Friday, August 13, 2010

More letters. (I wasn't going to follow-up the last post with more letters right away but this is very therapeutic)

Dear Tammia,
Thanks for your comment. It did feel really good to spill all my thoughts across the keyboard! I recommend it to everyone. I'll try not to overkill though. Restless legs are ok, I've kept it at bay with the Cal-Mag supplement. Best advice ever from anyone!

Dear Elissa,
I am definitely hoping for a 2nd trimester boost of energy. Jesse did get me a delicious frozen pizza the next day, after reading my post.
Thanks for your comment! Congrats on your new house.

Dear JoEllyn,
I get rest when I can. Sometimes I fall asleep at my desk. I know my pg journey hasn't been as long and traumatic as your last one was! Thanks for the encouragement and kind words. Can't wait to see all three of your girls and you!...sometime...

Dear Aunt Linda,
Thanks for your comments, always. Your blog is fun to read and I dont' always leave comments. You're right, usually if I have time to leave a comment I probably have time to do my own blogpost. My favorite letter was the one to Paige too...I am so thankful for that little ray of sunshine in my life! (Not that my life is gloomy, it really isn't at all...and there are lots of rays of sunshine...but you know we all have our days)...

Dear Heather,
I miss your blog. But you're fun to be friends with on facebook (oh, and in real life too!). Did you get my silly voice message the other day about the pig? Sorry. After I called and started leaving the message I remembered that you didn't have your pig anymore. I guess it was a different neighbors pig walking down the road. Who knew we lived on such a farm street!

Dear Ellen,
I'm still giggling over Quiana thinking that school is a pain because she can't talk. I totally sympathize. It was really hard to be quiet! (Pretty sure I just wasn't). Tell her that I said the tickets and treasure box aren't really worth it anyway. hehe.

Dear Alison,
I'm so sorry to hear that you're not having fun either...but kinda glad to know that I'm not totally crazy for sitting in my car, in a daze, in the parking lot at the grocery store. I mean, if Alison does it, it can't be that crazy! Nice to know we have each other's TOTAL sympathy... I'm already on to my second bottle of Tums. My favorite kind is Wild Berry. What's yours?
Oh and I found ginger candy at Withey's - it's spicy cinnamon apple pie flavor and really tasty; not sure if Ginger helps your nausea or not? It hasn't really helped me but I pretend....

Dear Dad and Mom,
I like it when you leave comments on my blog. They're sweet. Just like sweet birthday cards and stuff from you. I can't count how many times somebody has asked "How are you doing" and you just say "Good" because you know that they probably really don't need/want an earful. I hope I don't vent too much to you. Am I a complainer? I hope not. Maybe just a typical female blabber mouth. Definitely more of one than you are! How did I learn to complain? It's not like I ever hear you complain. Hmmmm....
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Now for a couple more misc. letters - since it's a-n-o-t-h-e-r Wednesday (yuck).

Dear New Surprise Pregnancy Symptom,
Well we won't say your name outloud but you really came uninvited. You know what I had to do because of you? I had to go to Walgreens and buy something today that was more embarassing than buying tampons was the first time I had to buy them myself (that was a long time ago, wow). I had to buy other random things like nail polish, nail polish remover, bandaids and eye shadow just to distract the cashier and people in line; I mean what if I bought just 'that' - may as well turn the blinking lights and siren on at the checkout stand. You know what, I can't even spell you. I googled you and got a response back from Google that said "Did you mean? _____" with the correct spelling. As if to rub it in my face (thank you, Google) with a smug reminder about what I was really searching for. You know what Dear Symptom? I was just thinking, you would be a great spelling bee word, how many 7th graders would know how to spell you? Besides the fact that it would be really embarassing and awkward to repeat you twice and use you in a sentence. I think you get my drift. You're a complete and total pain in the butt (oops, pardon the pun)...ahem, well anyway you're totally annoying AND you're hard to spell.

