Why do you plague me so? I can't even blame all the mess on Peter because he can't reach that high. I suppose one day (hopefully before Wednesday) you will work yourself out and be a tidy house. I guess I'll help with the tidying process, but could you maybe send Mary Poppins by just for the afternoon? That would be practically perfect in every way!!
Love,
Morgan
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Dear Ronnie Day
You are amazing.
I have always known this,
since I listened to your first song,
first, and second cds,
and now you come out with this new song.
I love it. I can't explain how much.
Had to share,
-Julie
ps: Ronnie...babies? -highfive- :D
I have always known this,
since I listened to your first song,
first, and second cds,
and now you come out with this new song.
I love it. I can't explain how much.
Had to share,
-Julie
ps: Ronnie...babies? -highfive- :D
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Dear migraine
Dear migraine,
I dispise you.
I don't care that i have had very few of you for the last month.
Screw you
Love,
Rachel
Sent from my new Windows Phone!
Vc
(which i hate,too. Stupid touch screen keyboard. )
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Dear german chocolate cake,
I hate you. You are poison to me. Yet the others can eat you.
You sat on my pretty platter for days, aggravating and tempting me.
I even had a dream that I ate you. You were good, but then I cried and cried because I knew that one moment of taste exhilaration was going to make me sick for 4 days. And it could lead to a wheat eating spree.
The dream was so real that I didn't take a bite of you.
You did make me angry. Angry that I couldn't have the foods I craved. Angry that what my mouth wanted and what hurt me was the same thing.
Get off my pretty platter NOW evil cake!
Love,
Rachel
You sat on my pretty platter for days, aggravating and tempting me.
I even had a dream that I ate you. You were good, but then I cried and cried because I knew that one moment of taste exhilaration was going to make me sick for 4 days. And it could lead to a wheat eating spree.
The dream was so real that I didn't take a bite of you.
You did make me angry. Angry that I couldn't have the foods I craved. Angry that what my mouth wanted and what hurt me was the same thing.
Get off my pretty platter NOW evil cake!
Love,
Rachel
Dear Quinoa,
Dear Quinoa,
I love you.
Some might think from your name that you are a nutty warrior princess.
You are instead a nutty grain that is gluten free.
A perfect grain, with all the amino acids you need to unlock protein all in one bite. (unlike beans which need rice) (really, I learned that on a grain box)
I love how tiny you are. I love how I know you're done cooking...when you lose your single curly hair that was wrapped around the ball of a grain.
I love you in the morning (for breakfast with sunflower seeds and diced apple)
I love you in the afternoon
I love you in the evening.
I love you right now. Mixed with rice syrup, sesame seeds and date syrup. (I'm not allergic to date syrup, am I?)
Quinoa, I know you have a lot of different lovers. And a lot of people look up to you (as an ingredient in their profitable sales)
One person who loves you is Oskri Organics.
They turned you into the above bar that I'm eating now.
Even typing about it makes me hungry for another bite. Heavens, you're yummy!
I'm so happy to have staved off another food emergency with you in such a tasty bar.
Please be my friend too, Quinoa.
Let me know, okay?
___Yes ___No
(Check one)
Love, either way,
Rachel
I love you.
Some might think from your name that you are a nutty warrior princess.
You are instead a nutty grain that is gluten free.
A perfect grain, with all the amino acids you need to unlock protein all in one bite. (unlike beans which need rice) (really, I learned that on a grain box)
I love how tiny you are. I love how I know you're done cooking...when you lose your single curly hair that was wrapped around the ball of a grain.
I love you in the morning (for breakfast with sunflower seeds and diced apple)
I love you in the afternoon
I love you in the evening.
I love you right now. Mixed with rice syrup, sesame seeds and date syrup. (I'm not allergic to date syrup, am I?)
Quinoa, I know you have a lot of different lovers. And a lot of people look up to you (as an ingredient in their profitable sales)
One person who loves you is Oskri Organics.
They turned you into the above bar that I'm eating now.
Even typing about it makes me hungry for another bite. Heavens, you're yummy!
I'm so happy to have staved off another food emergency with you in such a tasty bar.
Please be my friend too, Quinoa.
Let me know, okay?
___Yes ___No
(Check one)
Love, either way,
Rachel
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Dear food
Dear Wheat, corn, dairy, oatmeal, potato, tomato, spices, sugar (and every thing nice)
I hate you.
You make me feel sick. You give me migraines. You make me tired and ache. Or you did in 2003 to 2006. It's been since Mark's pregnancy and I had to drop the diet to save my gallbladder that I welcomed you back into my life.
Now that my health is settling down, I think you it make a difference to break up. And this damn migraines, I realize the usually helpful med had side effects I can't tolerate. Very unsettling. So I'd rather not tolerate being around you.
