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Dear God,

I have quite a bone to pick with you!  As much as I hate to say it, this week, you are getting dangerously close to the top of my s**t list.

Now, I will admit, I have never been much of a believer/follower/praying person but lately, I have been praying a lot.

This year, there have been many things that have warranted my sending prayers in your direction.

I asked you to protect my family and friends IRL.

I asked you to keep an eye on little Maddie and help Mike and Heather with their grief and to ensure Binky’s sage arrival.

I asked you to take care of Stellan and make sure he would continue to defy the odds and thrive more everyday.

I asked you to heal Bob and get help him pull through the last scare he gave his family.

I asked you to take care of Will as Lisa flew home to him.

I asked you to watch over Kim as she grieves for her husband Greg.

I asked you to keep Sara and her family safe as they made their journey from California to Texas.

I asked you to help Ben pull through his many surgeries.

And this, this is just a short list of the things I have asked you to do.

And of this short list, you have managed to answer my prayers every time.

Then this week, just when I think everything is starting to look up and I haven’t had to ask for anything yet you go and throw everything down the drain by allowing Anissa to have a stroke, land in a coma and wind up in the ICU when she’s supposed to be departing on a Bahamian Cruise with other bloggers tomorrow.

WTF!?

Now, I may not know Anissa IRL but we have chatted frequently on Twitter about different television shows, Ralph Macchio, her knack for aiming low (and succeeding at it), how we are both amazing at Monopoly ( there is even a challenge for us to play each other) and then their is the part where I just love to read everything else she writes and Tweets.

And you, you God, have taken that away from not only me this week, but countless others.

Now, I’ve never asked you for assistance in acquiring material things or to win the lottery.

When I have reached out to you, it has always been for a legit reason.

I am asking you now, on behalf of myself, Anissa’s family and thousands of friends she has IRL and the Interwebz to protect her and help her pull through this and make her better and stronger than she already is (except, please don’t let her bewbs become anymore glorious than they already are!) and bring her back to all of us because really, I hate to be that girl who has God at the top of her s**t list!

Sincerely Yours,

Dear Anne,

I have to admit it girl, I am rather proud of you and how well you are doing in school.  Who knew you actually had a brain inside that head of yours and were actually somewhat smart. WOW!  See what happens when you actually use the thing? (You should have listened to your Daddy long ago and not settled for mediocrity!)

So here you are, 12 credits down, working on another 6, 48 to go until you reach 60 and you will have your first college degree.  Not to mention of those credits earned you received grades of A, A-,A- and B respectively.  For someone who has been out of high school for 12 years and not being a full time student in that long, I have to say, I am impressed.  Who knew you had it in you?

I hope you continue to do well in your classes and look forward to you getting that Associates of Arts Degree in Information Technology & Web Development.  (Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?)

I can see it now, that diploma in a frame, displayed prominently on the wall in your living room for all the world to see upon entering.

In closing, I’m just going to say—keep kicking ass girl, you’ve come along way!

Dear Deadbeat Dad #1

You are proving yourself to be an even bigger Deadbeat Dad on a daily basis.  At one point in time, I thought maybe you had a chance to earn a more respectable title but you have proved me wrong time and time again.  You have most recently proved that you deserve this title by informing your wonderfully amazing son that the reason you could not attend his first football game because you had to participate in a town rummage sale that you DID NOT even participate in.  Instead, you had your head so far up your friends ass in hopes that someday he will pay you the large sums of money he keeps promising you.  Get over it.  It’s not going to happen.  Your kids are far more important than money—but oh wait—that’s right—money is the one thing you chase in life but have never been able to do it the proper way with say, a job!  You’ve been collecting unemployment for how long now??  What is it, almost 2 years and have been working for cash under the table and not providing properly for your kids.  Yep. Sounds like you!  You continue to piss me off everyday.  I particularly love it when you send me a text message late Thursday evening or half way through the day on a Friday and ask me if you will get to see him for the weekend.  Then I proceed to inform you that no, you cannot because we have already made plans for the weekend and are not here to cater to your needs at the last minute or I have reminded you time and time again that your son has football on Saturday’s and I’m not about to interrupt his fun because you’ve decided you want to play Daddy for the day.

It used to bother me a lot when your son thought you were the best thing on Earth but now it bothers me even more that he has started to realize that you are not.  I hate that you have let him down time and time again.  I hate that you couldn’t even pick up the phone on his 1st day of school to give him a call and see how it went.  I hate that you have missed out on so many amazing things in his life and that it does not upset you.  I think the one thing I hate the most is that you constantly ask me when you will get to see him yet you can’t make the effort to stop at our house when you are in town for the day or even go as far to just drive into town to spend a day with him.

You have truly earned your title as Deadbeat Dad #1.  So, congratulations, you deserve it!

Thanks again!