Telegrams Rock -(Stop)-

I have this very cool friend, Ashley, that just gets me. She’s the kind of girl who peeks into your soul and takes a piece of your heart with her. Okay, that was a little bit dramatic but you know what I’m sayin’. She gets my stupid sense of humor and my love for random weirdness and there are just very, very few people in the world I have more fun with.

Ashley and I write each other hand-written letters all the time because we are awesome like that. Ashley taps hers out on an old vintage typewriter (named Watson, because it only makes sense to name your typewriter?) and I write mine on my very-special-occasion fancy pants stationery used only for the people I love best of all. Every letter from Ashley is a riot. I have thought about starting a place on this blog just to share her letters because they are just too funny and wonderful to keep all to myself.

ANYWAY

The other day I went to the mailbox and found a big yellow envelope with Telegram written across the top of it. I first squealed then ran to the house to open it up. When I opened it I found an old-fashioned looking note that read:

DEAR KARI  -(STOP)-  EPIC ADVENTURE AHEAD  -(STOP)-  POSSIBLE JAIL TIME  -(STOP)-  MOVING TO LAND OF VERY LARGE COWS  -(STOP)-  TEXAS  -(STOP)-  THEY FRY FOLKS DOWN THERE  -(STOP)-  BOSTON IN AUG  -(STOP)-  HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING ILLEGAL IN AGES  -(STOP)-  CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU  -(STOP)-  AM SECRETLY TERRIFIED OF SAID VERY LARGE COWS  -(STOP)-  LOVE ASHLEY B  -(STOP)-

After reading this, I danced around the kitchen for a solid five minutes squealing about how this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I get excited about real mail–but a freaking telegram on vintage paper in a big yellow envelope? Well kids, it doesn’t get any better than that.

Check the website out at Telegramstop to join in on the awesomeness. Or just be friends with someone really awesome who knows how to make you dance around the kitchen for five minutes.

23 thoughts on “Telegrams Rock -(Stop)-

  1. This is awesome, way to bring back then joy of receiving telegrams! This post is awesome and thanks for allowing your readers to share in the excitement. I think we should all dance around for five minutes, at the mere notion that someone can still send a telegram… Or in these days of iPhones and iPads even know what a telegram is!

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  2. How cool to receive a Telegram! I’m sure you two are most Awesome… how do I know… you named your typewriters!!! I know chicks like to name their cars… one of my wives named her Baby Blue Beatle, ‘Wolfgang’… an epic girlfriend in Chicago named her Yellow Compact Beater, ‘Woodstock’… But Typewriters… That’s Awesome! Actually, Awesome is having friends like you two.

    Just saw Chanel Hason’s avatar… have to go check out ‘photoscience’ now…

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  3. Thanks for the link-(Stop)- as usual great post-(stop)- thanks for a glimpse-(stop)- into a very special-(stop)-friendship.
    I, too, have a friend that I exchange letters with. She is part of my heart, totally understand. DAF

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  4. Because I have the great privilege of knowing and loving both you and Ashley this post has been all the more fun to read! What a blessing to have such a friendship, always treasure that because it is a very rare thing!

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  5. I used to work in a hotel that had a Telex machine. We had a particularly snooty, statuesque resident who would stop by occasionally and, with an arched eyebrow, ask (in an affected, highbrow accent) “Have I received any Telexes?” or “Are there any Telexes for Suite 1211?” Whenever she stopped by, I felt like I had wandered into a 1940s movie!

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