Letters of Intent - School Moments

Dear Science Projects,

Thank you for helping me amaze my children with my great scientific abilities. I can make water climb a coffee filter and make the color climb with it.

Sincerely,

The homeschooling mom who does not really know that much about science

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Dear Locust Grove School Teacher from 1896,

Thank you for your wonderful lessons and class time activities.

My girls greatly enjoyed being a part of your class.

And, thank you for being especially kind to Annalise when she walked up to the black board without being called on. She was so excited about writing her numbers and she wanted to show the whole class.

Thank you,

The mom of the cute little girls in bonnets

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Dear Mom,

Thanks for making my girls their adorable Little House on the Praise outfits. They love them.

I love them...

Love,

Your middle daughter

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Dear Print Shop Man,

Thank you for showing us your fascinating shop. I really can not imagine life before computers and printers. The job of choosing each of those little letters to make one page of newsprint astounds me.

The girls absolutely loved watching you work with the ink and the presses and they were so excited that you made them prints of their own to take home.

Thanks again,

The mom who would not want to give up her laptop for a printing press

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Dear Grandpa's Cheese Barn,

We had so much fun at your barn today. Really, we did. Our adventures today deserve their own post and I'll work on that later.

But, right now... Uhmmm... When walking up to your gorgeous barn...





we saw a prison vehicle in your parking lot. The doors were open while one guard and one prisoner remained inside.

It kind of made me nervous to go inside with my three girls.

Signed,
the happy but nervous customer

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Oh Krispy Kreme, how I love thee... let me count the ways...

how much we love your "Hot Now" sign

Your free donut policy when the sign is lighted up is so wonderful. We truly enjoyed our donuts.

Especially right after we visited Cold Stone for their free ice cream night.


Yummy...

With lots of love,
the family full on desserts

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Dear Xlerator Machine,
 
I am thankful for your green approach to hand drying. You do a great job.

But.... do you have to be soooo incredibly loud??

Just wondering,
the mom of three girls who will scream like crazy when they are scared from very loud drying noises

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To Frys Electronic Store:

Thank you ever so much...

for allowing me to sit in an office chair...

forever...

while my husband shopped...

and shopped and shopped (on the phone with his mom and dad helping them buy a printer)...

Also, thanks even more so for the adorable and relaxing coffee shop located right in your store. I greatly enjoyed spending time there while I waited and waited and waited for my still shopping hubs.

He had a really great time in your store and well, so did I!

With dearest thanks,

the girl whose husband loves to stop at your store if we drive even remotely close to Indianapolis

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To the dental community:

Just because you do big procedures like root canals every day does not mean that the average mother knows what to expect in the event that her child needs one of these said procedures.

We were prepped and ready for a root canal two weeks ago and never recieved one because you failed to tell us that she needed to be on an antibiotic causing us to show up unmedicated and therefore refused treatment. My daughter was on an antibiotic for over two weeks because of your miscommunication only to have her prepped and ready again today...

laughing gas... numbed up... all fully prepared for a ROOT CANAL

only to finally learn from the dental surgeon that 7 is TOO YOUNG for a root canal because the root isn't fully developed at that age.

Just a pointer for you: When preparing a mother and her daughter for this procedure, it would have been nice to be informed that the daughter is really too young for the procedure.

A simple "She is too young. Let's have her see a specialist and have him explain your options." would have worked PERFECTLY.

Really... having me fill out root canal paperwork, sign root canal permission slips, register for a root canal appointment, take root canal medicine, and visit a root canal doctor all while KNOWING SHE WAS 7 YEARS OLD seems a little much.

Trying to be patient and calm,

the mother of the non-root-canaled 7 year old

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To the Root Canal doctor (Specialist):

Thank you for being compassionate when I was literally about to CRY in your office because my daughter was not finally receiving a promised procedure.

I do appreciate your honesty and I'm thankful we seem to finally be in good hands. Even if your hygienists had us all ready for a big procedure, you seemed genuinely sorry about the confusion.

I understand what you were saying about the "root canal" being a phrase that dentists use for "simplicity" when it comes to pediatric dental traumas but from now on, this mother just wants the full run-down of what's going to happen. Let's not call something a root canal that isn't really a root canal, k?

Thanks for finding her root viable and promising to do everything you can do to save her tooth.

Appreciatively,

the mother who is tired of talking about dental work

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To Chick-fil-a:

Thanks for your peaceful, clean and happy space. It was a calm spot in the storm for a tired, frustrated and very bothered momma and her sore and numb 7 year old.

