Dear People who like tender moments...

This is a message from a father who's wife's birthday was yesterday. They have 6 kids, 2 daughter in-laws, and one grand baby. Each with very different schedules. The youngest of which is 12. The dad took her shopping then out to a bite to eat, they spent the whole day together. They hadn't spent a whole day alone in 26 years. At the end of the day the kids put together a surprise birthday for their mom. And after they surprised her they each handed her a rose stating the thing they loved most about her.


This is the message from the father the next day: *names in the message have been changed* ENJOY!


Dear Patrick Kids,

Yesterday, your mothers birthday was one of the most memorable days of my life. You all worked together to clear the day so I could shower your mother with surprises of love.

Your mother has sacrificed over 25 years to enable each of you to become the GREAT individuals you are. She's done this with no raise, promotion, award, degree, or any expectation other than your love and tenderness.

Yesterday was a great priceless gift of eternal love; I know she will ALWAYS remember it.

I'll remember it as the day you gave me as well, for I had the honor of spending the entire day with her. We laughed, reflected on each of you kids, and dreamed of a future were we would have many more days spending them like yesterday.

Thank you Michael, Brittany, James, Scott, Emma, Joseph, Annette, Mary, and Bridgette for an amazing day. I love all of you so much. xo :-)


This is what I call love.

Dear people who have kids and get folded kids menus at restaurants..

You know people have to fold those menus. They don't just come all wrapped up and pretty like that.

So, when you just come back for more menus to keep your rowdy, loud children entertained.
Don't get me wrong. I love children.

I fold the menus at my work...they smell funny and feel like cheap news papers. Its weird. And now I don't like crayons. Especially orange, red, blue, green, and brown ones.

Do you like the smell of crayons? I don't.

Dear people who hate public toilets like I do..

Cleaning poop off public toilets are not fun...


End of story.

Dear people who can relate to this...

You know those times when you just don't care? Well I had one of those today.

I was in the shower.
While showering it came time to shave. I shaved my armpits and right as I was lathering up soap on my legs and taking a razor to one I had a thought. It went like this...

Me thinking to myself:

Hmmm...maybe I'll shave

Ehhh...wait a minute my boyfriend is out of town.. Hmm guess I don't care.

When you guys are out of town, we have expectations like, have weekends full of all girl nights. Dancing, singing pillow fights.

When in reality, not shaving our legs is what us, women do when you men are out of town.

Dear people who like funny stories part 2...

Have you ever been called stupid? Or been told to shut up?

I have too.

I have a story for you...yes you!

So the other day I got called stupid. You may be thinking, "No way! NO freakin' big deal." BUT! You'll giggle to yourself after you find out the WHOLE story.

So anyways, there is this girl I know named Bethe. Bethe has frizzy short red hair and she happens to be autistic. Not very autistic just kind of. And she's very blunt. I love Bethe because she always speaks her mind and tells the truth.

About 3 days ago, on Wednesday I was with Bethe and a bunch of other people. We were all sitting there talking and I kept accidentally interrupting Bethe. I didn't actually realize it UNTIL Bethe said something that shocked me.

"ANNA!! SHUT UP! You keep interrupting me! Thats RUDE! SHUT UP NO ONE WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK!!"

I just sat there and then said, "Sorry Bethe. My bad homeslice." She just scoffed at me and continued quietly as to what she was trying to say the whole time.

I guess I was talking a lot. And now I wonder if that was an honest moment of Bethe's when she said, "No one wants to listen to you talk."


Hmmm...

Dear people who like what happens in my house...

SO just about 15 minutes ago I come downstairs to get on my computer and I look over...guess what happens next?

OH YEAH! I see papers...guess what happens next?

I read the title of the papers...and they say, "What to say when you talk to yourself." Who talks to themselves? Pft. Not me.

And probably not you either. Now I must read the paper to see what I really should be saying to myself because I guess I'm not sure how.


Annalise Karr