First and foremost, I like getting mail period. It just makes my day whenever I get a letter with a stamp on it. So thanks to all the peeps who have taken or are taking the time to send something through your local post office. Awesome!
I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s worth repeating. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves to get a glossy card with only pictures of the kids. As if the parents don’t exist! What is going on people? Are you living your existence merely through your children? Get a life! I know that lives are changed drastically once you become a parent, but I’d hope that my whole life is not consumed by my progeny. There’s gotta be something more going on besides changing diapers, right? Let’s see your pretty adult faces! Again, I am not friends with your children. I am friends with you! You, the adult! Yeah, that person who’s been my friend for years. Where did you go?!
See, my logic is that people know what I look like and, frankly, I look the same. Except a little worse – a bit of remaining baby weight and bigger bags under my eyes. (OK, so I might look the same as when I knew you, given that that year saw me under the influence of TNDC – bloating, groggy-eye-making TNDC – but you get my point.) Calvin, on the other hand, changes constantly. He’s also more photogenic than I.
I accept your criticism, though, but I have to share mine – cards that have no personal writing on them whatsoever, not even a signature! I started sending cards out last week, and one friend told me that he’s received a bunch already, and ours is the first to have ANYTHING personal written on it.
michaela, i agree that’s even worse. it’s like, what’s the point of sending out mail when there is no update or thought put into it.
as for b-school, i gained a good 20 pounds over the course of 2 years. i think i got best attendance at TNDC. in fact, i went to one, stayed out late, completely apathetic about my dopey 8am interview the next day. shockingly, i nailed it and continue to work at the same company to this day! thank you TNDC!