great news, fixedgeargirl;
proof again to not make generalities about pickuptruck drivers or attorneys or whatever!
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great news, fixedgeargirl;
proof again to not make generalities about pickuptruck drivers or attorneys or whatever!
dear lungs,
Life is to short to live it waiting for the next shoe to drop. Therefore, I encourage you to act right and not make me sick next week. I am only doing 22 miles just for you.
Thankfully yours,
the rest of body
Dear a*sh**e who stole my iPod:
Koorogi was my companion. It had music from all the many stages of my life on it, and countless memories. On that iPod, I could tell you so many landmarks in my life- the song that was playing when I touched my husband the first time, the song that was playing when I was thrown off my bike into a tree (and it never skipped!) My first Pink Floyd. My first techno cd. The graduation song from my high school. The songs that played as my husband and I talked all night long... the night we decided to part ways. The song that played as I danced behind my girlfriend and thought about how I could tell her how beautiful I thought she was- without coming off like a dork. ...the songs that helped me through the dark times I had after moving away from everything I knew, and the songs that brought me back to life like a phoenix.
I know you'll only get about $75 for it at a local pawn shop, and you'll probably use the money to pay for your meth habit, which is punishment enough because your teeth are probably rotten from it, and you're desperate for your addiction, but was it really worth breaking into our cars at 4am down some dusty little gravel road?
Mr thief, I want you to know that even though I'm not a christian, I forgive you... but the next time you come to our house, if my partner sees you again and I can make it downstairs before you get to your car, I will have a baseball bat waiting for you, and lemme tell ya, I can book it.
However, thank you for not having the time to steal my bike. The iPod I miss, but I would have been devastated at the loss of my bike. It was the first time I had it unlocked in six months, because I took her for a quick ride that morning, only 6 miles through the hills, cleaned her chains and set her next to my partner's bentup little steed... and after you ran off, I saw her leaned up next to the carport's wall.
You're a dirty man, with a lousy life, but don't steal my sh*t to make up for it or prolong your addiction.:mad:
Dear Bubba,
You are such a sweetheart. You take my flights of fancy and verbal vagueness in stride and translate it into a functional working object. I now have a lovely board in the back of the Bike Bus that allows me to carry 2 bikes inside when I'd prefer not to use an outside rack. It even has feet to wedge it in place and recessed bolts.
Must be why I call you Mr. Wonderful.;)
SK
PS - Dear Mr and Mrs. Bob - thanks for the fork mounts. :D
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b3...BubbaBoard.jpg
And it's PINK!:D
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Originally Posted by SadieKate
We have our bikes set up the same way!!!
Great minds think alike???
c
Even down to the pink? :o
You should see the bottom of the board. He recessed everything so no bolts will damage anything and there are feet to wedge it into place. He translates SK-babble very well.
Dear makers of Nyquil,
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It's a gorgeous weekend and my friend was coming down to join me on the Leap Frog ride, and to go kayaking, and cook out but I woke up sick on Friday and had to cancel the whole thing. So between drifting from the numerous naps on the couch and checking what the healthy TE folks are doing I sit and reflect how you well you let me sleep. As if the daytime sleeping weren't enough, with your help I can sleep all night cough-free. My fever is way down today and I'm still congested and have no voice but I felt so much better today than yesterday that I did ride my bike over to the bike shop today to get the tires replaced. (De-laminating with only 800 miles on them???) Went next door and picked up the Sunday papers, and then rode home. The ride was all of about 3/4 of a mile RT and I'm exhausted from the effort. So I'll just have another swig of your elixir and go back to bed and let the magic continue.
Please don't ever change your formula!
Dear Daddy
I wish you were alive and healthy today so I could wish you a happy father's day!
Love
your daughter
mimi
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Originally Posted by mimitabby
Awww, me too.... :(
Dear B*tchcakes,
You are the sweetest little bike ever, and I will never tire of taking you out on the roads, paths, tracks and trails where you show me your stuff. You've carried me faithfully for miles and miles, and I'm so grateful.
I'm sorry I let you get dusty and your chain a little rusty over this winter, but it wasn't an easy time for me, either. We still had fun riding through the snow at Brown's Camp, didn't we?
So... I promise, as soon as I can afford it, I'll get you all trued, tightened, straightened and lubed, and we'll go out again.
Until then, can you please get by on my own little amounts of maintenance?
