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Nerdy Thank-you Notes

My parents always taught my sister and I to write thank-you notes for everything. I still try to do it, although I have missed a couple recently. 


I thought it might be fun to share some of my mental thank you notes with you. After all, I have a lot to be thankful for!!!

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Dear Discovery Channel,

Thank you for ensuring that I will be on travel (the only time I watch cable) during your episodes of constant Deadliest Catch marathons. This makes my decision to forgo getting cable TV much easier.

Love, the-fan-that-is-not-a-fan-after-you-took-away-the-uniqueness-of-deadliest-catch-by-playing-it-for-like-a-gajillion-hours-straight-just-sayin

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Dear Rental Car Company,

A Tahoe? Really? Oh well, thank you for making me feel bigger than I really am, and for giving me space to shop at thrift stores and homegoods without limits. You da best.

Love, your BIG-ish BFF

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Dear Crazy Lady Next Door,

Do you really think you're fooling anyone with that extremely large greenhouse in your backyard? I would maybe trust you if you told me it was legitimate, except for the fact that you are crazy and don't talk to me. Thank you for not talking to me, just in case you actually have illegal plants in there, it's probably better that way!

Love, Your Non-crazy [ok, less crazy] neighbor

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Dear Diabetes,

Thank you for behaving lately. You still suck, but a little less, I guess.

Love, your bum pancreas transportation device

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Dear Piano,

I miss you when I am gone for a while. Thank you for your awesome de-stressing abilities, even if I'm a little hard on you sometimes ;-) It helps knowing I can pound out my frustrations.

Love, little [not-gay] Liberace

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Dear Yellow Mango Thingies,

Thank you so much for making this time of year suck less. You are so bright and cheery, just like the weather should be (maybe you can have a chat with him).

Love, Nerdy Mango-bojango

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Dear Job,

Thank you for being awesome, and interesting. I feel extremely blessed to have you, cubicle walls and all. To the choppaa!

Love, DR

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Dear Heart,

Stop being so emotional...seriously, throttle back girlfriend.

Love, That-girl-that-didn't-believe-in-emotions-anonymous-until-she-saw-the-signs-at-church-but-she-is-pretty-sure-it-is-still-a-load-of-crap

P.S. I guess this wasn't a thank you note, oh well, you deserve it.

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Dear Blog,

Thank you for letting me connect with readers. You're right, I don't have very many, but the ones I do have are pretty special. And I have been thrilled by all the beautiful comments lately.

Love, Someone who wants to make a difference

Comments

  1. It's nice to see you listen to your parents:)

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  2. Dear Nerdy April,

    Thank you for ignoring all the negativity coming across the cubicle walls, and reminding all the OGBs of how much fun this can be with your initiative and "can do" attitude.

    Love, Your Job

    PS - Thanks for carrying all of Dave's stuff all the time. Remember..he's old.

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  3. Totally unrelated news item that reminded me of this blog (but which you're probably already aware of): http://www.avweb.com/avwebflash/news/Diabetes_Flight_Reaches_Pole_204538-1.html

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