Dear Whoever…, #55

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Dear Whoever Has Been Anticipating My Dec./January & 2011/2012 Contest,                             Decemeber 28th, 2011

          I apologize to the readers of my blog because I’ve been letting my blog slip and well I can hardly blame myself because it’s not really my fault, but I’ll blame myself anyway ’cause that’s just who I am. Anywho, sorry for the lack of quotes in my very lacking number of posts. I’m also very sorry that since my last contest I have fell into this horrible pattern of writing with I‘s and me‘s and mine and all these other first person pronouns. I simply don’t like them but now I’m trapped in this yucky habit and I don’t quite know how to escape it.

            As for my contest here it is:


  • Post a comment on this post including: 5 questions(minimum) you would like to know about me or anything else for that matter, and an email or link I can find you at in case you win. This must be done by January 4th, 2012 to be entered.


  • I will pick 15 of the funniest, difficult, awesome questions. Out of those I’ll randomly pick a question and whoever entered that 1 question will win the prize.


  • A 2012-2013 calender of your picking(out of the 8 I have) AND you pick which page(page #) I’ll be posting, straight and unedited out of my diary, along with the questions I choose on January 5th, 2012


  • All can be answered by emailing me at and leaving an email I can get back to you at.


            Well that’s sadly all I’ve got for you folks. See ya around next year hopefully, on January 5th, or before in my comments. Best of luck and happy new year.                                                -eshy

Dear Whoever…, #54

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Dear Whoever Reads eshysletters Enough To Know I Post About Random Stuff,                          December 21,2011

Well dear readers, no quotes today as I don’t know what I’m even writing about just yet. There are a few bases I need to touch on today, none of them being of extreme importance however. The first of which being that I was going to originally write a venting post. I couldn’t bring myself to do it however and now that I’m all cried and screamed out, I feel like -to be blunt- utter crap. So there, that’s base 1. She rounds the base and stops halfway between first and second. Next, my life is in chaos. No, I am not exaggerating. I won’t go into it cause that could be a full twenty posts by itself and I, like I said, feel like crap already from crying, and I don’t feel like crying a helluva lot more.  She’s now at base #2, folks. Base 2- I have decided on my poem for speechmeet. I have decided to not go with my original, instead going with a poem in memory of someone. I’ll share the poem with you later, perhaps in this post, perhaps in a later one. She’s between two and three, ladies and gents’! 2 & 1/2- I want to learn to play the guitar again. And that brings her to 3rd base. 3rd base-I’m a mess of pains. I should get up and get some painkillers. I will. After I publish this. Anywho yes, because of my pains are growing stronger due to my recent and involuntary withdraw from sports, I may get a body cast. I’m scared about getting it during the school year because well, I know I’d catch alotta s*i* for it. I’m also apprehensive about getting one during the summer because I’ve heard catches itch and suck and smell more in the summer time. Also because of the lacking ability to take a shower or bath for eight weeks in 110 degree weather is also going to suck. Perhaps, I might not go through with it at all.  Alrighty, now she’s between third and home plate, what not-important news does she have to share now? Just the fact that, that awesome contest I’d been planning and bragging about will be delayed till next month. But never fear, my dear, because there will still be a contest  for this Dec./Jan. Not the most spectacular or awesome, no. But a contest nevertheless. The awesome one will be the Jan./Feb. one. I, eshy, would still be extremely elated if you entered this month’s slightly less great contest, stayed tuned through the month, and then entered our EPIC contest next month too. Ah she slides home with some good and/or somewhat happy news–I straightened my hair today! Just kidding! Well I did but that’s not my news. My news is that I have been given 2 awards. It’s funny. 2 awards on the same day. Anyways, here it is:

The two people who gave me this award were:

La Stranezza whose blog is here:

& Stacy(Sweets, Mockingjay) who is found here:

Thanks to you both for awarding me. Uhm, wow, I didn’t really prepare a speech *grins at the cheesy line she used*.  Hmm well now I’m supposed to award 5 other bloggers. The problem -cause there always HAS to be a problem- isn’t that I don’t really know of that many blogs. So I’ll just award as many as I can think of.