So here I go. Starting upon waking tomorrow, I will no longer eat you. And for the next 3 days I will crave you to the point of anger. I will dream about you. And just when I'm happy and healthier, day 10 will have me wanting you again.
Even once I've rid my body of you for this deep, strict elimination portion of my diet (in 3 weeks or more), I will hate you at every party, every holiday, every gathering, every dropped off treat, every family meal, every food advertisement, every birthday.
But I've enjoyed normal foods long enough. It makes me cry to remember starving and the painful mealtimes until 6 months after my gallbladder surgery, but I can't keep eating you to make up for the lost time.
So please, it's not me, it's you. You are bad for so many reasons, yet you force yourselves into my belly. Please quit stalking me.
Love,
Rachel.
I hate you.
You make me feel sick. You give me migraines. You make me tired and ache. Or you did in 2003 to 2006. It's been since Mark's pregnancy and I had to drop the diet to save my gallbladder that I welcomed you back into my life.
Now that my health is settling down, I think you it make a difference to break up. And this damn migraines, I realize the usually helpful med had side effects I can't tolerate. Very unsettling. So I'd rather not tolerate being around you.
So here I go. Starting upon waking tomorrow, I will no longer eat you. And for the next 3 days I will crave you to the point of anger. I will dream about you. And just when I'm happy and healthier, day 10 will have me wanting you again.
Even once I've rid my body of you for this deep, strict elimination portion of my diet (in 3 weeks or more), I will hate you at every party, every holiday, every gathering, every dropped off treat, every family meal, every food advertisement, every birthday.
But I've enjoyed normal foods long enough. It makes me cry to remember starving and the painful mealtimes until 6 months after my gallbladder surgery, but I can't keep eating you to make up for the lost time.
So please, it's not me, it's you. You are bad for so many reasons, yet you force yourselves into my belly. Please quit stalking me.
Love,
Rachel.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Dear 98.4 FM seattle
I love what comes into my ears. I love how you wakes me up and gets me moving. I love how you play all day and night that great club style beat. I could do without the songs about tempting guys into bed and how you're killing yourself at ten because of I don't know what. I changed stations and really only understood half of that teenage dialect
Despitethose rare lunch time songs
, I keep coming to you and I want to share you with everyone. And I can! Its online, streaming live from some high school here. Bing it!
Oh 98.4, thanks for being my rock (beat.)
Love Rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Despitethose rare lunch time songs
, I keep coming to you and I want to share you with everyone. And I can! Its online, streaming live from some high school here. Bing it!
Oh 98.4, thanks for being my rock (beat.)
Love Rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Dear teletubbies
I love you. I want to kiss your sweet bellies.
After all these years, or two, I still remember your names.
Po is red with a circle thing
LaLa is yellow with a curly thing
Dipsy is green with a straight thing
Tinky winky is purple with a triangle thing (yes I think you are gay)
And I did this all at a doc office days after seeing one episode
With child number one, I wished evil rashes upon all those who wore the costumes.
I used your cult like toddler following to my advantage with my second child. Your theme song that was burned into my brain came in handy later. It came to mind when I soothed a wiggly child thru another kidney ultrasound. It worked.
5 years later when number 3 came along, I watched a 5 and 7 year old protest that they were too old to watch you, yet they couldn't turn away. We recorded your episodes by then and turned them into a dvd. It was a baby tranquilizer when I had doctor appt. I enjoy watching you belly tv from all over the world. It was like traveling from my couch. A reminder that I'm not the only mom like me.
By this time I memorized your names and even borrowed a LaLa (the red one) costume to dress her in for halloween. The photo is on my wall. And we watched on, eager for fresh episodes.
Slowly those episodes were recorded over when number 3 outgrew you and as number 4 came along. I missed a lot of firsts with him. Because the kids only watched recorded tv, he never saw them.
So last week something triggered the need to induct my son. I found that old dvd. I watched my 4th, and last, giggle and wave and talk to the sun. I saw him recognize the green hill as a house and ask for it to be opened.
I watched him point to bunnies. I saw him giggle and move while you danced a silly dance. You would love his silly elbow dance.
And I am happy to know I was here for this first that really was important to me. I'm more in love with you today than ever before.
Once again, I'm sorry I teased you and wished horrible things upon you!
Only Love and awe(i promise),
Rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
After all these years, or two, I still remember your names.
Po is red with a circle thing
LaLa is yellow with a curly thing
Dipsy is green with a straight thing
Tinky winky is purple with a triangle thing (yes I think you are gay)
And I did this all at a doc office days after seeing one episode
With child number one, I wished evil rashes upon all those who wore the costumes.
