Dear Little Old Man:

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Thank you for your kindness at the blood bank. More importantly, thank you for stuffing me full of chocolate chip cookies (even if they were from the store) and milk after they shoved a frickin' huge needle into a very sensitive place in my arm.

Apparently, most of the people at the Blood Bank do not care that I bruise easily, and refused to take blood from my left arm, even though I made it quite clear if the blood was taken from my right arm, I would have a permanent bruise and probably burst into tears.

Upon disappointing them in the tears department, they shoved the frickin' huge needle even deeper into my arm, which left me twitching in the chair for a solid ten minutes.

It was because of your love and cookies (would that be Cookie Love?) that I managed to escape without threatening to burn the building down.

Thanks ever so much little old man,


P.S. Little old men often like to hit on me, thanks for bypassing that option and just giving me another cookie.

P.S.S. I like cookies.

P.S.S.S. Allot.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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