Onto the next bit of business: My speechmeet poem. It is called- Don’t Grieve For Me, For Now I’m Free. It’s author is unknown but enjoy.

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free,

I am following the path God laid for me.

I took His hand when I heard Him call,

I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work, or play.

Tasks undone must stay that way.

Found that peace at the close of the day.


If my parting has left a void,

then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.

Ah, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with time of sorrow,

wish for you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life’s been full, I savored much,

good friends, good times, a loved one touched.


Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,

don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up our hearts and share with me,

God wanted me now, He set me free.


That’s it. Whatdya think? I personally love it. I’ll be saying it in memory of my brother, whom I shall not name at this time. It’s actually on the back of a bookmark that has a picture of him, his birthdate, and his expiration date on the front. Anyways, rest in peace bro’, I love you.

Next bit of the post…I found an awesome song for you. Well, technically I discovered it last year through a friend but I found this version tonight. And to be, I like this version better than the one that’s on their album. I’ll give you both links, that way you can decide yourself. By the way this song is The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco


Acoustic(the better of the two<in my opinion>):

Listen to both and tell me what you think, yes? I’d love to hear your opinion. And hey, that album, ya know the one he mentioned at the beginning of the second video? Yeah, Vices and Virtues, I believe? (; it’s not Christmas yet *wink*. Meaning you still have time to surprise me with it. 😀

Two books I’ve read over the last week are:

The Isle Of Night by Veronica Wolf

The Reformed Vampire Support Group by Catherine Jinks

I’ll be honest- I didn’t care much for TRVSG but I was intrigued enough to keep reading it and finish the book(and I just don’t like quitting in the middle of a book, I feel ashamed for some reason), which says that I’m not very hard to intrigue or that the book was very intriguing. The part that got me is that the main character is a writer and in little tidbits throughout the book and in last few pages, it plays a role and you see that the book you are reading was essentially “written” by the character like it was telling her story over the past year .Which I thought was a cool twist sorta. As a writer.

Another book I read(not this past week but in the past year sometime) that I wasn’t sure if I was going to like or not was The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch. It wasn’t catching my interest in the beginning but it had me crying by the end and not cause it’s a sissy of a book -it’s not- just the character’s dad’s death was… relatable to my situation. They didn’t die the same way but I lost(am losing) my dad. So it brought tears. Yes, I’m a girl. I’m capable of emotion. I cry on occasion. I loved the character, and rebel, Jenny Tan in this book. She was marvelous. Stephen Quinn, the main character, was also pretty awesome. I’ll hand it to Hirsch, he knows how to put emotion into his characters and make characters you love and cheer for. Awesome characters. Congradulations, you’ve won eshy’s approval.

Anywho, I suppose this post has been long enough. I hope you enjoyed this post as it did contain a little of everything. Oh by the way, I think I might have gotten that one disease or infection(the one from rusty metal? tennis? tetnis?) today, I was hopping a fence, it was legal, I swear, and cut my hand. I was barefoot too. I swear it was legal! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this post, remember about the contest. Look out for this month’s contest and stay tuned in the between time time till Jan./Feb. Also look forward to a few music suggestions and topics. I’ve fallen harder than ever for my music.

                                                                                                                                                        Keep readin’ && I’ll keep writin’, eshy,

P.S. I appreciate the awards, guys. But seriously don’t give them back to me. I know everybody already has about three of them so let’s just not go for four. Pretty please? Gracias.


Dear Whoever… #53,


Dear Whoever Has Seen Freshly Pressed Lately,                                                                                 12-17-2011

“The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.” -unknown

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.”-unknown

“One reason God created time was so that there would be a place to bury the failures of the past.”-unknown

       When I log into, I always check the Freshly Pressed tab thing and see if any titles catch my eye. Sometimes there is none. Sometimes there’s one. Or sometimes on occasion there will be three or four that sound interesting. Well this Freshly Pressed post caught my eye cause it was about letters. A letter to her past self. Her younger self. I thought that was interesting because it reminded me of a song that I love.

