Dear So and So

[indysteel]

That's awesome, Catrin. I hope she continues to improve and is able to enjoy the holiday.

[Sky King]

to the Director of As the World Turns,

I will have to trust that all is meant to be. Wasn't planning on my Dad being in the hospital right now. Trying not to stress or be resentful that the 48 hours my kiddos will be home will now need to be juggled with hospital time. And yes Mom, I can feel you on my shoulder and yes, I am taking care of Dad just like I promised. Thanks DH for taking care of me!

[indysteel]

(((Sky King))). I hope your father gets better and is out of the hospital ASAP.

[alexis_the_tiny]

Yay for Mimi and Catrin!!

{{Sky King}} I hope things get better...

Dear all, happy holidays to everyone, no matter what you celebrate. Have a virtual cookie. The chocolate crackles I'm giving out this year are especially delicious, if I do say so myself...

[indysteel]

Dear Mom,

I've come along way in accepting that your interpersonal skills are, in a word, lacking but could you please not ask me a question only to then rush me through, or talk over, my answer. It drives me nuts. It will make for a more pleasant holiday if you could, oh I dunno, just listen to me for a change.

Thanks,

Your relunctantly loving daughter

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

Mimi, I'm SO HAPPY to hear about RD riding indoor 10 minute rides....amazing and wonderful!

[7rider]

Dear Delivery Guy/Contractor/Whoever Comes to our Front Door:

We have a lovely long (although 1-car wide) driveway on the side of our house.
Leading from this driveway, we have a nice, gently curving paver walkway, flanked with lights and greenery and mulch. Pastoral, even.

So why does every mail carrier, UPS or FedEx guy, or contractor insist on parking (two tires on the grass) on the edge of the road and come stomping over our lawn to get to our front door???? If they feel it's an intrusion to park in our driveway, why can't they at least walk 10-feet to the driveway and come up the walkway?

Today, we had two guys doing an "audit" on the house in preparation for solar panels we'll have installed in the spring. Now granted, they had to get up on the roof. But, true to form, they stomped across the lawn into the house. Bringing mud on their boots with them. Nice, friendly, capable sort of guys. But geez. The mud.

It reminds me of the story I read (don't recall where...sorry) about the college campus that had a "problem" with students cutting across some plantings to get to the library (or cafeteria, or wherever). They put up signs. The signs were ignored. They tried shrubs. The students tore them up. They tried fencing. Knocked over. Finally, exasperated, they hired a landscaper to find a way to get students to not trample the plantings. The landscaper put down paving stones and created a walkway for the students. There. Problem solved. I feel like I need to do that down the middle of my front yard.

[Owlie]

Yay for Catrin's mom and RD!

Dear credit card:
Next month will be better, I promise. This month was weird, what with the Christmas presents to buy and DBF visiting (which meant more "going and doing" and eating out far more than normal).

Dear self:
Consider getting a job next quarter, if you can find somewhere that's hiring and will let you work around your school schedule.

Dear BF:
You've been gone for eight hours and I miss you terribly already.