randomness & the dear so & so letters.

i am uber excited its friday! that means the next 2 days will be filled with NOTHING IN PARTICULAR and i don't have to be anywhere i don't want to freaking be! i am enjoying waking up ON TIME the last few days and have been pestering bbm'ing lovely wake-up messages to kelli as early as 6 am [but NOT before! jeezum crowe, she might lop my head off for that!]

i signed up for this weight loss thing. i'm not going to go into detail as i completely humiliated myself more than once on my old blog by losing tons of weight and gaining right back. blah. i hate that i even admitted that! but check out the button on my side links or go to bloggerhood of the traveling not so fat pants. it's pretty neat. i'm really excited to be a part of this and hopefully i'll do better if i'm held accountable to someone other than myself.

in other news, i have a date tonight with my rlbff mandaroonie and i'm muy excited! we haven't hung out in for-everrr and i'm hoping that this will help us to get over this hump of being too dang busy to get together and do anything. she just had a baby not too long ago and is being initiated into mommyhood the proper way: sleepless nights, grueling father's, the sickies, etc.! poor her!

update: and initiated even more in lack of finding a babysitter! ugh!

just because i love my friday night fright session with my ladies, i'm dvr'ing ghost whisperer so that we can still veg out and watch it later on. =)

alllllllllllrightyyyyy then!

dear so & so letters.

brought to you by: kat @ 3bedroombungalow.

i read cassies, linked to kat, and thought it was neat so decided to give it a try. so here goes:

dear blabbermouthed rule breaker,

look, i KNOW you run your mouth behind my back. i KNOW you lie straight to my face. i KNOW your game. and it will not work. rules are rules. policy is policy. if you don't like the regulations, stipulations, provisos, etc, then FIND YOURSELF ANOTHER SERVICE. i don't need clients like you taking up my time, my day, or creating extra stress in my workplace because you can't follow simple.policy.

oh yeah, and your facebook account? yeah. that was me. i hacked into it. i changed everything around to make it sound like your idea of a great first date is a one-way ticket straight to tijuana! no luggage required! maybe you should have thought about what it is that i could be capable of doing before you decided to contact someone you thought was your friend about something that you didn't know anything about and then lie to my face about it. how do i know it was a lie?? your facebook e mails, lame brain. have you ever heard of "delete after sending?" didn't think so.

yours truly,

pissed off & quiet about it.

__________

dear bi-polar-ex-husband,

eventually you will get yours. but i survived you. you may be able to get away with your shit ways for now, but eventually, someone more crazy, more bi-polar than you is going to happen along your path. and then you will either finally get yours, or y'all will kill each other. i'm fine with either really.

your existence on this earth, no matter how minute, is disgusting to me. knowing you will be once again be breathing the same city air that i breathe, taking in the same sights that i see, makes this town reek of sulphur in my nostrils and to seriously consider moving.

i have eyes. and i see all. and you don't even know it. i'll be one step ahead of you for the rest of your life. you'll never know where i've been or where i'm going, but i'll always know where you were and will be. because you taught me so much about life, love, and trust. you taught me to assume that every hand raised is against me. any

love offered was a joke, and trust...we won't even go there. because you taught me so much about trust that i don't even remember the days i had my rose colored glasses. and those days were my favorite. when everyone was good, kind, honest, and had no ulterior motives.

but i do have to say, in closing, thank you. i hid behind those rose colored glasses because that was my wall of protection from what i endured growing up. you helped me to remove that insane notion that life was a box of chocolates instead of like a box of chocolates. thank you for opening my eyes and being able to grow and mature and put on a little bit more armor so that when the next wife-beating asshole decides to try and make me his next punching bag i'd be smart enough to S.I.N.G. first and get the fuck outta there. so take care slime ball, because i know when your next court date is, and i'll be skulking somewhere in the shadows, making sure that this time when you're ass is thrown back in jail, your little 21-year-old girlfriend won't be able to foot your bail again.

p.s. and if you ever touch my kid again, i'll hunt you down, and show you exactly what it is that should be done to people who inflict pain on children.

__________


dear rain,

i really do love you. i love how you smell, the way you sound, the way you look. tap-tap-tapping on my roof, drop-drop-dropping on the concrete. the sounds reverberate inside my brain until i drift blissfully to a little cat-nap where i can be rid of all worry, fear, and anger. front porch swings were made for these days cuddled up with a blanket, a book, an iPod, or a cup of hot tea/cocoa.

you know what i love MOST about you rain? i love that when you rain a lot, like you have been lately, the creek swells up to touch my fenceline. and speaking of fences, do you think, rain, that you could take a tiny trip? a trip away from the midwest for just a bit? although i adore the fact that you cleverly hide my tears, i really really really would love it if my neighbor would put the fence back up on the side of the house [he stupidly thought he could take it down, replace the posts, and put a new fence back in all on 1 sunday afternoon about 3 weeks ago. i really want you to do this for me because he can't fix the fence unless the ground is dry. and i really need the fence fixed. because my ladies are stuck inside the house. and they're starting to get on my nerves.

much thanks,

rain-loving-mama.