If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I’d prove it’s me by saying look under your bed
There’s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I’d say I know it’s tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don’t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it’s rare

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn’t right for you
And still you feel like there’s a knife sticking out of your back
And you’re wondering if you’ll survive
You’ll make it through this and you’ll see
You’re still around to write this letter to me

At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don’t just tap your breaks
And when you get a date with Bridgette make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you’re wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It’s like she sees the diamond underneath
And she’s polishin’ you ’til you shine

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
Tonight’s the bonfire rally
But you’re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you’ll squeak by and get a C
And you’re still around to write this letter to me

You’ve got so much up ahead
You’ll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I’d end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life

I guess I’ll see you in the mirror
When you’re a grown man
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
I wish you’d study Spanish
I wish you’d take a typing class
I wish you wouldn’t worry, let it be
I’d say have a little faith and you’ll see

If I could write a letter to me
To me

       As a writer who loves music and the lyrics in the music almost as much as their words…this song is amazing. Why, you may be thinking? Well that is simple. From the lyrics you can gather what type of guy the artist is and what type of life he has led. You immediately know if he’s happy with his life or not. The reader -the listener has a pretty good idea of what happened to “Aunt Rita”. The listener of the song can see his back round and imagine the setting, the seventeen-year-old studying for that algebra test thinking of the bonfire rally the whole time, or him taking out Bridgette on a date, or him getting dumped by his long-time girlfriend. So it:

  • paints an amazing picture. Gives you character, setting, pictures. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
  • has feeling, like a ton. It takes you through the sweet parts of life like having a wife and kids and being at that age of contentment. But it also takes you through the lows, such as getting dumped or not being able to go to a party cause you have to study to pass a test.
  • It probably does more but it’s 1am so I’m sorta tired and making lists, blogging, and watching tv is not helping me stay up.  So therefore I’m only listing two things.

       Anyways, back to my original reason for posting this, that blog post on Freshly Pressed. It’s here: Essentially the same thing. I like the song version better in my opinion but then again, he is a professional singer.  I love these letters and when I get old enough to really reflect on my life, well then, you better believe I’m going to write a few of these. Heck, if I still have a blog then, if I have this blog, which is a real possibility, well then, I’ll even post them for you. I have lived through a lot already but who am I addressing it to? Dear Infant Me? Doesn’t quite sound right does it? I love hearing and reading letters like this though. They’ve inspired many venting letters of this sort, and from those, this blog idea, and from that the Dear Whoever’s everyone seems to like, ’cause if ya didn’t, you wouldn’t be reading this I assume. Anyways, enjoy and look out for the December/January contest that I’m working on setting up.

                                                                                                                          Forever and always, eshy,

P.S. The song is called Letter To Me, by Brad Paisley, in the country genre, on the album Fifth Gear. Or is it 5th Gear? Anyways all his albums and songs are very real and very awesome. I love him. But my sister loves him more. Too bad he’s married. Not to my sister though. I think she’s now obsessed and wanting to marry Blake Griffin.

P.P.S. Sorry that the quotes don’t really relate to the post. But in a way they do.

P.P.P.S. I swear that one month I’ll write twenty posts and fill up a whole category of 20 Dear Whoevers. I got a wallet today by the way, not that it matters. *grumbles* Why am I talking to myself again? Agh! Well I ordered it online. Hopefully it will come soon. That was my Christmas present to myself. Okay well nighty-night. Technically goodmorning now but anywho—ciao.


Dear Whoever…, #52



Dear Whoever Cares Enough To Listen To Me Rant/Vent,                                                                        December 12th, 2011

Well you wanted more casual posts. Every once and awhile. So here’s one. This is essentially what most bloggers do. They journel the days of their lives online for everyone to see. My life is very complicated to an outsider, as most lives are, so do your best to follow because I’m not explaining every part you don’t know the context to.

