Two Geeks & a Blog

Two friends (one a self-proclaimed geek, the other mislabled by her friends as a geek) write letters to each other. Because texting isn't adventuresome enough.

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Dear Kipper, I kinda miss this. Wishing for the good old days, Astilbe

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Dear Kipper,

This is what I’m going to tell my kids when they as “What did you do when you were my age?”

1 year old: Was adored

2 years old: Quit being the only child

3-4 y.o.: I have little to no memories of these ages.

5-14: Played with my siblings, started school, went through and grew out of rebellious stage

15: Went to Russia

16: Lost Father

17: Learned to drive

18: Worried about what would happen when Social Security ran out and I would have to support myself

19-21: Worked at Orthodontics office

22-23: College

24: Worked at Orthodontics office

25-27: Lived in Taiwan

28: Wondered when I’d meet your father

I forgot I was 27 until I wrote this. I’d been going around all week thinking I was 26 and would turn 27 this year. Then I was writing this and I was like “Wait... the math is wrong.” and I used a calculator to subtract my birth year from the current year and freaked myself out when I realized that essentially, I basically only have 2 years left before I’m 30. 

Your elderly friend,

Astilbe

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Dear Kipper,

I know you’re married now and busy and have a job and a life... But I’m busy too. I have a job. But anyway... I miss this blog. Come back, please?

Your friend,

Astilbe

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Dear Kipper,

This about sums up my life right now. I’m juggling so many projects that once I’m like “Ah! Finally completed that one and can mark it off the checklist!” it turns out that either I forgot a detail or something about it needs to be changed and it all comes crashing back into the mix again.

I’m swamped. Stressed. Overwhelmed. Hurting. Homesick. Anxious. Tense. Exhausted. Worn out. Worried. Scared. Unhappy. Distracted. Busy. Selfish. And a whole multitude of other things.

The lunch bell just rang and I promised my fourth graders I’d eat with them today. 

Wish I could have some alone time,

Astilbe

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We do have the tendency to bicker and try and "one up" each other...

Astilbe: *text picture of newly dyed hair*

Kipper: New hair color?

Astilbe: What are you talking about? My hair has always been that color.

Kipper: It looks different. Maybe you're back lit.

Astilbe: It is a new color.

Kipper: Hahaha! I knew your hair wasn't that red.

Astilbe: What do you think?

Kipper: Oh I am good, yeah, yeah!

Kipper: I like it. It's fun.

Astilbe: It's drastically different. Even if you weren't my best friend. You'd have to be blind not to notice.

Kipper: Wow. Thanks.

Kipper: lol. Probably looks more drastic in person.

Astilbe: Eh, maybe a little. It looks like carrots. I can now sympathize with Anne of Green Gables

Astlibe: The box said copper brown. Does this look copper brown to you?

Kipper: Yeah, actually.

Astilbe: No madam, it does not.

Kipper: Think of a penny.

Kipper: You asked my opinion! You can't tell me my opinion isn't correct. Because it is an opinion! If I say it looks copper brown, then by George, it does, in my opinion.

Astilbe: Swearing by pennies now? Tsk tsk

Kipper: George is a dollar

Astilbe: Oh yeah... or a quarter.

Kipper: I'm going with dollar.

Astilbe: And I just taught this last week! Tsk tsk.

Kipper: *sends dollar picture text*

Kipper: *sends Yen picture text*

Kipper: Look! Yen! Ah, ok then. I have to go to work, and you have to go look up the definition of opinion. So have a nice day, Carrots.

Astilbe: *sends Taiwan dollar picture text*

Astilbe: Look! Taiwanese dollars. I'm at work, so you go look up the definitions of obnoxious and manners. Have a nice day, Jerk.

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"Stay Mad"

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Dear Kipper,

This about sums it up.

I miss telling you everything.

People at home don't like how much I talk.

Missing you,

Astilbe

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Dear Astilbe, I'm all confused now that you are in America again. It's like I don't know how to contact you, though in reality I should use the same methods as now. Also I'm having an entire bowl of guacamole to myself and that is fantastic. Cheers, Kipper

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Dear Kipper,

It's been ages since I've heard from you. Do come out of your little world every once in awhile and send me a word or two of what's up.

Also, I've lately had the very strong urge to visit an aquarium.

I'm going to go paint my nails now.

ttyl,

Astilbe

P.S. - I recently was able to check off another thing from my bucket list! I took the train from Indianapolis to Chicago (don't ask why that was on my bucket list). But I slept almost the whole way, so I'm thinking about leaving it on there until I do it again sometime - if I ever do it again. I hope I do it again...

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Dear Kipper,

A postcard with no gif?

Seriously,

Astilbe

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Dear Astilbe, I was going to create a gif card for you, but the gif wouldn't work, so you get a postcard instead. Basically, I like hot chocolate. Specifically, I really like hot chocolate. Cheers, Kipper

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We went whale watching today. ~Kipper

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Cheers, Kipper

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Love,

Astilbe

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Astilbe (reading Airdale's FB status out loud): Turkish food. In Japan. I'm feeling all international.

Mary: Who said that?

Astilbe: Nathan ______ [omitting last name from internet post unless Kipper later decides it's ok to post]

Mary: Oh. Is he a SPECIAL friend?

Astilbe: Yep! He's the husband of my best friend.

Mary: Oh... That is special.

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Dear Kipper,

Today I'm feeling frustrated with life. Ok, so it's life and my team. Well, reallly it's mostly my team. Actually mostly one person on my team.

... Today I'm feeling frustrated with a person.

Frustratedly,

Astilbe

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I'm going to bed. It was lovely to talk to you. Lovelier still to be quoted. Have an enchanted day! I'll let you decide how that works.

Kipper (concluding our IMed conversation)

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Kipper: I know where you live.

Astilbe: No, you don't, actually

Kipper: Well, I know you are in Taiwan. So, if I wanted to drop an atomic bomb and miss you, I could. And that is saying something. I always feel compelled to say "hi NSA!" after saying something like that.