Welcome, Rememberers of the Time and totally not-creepy onlookers! This is the time of year when I look forward to checking my mailbox each day because there’s something fun about opening it up and seeing hand-addressed Christmas cards and packages, so this week for RTT, the mail is our theme. Have at it!
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In the spirit of holiday mayhem, I wanted to give you all a little heads up about the coming weeks. As Kelly and I value our sanity and plan on making sweet love to eggnog and gingerbread the week of Christmas (DON’T JUDGE, YO.), we will be taking a break from RTT for the week of Dec. 22nd. That means that next week (Dec. 15-21) will effectively be Christmas week for RTT. And what better way to celebrate the holidays than to have an awkward party!
In lieu of posts, please send us your old holiday pictures by this Sunday, Dec. 15th at midnight EST. Here’s the kind of thing we’re looking for:
Kelly and I will lay them all out nice in a Very Merry RTT Holiday Post with links back to your site. And the more the merrier! Even if you have never participated in RTT before, we still would love for you to send us your pictures, because that’s the kind of gracious hostesses that we are. Just make sure they have an element of nostalgia to them.
Please send your picture and a link to your blog to thewaitingblog at gmail dot com or to The Waiting’s Facebook page.
Now, onto the mail.
It’s easy to get nostalgic about that little box at the front of your house. (That’s what she said? Am I doing it right?) It wasn’t that long ago that it was more than a little depository for coupons I’ll never use and bills for things I really don’t want to still be paying for. Student loans, for instance. I have been out of school for so long that it is kind of a slap in the face that I am still paying for math classes that I took in 2002 and novels whose plots have now been replaced in my mind with the lyrics to Gangnam Style.
But even today, when I approach our mailbox with C and peer inside to see what the magical mail fairies have sent me, I still have a lingering glimmer of excitement left over from when I was a kid and watching the mail for something specifically for me.
Since my last few RTT posts have been on the heavier side and I do not want to break the cycle of Very Serious Posts, today I thought I would talk a little about some of the things I regularly got in the mail when I was a kid. Obviously, nothing in the world has more gravity than the correspondence of tween girls. This is my poor attempt at sarcasm, and that fact that I just felt the need to explain that likely means I should take a nap. hfjhgjdhgjkhgjdsk
Things You Would Have Found Addressed to Twelve-Year-Old Me
(A Highly Serious List)
1. Letters From My Pen Pal
I had a pen pal named Julie when I was a kid. The budding blogger in me really liked the idea of writing about my life to a total stranger, so I signed up to be paired with another girl through an ad in a Christian girl’s magazine someone gave me. Julie lived in Florida and 90% of our letters were about how jealous I was that she lived in a state where Sea Worlds were on every corner and what it was like to be personal friends with dolphins.
Sometimes I think about looking Julie up on Facebook, but that would probably make me the most creeptastic person on the planet. I feel icky enough looking up former boyfriends.
2. Seventeen Magazine
I had a subscription to Seventeen from the time I was in sixth grade until I was probably about fifteen, and every month I loved going to the mailbox to get the latest issue. I would read it cover-to-cover multiple times because the Internet didn’t really exist back then and we had to find ways to keep ourselves entertained that didn’t involve learning or being physically active. It was a hard challenge but I was up to it. I loved Seventeen but I refuse to read it now because I fear that 90% of its articles will speak in text jargon and that I will be admonished for not YOLOing enough.
3. The Get Him System
In the back of Seventeen, there were lots of ads for things that don’t exist in real life such as cellulite reducers (what teenager has cellulite?) and fat camps where the attendees actually appear to have a good time. There was also an ad for this book called The Get Him System, and it promised that if you mailed in $15 to some PO box in Minnesota, you would get a book that would teach you how to finally get a boyfriend. And, I assume, some self-esteem too. I mailed in my cash that I wrapped in a piece of paper and what seemed like nine years later, the book finally came. It felt so long because I was ashamed to have ordered it, so I never told anyone and had to check the mail every day to make sure that my parents weren’t onto my plan to Get Him.
The day the book came, I raced up to my room and started reading it like it was porn. I didn’t get a boyfriend thanks to The Get Him System, but I did get a solid, fairly clinical explanation of oral sex that didn’t include barfy personal accounts of any of my friends’ older siblings, so it wasn’t a total loss, I guess.
So now you know what was in my mailbox when I was twelve. Go forth and be edified by this truly wonderful writing I have just gifted you with.
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