Free Therapy: Another Open Letter!

Dear 2 year old dalring daughter,

When you do something wrong and have to be put in time out don't turn into the devil and point your finger at me and tell me "you're not the boss of me!!" and when I ask you who is the boss you say "MIMI!!" How can I not giggle at that. I am supposed to be mad at you. You are supposed to be in time out!!!

Oh yeah, when I say something to you could you please answer me in english and not spanish or your new language you are learning Japanese.

Your loving Mamma!

Dear Insurance Company,

Thank you for allowing my granddaughter's doctor to be one of your preferred providers but not allowing the hospital he has privileges at to be an in-network facility. Thanks too for making my daughter have to take her baby from the hospital she was admitted to and drive in 25 degree weather to the hospital that is in-network. I'm sure you would enjoy driving to another hospital with a baby that has a double ear infection, RSV, and dehydration. Oh, and did I mention that the baby also had an IV in her too.

Sincerely,
One Pissed Off Nana

I am so tired of insurance companies! This is seriously wrong. That child should have been treated not transported. I am now pissed off too!

Dear FELLOW Music Majors,

Quit making fun of me just because I decided to pursue a BA instead of a BM in vocal performance. That doesn't make me any "less of a music major" than you are, and it doesn't give you license to declare my studies less important than yours are. I'm happy with the degree I've chosen, and I'm glad it allows me to double as a Family & Consumer Sciences Education major. I know I'm a good musician, and you know I'm a good musician, so be nice and allow me to have a life outside of and along with music.

Musically (but not maniacally) Yours,
The Girl Who Got An A In Every Theory Class


Dear Mom & Dad,

I love you. BUT. You're smothering me. When I come home to visit, I'd like it to be just that: a visit. I don't want to have to carry ALL the reponsibilities I used to. That's selfish, I know, but I'd like for my breaks to be actual breaks. I love you, and I'll cook for you and clean for you gladly, but I don't want to be EXPECTED to do it. That's all. Keep working hard, and try not to get too upset when I want to take a Saturday off.

Your Adoring Daughter,
Sugar Bear

P.S.- Oh, and if I want to sleep in, that's what I'm going to do.


Last one, I swear. :happy:


Dear Cold Miser,

You and your brother, Heat Miser, need to have a little talk, because this off and on hot/cold thing is getting really annoying. I know it's the southeast, but geez, 14 degrees? Ridiculous. Especially after two weeks of 60 and 70 degree weather. I just don't know what to expect from you anymore, and a little consistency would be appreciated.

Yours,
Frozen In Alabama

I read this and realized that I didn't have to write my own!! Thanks-
I totally understand about the B.A./B.M. thing- I just switched.
Good luck- and thanks for writing my therapy for me!

No problem.

dear alcohol,

it's been a week now since we have seen each other.
i miss you. i miss you very badly and part of me really wants you back in my life so i can be with you every night like we used to be.:sad: :sad: :sad: :sad:
but, i think i'm a better person w/out you. you seem to take over any situation we are in together and i'm not happy w/ that. we tried to just see each other a little bit over time, but that did not work.
i love you too much. i see in my personality that i want to have you w/ me a lot or not at all.
~no in between.

we need to stay apart

Dear Insurance Company,
I'm so thrilled to see that you are working so "hard" to get your customers their medical and prescription cards in a timely manner. Not only do we have to pay out of pocket for pricey prescriptions but some of us cannot go see our doctors when we need to because we do not have cards. I'm pretty sure that there aren't that many records to enter into the computer and if your people do not know how to type without pecking at the computer, I will more than willingly come input them for you.


Signed,
One pissed off/stressed out employee.


Short letter to Home Office,

Thanks for picking a sh**** @$$ insurance.:devil: :explode:


The End.

Dear Insurance Company,
I'm so thrilled to see that you are working so "hard" to get your customers their medical and prescription cards in a timely manner. Not only do we have to pay out of pocket for pricey prescriptions but some of us cannot go see our doctors when we need to because we do not have cards. I'm pretty sure that there aren't that many records to enter into the computer and if your people do not know how to type without pecking at the computer, I will more than willingly come input them for you.


Signed,
One pissed off/stressed out employee.


Short letter to Home Office,

Thanks for picking a sh**** @$$ insurance.:devil: :explode:


The End.

not to be mean or anything i america... except for health care,,, im happy to be canadian coz im frustrated to just hear about it

thats what im gratefull for today

Dear Powerball,

How can you consistently pick the wrong d@mn numbers week after week?????? You KNOW the numbers that you're supposed to draw but you're WAAAAYYY off all the time. :explode:

I demand that you draw the right numbers THIS Saturday, or I'll be forced to wake up disappointed & sad again on Sunday. :grumble:

Angrily yours,

Shannon

Dear Venti Non Fat Iced Chai,

Will you forgive me for this sudden abandonment? I love you more than words can ever say. The 2 or 3 times we spent together every single day really meant alot to me. You will forever have a spot in my heart. It's not you. It's me. Oh wait maybe it is you. You are packed with sugars which I cannot have. In a few weeks I shall think about returning. My tummy is sad without you. My head has been giving my pains ever since our last time at Starbeezy. I miss you Iced Chai!!!!! Do you know I even have a half empty cart in the fridge stiil because I cannot bear to waste you and throw you in the trash.

Love,
Iced Chai Lover


My handsome boy,
This attitude you have developed has really got to calm down. The screeching and telling me "YOU MEAN" " MOMMY YOUR ARE SOOO MEAN..SOO SOO MEAN" or the one that bugs me the most "MOMMY I DON'T LIKE YOU THEN" have all got to stop. Mommy loves your lil butt and when you say things like that tomommy it hurts her heart. When I come home from work please do not be rude with me 5 minutes after we hug. You cannot always have your way. When mommy is driving you better stop un-buckling your seat belt and then quuickly re-buckling. I have told you a million times that mom knows everything you do. Please stop taking all your clothes off and using the excuse "I'M HOT'
Oh, and remember that mommy is on a diet and she cannot eat your food. So stop bringing me things I cannot eat. Please stop asking for "manilla milk from tarbux" Be nice to daddy too.
Your loving mommy


Dear Smelly People,
Seriously. Do you honestly not know that you smell? Whether it is your breath or your frikkin body. Please correct this problem. Take a shower. Brush your teeth two times a day or even just once for starters. I cannot stand being face to face with s***breath any more. I will not tell you but I did assume the disturbing look on my face and thet way I back away from you when we are standing face to face talking would let you know something is wrong. It is a big problem. Please just brush your teeth. This has been bothering me for some time now. I just do not know how to tell you. Yo breath smells like crap!! Wash your armpits and your booty. If I walk by you and I smell you...how the heck do you not smell yourself??? This boggles my mind. Seriously. Wake up. Take a shower brush your grill and change your dang clothes. And underwear. It's very easy and even convenient. Billions of humans do it everyday.
Respectfully,
Tryin hard not to breath


Dear Boss,
Please stop you frikkin bit*****.KNow what you are talking about before the rude emails and phone calls come in. You are too grown for that behavior anyhow. You are a bit over weight and you may just give yourself a mild heart attck one day. Call me nicely. I am not your lil bi***. I am your employee. I do not want to hear garbage about others in this company either. It is not my business. I enjoy you when you are pleasent. Let's keep it that way. No one likes to be yelled out or belittled. Everything is always under control. Except for your coping skills because you do not have any!!!!!!!

The Book Keeper

hahahaha this was fun!!!

Dear Cold and Snow,

Screw off!!

Sincerely,
Fed up