Thanks, and lots of love,
-Kitsune
Me three. L.Quote:
Originally Posted by kelownagirl
Me four. I miss my parents so much. I was thinking about my dad a lot last night when we were over at some friends' looking at pics of their trip to Washington and the WWII War Memorial. My dad didn't die in that war, but he (and my mom) were there when Pearl Harbor was bombed, (they ate dinner on the Arizona the night before!!!) at the start of the war, and he was there at the end. He was a decoder. When I was a kid, I had all this weird Japanese money to play with, that he brought home from the war. Also, in my bedroom is a teak chest that he bought for my mom in Hawaii, where he was stationed, before they sent all the wives home on a cruise ship. My mom (also passed away) had a job putting enough parts in a body bag to make an entire soldier. When I knew her, you never would have guessed. All you guys that have your parents still alive- you are so lucky.
Nanci
Not surprisingly, Nanci's parents were also very cool! What great stories.
My dad died in 1965 of a brain tumor. He was 35 years old, a high school history teacher and varsity baseball coach. I was 5 when he died, my brother was 2, and my sister 10 months old. He was known for being a slooow runner around the bases; he joked about it himself. I take comfort that it's genetic. I cannot imagine what life would've been like had I grown up with him. Not perfect, but different. To have been able to look to my dad for protection and approval as a little kid would've put a different spin on my personality, no doubt. He was a smart, funny, loving, generous man. He should have been here longer.
My dad was an engineer. He was the kind of guy that could fix anything. I mean anything! I lived in fear of using a tool from his basement workshop and not returning it to its place. When he died, when the minister read the eulogy, he talked about how my dad would be so excited to get to heaven, how he would have been so interested in "the mystery" of it all. When my mom died, I thought, how could the minister ever come up with a eulogy as memorable, and close to home, as that of my father, of my mother, who was a stay-at-home mom (they all were, then) but he talked about what a caregiver she was, how other peoples' needs were what she lived for. It's so true- how do they think of what to say...The program from her funeral is still in the pocket of that long black dress coat I wore- I never look at it, but I feel it when I wear that coat...
Isn't it weird, how you can dream about your parents any night, and it is just like they are still alive?
You guys that still have them- treasure every moment- that's all I can say.
I need to call my Mom tonight. This is the second Father's Day since my Dad died of prostate cancer. He was a wonderful, peaceful, patient, and funny man. Also smart and ... oh, the list could go on and on.
Yes he was, a wonderful man, I miss him every day.
Dear Summer Solstice,
Thank you for coming around, even though I don't believe it can possibly happen through the long, wet, cold, dark season in the eastern midwest part of this major land mass. Every winter solstice, I bravely tell myself to hang on, that we get one more minute of light a day, but I'm just whistling in the dark to keep my hopes up.
By April I know it will never be warm again. Then yesterday I got to start out on my bike at 6PM, ride hard for an hour, sit on the grass by the lake, look back on my beautiful city, relaxed and easy, stretch my back, eat my Sport Beans, help another cyclist with her tire, and ride back, hard as I could...all in the beautiful sunlight and perfect temperature.
Thank you for the hope with which you fill my heart. L.
I miss my mother and father bunches also. My mom died about 15 years ago (unbelievable -- it doesn't seem like that long ago) of esophageal cancer. She never smoked, drank, etc. -- just bad luck. My dad died around 12 years ago -- he was 80.
I was so close to both of them. I'm the youngest of 14 children and it just really felt strange when we had no leaders left to guide the clan. We're still all very close, however, and I know I'll get to see my parents again one day. :)
I haven't read a lot of these threads in a while, and the bit about the dads got to me too. I miss my dad tremendously, and it's funny, like Nanci said, that we can still dream about our departed ones as if they're still here!
So Dear Dad,
Hope you're doing well, wherever you are. Hope you're fishing a lot and doing the things you like to do and hanging out with all your family. Hope I see you WAY down the road!
I miss mine, too. He was so calm and level-headed. And wise. Things come up that I wish I could talk to him about and get his take. He didn't talk much, but what he said was always good. Or deeply funny. He had a crazy dry wit. And he loved my son dearly.
SKnot probably won't remember him as he grows up, and that's what makes me cry.
Dear women I saw riding today:
I am SO excited you were exercising. You were out with your friends in your sweats, road riding on your mountain bikes, usually in groups of two. You were enjoying the cool morning air and catching up on your friends' life. Just a casual ride. Isn't cycling great?
Please don't take this wrong, but PLEASE wear a helmet. I don't want you to miss a single minute of the wonderful lives you lead because you are dead or have a brain injury.