Dear Summer,
Go ahead and leave us, I can tell you're trying. I can't wait for winter this year because that's just one step closer to February!!!! Ok, well maybe not winter himself, but the months of winter. Besides today I saw a lady walking down the street in a hooded sweatshirt and I thought it looked really comfy. I really do love you Summer (and hate winter) but this year is just different. I need life to slow down because I would feel better about sitting at home and doing homework if there wasn't so many better things to do. And just think about how wondeful next summer will be - hopefully we'll have Paige's bike fixed so she can ride it and we'll have a baby to play with and I'll have so much more time to be the mommy that I need to be. Maybe Paige will even get to do swimming lessons. Maybe we'll go to the park more than three times. So definitely come back, in fact, if you want to come back earlier than normal, let's say...March!




Well.....I was going to stop there....but I just have to slam something out, because something has officially ruined my day. The whole situation happened last year and I beat myself up over it for days and finally moved on with life, only to see (today) that the case finally closed and now I am brooding over it again.

Dear People who I ran into last year,
You make me sick. Yeah, I was the dumb chic who ran into you, but it was a side-swipe that didn't even make a dent, just a long scratch and it's only because my car is an old hunk of really heavy metalsteel (yes I said metalsteel), if I were driving the nice lightweight Mazda3 I once owned you probably wouldn't have even had a scratch. Regardless, there is NO way that I caused $16,000 of bodily damage to you and your stupid husband. You work for a chiropractor, so OF COURSE you racked up that much chiropractor care. You disgust me. I love it that when your stupid attorney (really, you got an attorney?) called me to get my insurance claim number and left me a message that you were injured and requiring medical attention, so I called you and said in my totally-fake drippingly sweet voice, "I'm sorry I hurt you. Are you ok?" And you responded, "Well, uh, uh, duh, uh, not like broken arms or anything, just woke up with headaches and sore shoulders and stuff." Yeah well you know what? You give me a migraine!!!!!

Oh and the fact that you got some previous hood damage repaired while getting the paint scratches fixed is also insane; how did I cause hood damage when I didn't even come close to the front of your car and again only put a nice long scratch on your passenger side doors? No dent at the point of impact but a nice dent on your hood? Hmmmm.

Again, people like you, especially you, make me sick...and you are what is wrong with our countries insurance problems, medical and vehicle. It's not that the insurance companies are greedy, they exist to make a profit. Duh! No, the reason why insurance is so expensive and why insurance companies are such a pain to deal with, is because of the overwhelming amount of completely outrageous claims that people make. We have insurance because accidents happen. That doesn't mean that you should just go and get some bonus massages and super-fun x-rays just because you don't have to pay for it. I bet if you had to pay for it you would have been just fine. Congratulations on your free lunches. Unfortunately, your free lunches were paid for by everyone else. Aren't you cool.

Oh and your attorney. Grrrr. He has a reputation in Missoula and I know all about it. And my Progressive claims representative groaned when he found out who your attorney was. And he disgusts me even more than you. He is the leader and instigator of all of the stupid people like you who sit around and wait for your chance to milk a system for all it's worth. I know he coached you every step of the way, because that's what he does. I hope his big beautiful attorney's office falls off into the river. No actually I don't, because he'll likely go after the city and blame the city for erosion and then everyone's taxes will pay for his new office building.

I wish I could knock all your heads together.


Dear Progressive,
I'm sorry. You've been good to me.

Dear Brenda,
Pay attention when you're driving honey. I know you were in a daze, you had just made a special quick trip to the mall to get that cute skirt for Paige's holiday pictures. And you were having a chat with yourself about how you probably didn't need to spend that much on a skirt that she probably will wear once or twice. And you obviously just forgot that you had to watch for oncoming traffic when turning right on red. No wait, you actually did look and the lane closest to you was free but where you failed was when you pulled into the far lane in a moment of pure space-case-isity. Just pay attention and think about driving when you're driving, not shopping.
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Ok. Now THAT is closure!!!
Over and out.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Letters

Dear Wednesday,
Why are you always such a loooong day?

Dear Friday Night,
I can't wait for you to come!

Dear Restless Mind,
Please just focus.

Dear Pregnancy Acne,
Go away!

Dear Pregnancy Appetite,
You are really annoying. Please just find something that you like and stick with it; Just don't let it be something too fattening or unhealty, I don't need to look like a hippo quite yet.

Dear Paige,
Please wake up on the other side of the bed tomorrow. You were a little bit too crabby this morning.