My day was…horrific. Well not really when you consider some of the other days I’ve had this month and last. My life is filled with only the downs it seems. I feel like a failure at everything even though I know I’m not. I’m a failure as a friend because I didn’t know Alexis tried to commit suicide. I feel like a failure as a daughter because I’m constantly being yelled at for not doing a good enough job, for whining, for everything even though I know I do my best at everything. I feel like a fail at school because I don’t have a 4.0 GPA and some people do, I get crap for being an honor student but not having the special little 4. I do have a 3.995 GPA thank you very much. I’m a fail at school because I got 1 problem wrong and I have a B in one of my classes even though I know I’m not at risk of failing the class. I’m a fail at being a sister because my sister won’t confide in me or rarely talk to me. I feel like a fail at singing because I always hear wonderful voices that are always on time. I try to find the positive, the good, the just, the honesty, the courage, the beauty, in everything, in the life that surrounds me. I try but I fail at that too because I give into the excuse that there is so much grey, and darkness, and bad in the world that it’s too hard to find the good. I feel like a fail as a human because I am a black sheep, so to speak, I do not think regular thoughts, I wonder about death and life, the meaning of life, and what I’m doing alive, I wonder about stupid stuff, I have to dive into the complexity of something to understand the simple parts, I am a failure in every possible way. But even as I say that I just know it’s not true. I mean I tried to journel, I lost my journel. I feel horrible even though I know I’m not a complete failure. I mean, I have all A’s in my studies and I know some people who are actually failing the same studies. I feel like a failure as a friend once again because I had to go out with, and then break up with Jacob, and ruin our friendship at the same time. What a mistake that was. I’m also a fail at being a friend because I cannot tell my “friends” any of this. I cannot tell them the hell I go through constantly. What it’s like to be yelled at every moment you’re awake. The hell of looking at the strongest man in your life and seeing him wither away, the hell of not going to sleep for fear those words were your last words to him. The hell of watching him fall. Of catching him. Of the pain as your back slams into the fence as you lose balance while catching him. The tears constantly falling and stinging at your eyes ready to fall. I feel like a failure as a daughter because I see all these moms and daughters walking through the mall together and I don’t have that, I can’t have that, and I want that. I want a relationship with my mom that she doesn’t want or have time for. If not a relationship, at least to be able to confide in my mom and tell her my thoughts about our situation. Why the hell do I have to be the strong one and watch her cry? In the movies it was the kids who broke down and ran to their mommys and started crying. Not the other way around. Why can’t I do that?  I’m a fail at being a person someone would want to be around because of the sarcastic, mean, pessimistic, negative monster this battle has turned me into when I used to be nice and have friends that I could talk to and laugh with, and be myself around instead of being this guarded dragon, ready to yell and attack at any second. What good does it have to have a councilor and get no council. To be able to tell nobody. To not being able to explain how your throat gets tight when you think of the days when you could just be a kid, surrounded and joking with your family. What is it like to have to grow up and be an adult at 13. What’s it like to listen to your mom talk about how life’s going to be awesome after your dad dies? It’s not fun. It’s not easy. It is life. And I’m sick of it. I want to scream but I can’t because I know they’d hear me as they are only in the living room. To raise your voice even a fraction of an octave in anger and no you’re going to get yelled at or backhanded. What’s it like to sit with your “friends” in silence because you didn’t get to go see that movie premire, or you didn’t get to go to that sleepover because you had to stay home and babysit a grown, dying man and feed him every two hours. Both meds and liquid food through a tube in his stomach. What’s it like to have to go to a lawyer and sit in as they discuss wills, and who gets what, at what age, and have to transalate. What’s it like to force the pain-inducing spit in your throat down. What’s it like to have to do the gardening, your schoolwork, mantain cars and animal pens, cook, clean, babysit, and take care of 2 dogs, 9 chickens, and 5 ducks(a small farm)? The word may never know. The kids my age will never understand. That’s why I don’t talk to them and I think them immature and spoiled and selfish. But I can’t blame them for being a kid. Being a teenager. It’s not their fault I was robbed. Nobody understands, but the family, the spouse, the child of someone fighting cancer…….they already know. Or else it’ll be quick learning.

Here’s some quotes I thought were cool even though they don’t nescessarily relate:

-Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you. — Marsha Norman ((WordPress actually gave me this one.))

“As I said there is nothing wrong with failing. Pick yourself up and try it again. You never are going to know how good you really are until you go out and face failure.” -Henry Kravis  ((The last name of this guy strikes me as being familiar. Wasn’t some guy named Lenny Kravitz or something? I think it’s one of the Hunger Games cast…))

-“Don’t be afraid to fail. Don’t waste energy trying to cover up failure. Learn from your failures and go on to the next challenge. It’s OK to fail. If you’re not failing, you’re not growing.” -H. Stanley Judd ((I LOVE the way this guy thinks.<3 He put it simply and easy to understand and it’s true. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.))

