Showing posts with label Open Letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Open Letters. Show all posts
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Come Out Come Out Wherever You Are.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009 9 comments

Pssst......
Hey you.

Mr. Sunshine.





How ya been? Haven't really seen you much lately.

I know you're pretty busy. You know, giving light to the world and all.

Lately I've been pretty darn busy too. Even busier than usual.

Because I have 6 children, SIX children at home all.day.long. and since they can't go outside they've been more than a little creative about occupying themselves.

INSIDE.my.house!

There have been frogs and skateboard ramps and water fights with the sprayer thingie on my kitchen sink. And end.less. hours of Hannah Montana.

So look, since we're both so busy here lets just be real and make this quick so we can get back to what we have to do.

I 'm totally onto you.

I've heard, from a very reputable source that you've been ALL OVER South Tampa like a crackhead on.... well, crack.

Ya. South Tampa is nice. I grew up there. I like it too.

Hyde Park & Ballast Point rock. I know.

But YOU cannot play favorites. It is your JOB to shine on everyone.

I demand my sunshiny day rights!

So go out there and ...shine.

Well. Maybe ...not so much right now.

Cause it's like midnight here and some people just might not like that so much.



I bet She has sunshine.


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Open Letter to .. my Wild Child

Thursday, July 9, 2009 11 comments

Dear Thing4,


I love you. I love you sooooo much. I really really do.

Butt seriouslyyy... you make me completely insane sometimes.

I say "NO THING4 DON"T JUMP THOSE STEPS ON THAT SKATEBOARD. It's a CONCRETE FLOOR for goodness sake! You'll BUST YOUR HEAD OPEN." And you look at me, and listen to all of my reasons why you should.not.do.that. And then you consider ... aaaand ... "Nah. Don't worry Mom. That won't happen to me. I know how to do this."

And when I think I finally have you convinced not to pretend your Tony Hawk inside my house, and I turn around to chase after Thing6 who has learned how to take off his diaper and RUUUUUNNN while laughing hysterically because he is winning, I hear your delighted shout of glee "I KNEW I could do it. Right On."

I mean, really. WTHeck am I supposed to do with you?

ALL of my threats of "because you could hurt yourself" are just tossed right out the window that Thing5 has opened and is now trying to climb out of.

And when I feebly say "Ya. Well. You COULD have gotten hurt" you just grin at me and sing "So what who cares?? I got Jesus baby." (No more Lecrae for YOU!)

Aaaand apparently, you do. Because if you didn't your head would most likely have been split in two long long ago.

If I know nothing else, I so know ONE thing.

With you as my son I will NEVER. ever. ever. forget that I need Him too.

Because I surely do suck at being your mom all by myself.


Oh Ya! YOU too can join JenniJiggity every week for Open Letter Thursday.

All you have to do is Write an Open Letter on your blog, and include a link to Jiggety Jigg (you can grab my button)!

Then go to her site, sign the Mr. Linky Widget, and visit the other bloggers who are playing along!

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Open Letter to ... The Creator. Ya. It's late. So what?

Thursday, June 25, 2009 9 comments

Dear God,

Please forgive me for wasting time taking a few Facebook quizzes today.

Well, maybe it was more like...5 Facebook quizzes... and .... umm... 1 Twitter quiz.

Okay 2 Twitter quizzes but only because I had to have a redo when I took the "Which NKOTB Member Are You Destined To Be With?" quiz. I think we both know that Jonathan Knight was just all kinds of the wrong answer!

Please forgive me for alwaaaaays being late. Like I am with this post. Which should have been up yesterday.

And please forgive me for losing my patience with Thing4 when he cleaned the kitchen floor with toothpaste last night.

Thanks for all of the awesome *things You give me.
And for making Thing6 the*MostCutestBabyEver sooooo snuggly:)
And quiet.

And Thank You for the *minty fresh scent in my kitchen now. It goes well with the Mr. Clean w/ Febreeze.
Oh .. and Thank You for Febreeze cause it rocks!

So, I see You've decided to clear some time in my schedule.
And...I'm just kinda curious what this means exactly.
I'm sure You have a plan, but...sometimes Your plans aren't so fun for me until after they're over. If that's the case this time.... could you please send me a memo so I can be prepared???

And speaking of preparation, I have the Mary heart down pretty good, but I'm still stuck with this Martha mind so, is there anything we can do about that?

I have a few questions I was hoping You might answer for me. Not exactly *Secrets of the Universe questions, so maybe You will.

  • Why is it that You created toddlers with more energy than thier mommies?

I mean, I am the one who has to chase them.
I was thinking I might be a little more effective if I could actually catch them.

  • And Why is it that when I tell one child Noooooo, another one comes right along trying to do the same. exact. thing. that the previous child just got in trouble for.

What's up with that???

  • Did You create me to run on PuertoRican time? Or is that just something I acquired on my own?

  • And why is it that when there is a car, tools and a man in a garage, alllll of the *men from miles & miles are drawn to it like somebody pulled out a big magnet and sucked them all in. Where do they come from? Does it really take that many men to change brakes???

I think that's all of the questions I have. For now.

But... there is just 1 little thing I'd like to change, if possible.

I know You don't make mistakes... really .... but ... I think You might have forgotten something when You were putting together my genetic make up. Because .... well ... my Wonder Bra is *wondering where the heck they're at!

Aaaand I'm a little curious too.

Just so You know, out of all the Things That Rock! YOU are the *Most rockin!



P.s Would You please watch over Ashton Kutcher's poor dog?
And I really, really like his green green grass.

P.p.s If You're not too busy can Ya let Ryan Seacrest know that namedropping.... just isn't pretty.
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