Dear So and So

[KkAllez]

Dear God,

Please let me pass the NCLEX-PN, the ACT, AND get into RN school in January. I promise that I will NEVER complain about being puked on by a patient again.

Kik

[smurfalicious]

Dear Jerk Who Dumped Random Car Stuff in the BLM -

Thank you, for thoughtlessly dumping on public lands. You, unlike your household trash dumping peers have risen above with this effort. Unfortunately the trash fairies haven't come along yet, to clean up after you, so my bike, and almost my knees, paid for your laziness.

How was I supposed to know that while I was focusing on my line through that rock garden that my rear wheel would hit your metallic trash, spin forward and wedge it unceremoniously into my beloved bike. Thankfully I caught my fall, or you'd be in big trouble, mister!

So as I took off my back wheel to unstick this metal mess, I counted bent spokes, mourning that it wedge between two cogs on my cassette, and thanked gawd it didn't hurt my derailluer. Next time you need $16 for the dump fee, ask me, I'll give it to you, happily.

-HillBill

[roughingit]

Dear Wimfull Wind Gods,

Please limit your activities to the hours in which I am not trying to bicycle. I would not mind so much except that when I start out, I am always facing a strong headwind, and by the time I turn around, the wind has reversed. If that is not possible, I would be more apreciative if you could simply alter this trend to give me tail winds in both directions instead.

Yours Windedly,
Roughingit

[MomOnBike]

Dear Weather Gods,
attn: Rain Gods:

Was it something I said?

Now, while I remember saying that I'm not a cold-weather wimp, I don't remember saying that I enjoy/love/prefer to ride in the rain. Did I?

The band of really wet, windy weather that you parked over the route of my first bike tour was not at all nice of you. Now was that necessary?

I could almost accept that, but the sudden drenching rainstorm two days ago, complete with thunder and lightning really was over the top, don't you think? I've had less water come down on my head in a small waterfall. My helmet is still dripping, the bike seat is still soggy, and I'm just tired of it. I did not buy my nice aluminum bike to be a foul-weather bike. Really.

Please, whatever I did, I didn't mean it, and I'll never do it again. Just turn off the taps.

Soggily yours,
MomOnBike

[weathergal]

Dear Nashbar website people,

It would be nice if you included a little more information with your sizing charts. Having a waist measurement only may be useful for men. But for me, a pear-shaped woman with a relatively small waist and huge hips, it tells me squat about if your shorts will fit me or not. I'm really glad I found the TE website, which does not have this problem.

Will be buying bike clothing elsewhere,
weathergal

[yellow]

Dear Weather Gods,
attn: Rain Gods:

Was it something I said?

Oh MoB...I so feel your pain. May you pass through this tough time with dignity and grace.

[kaybee]

To My 47-Year-Old Mind and Body:

Would the two of you PLEASE try to agree on what we can and cannot do?

KB

[Technotart]

Dear Gods of higher education

[Technotart]

Dear Gods of higher education

Please let the next ten weeks they call the summer semester pass quickly and painlessly. Please let me pass with good grace, and keep me from being so sick of school that I have hope of making it through the last two semesters and graduating in May......

[yellow]

(I had to resurrect this based on my lovely evening...)

Dear Interior Designers of the 70s,

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING when you installed "popcorn" ceilings throughout my house?

(And what was I thinking when I thought I could paint it???).

Love,
Paint covered whiney moany home repair gal.

[KkAllez]

Dear Gods of higher education

Please let the next ten weeks they call the summer semester pass quickly and painlessly. Please let me pass with good grace, and keep me from being so sick of school that I have hope of making it through the last two semesters and graduating in May......

I'm right there with ya! Who ever told me microbiology was a science class lied. Micro is a closet foreign language! My husband hears over and over, "I'm so sick of studying I could puke."