Come on, women! All the men riders I saw were wearing helmets, but none of you women riders were wearing one, except for my group. Granted, helmets can mess up the 'do, but so can a head injury.
Sincerely,
A concerned woman
Father's day doesn't make me weepy for my Dad, it's October and hunting season that does it for me. Some of my best memories with my Dad involve a dead deer or elk - or one that got away. (Yeah, I'm pretty redneck)
He taught me how to change a bike tire, the difference between a flat and phillips screwdriver, how to shift a car (going up mountain passes, I was in charge of shifting, he just worked the clutch), how to ride and train a horse, and gave me quite a (ahem) strong vocabulary.
The thing is, he's not my genetic father, but my siblings didn't find out 'til they were grown. It didn't matter to him, I was his, no matter how I got there. I apprecitate that.
Me too for the gazillionith time. I love hearing about all your dads. Also, you surprised some tears right out of my eyes!
Dear Daddy,
Man, do I miss you. I think about you every day and it doesn't seem at all like ten years have gone by since you died. I miss your intellect (who else could start a Scrabble game with "equinox"?), your wit, your incredibly clever and erudite limericks, your heart and soul, your concern about and interest in everything ("You got HOW MANY inches of snow in Seattle??"), your wisdom and humanity. I couldn't have had a more wonderful human being for a dad. I will never not miss you.
Wow! That's, what ... 120 points in the opening move? Maybe more. I'm assuming he got the x or the q on a double, but there may have been another double in there. Plus double word for the whole thing, and 50 for scrabbling. My dad experimented with 3D scrabble (where a word could go out one side of the board and continue from the opposite side as if it had wrapped around the back. If you were really lucky, you could triple a word 3 times. But eventually Mom and Dad dropped that experiment because it "clogged" up the board so fast. They also had a non-competitive rule, where they played for max total score.Quote:
Originally Posted by salsabike
Your Dad sounds like a fine person, a lot like Trek420's and mine. Weren't we all lucky to have 'em!!
Dear downstairs neighbors,
I'm a pretty tolerant person. I've put up with a lot in my life, having been an RA during college with the getting woken up at 3am because some idiot forgot their keys at the library which is three blocks away and open 24 hours and "didn't want to go back to get them"...oh, do I sound bitter?
It's probably because I have never had the misfortune of living around such inconsiderate people. You burn incense and blow cigarette smoke into my apartment. You have loud parties. You prop open the front door to our secure building to let your friends into these loud parties.
I'm okay with noise up to a certain point. I mean, it's weekend. This isn't like the time you had one on a Monday night when 3/4 of the building has to get up and go to work in the morning. I'm all right with it until say 10:30. Then you had best be quieting down or I will absolutely call the management on you and you will be caught (again) in violation of the quiet clause of your lease.
I'm just saying.
No love,
WD
Dear Mysterious Doctor Who Didn't Tell Me Your Name,
I am sorry you think you are special and can't follow the written protocol for requirements to be met before calling to schedule a patient. You probably shouldn't have hung up on me. Your life would be so much easier if you helped me conserve my limited resources and just followed the rules...
Nanci
Dear personnel office/selecting official,
Whoever has my application, please forward to the appropriate person and have them call me for an interview before I lose my mind anticipating the call. I seem to always have some sort of chaos in my life, but waiting to hear about this job is wearing on me - big time!
Sincerely,
FishDr wanting to be a BzzDr
Dear Hospital Building and Maintenence Services.
I do understand you're very busy people. As are we. We're in the middle of researching the cure for type II diabetes. We'd appreciate it next time you warn us when you turn off the VITAL gas supplies we need in order to keep our tissue cultures healthy.
Meanwhile both the research wing and the clinical department are requesting ear muffs. The alarms are getting to much to bear.
Dear Building and Grounds Manager,
Why, oh why, did you cut down the blueberry bushes outside the office? They had small green berries on them 2 weeks ago. I was hoping for a ripe berry today. But the bushes have been eliminated, chopped down, removed. Why??? Surely they were not in anyone's way, down there by the road on the side of the drive, inside the circle of manicured groundcover and poison ivy. For your information, I must have picked 20 quarts of blueberries off those two bushed last summer, and I shared them with everyone in my office (after I ate my fill of course - you can't expect them ALL to go in the picking bowl). Those berry bushes produced from early July until early September last year. If I got hungry at work and didn't have anything to eat, all I had to do was walk outside and pick berries. They were delicious, and nourishing, and full of anti-oxidants. Did you even realize that they were blueberry bushes before you had them cut down? I bet you didn't even tell the poor schmucks cutting them about the poison ivy.
