Dear powers-that-be.
Thank you for watching over me when I flew down the hill at 52 km/h with my front tire unclipped. And thanks for making me notice it 6 km later when I stopped at the store... I appreciate it.
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Dear powers-that-be.
Thank you for watching over me when I flew down the hill at 52 km/h with my front tire unclipped. And thanks for making me notice it 6 km later when I stopped at the store... I appreciate it.
Dear Powers That Be!!!!
Thanks for watching over kelownagirl! Ditto on that from me last year on that decent at 30 MPH. Please do the same for the rest of us this season, too. Thanks for letting me ride without dropping the other day when the teen decided that it would be great fun for him and his buddies to blow their air horn at me. Please tell the three men in the truck that it wasn't a lot of fun to be followed at 20 mph while they gawked at my behind. They could have passed me by - it was a two lane 30 mile and hour road and I know it didn't take 4 blocks for them to gain speed on me! Can I delude myself with thinking that, though??:cool:
Dear Self, 45 minutes worth of Tootsie Rolls don't make a nutritious lunch. Dear Other Self, You know you'll do it again, so don't be so hard on yourself about it next time. Dear Third Self, Step IN next time and remind me of this whole occasion so I stop eating them.
Dear Legs - YOU DID MORE THAN YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD LAST NIGHT!!! WAY TO GO!!! You can join in the celebration by walking in a fluid motion.
Me.
Dear Memphis Tigers,
You guys still did awesome. Don't let the arm-chair coaches get you down until they are the ones out there playing the game.
Dear Lost Woman,
Why do you stop me on a cold wet rainy day at the top of a steep hill to ask for directions to the hospital? Do I have "Information Desk" or "All the Time in the World" printed on my bike? Do I look like I enjoy standing in the rain in the middle of the street giving out directions? Or did you think I was desperately in need of a rest break after that grueling hill? All I wanted was to get to work so I could change into my dry clothes. I hope you noticed that although I gave you the directions you needed, I didn't smile.
If I could do-over, I'd keep on pedalling. Either that, or give you directions to the bike shop.
Dear Brain,
what possessed you to go off on a club training ride when Body was clearly telling you "Hey - don't do that, I'm getting sick"? :confused: You should have more sense. As a result, you kept your group back, you were in a foul mood all evening and am now going to be properly sick instead of just glancing by a cold. Idiot.
Tusen takk, "andemor" :)
Dear So and So
I don't know how i got so lucky, but in 1977, when I started dreaming about a guy who I never considered someone I'd date, I not only dated him, but married him less than a year later.
Today he did yet another of those little things that he does that makes him a keeper. On sunday we are planning to celebrate my nephew's birthday at my house and of course, my mother is being, uh, delicately obtusely annoying.
I asked her if she was coming to the party and she sent me a huffy note back "well, if I'm invited" At that VERY moment, my knight in shining armor had finished crafting an upbeat, jocular INVITATION for all members of the family. She had to have received it a moment after she'd hit the send button
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing!
And he gave me lots of chocolate last night.
life is good
get better, lph!! So hard to know when to push through and try to let fresh air kill the germs, and when to lie down all quiet 'til it goes away.
Here's to keepers and the goodnesses of life :)
Dear Powers that Be;
Thank you for waiting until I had finished Party Pardee before the pinch flat I probably got by hauling over the railroad tracks near the end completely flattened my tire.
Pretty please, also let the 'pulmonary nodes' found on my sister's lungs be nothing cancerous and be totally treatable. She's been through enough. :(
Signed,
me
And here's to good luck and good fate, deedolce!
dear Mom,
you're a smart, hardworking and extremely independent woman. You've lived by yourself for years in several different countries, some of them rather turbulent, you're a freelancer and you speak, like, 6 languages. Sooooo.... when a stranger in Nigeria suddenly wants to give you almost a million dollars - yes, honey, it IS a scam. You don't have to ask me how to prove it :rolleyes:
Dear Queen -
Hugely belated hugs and condolences about your dad. Reading your Easter bunny post made me cry. Sorry I have been out of the loop. Hang in there.
- me
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Dear Self-Designated Super Lawyer Co-Counsel:
I will accept that this is YOUR client and YOU want to control the relationship, including limiting what I am given and what I can produce in this litigation. (I have, however, taken an ethical TUMS to allow me to proceed under these directives.) I will accept having you be the go-between to YOUR client since I am only the silly attorney hired by your client's insurance company to defend this case. I will take direction from you. I will even put up with your terse and critical emails about the recommendations that I make (which recommendations you then invariably adopt, with no apparent chagrin.)
But I draw the line at doing legal research for you. I am a litigation attorney who has been practicing for 16 years. I have tried cases. I presently act as a private judge in complex litigation cases. I've been on boards of directors for litigation practice groups and have met with state senators/assemblymen at the Capitol helping to guide them in making law. Do you really feel it necessary to send me something you'd like me to look up for you in WESTLAW? Do you realize that even though you are male, you, too, have access to the INTERNET??
Harumph.
- me, Esq.