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
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