letter from the postmaster

Last night when I came home I checked the mail and this was the one thing in the box that wasn't a bill.  For those of you who don't want to strain your eyes this says:

WE CARE
Dear Postal Customer:
We sincerely regret the damage to your mail during handling by the Postal Service.  We hope this incident did not inconvenience  you.  We realize that your mail is important to you and that you have every write to expect it to be delivered in good condition.
Although ever effort is made to prevent damage to the mail, occasionally this will occur because of the great volume handled and the rapid processing methods which must be employed to assure the most expeditious distribution possible.
We hope you understand.  W assure you that we are constantly striving to improve our processing methods in order that even a rare occurrence may be eliminated.
Sincerely,
Your Postmaster

This was what was inside.

Holy Crap... This is a little more than damage! I'm sure it was once a really cute Christmas card...and knowing the person who sent it, it was sent waaaaay before Christmas. I'm glad it wasn't some really important document or something.

Oh well.. at least it came with a sweet note from the postmaster :)

Bird's Problems

Ok I Love Banjo, you all know that by now.  He was my first puppy and he's just a big ol teddy bear that likes to carry things around in his mouth.  But this post is all about how how much I love my little Bird. 

She is my snuggle bunny and she's so little and perfectly fits in my indain style lap while I'm blow drying my hair and sleeps.  I think Birdie is a pretty dog with long eyelashes and a dainty little face, I mean her name is Pretty Bird.. just one thing bothers me...

She is THE most UNphotogenic dog IN THE WORLD!   She takes horrible pictures.  I don't think there isn't one photo of Birdie that I actually think she looks good in.  Banjo is a beautiful lab, every photo I take of him he looks gorgeous, like he should be on a dog food bag or something. ha

Here are some shots I took of my dogs today.  Please realize that every.single.photo. of Birdie was bad.  These were the best.  Bless her little heart.

Birdie: Deer in the headlights.  Banjo: Nostalgic

Banjo: Majestic   Birdie: Hungry

Banjo:  Beautiful.  Birdie:  Manic

Birdie:  About to sneeze

Yes, that would be Bird's Butt.  Notice how good Banjo looks in all of these.  We named her Pretty Bird, because she is very very pretty but these photos just don't do her justice.  I wonder if this foreshadows the way my children turn out...what if I have a child that takes ugly photos!!  Oh no.  What a tragedy that would be. 

FFW>>

Dear Time,

Can we just skip the rest of January and February?  There's really no good things that happen in that month.  Can we just move on to March??   I mean, really January is getting really old and it's not even half way over.  I'm getting really tired of this whole ...get home at dark because the sun sets at 5 thing.  It's really cold, and I'm getting tired of that too.  I'm also tired of looking a dead stuff like trees, and grass, and ducks, and deer.  Lets just Skip to March.  March begins Spring-like weather and Daylight Savings Time and My Birthday!  So can we just skip these next couple weeks?   February is a short month anyway,  I don't think anyone will miss it.

It would be Much Appreciated,

Sister

Since I posted photos of me and my sisters yesterday, I thought I'd give you a little story about my sister Leah. Leah and I fight...a lot. We love each other and get a long well, we just tell each other exactly what we think and that leads to fights. We used to fight about who was looking at who "Sheeeee's loooking at meeee," then who had who's Barbie, then who wore who's shirt on Monday when the other wanted to wear it on Tuesday. Now we don't have actually fights, we just yell and get mad and then apologize 10 minutes later.


Leah is extremely beautiful. She is extremely talented when it comes to gymnastics and riding horses and lots of other things. She is a gymnastics and cheerleader instructor at our home town and she is going to school to be a dietitian. She is extremely health cautious, which is something I only dream of being. She has a beautiful figure and hair that people would kill for. She is really sweet and really fun to hang out with but on top of all that she is EXTREMELY dramatic.

Leah's got more of an attitude than me or Melissa do. She speaks her mind, no hold barred.  She doesn't care what people think of her and she likes to do her own thing. Really, I'm kind of nervous about posting this because depending on her mood, Leah will either laugh or yell about this post. I'm just hoping she doesn't read it :)

One weekend I came home to find Leah on the couch in a fetal position whimpering and mom cooking lunch. When I asked what was wrong with Leah, Mom replied that she had cramps and wasn't feeling very well. Poor Leah has really really really bad cramps. Like to the point that she throws up and gets really sick. I feel bad for her, I really do, but the whimpering was a little much in my opinion. She also has really bad mood swings and when it's her time of the month in our house you know to just stay out of her way. It's also that way when it's my time of the month, I'm quite a moody biach. It must be something in the water?

I ignored Leah's death bed sounds and started talking to Mom about various things but kept being interrupted by a random moan, groan, whimper, flat out scream, from Leah. I started getting a little flustered at her for being so dramatic, and I guess the look on my face was apparent because Mom said to just ignore it and let her be dramatic. So Mom and I went on talking and fixing lunch and Leah kept on moaning and whimpering as if her arm was being chopped off.

You know how when you hear an alarm going off in the morning and your stomach just cringes? Well, that's what Leah's whimpers were starting to do to me. I tried so hard to ignore it..I mean I really did, but I just couldn't handle it anymore. I finally Yelled into the living room at her "Leah, Oh my gosh QUIT! It's not that Bad!"

That was a mistake... Leah slowing rose up from her fetal position turned her neck Exorcist style to look at me and in an voice that was deeper and gruffer than James Earl Jones yelled "SHUTUP BITCH."    She also gave me a look that was pretty close to pure evil. 

I'm pretty sure I almost hit the floor I laughed so hard. She was so mad and my laughing only made it worse but I just couldn't help it. A voice that deep and horrific should be physically impossible for a girl her size to create but somehow she did it and I've never laughed harder in my life!! I guess next time I'll just ignore it....well probably not.

I love you LeaLea, Sorry if this post embarrassed you!!

Praying,