I used your cult like toddler following to my advantage with my second child. Your theme song that was burned into my brain came in handy later. It came to mind when I soothed a wiggly child thru another kidney ultrasound. It worked.
5 years later when number 3 came along, I watched a 5 and 7 year old protest that they were too old to watch you, yet they couldn't turn away. We recorded your episodes by then and turned them into a dvd. It was a baby tranquilizer when I had doctor appt. I enjoy watching you belly tv from all over the world. It was like traveling from my couch. A reminder that I'm not the only mom like me.
By this time I memorized your names and even borrowed a LaLa (the red one) costume to dress her in for halloween. The photo is on my wall. And we watched on, eager for fresh episodes.
Slowly those episodes were recorded over when number 3 outgrew you and as number 4 came along. I missed a lot of firsts with him. Because the kids only watched recorded tv, he never saw them.
So last week something triggered the need to induct my son. I found that old dvd. I watched my 4th, and last, giggle and wave and talk to the sun. I saw him recognize the green hill as a house and ask for it to be opened.
I watched him point to bunnies. I saw him giggle and move while you danced a silly dance. You would love his silly elbow dance.
And I am happy to know I was here for this first that really was important to me. I'm more in love with you today than ever before.
Once again, I'm sorry I teased you and wished horrible things upon you!
Only Love and awe(i promise),
Rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Dear Teletubbies,
today is my first day watching you.
I am appalled, a bit disturbed, and amazed at what your show contains.
To start, there is a sun, made of a baby head.
That's OK , I guess....but odd that it blankly stares in no particular direction, even in the short time you see it.
This followed by some children feeding chickens, introducing a vacuum that talks in sucking sounds, and a complication over spilling 'tubby pudding' on one character's seat. How was this issue resolved? By first shoving characters out of their sit, in order to sit in theirs, and then singing a song, which uniquely had the lyrics 'No where to sit' repeated 4 times. Creative. Little did you guys know, that this was the cue for the vacuum to come clean the seat. Then the problem of being in the wrong seats wrapped up the show. How much the children learn!
Let's not even talk about the voices. Really? What ARE you saying? Whoever made your voices teletubbies, should be hurt. Hurt in a way most people shouldn't be. Slowly, with sharp pointy things, until there are tears.
No bitterness or anger here. Just amazed at the franchise....at the content of it....
Thoroughly confused and feeling more stupid due to the time lost in watching,
-Julie
I am appalled, a bit disturbed, and amazed at what your show contains.
To start, there is a sun, made of a baby head.
That's OK , I guess....but odd that it blankly stares in no particular direction, even in the short time you see it.
This followed by some children feeding chickens, introducing a vacuum that talks in sucking sounds, and a complication over spilling 'tubby pudding' on one character's seat. How was this issue resolved? By first shoving characters out of their sit, in order to sit in theirs, and then singing a song, which uniquely had the lyrics 'No where to sit' repeated 4 times. Creative. Little did you guys know, that this was the cue for the vacuum to come clean the seat. Then the problem of being in the wrong seats wrapped up the show. How much the children learn!
Let's not even talk about the voices. Really? What ARE you saying? Whoever made your voices teletubbies, should be hurt. Hurt in a way most people shouldn't be. Slowly, with sharp pointy things, until there are tears.
No bitterness or anger here. Just amazed at the franchise....at the content of it....
Thoroughly confused and feeling more stupid due to the time lost in watching,
-Julie
Friday, January 29, 2010
Dear garlic jims pizza guy
You gave me a pizza for free, after I ordered 4 large pizzas.
I told you I wanted to marry you.
I guess my hand is cheap.
When I went to pick them up, you liked my road-cone orange socks.
I Love you,
Love, rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
I told you I wanted to marry you.
I guess my hand is cheap.
When I went to pick them up, you liked my road-cone orange socks.
I Love you,
Love, rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Dear heather
Dear heather, jen and cindy's sil
I love you and your hands. You helped me finished the stitches and tie all the ties of Kates comfort blanket. You are amazing to stay bust with me during the big board game. Thanks for helping me, in very close circumstances, get this quilt tied in one day. I feel much closer to you now, even after we scooted our chairs away from each other.
I like you so much, love,rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
I love you and your hands. You helped me finished the stitches and tie all the ties of Kates comfort blanket. You are amazing to stay bust with me during the big board game. Thanks for helping me, in very close circumstances, get this quilt tied in one day. I feel much closer to you now, even after we scooted our chairs away from each other.
I like you so much, love,rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Dear Plants vs Zombies
I love your letters!
"Hello,
This iz your Muther. Please come over to my house for 'Meatloaf' Leave your front door open and your lawn unguarded.
Sincerely, Mom (not the Zombies)"
And? what better to accompany that, than BassHunter!
Your upbeat music makes the day go by so fast!
