little letters

Dear Spring,
I think you may finally almost be here, I am excited for warm sunny days.

Dear Pink Eye,
I would like to tell you that we haven't enjoyed your visit in our home, first it started with Sage, and then Jade got it because she would help Sage clean her eyes in the morning, and apparently didn't wash her hands well enough. (Jade is like a little Mom sometimes) I am so ready to not hear whining about hurting eyes.  I know it hurts and I feel really bad and wish I could just make it better.  But, I am super amazed how the body can heal itself using natural things instead of getting a prescription for something that isn't natural.  Flushing with colloidal silver, and using essential oils has been our friend these past few days, even if there may be a bit of resistance to it from the infected girls.

Dear lady at the school,
Yes, I have not taken my children to the doctor for their pink eye.  Yes you can get rid of pink eye without antibiotics, (gasp!).   Sage's eyes are pretty much all better and I sent her to school today.  I just don't feel like I need to run to the doctor for everything.  Of course doctor's and modern medicine have their place, but if I know that I can treat something minor without going to the doctor, I will do it, and it is my choice to do it, I feel like it is better for my family.  Thanks.

Dear laundry,
I don't know why but I haven't been able to catch up on you since I have been back from my trip with my Mom and sister's, ummmm... that was about 3 weeks ago.  I don't think that Mr. Pink Eye has helped any either, with all the millions of towels I have to keep washing.

Dear blog,
I have been neglecting you.  I haven't felt inspired to blog lately.  Hopefully soon.

Dear fabric piles in my room,
Would you like to tidy yourself up for me, and while your at it, maybe just build a room for yourself too?

Dear yard and garden,
You are a mess and I am not motivated to clean you up.

Dear pancakes with strawberries and whip cream,
You are pretty much my favorite breakfast.

Little Letters

Dear Cayenne Pepper,
I love you, you made my sore throat feel better. I am not just talking a little sore throat either, I am talking I wanted to cry my throat hurt so bad, like daggers every time I swallowed kind of hurt. (next time you get a sore throat, gargle 1/4 tsp. of Cayenne pepper with some very warm water and a bit of honey, for as long and as many times as you can, it will work wonders, maybe not immediately, but I promise it helps)

Dear Google,
I love you too, you can Google anything, and when I was having daggers in my throat, you helped me.

Dear blog,
I know I keep saying that I am neglecting you, I just have too many things to do and not enough time. I still love you though :)

Dear Casey,
Thanks for helping out around the house more, I have really needed the help. I am so lucky to have you :)


~Amy

little letters

Dear camera,
Why do I find it so hard to get out the charger to charge your battery?

Dear bag of sour patch kids,
I am having a hard time resisting you, even though I know that you give me sores in my mouth, you are just so good.

Dear blog,
I know I have been neglecting you, I am busy :)

Dear laundry,
Why do you pile up so?

Dear kitties that like to come lay in our hammock and poop in our backyard,
Do you know the reason why I don't have pets? Because I don't want poop in my yard.
Plus I just don't have time.

Dear house,
Could you just stay clean after I clean you?

Dear Casey,
Take some vacation time so that you can have a break, you work too hard. I am impressed that you came home early yesterday, let's hope that happens today too, no more 60 hour work weeks.

Dear fresh homemade salsa,
You are delish and I will make you my lunch.

Dear Casey again,
I am glad that you admitted this morning that you are a bit in denial of the fact that you have a life long disease called Diabetes. I think that is the first step to taking better care of yourself :)
I'm not saying you do a horrible job, but you can do better, and I am here to support you, I want you around for a long time, you are my best friend.

Dear exercise induced asthma of mine,
I am going to try and kick your trash, I need to work out so I can fit in my pants better, and just feel better, and reduce my stress level. Here's to hoping the new inhaler I got will work.

Dear fall time,
I love you. You and your perfect sweater weather and beautiful colors.

~Amy

Little Letters

Dear Fall,
I am so glad you have finally decided to arrive.

Dear Casey,
I am sorry you are frustrated with your work lately. It is such a weird thing to see you so stressed out. You have always been Mr. Laid back, go with the flow kinda guy, not stressed out guy. Thank you for working so hard to take care of our family. I love you.

Dear Kinsley, Jade, and Sage,
Thank you for being my daughters, you make me laugh all the time with the things each of you do and say. I love each of you so much.

Dear tidy house,
Oh how I love you, I feel so happy when you are clean.

Dear leftover homemade German chocolate cupcakes from Casey's birthday party,
Quit tempting me with your delicious ways.

Dear Holiday show to do list,
Can you magically get yourself done? Everything on you is taking longer than I had hoped.

Dear sleep,
Could you just pass me by until Christmas? Pretty, pretty, please. I have no time for you.

Dear bowl of lemons on the counter,
I can't wait to make you into some delish lemonade.

Dear Mr. Squirrel in the backyard,
It seems as if you have made our backyard and the neighbors your permanent home, you are a noisy little thing.

Dear blog,
If I am a bit scarce around here, it is because I am buried in sewing projects.

~Amy

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Dear Jade,
Even though you don't like me listening to you play, I love it. Specially when I hear funny things like, "Your not my husband, your a hobo!" And then I have to ask if you even know what a hobo is and you reply, "yes, it is a man who doesn't have a home and lives on the street."

Dear Casey,
Thank you for making dinner so I didn't have to stop reading this love story from The Pioneer Woman. (I was directed there by One Shabby Chick)

Dear Breyers ice cream,
I love you

Dear money,
I am not spending any of you this week except I did have to buy some essential food items.

Dear Home,
even though you are old and drafty and I have to wear a sweater all the time inside in the winter, and our heating bill jumps super high, I still love you.

Dear hot ham and provolone cheese rolled up in a tortilla with a bit of mayo and mustard,
You are delish and I have eaten you for like the past three days for lunch.

Dear Wii Fit,
I really am trying.