-called friends had written the letters and made up a last name to go with them.  They led me to believe the letters were from him and that he really liked me too.  Needless to say I lost two girlfriends out of that fiasco.  I was so completely embarrassed, hurt, and my heart filled with complete hatred for my supposed friends.  Ironically the guy took my side in the situation and I won his friendship out of the deal, but only his friendship, not his heart.

         I haven’t really gotten any love letters since.  In this day in age of emails and text messages love letters have become almost obsolete.  Who sits down today and takes pen to paper to pour out their hearts these days?  I was starting to feel a little down thinking I had little to contribute to the subject of love letters.  

         I woke up this morning, put on my glasses, and glanced at my cell phone noticing almost instantly that I had a text message from my husband.  “Going to bed, I love you and miss you all too.  I made it to Virginia.”  Instantly I felt all warm and cozy and explicitly happy inside.  There was my love letter!  If you count love text messages, I get those all the time.  I have never thought about them as being “love letters” but that is exactly what they are.  No I can’t douse it in perfume, tie it up in a satin bow, and keep it in a special place but the meaning is the same.  He loves me, he misses me, and he took the time to send me the message and tell me so! It is doubtful that years from now someone will find it and feel their heart warm from all the love and tenderness that exudes from that message.  Text messages don’t last that long. They are more expedient and quickly replaced by more text messages.  Phones are upgraded and those messages are lost forever.

       The best part of the whole thing is that even though my husband is far away, he still got his message across.  He wrote me a love letter.  He thought of me and that is all that matters until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.