tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083425828672196252024-03-05T08:07:24.911-06:00We Must Be Sisters...letters from texas and iowa.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-10904969398477861192013-11-10T12:07:00.001-06:002013-11-10T12:07:59.031-06:00We meet again.Well hello, Lil Sis. It has been awhile. Let's pretend we haven't talked since the last post, which was like, seventeen years ago, and update each other on our lives, just so our readers can feel in the know. I have become a revered novelist, as well as an activist-y journalist who has singlehandedly brought about the end of a totalitarian regime AND swallowed an atom bomb before it explodedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-17336667956051932872011-04-23T21:01:00.000-05:002011-04-23T21:01:56.743-05:00Mmmm....foster babies...Dear Lil Sis,
We've GOT to start bloggying more often than monthly. Honestly, can't we each manage to write more than six times a year? C'mon, us! I'm sorry that (last month) you had that depressed day. Comes with the territory in our family, but it sucks nonetheless.
Speaking of suck, I had the worst grad semester known to man. For legal reasons I'm not going to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-81647703419810406882011-03-19T18:50:00.003-05:002011-03-19T19:01:09.424-05:00uuughDear Big Sis,I'm feeling shitty today, mildly depressed (I say mildly because although I feel really, really shitty, I have known real depression and this just doesn't compare.), and I don't want to do any of the 1,000 awesome things I could be doing on a Saturday afternoon. It's beautiful outside, and SXSW is going on right now, and instead I'm on my bed, journaling and blaghing and about to Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-78154019067625274672011-02-09T23:54:00.000-06:002011-02-09T23:54:55.847-06:00LL Cool SisHey Lil Sis,
Did you ever notice how utterly craptastically last millenium LL Cool J's name is? Ladies Love Cool James? Come on, now. Who calls himself "cool?" And if you gotta flaunt it, you probably don't have a very big penis. Not that I care. I'm a lesbian. And the ladies love me. Mostly 'cause I'm cool.
Also, I don't know if you want meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-51101023326550076892011-01-30T22:16:00.003-06:002011-01-30T22:36:55.314-06:00First day of work jitters...Dear Big Sis,I am lying in bed, and Chopper is doing her best to annoy the ever loving fuck out of me. Probably because I forgot to feed her dinner, but you know what? She can wait. Do you know what she did today, while I was in San Marcos visiting S? She snuck out of my room, walked down the hall to the laundry room, went inside, and took a big old poop on my CLEAN laundry in its basket. I Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-74264689566795564632010-11-27T20:18:00.000-06:002010-11-27T20:18:42.931-06:00You Can't Tie a Rope to a Meat HookDear Lil Sis,
Well, you are sitting next to me right now as I write this, your stinky feet way too close to my face. You and I are in Phoenix, Arizona, seeing each other for the first time since you moved away from Iowa last December, and we are visiting Dad, and his wife, S. There have been lots of inside jokes accumulating since we got here on Wednesday. It's been an Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-9529525682133346342010-11-01T01:26:00.002-05:002010-11-01T01:54:42.439-05:00Dear Big Sis,Wow. Has it really been more than a month since either of us has posted? A lot has happened for the two of us, I'm sure. I just can't seem to remember all that much of it. Truthfully, the last month has been relatively tumultuous. I can't seem to reach any stability, and I find that many of my relationships have become volatile. It's not a pleasant feeling. It makes me feel Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-25208243446015567202010-09-22T09:06:00.000-05:002010-09-22T09:06:30.085-05:00Why Can't People Be More Like Seahorses?Dear Lil Sis:
Ha. That date sounds pretty atrocious. But aren't bad dates rewarding in their own way? They give you fodder for good bloggyposts, for one thing. As for your previous post, I'm glad you painted your room, though you kind of became obsessed and it was funnay. And--I've said this before and I'll say it again--your walls need little brown seahorses. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-92029185695645524512010-09-19T01:00:00.005-05:002010-09-19T02:14:29.567-05:00Dear Big Sis,A letter within a letter, if you will.---------------------------------------------------------------Dear My Date From Last Tuesday,Thank you for buying my pasta dinner. It was delicious, and a revelation that I can get such yummy, healthy-ish Italian food 5 minutes from my house. I will surely be returning there on a regular basis to get more of it.But I won't be returning with Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-91794485720664431812010-09-12T18:38:00.002-05:002010-09-12T19:01:07.121-05:00Paaaaint!Dear Big Sis,So I just got out of the shower, my hair is still dripping, and I am sitting on the couch writing a blog post. Because you told me to. So I am.What should I really be doing right now? Probably getting dressed and moving furniture around my room, so I can finish painting the other two walls. Or applying for jobs. Or working on my finances. Or a million other things I have swept Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-87654658609910238542010-08-29T21:14:00.002-05:002010-08-29T21:14:27.335-05:00Remember Me?Dear Little Sis,
Where are you?
