Hey all,
I've gotten three - count 'em, THREE! - care packages since coming to Germany. That's awesome! First came the one from Mom with much needed electronics cables and good-smelling favorite t-shirts and gloves. Then came the one from Marcy and company with books, CDs, DVDs, Mad-Libs, and (don't ask why) underwear. This box of goodies has been eating up a lot of my free time lately, as I tend to devour media as soon as I get it. And last, but certainly not least, I got a lovely Christmas care package from Dad, Rachael, and the gang with a card, a paint-it-yourself nutcracker, smelly-good incense, and thermal underhosen for keeping warm. I was so happy to get all of the care packages, but I'ma talk about this last one since it was the most recent.
So, the package came on Wednesday. After I opened it I immediately started playing with the stuff inside. I put up my card from Madeline, put on my thermals, and sat down to paint me a nutcracker. The thermals are awesome, btw - I've got a long shirt, pants, and really thick socks. They're so freakin warm that I can wear them like pajamas. Am, in fact, wearing them like pajamas. As we speak - er, as I write - I'm sitting at the kitchen table, listening to SomaFM and blogging it up in my thermal p.j.'s. I look kind of like a mountain climber at base camp, but I feel good. So, I painted my nutcracker's hat red and lit my incense and had myself a merry little Christmas. And then, not one day later, I get a card in the mail from the fam. It's our Thanksgiving picture! Usually, the pic includes all of us who are there at Thanksgiving and I was kind of sad because I thought I wouldn't be in it this year. But, lo, what was in this Thanksgiving photo but a screenshot of me on a laptop with the rest of the family! I was a part of the family! A disembodied head on a computer part of the family. :-)
Aaanywho, the gifts are all wonderful and I wanted to thank yous guys for sending them. The clothes are being worn, the books read, the CDs listened to, the false eyelashed worn, and the nutcrackers painted. Pics will follow. Thanks guys! Getting things from you makes me feel like you're all here with me, lame as that sounds. But even more clingy, it lets me know that I'm not forgotten, which (as it turns out) is a big fear of mine. Thanks again, lovelies. Merry Pre-Christmas!
I've gotten three - count 'em, THREE! - care packages since coming to Germany. That's awesome! First came the one from Mom with much needed electronics cables and good-smelling favorite t-shirts and gloves. Then came the one from Marcy and company with books, CDs, DVDs, Mad-Libs, and (don't ask why) underwear. This box of goodies has been eating up a lot of my free time lately, as I tend to devour media as soon as I get it. And last, but certainly not least, I got a lovely Christmas care package from Dad, Rachael, and the gang with a card, a paint-it-yourself nutcracker, smelly-good incense, and thermal underhosen for keeping warm. I was so happy to get all of the care packages, but I'ma talk about this last one since it was the most recent.
So, the package came on Wednesday. After I opened it I immediately started playing with the stuff inside. I put up my card from Madeline, put on my thermals, and sat down to paint me a nutcracker. The thermals are awesome, btw - I've got a long shirt, pants, and really thick socks. They're so freakin warm that I can wear them like pajamas. Am, in fact, wearing them like pajamas. As we speak - er, as I write - I'm sitting at the kitchen table, listening to SomaFM and blogging it up in my thermal p.j.'s. I look kind of like a mountain climber at base camp, but I feel good. So, I painted my nutcracker's hat red and lit my incense and had myself a merry little Christmas. And then, not one day later, I get a card in the mail from the fam. It's our Thanksgiving picture! Usually, the pic includes all of us who are there at Thanksgiving and I was kind of sad because I thought I wouldn't be in it this year. But, lo, what was in this Thanksgiving photo but a screenshot of me on a laptop with the rest of the family! I was a part of the family! A disembodied head on a computer part of the family. :-)
Aaanywho, the gifts are all wonderful and I wanted to thank yous guys for sending them. The clothes are being worn, the books read, the CDs listened to, the false eyelashed worn, and the nutcrackers painted. Pics will follow. Thanks guys! Getting things from you makes me feel like you're all here with me, lame as that sounds. But even more clingy, it lets me know that I'm not forgotten, which (as it turns out) is a big fear of mine. Thanks again, lovelies. Merry Pre-Christmas!
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As far as skill can go in Monopoly, you can't beat luck. Just like poker. But if you're as good as you say you are then you should be beating him more in the long run. Or if you just can't stand losing like myself, work on manipulating him and the other weak players into accepting trades and deals that benefit them short-term, but give you a sizeable advantage long-term.
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