Dear Recently purchased fabric from Joannes,
I have great plans for you! Paige's new bedspread is going to be sooo cute.

Dear Paige's room,
Soon you will be decorated very cute-ly. I know it's about time.

Dear Periwinkle Toyota Tacoma,
Thanks for pulling out in front of me today and bringing me a random memory/reminisce today; It made me laugh outloud in my car...and I don't think anyone else would even think it was funny (had to be there) but me and maybe a couple girls that were 'there' - and then I heard their laughter in my head and that was a nice memory too.

Dear Carmen-the-dog,
I hope your real owners don't read my blog. I think you can sense that I'm annoyed with you because now you just annoy me more. You're just attention hungry, and sorry, Dog but I have a husband, a 3 year old and a bun in the oven, as well as me-myself-and-I, and that's how I divide my attention. Don't you have the trees to explore? Run along.

Dear Professor,
Will you please backoff with the reading assignments; Reading 90 pages of tax literature in one-week is out of control. Besides, you are making me really scared to take the CPA exams.

Dear fellow student,
It's ok to procrastinate and leave projects to the very end if they're your own, but NOT when it's a group project!!!

Dear Franklin Covey,
You make amazing planners; I don't know what I would do without you.

Dear Citibank,
Please stop calling every hour. We don't have your credit card and we don't want your credit card. If you're going to call people in the U.S. you'll probably have better luck if you use customer service persons who speak English clearly. Americans don't take kindly to outsourcing...I know I know...it has it's benefits; but your annoying phone calls is not one of them. I don't really care, and I'm not prejudice at all, and I don't think that the whole world should just automatically speak English and forget about their own language. What I'm saying is that company's like yourself shouldn't totally rule out housing call centers in the United States just for the sake of your people. I'm just saying...well, I could handle one phone call but not 12. OK?

Dear Grocery Store,
I'm sorry. I was going to come in. But I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car. And then I just didn't have the energy to get out of my car, get Paige out of her carseat, walk all the way into the store, push around the cart, pick up things, and pay for them, carry them back to the car, load them up, put Paige back in her carseat, drive home, carry groceries up the stairs. Well I was only going to get a frozen pizza anyway...and then I decided that it probably wouldn't be worth the effort. So maybe I'll come in another day. When I absolutely have to.

Dear Video on Facebook (posted by Heather Thompson),
I just watched you three times. Apparently I like to cry. Not just little tears - I'm talking, streaming tears, lump in the throat, catches your breath kind of cry. I have always tried to imagine the overwhelming emotions that soldiers have when they finally get to come home, if even for a visit. And I've tried to imagine the feelings that a young lady would feel when her fiance' or husband is on his way home. I've thought about that before a few different times (1) When I was working at the airport and witnessed homecoming/greetings and (2) When my cousin Ken came home from Iraq to his waiting girlfriend and parents. But I never imagined the Surprise homecomings. Wow. So cool. And the kids hugging their daddies, and the daddies hugging their kids. That just breaks your heart, and warms your heart, makes you cry, and makes you smile...all at once. I guess it's necessary, we need soldiers, and we need to defend our country, but really? I tip my hat.

Dear Frozen Pizza,
I kinda wish I had gone into the grocery store now. But I don't even know what kind of frozen pizza to buy! Where is the Schwan's man when you need him? The Schwan's man probably says that about my mom...Where is my best customer when I need her? Sure could use the sales this week! Oh, back to you, pizza. I don't even know why I think I want you. I'm sure the sauce won't settle well.

Dear Maternity Shirts,
You look really frumpy right now. Not quite ready for you. But I think I'll take a picture just because it will be funny to compare how you fit now, to how you'll fit in the end! For now I'll just look like I'm going to rip the seams of my normal clothes.

Dear Paige (again),
You are so cute with your chocolate milk addiction. At least you're getting calcium and protein. And I love it when you say, "Momma, sit by me" and I love how much you love to cuddle. And you say thank-you for everything which is totally sweet and makes me happy. And I love it when you want me to take something from you and you say, "Here, take, take." You're such a big girl and you do a fabulous job of cleaning your feet and toes with soap in the bath. I can't wait to watch you as a big sister.

Dear Jesse,
Hurry home.

That's my thoughts for the day.