7-30-09

Dear Emma,

















Love,
Stephen

7-28-09

Dear Emma,

I can show you the world.
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?
I can open your eyes.
Take you wonder by wonder.
Over, sideways and under on a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no, or where to go,
Or say we're only dreaming.

Love,
Stephen

7-27-09

Dear Emma,
I just got back from whitewater on Sunday, and it was phenomenal. I wish you could have been there to enjoy some of the crazy adventures that happened. Bat Fest was a success; we actually killed one. Snack Fest was insanely great. The Sasquatch made an appearance, night rafting was really fun (we had over 30 people on 1 raft this time), Doc Rock received many visits including one at night. There was a sweet boogie board river wave that we got to ride, I climbed up a mountain, one of the guides almost gave me a heart attack (not on the river), and we almost got beat up in Happy Camp. All in all, a great trip. Now I know you wouldn't have been able to be there anyway, due to the fact that we are in different mid-groups, but nevermind the logistics and understand my sentiment.

Love,
Stephen

7-19-09

Dear Emma,

I am using someone's iPhone to post this right now, and I am confused. Technology scares me, and I fear robots or terrorists or robot terrorists will soon attack, and iPhones will be their inlet into total rule. Think about it.
"Need an apartment? There's an app for that."
"Need a recipe to impress your girlfriend? There's an app for that."
"Need a channel for world domination? There's an app for that."

I'm worried.

Love,
Stephen

7-17-09

Dear Emma,

White Water is in two days. I believe jealousy is in order.

Ha,
Stephen

7-14-09

Dear Emma,

I just had a popsicle: "What is the difference between a baker and an actor?"

One has rolls and one has roles.

Comedy.

Love,
Stephen

7-12-09

Dear Emma,
It is always a pleasure to discover gravity exists. While at work, I decided that I was manly enough to get a 42" LCD TV from the top of the steel rafters in the back (about 15 feet in the air). By the way, in case you were wondering, I am manly enough, but other things interfered, clearly not my fault Anyways, as I began lowering it to the ground I discovered this is not working out, and I begin to lose my grip on the television. Not wanting to damage such an expensive piece of equipment I position my body underneath the TV, which is about the time the TV decided to want to fall onto the ground, crushing my pitiful, yet manly, body under its weight. Yay, gravity!

Love,
Stephen

7-9-09

Dear Em,

I ate five Reese's Pieces today, and I think I might throw up.

Note To Self: You still don't like Reese's Pieces. Don't forget again.

Sorry, you had to be there for me lecturing myself, but now I feel I have some accountability.

Love,
Stephen

7-8-09

Dear Emma,

I asked someone if they wanted a chicken sandwich the other day, and they said, "No, I don't eat meat." I believe the definition of meat is getting more and more generalized, and the true meaning is being lost.
Here is meat defined:
"The edible flesh of animals, especially that of mammals as opposed to that of fish or poultry."
Last I checked, chicken was a poultry. (?) Take that chicken-denying loser!
I thought you would enjoy this defense of food.

Love,
Stephen

7-5-09

Dear Emma,

I read in the paper that a jogger was attacked by a buzzard, leading me to contemplate adequate yet effective anti-buzzard measures. So far all I have is punching it if it gets too close....with a big rock.

Love,
Stephen

7-02-09

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Dear Emma,

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This is a song for you.

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I hope you are not sick.

Am G
Perhaps with the swine flu? (It's contagious!)

Am7 C F
Amsterdam is pretty swell

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Or it is so I hear.

Am7 C F
Is it really beautiful

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This time of the year?

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I hope so...

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Love,

C
Stephen