A place for open letters to the good people of the world.

LiesIntx,

No, you aren't a bad parent. It's not on you.
But you do have a daughter that doesn't know who her audience is. If she added grandma is on her facebook, she should know better. Don't want grandma to see the f-word on her granddaughters' FB page? Then don't add grandma. It's called being an adult and knowing how to act around people you know you would offend.

Again, this is nothing on you.

Fuck.

Spike.

 

Liesl,

That's fucking ridiculous.

OMG!!!! She could have said fudge!!!!

BB

 

Spike,

Grandma knows how she talks when Grandma is not around. Grandma blows it off because that is her "girl." She is a successful 22 year old. Grandma could not be more proud. I promise you, Grandma was not in the least offended. Others just assumed Grandma would be offended. And that somehow makes me a bad mom.

Thank you for your kind words,

Lieslntx

 

Board,

I did tell said person that if you have a problem with what a grown up person said, then call that person and take it up with them!

Thank you for letting me vent ...

Lieslntx

 

Board,

Saying someone is a failure is a despicable thing.

BB

 

Board,

Loving me some SJ tonight.

Lieslntx

PS. Seriously, thank you for the kind words and support.

 

Dear Liesl,
You're an awesome mom.

Fuck the fucking fuckers who think otherwise.

KY

 

Dear Ky.,

Oh, fiddlesticks, calm down.

Just sayin'
Dools

 

Fucking Liesl,

Tell your daughter she's fucking amazing. And be glad the fucking Texans are in the fucking playoffs.

Fuck,
wicked

 

Dear Board,

Why do I watch a documentary titled "Last Play at Shea" and think of S-P? A little bit of the Mets, a little Paul McCartney and a lot of Billy Joel. A bottle of white, a bottle of red ...

SM51

 

Dear Corporate Gift-Giver,

Your triple-compartment, vaguely-stale giant tin of popcorn is not the reason for the season.

The trinity is not plain, orange-cheesy stuff and caramel flavors. Further, I'm pretty sure that the hulls and kernels would pose a choking hazard for the Baby Jesus.

But, it will probably be eaten because we will skirt the possible ethics issues by pretending that we don't know who it is from (even though we know that it's probably that sort-of-creepy funeral home or that low-rent PR firm), and because we are mostly pigs with no real sense of taste whose work mainly consists of episodes of panic surrounded by stretches of boredom, both of which tend to cause us to eat, as if we really needed any prompting.

So, thanks.

 

Dear Board,
Stopped by Wendy's to get something to eat a few minutes ago, and ran into someone I've known all my life but hadn't seen or talked to in a long time.

She was working the drive through and I said "I love your accent." She laughed and said "Don't you recognize me? It's Rachel."

Holy shit, batman. The girl my grandma used to babysit and a girl I was really, really close to growing up. All these memories came flooding into my mind as I smiled and said "It's been a while."

But, there were two or three cars behind me, so I knew I couldn't hold up the line to talk to her. It was just so damn good to see her again, even if it was only for a minute or two.

KY