Monday, September 6, 2010


Dear Santa,
I would like to submit an application to substitute for Rudolph this year.  I hear he needs a break and is getting rather old.  My nose is currently preparing for that foggy Christmas day as we speak.  I would include a letter, but all the photos I took don't do it justice.  Just believe me when I say, I could give Rudolph a good run for his money right now... and Christmas is still 3.5 months away!  I am sure by the time Christmas arrives, my nose will be the reddest thing around, courtesy of this lovely cold.  My lips have also developed into a lovely shade of chapped red which could be marketed as a lipstick color.  Just in case the elves need a little inspiration.

Yours Truly,
Amy the Red Nosed Cold Casualty.


Dear Mother Nature,
I heard you are planning a thunder storm for Wednesday.  That makes me giddy.  However, I know how sometimes you like to throw surprise showers just to keep us on our toes.  If this is your plan, as a special favor to me, please hold off the storm until Wednesday.  No early surprises.  See, I have been working my tail off trying to get my car port cleaned out.  Which I did today.

I would be so proud of myself were it not for the fact that 3/4ths of what I cleaned out is now sitting in the driveway and on the grass.  I need to get everything else sorted and stored before a hobo decides to make his home out of the palace of cardboard boxes supporting the side wall.  I will get it done tomorrow, only please promise to hold off the rain that long!  And then by all means, I will be ready to watch the rain/thunder symphony and light show.  I am requesting a very dramatic show.  And long please.  These teaser shows that have only lasted fifteen minutes are getting a bit old. 

Amy the Unprepared

Dear Peter Pan,
I don't know how to tell you this, but unfortunately your reign of the Lost Boys is coming to a rapid end.  A new ruler of Never Land is up and coming. 

This morning Keith entered my room.  Very dramatically and with many foot stomps to emphasize his point he defiantly said "Mommy, I am not growing up.  I want to stay little always.  I don't want to be big."  And sadly, this boy is a fighter, and usually can hold out until he gets what he wants. 

Tragic for you, this mom is in full support of his decision, and will love every second of it.  I hear there are openings in Munchkin Land if you need a new place to go.  Good luck with your life plans!

Amy (initial carrier of Peter Pan Syndrome)


Francisca and Chris said...

Did Jefferey give you his cold? Poor dear! Feel better :)

That is what I love about little boys. They teach you the joys of Neverland!

Emmy said...

Loved that last letter! Alex is always wanting to grow up too soon, I am trying to convince her how good she has it.

Did the storm obey? Great job by the way, you have been working hard.

Terra said...

I am so so so glad I popped over from Jenny's are two are making my day! A wonderful blog...I will be back!

Susan Anderson said...

You are in rare form today!

Hope your red nose mellows soon.


PS. Glad to hear Keith has gone the way of Peter Pan. So funny!

Lourie said...

I am stopping by from Jenny's. And I am glad I did. What fun place you have here.

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