With much love,
a momma who needed to hear about God's love on the radio while sipping coffee (or chocolate milk) and reading books with her daughter

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To Jeremy:

You are the master bike riding teacher. Seriously. Annalise got it in ONE try. I am amazed.

but...

did you have to take the pedals off this little girl's toddler bike? really? I know you saw this youtube video and thought it would be super smart but really?

she was not impressed. and the chain got her legs all greasy.

I know you had fun...

but can you put her pedals back on please?

Love, The pouting toddler's mommy

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To President Alfi:

Thank you for the knives. I really can't say how fun that was to get in the mail. I have been enjoying my knives and I can't wait for these other bloggers to try them too!

#3 - Kate @ Some Dreams Come True

#11 - Staci @ Simply Staci

#20 - Cary @ Creative Moments

*per Random.org

So thank you! Really, anytime you need a Mommy Blogger to review something for you, I'm here. Anytime.

K?

With a thankful and happy heart,
the Alfi Knife Girl

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Dear Bloggers who just won an Alfi Knife!

Email me! And, Staci, I will bring yours to you next week at your big PARTY!

From:
The Blogger who is sharing her knives


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Letters of Intent - Camping Edition

To Annalise and Abigail:

Next time we go camping, please do not hide and use sidewalk chalk as body paint. Getting that dirty within an hour of arriving at the campsite with no showers on our side of the campground was maybe not the best idea. Let's save that activity for the backyard pool or the beach.

Oh, and girls... let's not scream so loud next time either. The other campers could hear you. I'm sorry the ball fell into the river and that it was your favorite one but screaming won't bring it back. Abby yelling, "I ax-shoe-ally ask-it-dentally losted the ball in the river!!" only to make Annalise scream, "Nooooo!!! It was my favorite one!!!" might make the neighbors think we are crazy. And, we are not crazy.

Love, Mommy

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Dearest Jay,

Thank you for finally finding a way to use the charcoal that has been stored in our garage since last summer.  

But, did we have to scour the campground, take everyone's leftover firewood, bring it to our campsite and burn it instead of the charcoal? Bringing back home 2 full bags with us only to store for another year... well, I was hoping to use up more than that on this camping trip. I do love a wood fire but it was our chance to use that charcoal!

Thanks for making some great campfires,

Jen

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To the bikers who biked through our campsite:

Did you have to compliment my husband on his great fire set-up? I mean, it is a great looking cast iron fire set that we paid big bucks for at a frontier event a few summers ago but your compliment really made my husband have a big head about his great fire gear.

He was quite proud the rest of the trip.

Thanks for making his day,

The wife of the man with the great fire-set

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To God:

Thank you for hearing and answering my prayers to protect my husband from himself. He really loves camping and really loves his camping tools. Especially those big axes and other wood cutting type things. But, as for safety measures... well, you can see why I was praying.

Thanks for watching over him,

The wife of the man who loves to chop wood in sandals

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Dear Camping Hammock,

Thanks for holding up all this weight.

I know they were over the weight limit but they had a great time swinging together.

Thanks,

The Mommy

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To SILLY BANDZ!

Yes, I am in love with you. I must admit it. I love silly bandz. I wear you on my wrist and use you for many things and I have quite a nice collection now.

You look great and make a wonderful toy for the girls.

Not only that, but you are a GREAT hair band!!

On our hike, you were the perfect thing to hold up my girls' hair while we walked in the 90 degree heat.

Thanks for being amazing,

An over-aged silly band wearer

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To Mr. Payphone:

I was so surprised to see you at the campground! Surprised and happy because my phone did not get any service anywhere on the campgrounds.

You see, Thursday was my dad's birthday and I couldn't call him so you were going to help me get to talk to my dad for his birthday.

But, you failed me. You took my quarters and did not let me call my dad.

My cellphone did not work and neither did you.

It was so sad.

From:

The girl who couldn't talk to her dad on his birthday

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More camping adventures coming soon...

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To my sweet little artist and writer:

Your bug book made me smile during a very long week.

Thank You,

Love, Mommy

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To our poor Taurus:

Thank you for serving us well.

You will be missed and we are sorry to see you go.

Your scrunched up nose is not good and we know you won't work again.

Even Abby was sad to see you go.

Just one last thing... could you replace yourself please?

With sad partings,

The newly-having-to-share-her-van-with-her-husband woman of the house.

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To the man who let us in to see our poor Taurus:

Really? $75 just to reach in the door and grab my husband's jumper cables?

You must understand that I wasn't thinking when I left a few things in his car.

Why won't you let us in for free to retrieve our belongings?

Sincerely,

An unsatisfied customer

(we did NOT pay the money - cables still in car)

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Dearest Schoolroom:

How did you fall apart and get so messy so quickly?

And, is that calendar still saying APRIL? This has got to change.

Love, the 2nd year homeschooling Mommy

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