Creative juices have apparently dried up with the heat here lately. I’m not too worried about it; they always seem to find their way back. I just hope it isn’t too long lasting. On the heels of lacking something incredible poignant and/or hilarious to write I found an interesting post yesterday over at Overwhelmed With Joy. It’s called ‘Things I would like to say, but probably won’t…” Apparently she took her lead from Crouching Mommy, Hidden Laundry, whom I haven’t actually visited yet, but intend to very soon!
The point of the “exercise” is to write (for the entire world to see) letters that obviously will only be sent through blog-mail to anyone and everyone you have some words for…
Dear God, I’m having a hard time following your line of thinking lately…at least in my life. If you could give me a few clear indicators, maybe a pat on the head when I’m good (and I don’t mean something actually falling from the sky onto my head, a bit more subtle please); and maybe a crack of thunder when I’m WAY off track…that would be ever-so-helpful to this ‘girl on a journey’!
Dear Mimi and Bubba: Thank you for teaching me such important life lessons on loving and forgiving. I love having you furry friends in my life and I wish I could get you cooler in the summer. My one complaint is the smells you both carry. What’s that about? You’re only outside a total of 30 minutes a day, yet you smell like you haven’t bathed in months…ohhhh you need more baths! Then I would appreciate you both either bathing one another or trying to be a bit less combative when Daddy and I attempt to bathe you. The bathing you in a swimsuit thing just doesn’t work because you have claws of death! Not only do we end up soaking wet, but also covered in dog hair and dog smell! We will only continue to be a ‘part of the pack’ if you ‘clean up your act’.
Dear Niece and Nephews: I love you all so much, though not even 1/10th of how much your mothers love you…the fathers are still thinking about it during commercials. I just want you to know I am always here for you. I will even be here for you when you make those stupid decisions…and you will make them…and it will be okay. That’s how we learn and grow. I am asking that you come to me or some other non-parenting type person over the age of 30 to see if this new scheme really is the ‘best thing that ever happened to you!”
Dear Friends: I COULD not get through one day without you. You are my anchors in life. You know how important it is to laugh and you help make that happen (sometimes without you even knowing it). Thank you for your time, your prayers, your love, your life-investment in me. I hope even when I let you down, because you know I will (especially if it involves phone calls); I will always remember to thank God for you in my prayers!
Dear Google Searchers: Kazoo or Gazoo or whatever his name is…the little green Martian dude from the Flintstones is not here…he is here. I don’t understand the endless fascination with the little guy, but I have a lot of free time ‘on the job’ as well, so maybe it’s out of boredom you search. I hope you find more than Kazoo/Gazoo…I hope you find the Spirit of the Lord here, because more than anything else, that is what I hope I bring a desire to question everything God…and a desire to find the answers too. We are always searching for that…or should be!
Dear Wal-Mart: I am asking you, once again, to at least wipe the smirk off your face when I ask you to remind patrons of the express-check out rules verses regular checkout. Must I do it every time! I am also asking that you at least wait until, maybe 10:00 p.m. before you place the traffic restrictors, aka: pallets in the shopping aisles. If staff is there to work 24 hours couldn’t that restocking be done at a less-trafficked period? I’m just going to say right now, if I fall, and eventually I will fall, and if I see blood, “sorry” is not going to be enough. I’m looking forward to free groceries for life for me and my friends and family. Oh, and do you really think self-checkout was such a good idea?
Dear Lottery Commission: Couldn’t you just give me 3 of the numbers?
Dear Strip Bars on 10th street: You should be ashamed of yourself! There are other ways to make money.
Dear Patrons of Strip Bars on 10th street: Get a life! Go home to your wife/husband and apologize for not being ‘there’ for her/him. If you don’t have a wife/husband, look at where you spend your time/money!
Dear Traffic Police: Why do you get to speed everywhere you go (with or without your lights on) and I don’t? Why do you get to break all the traffic laws? How can you call yourself a public servant?
Dear Embryology Professor at Large University in Norman: I DID in fact get accepted into graduate school, even when you said I should forget about it.
Dear Future Children of Ours: I love you and am praying for you even now!
Dear Lost Items: Where in the world are you and how are you getting there?
Dear Lost Memory: Where in the world are you and how are you getting there?
Dear Husband’s Family: Thank you for creating and raising the most incredible man I’ve ever had the pleasure of falling in love with.
Dear Husband: You are my life and every breath I take while I’m on earth! I love you, I love you and I thank GOD for the day we met!
I think that just about covers it!
Happy Friday…TGIF to the utmost!