Playing Winter & Lisa Frank
- September 11th, 2007 9:53 am
I love to play winter when Adam and I watch tv or a movie. Playing winter is when I basically freeze out my living room in order to comfortably curl under blankets on my couch while watching tv. It’s quite nice. I love cuddling beneath blankets.
On a completely unrelated note, I was a real putz as a kid. I loved Lisa Frank school supplies. Loved them. So when I was in first grade, I decided that I should write a letter to Lisa Frank to tell her how much I enjoyed school supplies covered with characters like these:
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I thought Lisa Frank was quite the gal. Surely, she would want praise, I thought. So, I wrote her a letter that was something along the lines of this:
Dear Lisa Frank,
Hi!!!!!!!!!!!! 
:) :) I thank (that’s right, I put thank..not think) that your stuff is kool.
Thanks,
Amanda *********
I remember it word for word. This is due to the beef I had with Lisa Frank after my 6 year old ass didn’t get a letter in return. I guess I just expected that when you wrote someone a letter, even someone heading up a major corporation dwelling on the hearts of girls like me, they were supposed to write back; particularly, when you complimented them on their work. I mean, all I had learned about letter writing was that you wrote someone and in return they wrote you back. That was how correspondence worked in my mind.
In response to the lack of response, I sent another letter:
Dear Lisa Frank,
You did not say Thank You. That was not nice. The Bear is stupid anyway.
Amanda ********
I’m really not sure what I hoped to accomplish with my youthful version of vigilante justice. However, I do remember not telling my mother that the second letter contained my version of a harsh scolding. I kept it secret. I thought Lisa Frank would take my scolding so very seriously that my mother would probably not allow me to mail such a thing. In turn, I told her it was just another fan letter. haha. Seriously? I know. I know.
What you should know is that I thought I had really told Lisa Frank off. I had completely shown her who the boss was. I figured she would be all apologies at that point. However, it saddens me to say that she also did not respond to that letter. Which in my youthful mind meant that she had taken my scolding quite seriously.
By the way, the bear was pretty stupid as I indicated in the follow up letter (you can locate him in the above picture dancing on a rainbow and wearing a top hat and sunglasses that could’ve only been envisioned by someone on acid).
Anyway. What a loon! I’m sure Lisa Frank has my letter framed in an office somewhere with a caption beneath reading “DO NOT PISS OFF A SIX YEAR OLD”. It’s amusing now how tough I thought I was in my letter. Like Lisa Frank would just pick up and just change her no-letter-replyin’ ways. Whore!
September 11th, 2007 @ 12:11 pm
LOLOL. That is so cute that you wrote a letter to Lisa Frank. My husband likes to play winter. He’ll put the thermostat on like 60, seriously, and wrap up in blankets and say “oh, man, this is the life!” As, I sit on the other side of the couch in a hoodie, sweats, and dressed like an Eskimo and wanting to kill him.
September 14th, 2007 @ 9:40 am
That bitch! =p
I wonder what she thought when she read those letters.