Open Letters

Dear Parents in the Real World,
For some reason, I feel like I can help you.  Some of you have asked me for advice in the past, and ...well, I have to say... I've almost always been right!  I'm trying not to let it go to my head. But, at the same time, I feel like I have a little bit of helpful knowledge for fella parents out there.  I'm still learning as I go, and making mistakes as I go, but in general I think my education and experience have proven helpful when it comes to wee little ones.  So, please - ask me a parenting question if you dare!  I've answered stumped parents about everything from potty training, binkie habits, sleeping patterns, and temper tantrums.  I can't guarantee you success, but I can sure try to help!  So - while my ego is inflated and I'm filled to the brim with parenting confidence, please - ask away! Give me your best shot.  My email address is maggiesusername (that little at symbol) gmail (a period, aka a "dot") com.  I'm all ears! (or eyes and fingers, actually)   Thanks for humoring me and going along with this!
Best wishes,
Maggie

Dear Vizio,
We got a nice gianormous flat screen TV with your brand name on it.  I love to hate you for it. In all my 30-something years, I've NEVER been a tv watcher.  TV used to bore me to tears - seriously.  But now? My butt is getting bigger and my brain is getting small all because of the bigass boob tube you made.  Thanks.. I think.
Materialistically in Love,
Spoiled Maggie


Dear Dave Ramsey,
Thanks for the Financial Peace. Living debt free is fun.  We owe ya! (a favor, not money)
Thanks again!
Maggie
P.S.  We have a big fancy TV now and still no cable! :) We are totally happy with FREE antennae tv. How's that for living weird?


Dear Pneumonia & Bronchitis,
Suck it.
Hate you,
Maggie

 Dear Abbey,
I can't believe you are really gone. Really!  There are so many things in my daily life that make me think of you. I know I was never good about emailing, texting, or calling you on a whim during the last part of your fight - honestly, I don't regret that. I do wish I could do it now, though.  My heart is a little broked!! 
Thanks for loving me like you did,
Sad Maggie


Dear MIL,
I don't think you read my blog, and that's okay. But I need to tell the world just how awesome you are. I'm truly lucky that you love me like I'm your own! I've never experienced motherly love like I have lately... at least, not as an adult.  I'm at a loss about how to truly thank you. I guess I just need to be a good daughter, in order to return the favor.
Deeply Humbled,
Maggie


Dear Husby,
I love you!
That's all,
Maggie


Dear Friends & Family in Colorado,
Stop sending me (or posting on Facebook) pictures of your beautiful skies and mountains. Seriously! I miss it there and you're spoiled rotten. All of you!!
Jealous,
Maggie


Dear Mondays,
I used to look forward to you SO MUCH. I'm lucky that I love my job. I'm spoiled that I get to play and do what I want at work. I'm spoiled that I get to teach kids about the love of God.  But, Monday? You kinda suck rocks anyway.  No matter how much I love those kids, they're still work! Mondays are harsh. Take it easy, will ya? I've got TV to watch and blogs to read and naps to take.  For some reason, foregoing all of that to work on Tuesdays Wednesdays Thursdays and yes, even Fridays is easier than it is for me on Mondays. Why you gotta be so harsh?
With the Sunday Blues,
Maggie


Dear Molly,
You're the bestest dog ever. You're really cute. And you're super fun. And you're pretty dang smart. I love you. Stick around, m'kay?
Your Best Friend,
Maggie

Dear Running Shoes,
Get ready!  When I kick this bronchitis where it hurts, you and I have some time to make up for. I miss you.
Can't wait,
Maggie