• by  • February 26, 2010 • 1 Comment

    There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley “Red” Smith

    Dear Grandma

    by  • February 26, 2010 • 2 Comments

    It’s been a long time since you died and I’m becoming what some would say “up in years”. I just wanted you to know that I regret a lot of things about our relationship.

    I’m so sorry that I never appreciated you more. You did so much for me and I simply took it all for granted. I don’t know if I felt like it was just something you “should have done” because you could afford it or that I was shallow enough to think I deserved it. But everything was a gift to me and I never properly thanked you. And I never properly apologized to you.

    I’m sorry, grandma. I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time time getting to know who you were. We were arm’s length and I believe that’s because I never asked any questions. It’s almost as if I boxed our relationship into what I thought it was supposed to be and never delved deeper into what it could have been. I’m sorry I didn’t know about your hopes and your dreams. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you about love and boys and the first time you fell in love. I wish I had those answers now.

    I’m so sorry from the bottom of my heart that you gave me money for my college education and I never graduated. I couldn’t bear the thought of telling you the truth. I had used the money to take care of myself but I didn’t take care of my education. I still have dreams that I go back to school and finish. I wish I would have…for you and me. I want you to know I never cashed your graduation check. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it. It felt so dirty.

    I’m so sorry, grandma. I’m sorry that I was a coward and couldn’t face up to you. I’m sorry that I hid from my responsiblity and in turn, hid from you. I wish I could have given you more and sang with you more.

    You were the closest grandparent I had and I wasted a lot of time with bullshit. If there is an afterlife, I hope to see you again and clear the air. I want to sing your old carols and ask you all the questions I want answered. And mainly I just want to tell you how very special you were to me.

    I love you. I miss you. I hope to see you again.

    for the love of God….

    by  • February 26, 2010 • 0 Comments

    I’ve got nothing against Koreans and I’ve got nothing against Korean food but when Koreans arrive here in Seattle after the 12 hour flight from Seoul is it necessary to bring gramma’s homemade Kim-chee with you? Couldn’t you just ship it UPS and let them deal with the smell?

    WHY WHY WHY?!?!?

    by  • February 26, 2010 • 2 Comments

    I don’t get it…WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME SO?!?!? I don’t WANT to learn today!!! I don’t WANT to be here!!! I’M SICK!!! I would MUCh rather be in bed…asleep…but NOOOOOO!!!

    You make me go to you and learn things!!!


    You’re Such An Ass!

    by  • February 26, 2010 • 2 Comments

    Dear Farmville,
    You stole my wife from me, and I know you don’t even feel bad about it! Every evening, she’s with you. When she’s not with you, she’s talking about you. She cares more about a ‘Lost Lonely Bull’ that she does about her lost lonely husband. You sir, have won the blue ribbon for being an ass!