                                                                                               I’m now passing the magic talking stick, eshy,

P.S. I hate sharing personal stuff. I also hate how many times I used the word “fail” and “failure” but ya know…..I don’t care. This was a vent sooo….doesn’t matter.

P.P.S. I’m a fail at writing blog posts, this post is an excellent example of that.

P.P.S. I think I ought to ask about therapy or some crap because this counciling isn’t working and no way am I taking meds, man I would die if people knew I had to take happy pills. And no doubt my mother would open her mouth and tell all her friends.

[Mini Letter Inside of Big Letter, Shall We Call It: Dear Whoever….#52A? Feel free to read even though it’s for a specific person who will never read it.]

Dear Whoever…, 12/12/11

I’ll keep this short because I know you don’t like reading. I never understood that- how we are so very much alike, that everyone that knows me immediately knows I’m your daughter, but you hate to read and write and do so as little as you can but I love to read and write and do so as much as I can. I love you. But I hate you. Pointless, I know but the world does not often have logic, I have learned. I have learned a lot from you over these 13 years. This is not farewell, this is not the last goodbye. It’s merely a letter that is never to be sent. I know you don’t use computers so I have nothing to fear. Anyways, today when you were yelling at me after I caught you from falling, after my back got cut up from being slammed into the dog pen from impact, after the bitter, stinging tears started burning my eyes and I held out my hands waiting to catch you if you fell again, I learned something. I learned why you yell so much. It is not to be in control. It is not to appear powerful. It is because it is easier for you to yell and look mad to others(mostly me), then for others to see you cry and sad. I haven’t figured you out. You should be scared. But then you shouldn’t be. Because exposing this tidbit of you, means exposing the same tidbit about me, and I’m not ready to do that. This tidbit, about the yelling is better than letting the sadness show, well that’s just one more way I’m like you.  -your daughter, eshy, (Kayla-Ann)

Dear Whoever…, #51


Dear Whoever Wants The Contest Results &&  If You Don’t…Here’s A Post And Try To Follow My Thoughts,   12/11/11

Through our my contest I have heard from viewers that you like casualness. So here’s comes a little tidbit I’ve been chewing over for about a week now. I think I have discovered the root of what’s wrong with the world. I have NOT solved the world’s issues. Sorry to dissappoint but I don’t think anybody ever will or can. But anyways the main reason the world is unhappy, grouchy, pain in the butt(if I was off internet probably woulda used a different word, matter of fact I thought it and then typed “butt” instead, sorry I’d like to let you guys get a little more insight of  my character), way that is, to me at least, is that everyone wants what they don’t have. Am I right? How many people are truly satisfied with their life. You might be thinking “Oh well my grandmother is!” and alright, I’ll be nice and say she could be, but are you in her head, do you know if she does or doesn’t want those brand new tennis balls for her walker? The answer is no. Why? Cause I don’t typically believe in physics. Different matter for a different time though.

My point is, even the happiest people on earth can look at their life and see something sad or even a little bad that happened, it’s life not a cake walk afterall, just as they think that they probably have a want, they want someone to not have died, they want new shoes, they want help, they want a kind word spoken to them, etc. Everyone wants something. Even you. And I know I want things. I want a cure for cancer. I want my brother back. I want my best friend to text me back and tell me she’s okay after her stay at a mental hospital after attempted suicide. I want my mom to love me enough to have a real realationship with me. I want my brother to be clear of drugs and his stupidness. I want happiness. For me. My sister. My mom. My dad. My brother. My family in general. For you. For the WORLD. But just because you want something does not mean you’ll get it, as I (and you too, probably) know most of the things on my list can never happen and never will. Argh, grr! I had a point and I started rambling and sorta turned it to a vent, and now I lost my point. This is where outlining would be awesome, a mistake you can learn from. Now enjoy these quotes while I ponder my stupidity and my love for my “fancy words” as my friends call them:

