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Yea!

Mood:
Nostalgic.

Don’t you love getting mail? Don’t you wish we all sent each other more letters? I do. That’s yet another one of my New Year’s resolutions. Back in the age of snail mail, which is up for debate as to when it ended–my guess is around 1994-98, I used to write letters. To friends from basketball camp, to grade school pen pals, to my aunts, uncles, and grandparents (Dear Grams, How are you? I am fine.) I owned stationary. I knew cursive. Proper cursive. I wrote real, heart-felt letters.

I’ve got a jump start on this resolution: my college friend Emily and I have begun exchange weekly correspondence with the help of the USPS. Isn’t that great! It was kickstarted after Lucas and I visited Emily and her husband Marcin in Boulder. We agree to be penpals— I even sent the first TWO letters. Go me. I love getting the letters from Emily. Emily, by the way, is awesome, and I mean that literally, as awesome is truly defined, but that is a blog post for another day.

Go off on a tangent lately? Guilty. Back to what started the whole mail boo-hoo: got home and there was mail! Two Christmas cards and a gift I had ordered for one of my sisters. Yea!

Yuck:
Tiger Woods, you are disgusting. And by the way, golf sucks. And by the way, you are NOT the greatest athlete in the world just because you make the most money! P.S. Happy Holidays.

Food:
Snack: Chunks of bread dipped in olive oil
Dinner: Quibebe. Quibebe is a dish from Argentina, Lucas’s homeland. Quibebe is best eaten in the winter, because it’s filling and hot. It’s one of my favorite comfort foods. In a nutshell, its pureed pumpkin, corn, mozarella cheese, yellow onions, green onions, and seasonings (crushed red pepper, cayenne pepper, salt, pepper). If you’d like to try it, please contact me for the recipe.

Green heart:
I work in a study abroad office. This afternoon, I started issuing students electronic receipts instead of paper receipts. I used to do it half and half, letting the students choose. Choices are nice, but not always necessary—now, it’s my way or the highway. No, not really. If they want a paper receipt, I’m happy to oblige. : )

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