So, I’ve been slacking over here when it comes to writing, I’m really just not passionate about it anymore, but I was trying to write with the letters theme that NaBloPoMo has going on right now.
One of the things that I’ve noticed is that some hits to my other site, RideToRemedy.com are coming from emails.
Being that it’s an email, I know nothing more than the fact that there was a link in a “letter” to my site. I always wonder, what’s being written, what’s being said, is it good, is it bad?
What’s in those emails…
Dear Dreams,
You’re incredibly strange, I’d say lately, but it’s not just lately, it’s all the time. Take last night for example, you had me stuck in an airport:
I had not a clue as to where I was, all I know is that I was stuck in an airport with every flight I was supposed to be on being cancelled. Every flight I rescheduled to be on was cancelled shortly after I paid. I saw Jim and Stephanie in line and I talked to them briefly. They even had a buffet in their line, so I got into line with them, but apparently you had to have a wrist band for southwest airlines on your wrist, mine was for northwest airlines. So I had to vacate the line.
I went to the Northwest Airlines booth and asked them the status of my flights, flight 615 from wherever I was to TN and flight 819 from TN to Albuquerque, NM. The flight to TN had been cancelled. I asked how I could schedule to get onto another flight and they said that just past gate 6G there was a computer station, but that we had to have our own computers. I pulled my MacBook out of my satchel and smiled. The lady pointed the direction.
I went to the computer station, a guy was packing up so I was going to take his spot as there was no one else in line. As I was plugging in my computer Ariel comes up to me and asks if she can do a quick search for gas prices in Santa Fe. I asked her why and she said she had to drive a load out of Santa Fe to San Antonio. So I raised my eyebrow and let her do her search. When she left I went about my search to find a way home, it dawned on me to ask her how she was getting back to Albuquerque, but only to late because when I turned around to ask her, she was already gone.
That’s where you left me, stuck in the airport in some unknown city unable to get back to Albuquerque.
Thanks for that,
Courtney
Continuing with letters…
Dear Markus,
Mayonnaise, that’s what you want to know about. Hilarious. *rolls eyes* Ok, here we go:
I’m not a mayo eater. I don’t like it at all unless it’s mixed with mustard on my meat sammiches. When I was little my sisters would eat peanut butter and mayo sammiches. Talk about disgusting. It still makes me sick just to think about it.
Another thing to note is that Miracle Whip is not Mayo. It’s sweet and disgusting and does not pass my very own personal quality control. I will not eat it.
I try to avoid mayo on sammiches that I get from restaurants and the such.
Why mayo? Why did you want me to talk about mayo?
Courtney
is getting very difficult.
I don’t have that many people to write letters to. In fact, tonight, I can’t think of anyone to write a letter to. Although if you were to give me pen and paper, I could probably sit down and write a letter in a heart beat.
Perhaps we could play a round of “Ask Courtney”. If you have a question that you want an answer to, feel free to send it to cbenefiel at gmail dot com (obviously not all written out like that, use common sense) and I’ll respond to your question.
Dear Readers,
I had a question submitted and so I’m going to answer it. A reader was freaked out by all the letters, they didn’t understand what was going on and that would make sense as I didn’t tell you what was going on here on Traveling Thoughts. So, the question was: “what’s with all the letters?”
Well, dear concerned reader, the letters have to do with this month’s themed nablopomo.
“For writers, this can mean letters to the editor, love letters, fan letters, ransom notes — I’m not encouraging illegal activity, but the list is endless.
For typography lovers, it’s a month full of fonts!
For photographers, it’s license to go out and shoot things both manmade and natural that resemble a member of our beloved alphabet.”
Here on Traveling Thoughts, I’ve decided to write letters. If you’d like a different take on letters, I’m going through the alphabet and writing about words that describe me and my life on RideToRemedy.com for each letter in the alphabet.
Courtney
Dear Body,
I know that I do a good job of regularly beating you up. But I’m unsure of why you seem to be in so much pain in the past couple of days. I don’t think that the ride in Nevada should have done this much damage but you insist on hurting. The right knee, my left hip, my right elbow. These are all places that I don’t usually have pain. Well, the right knee has been known to have problems with extreme changes in the weather (usually hot to cold), but my hip and elbow, come on now, what’s your problem?
Your aching owner.
Dear Mr. Sandman,
I’d appreciate it, if for as exhausted as I’ve been over the last month if you’d let me catch a full night’s z’s without having to wake up in the middle of the night or having dreams all night long (because I’ve noticed that when I wake up in the morning and I can remember all my dreams I feel more exhausted than when I went to bed the night before.)
Perhaps you could help me out just a little, let me get a nice peaceful nights rest, where I actually wake up in the morning feeling ready to go instead of feeling like I need a gallon of Kronik.
Thanks,
Courtney
Hi Kevin,
Everytime I take a road trip (which has happened a lot in the last year) I think of you when I get onto a 4 lane highway.
I think of when you took me to Farmington for the day to ride the atv’s and meet/play video games with your parents. I think about how I asked you why you were driving in the right hand lane with all the cars in front of you when there was no one in the left hand lane and how you explained to me that the left hand lane was only for passing.
Everytime I’m on the 4 lane highway, I’m always sure to drive in the right hand lane, and when I’m in the left hand lane doing my passing thing, that’s when you come to mind :)
Courtney
Jules,
I think this one is worth remembering:
Me: You have to share.
You: She can’t have that!
Michael: Why not? It’s low carb!
Hugs,
Courtney