Your truly,
A building tenant who is going to be hungry and grumpy this summer
dear bear gods,
can you please stay off the roads so i can go out and get a good ride in. also, can you please stay away from me while i'm trying to hike around with my sister when she gets into town.... i hear the salmon are in the creek, but not the one that i just happen to have a fishing pole next to i swear.
thanks much!
Dear three sisters-in-law--Now that you're all grown up, that is, over 50 years old, could one of you just once call your brother just to say "Hi, how are ya, bro? How's life treating you? I love you" instead of ONLY calling when you need money or want him to fix something for you or to move one of your loser boyfriends out of your house? Jeez!
Geez, Deb, that is awful! What a waste! there's nothing nicer than a blueberry bush.. and now they're gone.Quote:
Originally Posted by DebW
Dear Contractor,
Congratulations. It's, like, a week into our house expansion project and you have already managed to find a problem that will raise the cost by $15,000-$30,000. Pretty cool. You just used up all our budgeted surplus in one move. And if you don't get back here soon to clean up the HUGE hole in the yard and the mountains of dirt, I personally will hunt you down and make you watch The Goddess Kring on the local public access channel until you fix the problem. Arrgh.
PS The Goddess Kring is a large young woman who does an odd little show of her own on public access TV that involves weird costumes, lots of make-up and glitter, nudity, candles, cosmic-sounding music, and goofy dancing. It's absolutely bizarre.
Good lord, has that woman ever worn a bra? Those b00bs are close to her navel!Quote:
Originally Posted by salsabike
Dear Comcast Cable TV: Please try to do something about the sound quality. Going from whisper quiet to ear splitting -- on the same channel, within minutes is getting really old.
**anybody out there have a dish? Opinions on Direct TV and Dish Network wanted**
Dear Board of Registerd Nursing,
Perhaps this is too much to ask, but could you make an effort to streamline the approval process for applicants? I realize that we have spent the previous four years of our lives working toward this goal, and that waiting 10-30 days for the results of our NCLEX examination to post should not be too much to ask. However, one would think that servicing a state reknowned for it's ability to utilize the newest trends in computers, this would be a faster process. Or perhaps you could meerly allow us to use the service offered by the testing people, so that we can at least know that we passed this gods-forsaken-exam- from-Heck!! Please, our sanity is in your hands.
Dear Dishnetwork peeps,
Your sound/picture quality and customer service is great.
You never laugh (to my face) when the problem turns out to be "M'am, you have your remote on TV, not SAT" or "M'am is the DVR plugged in? Very good, is there anything else I can help you with? (like how to tie your shoes)".
I'm sure after I'm off the phone you group message the office "hey, got a live one! And she works for .... "* :p
And you're customer service is union and in the US, not that people in India aren't faaaaaabulous and need and deserve good jobs too.
Thank you Dishnetwork guy, OLN was on before I even finished chatting about the Tour with you. :D
Thank you for carrying Free Speach TV and tons of cool educational channels and rural channels too.
Could you please just get Logo so I could catch re-runs of the movie about ALC 5?
*disclosure to TE I work for AT&T, formerly known as SBC, formerly known as Pacific Bell, formerly known as AT&T.....an affiliate of Dish, now back to your regular TE program.
Dear Chatty Cathys,
That sure was a nice ride today, all rural and rolling and little county roads. Um, did you even notice that minute or two when we actually had traffic in both directions at the same time? How about the fact that the oncoming traffic was having to pull over far enough to drive in the weeds on the 18 inch shoulder? Maybe next time you can stop flapping your lips long enough to suck it in and ride single file for a few hundred yards. I didn't mean to be rude when I pulled around and rode away, you seemed like a nice bunch of gals, but I really didn't want anyone assuming I was with you after you drove several vehicles very near the ditch.
Share the road,
fixedgeargirl
Hang in there, Mikki. You'll have that thin envelope in your hands very, very soon. (In my day, a thin envelope meant you passed. A thick one meant you were taking the test again.) Then you get to decide you want to be an APN in some specialty and wait for the equivalent of that thin envelope some day...:D ...let me be the first to say: Welcome to the field. You are a nurse. You just don't have the paper quite yet. L.Quote:
Originally Posted by mikki