Letter to me...

Tonight, while babysitting the space station, I will follow this example: http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-letters-to-our-younger-selves/
And write a letter to myself at half my age.

Dear 12 year old space cadet,

Man, being 12 sure is rotten, huh? Mom cooks dinner, mom does the laundry, and thanks to Cheryl you have no idea what it is like to clean a bathroom. Plus you get to go to a black tie party every weekend, and the only thing you have to do to earn it is to show up at temple Saturday morning. A few years from now you will actually voluntarily go to temple, just to go. Yeah, I don't really believe it either.

I know you are too busy freaking out about your own Bat Mitzvah, because it sure looks scary up there, what with the public speaking and all, and we know you can't sing. Well, get this: you don't sound so bad, your speech makes Daddy tear up, and you make alot of money that you will use in 12 years to buy a house. Plus you get to wear the best dress ever, and dance til you drop.

I know you think you are an outcast, that you don't have alot of friends... but the important thing is that you have good ones. Ali, she really is gonna be your best friend forever. And I know that you are wishing for boobs because you think then the boys will finally notice you... well you never get big boobs but you will finally have boys notice. And this is something you should know now and start believing, although it won't make sense for a couple years... He is not the only boy who will ever love you. Nor the one after that, nor the one after that. Just by virtue of the fact that I listed three, that would seem to indicate any of them is not the only one... don't be so hard on yourself, because you are actually awesome.

And you will have your dream job. No, sorry, aren't an astronaut yet. But you will get the job you never knew you were actually made for. And you will kick ass. So don't worry. Just have fun with your best friend, and try to relax a little.

Love and hugs,
24, and still a space cadet.

Last one...

There must be 5. http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-the-5-non-negotiables/?obref=obinsite
So here it is...

5. Jumps right on the crazy train. Ok I know I'm insane. I know I act like a child, geek out over Disney World, watch ridiculous television, etc. I know it, you will know it by the time you date me for 10 minutes. But if you wanna stick around much longer, you will eventually have to throw caution and dignity to the wind and hop on that crazy train. Dan finally did it, by buying us Vinylmations in Disney world. And then by following my lead when I called them "the babies." And when you finally do hop on the crazy train, I know you're a keeper. I can't be insane all by myself forever, because thats just boring.

Non-negotiables

Another week, another blog from the midnight shift. Tonight, to entertain my sleepy self, I was poking around the internet when I happened on this article...
http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-10-common-non-negotiables/

Which got me thinking about my own non-negotiables...

1. Overt Displays of Affection. I like it when a boy gets a little ridiculous over me... telling me he I'm pretty, squeezing my butt randomly, holding my hand, sending me text messages 'just because.' Things like that. I could never be happy with a quiet, stoic type who just expects me to know he likes me. I wanna hear it. I don't mean gross PDA like making out in the grocery store, I just want to be part of a nauseatingly adorable couple.

2. Wants a couple babies. I could never be with someone who wanted no kids, just as I could never be with someone who wanted 10 kids. I want a nice low number... like 2, maybe 3. It's my duty to stave off Idiocracy as long as possible by procreating a little bit, which brings us to...

3. Brains. So maybe I haven't always been so good at this one, but I think what sealed the deal on this one is when Eduardo said to me "He made you dumber!" Eduardo, who has always thought a bit too much of my intelligence... if he noticed, it must be true. So from now on, smart boys only. Lets add 'Likes to read' in this same category. I don't care what, I don't care if they're romance trash with Fabio on the cover, or super boring biographies... read something, its how you stay smart and sharp once you're done with formal learning.

4. Sex. That's right, Alifaya, I said SEX. I will pause here while you get over the shock. (Mom, cover your eyes when you read this!) I know you can't have the sex life you had when you were 24 forever, that things are cyclic and you can't be in that honeymoon stage forever, but I would like a boy who a) likes to have sex and b) is good at it.

And that's really all I can think of. Plus its time for handover, which means almost time for me to go home.