Love,
Big SisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-13622054023368125542010-08-13T23:21:00.000-05:002010-08-13T23:21:47.326-05:00Oh Yeah. Blog.Dear Little Sis,
Sorry I've been away for so long. My dogs gorged themselves on 85 caplets of my high-dose vitamin D, and were maaaaybe gonna survive. Well, they did, although 11 days later, one of them, Harry, is still in the ICU, because his potassium is way low, due to the diuretic they were giving him to flush the vitamin out of his system. It is so low he actually Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-84785274885701910102010-08-04T13:36:00.003-05:002010-08-04T13:50:46.803-05:00Please help! This is not an ad...my dogs are struggling for their lives in the veterinary hospital. Your payments will go securely to my paypal account so I can pay the vet and pay to save their lives. If you have any questions, contact me and I'll tell you how to get in touch with the veterinary clinic to validate what's going on. THANK YOU SO MUCH.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-21003188017909898212010-08-02T13:33:00.003-05:002010-08-02T13:49:08.573-05:00MEGA SIGH, yo.Dear Big Sis,LE SIGH, as they say. I got an email a few moments ago from DreamEmployer, telling me that I'm not right for the position, but they'd like to keep in touch. Oh, gee thanks. That is the second big rejection I've received this week. Yet, despite knowing that the two things I've felt so strongly about lately have fallen through, I feel really powerful. I feel more like "me", Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-9816561968944588432010-07-28T21:19:00.009-05:002010-07-28T22:54:12.369-05:00Pri-pri-privilege!Dear Big Sis,Thanks for sharing that clip. And for all those out there reading in Bloggyland, please note that I was the original finder of that clip. So yes, I am the cooler one of the two of us.You wrote a lot, and I'm kinda sleepy (staying up till 3am the previous night will do that to a person), so I cannot write too long a post. My first thought was in response to something you said, thatEmbemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-61861428572133000902010-07-25T11:16:00.003-05:002010-07-25T15:31:19.292-05:00Shark Eats PlaneDear Little Sis,
I didn't say I liked Taylor Swift. I just happen to drive a car that doesn't have a CD player so sometimes I have to play the radio just in order to stay awake. And except for La Roux, radio music totally sucks.
I really like that definition of privilege. I mean, for example, I think I mentioned my new data entry job at ACT in a previous post, and to me, the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-74667624491345716882010-07-21T12:34:00.017-05:002010-07-25T15:33:40.840-05:00I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes...
Well. I'm glad we got that out of the way.
Let me begin by saying that I'm actually offended you even know what a Taylor Swift tune should sound like. Offended, I say! (This coming from someone who regularly blasts Ace of Base out her car stereo while driving around town...One of these days I'm going to get a DWD ticket- Driving While Dancing.)
Onto real things. You wanted to Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-91993436284795794702010-07-20T17:16:00.000-05:002010-07-20T17:16:12.046-05:00It's ONNNNNN.Dear Little Sis:
Let me begin by saying, it's 1 am and I'm still awake (this is starting to sound like a Taylor Swift tune), and I have to be up early just in case my job calls to inform me that my background check finally came through and I'm cleared to start work. My data entry job. Woooot. So, let's talk about...the oil spill in the Gulf. No, just kidding. I haveUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-31141734363712602792010-07-20T00:25:00.005-05:002010-07-20T00:46:40.269-05:00If You Insist.Dear Big Sis,Ok, first of all. Photostream is not useless. How else are we going to post pictures of Chopper sitting up like some lumpy stack of furry pancakes, attempting in vain to lick her inner thigh? Or Lux, a white blur mid-pirouette? These will be INTRINSIC elements to this blog, if it is to survive.I must say, this post will not be long. I took my meds (psyllium husks, naturally.) (Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578769884404651449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308342582867219625.post-8339324601347654722010-07-17T16:27:00.001-05:002010-07-20T17:18:16.282-05:00Let's make a blog!Dear Little Sis:
Let's make a blog! We can fill it with a rainbow background and lots of useless gadgets, like a Photostream. We can write silly letters to each other about really, really, really important stuff. Like dogs with tongues that hang out or how there should be a ten-man march for Mullet Equality. We can keep in touch, even though we are no longer in the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0