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Dear Green Crocs:

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I blame the downfall of my wardrobe to about 90 lbs that I do not need and you. When I welcomed you into my life I had no idea that you and the comfort i find within your hypo-allergenic green foam would overall lower my standards for fashion. Before you, I would never leave the house in yoga pants and a clever fish shirt. Thats just not who I am. Don’t think that I have not forgotten about how, with your help, I went grocery shopping in the middle of the afternoon wearing a hoodie, a pair if pajama pants, and you.. in all of your chlorophyll stained glory on my feet. I bet people thought that I was homeless or perhaps insane. I could see how they would get that impression. Look here, I am trying to dress like a grown up and from now on, if I wear you, its because I am doing yard work or just going to the basement to get my laundry. Got it? I am sorry, but this is how it has to be.

I have put my foot down and you are not on it.

-size 9 that you know so well


Dear Afternoon Nap:

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Without you, I would be nothing. I omitted sleep from my life last night and everything that happened between 6:45a.m. this morning and 12:34p.m. when I surrendered to your charms feels like a distant memory. Or maybe like I was watching someone else do it. Someone else showered and drove to school. Someone else sat through the 4 hour joke that I know as Psychology class. Someone else picked up Subway for my lunch date with dad. Someone else noticed how rude the person behind the counter was. Someone else made sure to give her a satisfied scowl once the sandwiches were wrapped and bagged and well out of spitting range. Someone else told her to have a nice day, but thoroughly did not mean it. Someone else felt so lucky to have a dad that works from home that she can lunch with as often as she likes, knowing that not all girls are this lucky. Someone else noticed that unless dad is out on sales calls, he sometimes doesn’t comb his hair (one of the luxuries of working from home, i suppose). Someone else had to have experienced these things because I was catatonically tired. When I finally met up with you in the guest bedroom at my parent’s house, I don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow. All I know is that I, not someone else, got the best sleep that I have had in months between 12:34 and 4:29 p.m.

Muchos Gracias!


Dear Advent:

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I have chosen you to make my triumphant return to going to mass every weekend, like a good Catholic is supposed to, and like I haven’t been doing for months. I can honestly say that while I am still not sure about how I feel about the man made concepts, values, and teachings upheld by the Catholic church, I have missed making mass a part of my weekly routine. There is something so blissfully intoxicating about the ritual of a Catholic mass. Sitting in the pew or reciting the prayers with the rest of the congregation always makes me feel like I am “home again.” More and more, I crave that feeling. I am not sure what the future holds in store for my faith, but, this Advent I will join millions of Catholics around the world who are readying their hearts and homes for the arrival of the Christ Child. I hope and pray that when He humbly arrives in the manger four weeks from now, He will triumphantly returned to my heart and soul. I have missed Him.

in aching anticipation:

Bridget A. Miliacca

Dear Mum:

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Thanks for still treating me like a kid when I am sick. The way you put the sunggliest blanket on the couch for me to lay down with alongside the remote, a hot cup of tea, the kleenex box, and Bernard the cat just makes me want to snuggle in and sleep forever. That was exactly what I needed today. You even turned the ringer off on the phone upstairs when you and dad left to go shopping so it would not wake me up. I could live a million miles away and still want to make the journey home to have you take care of me when I am under the weather.

Thanks for being wonderful


Dear Ballman Family:

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You are, and shall remain in my thoughts and prayers. It is a very surreal experience to think that the little boy who used to dash through our kickball games to catch a football now lays dead at the hands of someone with no self control. I cannot fathom what it would be like to lose a son and his friend (who was just as dear to you) in a matter of moments on the night when we are supposed to be thankful for all of our blessings. Take a bit of solace in knowing that Tommy and Jeremy now both know what the kingdom of heaven holds in store. Its difficult to believe in the wake of something like this that God really does have a plan. Be thankful that you are such a close knit family and you have one another to lean on in this tragic time.

in awe of your strength and with deepest sympathy.

Bridget Miliacca

Dear Loved Ones of Every Variety:

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I am lucky to have you all in my life and I feel that I would be nothing without you. You give my life meaning and you color in all the gray. I know this kicks off the holiday season officially, which can be a stressful time, but this year I plan to desperately cling to this feeling of thankfulness that I feel in my heart. Holding it there may make the holidays a bit easier to bare. Maybe I can make it last all year. You can be appreciative all year round, but there is nothing like the thankful feeling that emerges in late November every year.

with a thankful heart,


To My Darling Manicure & Pedicure:

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There is nothing else in the whole wide world that makes me feel so pretty and girly as you. I treated myself to your splendor as a birthday present to me. I felt so luxurious casually paging through my most recent issue of BUST as grace worked her magic on my toes. I chose a color for my toes called “Smitten With Mittens” from the OPI Holiday Collection. It is a cheery red with vibrant shimmering red glitter throughout. I am “smitten” with this color and though it is November and getting cold, I would like to wear flip flops everywhere for the next three weeks to show it off. I literally cannot stop staring at my toes. For my fingernails, I chose a lovely autumnal color called “Brisbane Bronze” it should look really nice with my outfit for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I cannot think of a more perfect way to treat myself for taking one more trip around the sun.

– Lady B