“The good life, as I conceieve it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy;  I mean that if you are happy you will be good.” -Bertrand Russell

“We can travel a long way and do many things, but our deepest happiness is not born from accumulating new experiences. It is born from letting go of what is unnecessary, and knowing ourselves to be always at home.” -Sharon Salzberg

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.” -Victor Hugo

“Individuality is the aim of political liberty. By leaving to the citizen as much freedom of action and of being, as comports with order and the rights of others, the institutions render him truly a freeman. He is left to pursue his means of happiness in his own manner.” -James F. Cooper (this quote reminds me a lot of this saying “The Constitution only guarentees the American people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.” which I got from <a href=”>here,</a> which I don’t know if she made up herself or if it’s someone else’s and she didn’t credit them. Anywho- those are the quotes of the post.)

Now onto the contest winner……….which is…….ember32! Visit their blog right <a href=”>here.</a> Congratulations, ember! Thanks for the feedback everyone, I’m going to try and incorprate that in now. Ember, I’ll be commenting on your blog to let you know about your win and how to claim your eshysletters letter. Thank you to everyone who entered. Look out towards the end of this month/beginning of January for another eshysletters contest.

                                                                                                                                                       Already planning the Dec./Jan. contest, eshy

P.S. It’s gonna be E-P-I-C! Hope to see everyone, including you, ember, entering next month’s.

Dear Whoever…, #50


Dear Whoever Is Reading eshysletters Now,                                                                                           12-3-2011

“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”                                  -C.S. Lewis

“About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment.” -Josh Billings

       I’ll get to my breakdown of the chosen quotes in a minute. As for now chill out, eat your tough cookies, and now you have to do a poll! Ha! -Or you could just scroll down…No! Please do the poll, they help. Whatdya wanna get outta eshysletters? I haven’t blogged much but it is Novemeber and I am trying to write a 50K+ word novel, my first 50,000 word novel. But enough about that because isn’t that what everyone else is blogging about? Or was blogging about since it’s over now. Anyways, once again I’ll remind you how eshysletters is different then other blogs, I (normally) don’t talk about me or my life. It’s a lot easier to write/type blog posts when you’re writing for yourself to read but when you’re writing for someone else to read and enjoy, well it’s a helluva lot easier. The writing quotes are to celebrate the end of November and the beginning of December, even though the first quote kinda applies to what I was talking about eshysletters being original. I don’t know, I’m tired and still reeling from NaNo gimme a break.

     Speaking of celebrating the end of Nov. and the beginning of Dec., isn’t that how I tricked myself into the horrible mess of having a contenst this time of the month every month, in the first place? Yeah, so that sentence might be confusing but do you’re best cause I ain’t explaining. This is a rather casual post for me isn’t it? It is, it’s kinda bugging me. Anyways, it’s time for a contest! Yeah, how fun right! I know, I’m like half asleep while typing this and showing like no emotion whatsoever but……….since it’s off the top of my head, here’s what you’re competing for.

  1. a handwritten eshysletters letter written by me, eshy
  2. a set of backslapper(BackSlapper?) stickers which are ridiculously funny and you’re supposed to peel them and slap ’em on someone’s back and they say stuff on them like “I failed my IQ test” or stuff like that.

There’s to be 1 winner that’s it. So here’s what to do to enter, which even if you don’t want to claim prizes, you should still enter.

  • Post a comment on THIS post between now and December 9th. Your comment must include: what you like about eshysletters, what eshysletters could improve on, and what do you want to see in eshysletters. If your comment lacks any of those 3 criteria then it won’t be entered. That’s all you gotta do.

How To Win:

        -I’ll randomly select a comment on December 10th that meets all 3 criteria, whoever I choose will be the winner. Even if you don’t win, I’m going to be reading all the comments and I’d love some feedback so E-N-T-E-R! (that was me as a cheerleader)


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                 Thanks for hanging out this week. I’d apperciate if you DIDN’T comment on this post unless to enter the contest. Any questions should be sent to the email above. Thanks again for tuning in and reading this post! See ya next time(Dec. 12th)!                                                                                                                                        -love your favorite blogger, eshy,



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