Rain is good, rain means the maybe the summer won't be so dry, maybe fires won't be as bad. Rain is good... Damn I wish it would stop raining as we have a bike trip planned this weekend!
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Rain is good, rain means the maybe the summer won't be so dry, maybe fires won't be as bad. Rain is good... Damn I wish it would stop raining as we have a bike trip planned this weekend!
Dear Mom:
I get that you are a busy person, but you need to understand that I am to. You say you want to have a good relationship with me, and that you want to talk more on the phone (something I detest, but have been trying to accommodate).
Every. Single. Time I call you you either say you'll have to call me back when it's convenient, or you hang up on me for another call and say you'll call back. Every. Single. Time. If you really value my talking to you, then maybe you should start acting like it.
Dear legislature and governor of my state:
Have you lost your minds? I'm tired of apologizing for your discriminatory, hateful, hurtful, and wholly illogical behavior. You suck.
Dear Fellow Citizens:
See above - can we please all get it together and vote some new people into office?
Wishing you better chats with your mother, Blueberry.
It's difficult enough with our mother since we've lost a lot of Chinese speaking fluency.
Many Canadians are concerned who will be elected as President in late fall. However we have our own economic challenges, never mind what is happening south of the international border.
Thanks, Shootingstar. My relationship has always been challenging - I'm getting a bit tired of trying to fix it.
I'm sure the rest of the world is concerned about our Presidential - along with many of us. However, my state in it's lack of wisdom just made it illegal for local cities to put protections in place for LGBTQ++ folks - for example, requiring trans-gender people to use the gender bathroom that is stated on their birth certificate and not the one of their gender. It's so illogical it hurts my brain.
Yep, North Carolina is proving itself to be a complete embarrassment lately. I am ashamed of my home state. I can't even help vote the crazies out since I am legally a Florida resident now (full-time nomad, actually, but you have to "live" somewhere for tax/voting/car registration purposes).
Dear Universe,
I think I've had enough bad karma to last a lifetime. I'm begging you to stop, please. For example, yesterday I went to get an estimate and schedule an appointment for some auto body repairs I need done to my car. Today, I scrape up the undamaged side of my car unintentionally. At least I have an appointment to get it fixed already, ha. Seriously, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Today's example pretty much illustrates my life. One step forward and two steps back.
Yeah I totally know this feeling. Though I notice I care less about cosmetic damage to my car since it passed 100,000 miles. But overall it does seem lately like I bounce from problem to annoyance to problem, with just enough serious stuff to make the small things wear down my last good nerve.
Fwiw, I tend to scratch my car the day *after* the body work is completed.
Dear new lawyer,
thank you for straightening out my mother's affair. My mother is lot happier that the source of the problem has been dealt with and her will now reflects what she really wanted. And thank you to her very close friend of nearly 50 years to get my mother to see the light.
I just can't thank enough to both of them. yayy!! big monkey is off my back.
Huge thumbs up for monkeys off backs, congrats!
But you can buy their beer: http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-w...w-aimed-at-hb2
Dear bike shop guys,
Thanks for organizing the replacement frame and wheels after the bike rack failure disaster, and for fixing the brakes (even though it took 3 trips) and continuing to try to fix that annoying tap tap tap-tap....tap....tap-tap...on the new bike. It apparently wasn't (just) the saddle but I'm really glad you swapped it out anyway and didn't charge me because I really prefer that slight extra comfort with the Oura instead of the Ruby saddle. But after 6 trips to the shop since the end of March, I really hope I don't have to see you quite so often for a while.
Dear pavement....
Yeah, I know - how can you write a letter to inanimate objects? But still, it was really, really not nice of you to trip my husband yesterday while he was running. He spent an hour- an hour! getting stitched up, and that was after spending quite a while at urgent care. Stitches on his forehead, side of his head, inside his mouth and on his hand (which was pretty gouged up though I haven't seen what's under the bandages. His teeth were okay though.