Continue being awesome, I appreciate it!
Love,
Julie
"Hello,
This iz your Muther. Please come over to my house for 'Meatloaf' Leave your front door open and your lawn unguarded.
Sincerely, Mom (not the Zombies)"
And? what better to accompany that, than BassHunter!
Your upbeat music makes the day go by so fast!
Continue being awesome, I appreciate it!
Love,
Julie
Dear thermal underwater,
You warm me, heart and soul. As. Walk kate to school on this nippy morning, I really feel like I have my fuzzy bathrobe on. And on top of that, you are "Gs". I've got the Hots for you, baby And I might buy the rest of your family.
With All the heat like passion,
Love
rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
With All the heat like passion,
Love
rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Dear weighted belt
Dear weighted belt,
Where have you been all my life? Or atleast, where have you been since I started my life at pool therapy? You gig my just right around the middle, without reminded me of the 30 extra pounds I carry around. Your sweet pockets with adjustable weights, your got colors that blend well with my swimsuit,
I especially go crazy for your quick buckle . Oh how I love things that are fast.
Oh belt, don't throw this letter away before I tell your why I really love you. You make It possible for me to walk 2 mph on the underwater treadmill! I can walk not run because of the extra weight. I can move quickly without the fear of splashing water out of the pool. When I get in the pool, my painful areas float away. I don't have want added pressure to my painful areas, and you do just that! Thank you for making my pool goals and dreams come alive!
Love, your number one fan,
rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Where have you been all my life? Or atleast, where have you been since I started my life at pool therapy? You gig my just right around the middle, without reminded me of the 30 extra pounds I carry around. Your sweet pockets with adjustable weights, your got colors that blend well with my swimsuit,
I especially go crazy for your quick buckle . Oh how I love things that are fast.
Oh belt, don't throw this letter away before I tell your why I really love you. You make It possible for me to walk 2 mph on the underwater treadmill! I can walk not run because of the extra weight. I can move quickly without the fear of splashing water out of the pool. When I get in the pool, my painful areas float away. I don't have want added pressure to my painful areas, and you do just that! Thank you for making my pool goals and dreams come alive!
Love, your number one fan,
rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Friday, January 22, 2010
Dear Plants vs Zombies
You make me smile.
"Hello- We herd you were having a pool party. We think that iz fun. Well be rite over. Sincerely, the Zombies"
Love,
Nanny Julie
"Hello- We herd you were having a pool party. We think that iz fun. Well be rite over. Sincerely, the Zombies"
Love,
Nanny Julie
Friday, January 15, 2010
Dear six word stories,
I love you. You make me think hard about what is important about a moment. I'm an horrible over user of the English language. Why use 1 word when 10 can do the same job?
I'm glad I was listening to NPR a few months ago when they wrote a story about you. And I'm thankful I have the internet to search for you all these months.
Though the first known 6 word story was so depressing...
For sale. Baby shoes, never worn.
.....I hope for a more positive future.
Better said
Six word stories. I love you.
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
I'm glad I was listening to NPR a few months ago when they wrote a story about you. And I'm thankful I have the internet to search for you all these months.
Though the first known 6 word story was so depressing...
For sale. Baby shoes, never worn.
.....I hope for a more positive future.
Better said
Six word stories. I love you.
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
Friday, January 8, 2010
Dear Cost Plus,
While I wait for Kate's Speech Therapy, I find myself wandering through Cost Plus. Eyes darting to the left, a red sign. Surley to mean that the items near are less than usual. 75% off!? If I had dog ears (odd to imagine, but I do it frequently, no judging!) they would be perked right up...
What is this? Chocolate covered things with peppermint on top?
DONE.
Once I am done, I have found great deals on boxes (I have an obsession with boxes, and for the past couple weeks, collecting things to make my own gift baskets, although I'm not sure for who, or when), and find that the delicious covered pretzels and popcorn I have are 69 cents....
So as I wrap up my morning adventures,
I must confess,
Cost Plus, I love you.
You made me the happiest I have been in at least a week.
Let's meet up again soon?
PS: my wandering to Ben Franklin and likely Target do not mean anything! I love you the most.
Sincerely,
Nanny Julie
What is this? Chocolate covered things with peppermint on top?
DONE.
Once I am done, I have found great deals on boxes (I have an obsession with boxes, and for the past couple weeks, collecting things to make my own gift baskets, although I'm not sure for who, or when), and find that the delicious covered pretzels and popcorn I have are 69 cents....
So as I wrap up my morning adventures,
I must confess,
Cost Plus, I love you.
You made me the happiest I have been in at least a week.
Let's meet up again soon?
PS: my wandering to Ben Franklin and likely Target do not mean anything! I love you the most.
Sincerely,
Nanny Julie
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