A Brief Reprieve

Dear Gameboy,
You are cool, but I'm going out to see the glory.
Bring it on!


I never did like the word mediocre
I never wanted it to be said of me, oh, no
Just point me to the job and I’d go over, over
Looking for the very best that could be
So what is this thing I see
Going on inside of me?
When it comes to the grace of God
Sometimes it’s like …

I’m playing Gameboy standing in the middle of the Grand Canyon
I’m eating candy sittin’ at a gourmet feast
I’m wading in a puddle when I could be swimming in the ocean
Tell me what’s the deal with me
(I know the time has come for me to)
Wake up and see the glory

Every star in the sky tells His story, oh
And every breeze is singing His song
All of creation is imploring
Hey, come see this grand phenomenon
The wonder of His grace
Should take my breath away
I miss so many things when I’m content with …

Playing Gameboy standing in the middle of the Grand Canyon
Eating candy sittin’ at a gourmet feast
Wading in a puddle when I could be swimming in the ocean
Tell me what’s the deal with me
(I know the time has come for me to)
Wake up and see the glory

How could I trivialize it
This awesome gift of God’s grace?
Once I have come to realize it
I should be speechless and amazed

Wake up and see the glory
Open your eyes and take it in
Wake up and be amazed
Over and over again

God’s love is calling to you and to me
Wake up, wake up
Open your eyes
-Steven Curtis Chapman
(Because he's off the chain, son.)

Dear A Stapler,

Dear A Stapler,
A letter of thanks is in order at this time, and I intend to deliver it, as late as it may be. This thank you is all inclusive, and applies to both the sturdy rubber bottom desk stapler and the mini backpack stapler, the electrically driven automatic stapler and the Bob Vila style staple gun, for you handy types.
Of all desk effects, you are the most taken for granted, and yet, the most functional. You are as dynamic as your title of compound machine suggests. Your subtle presence screams office building, yet affirms home. Your ability to puncture flesh lets us know that you are not messing around, and that next to the paper shredder, you are the one to watch. And yet, your simple ease of use and performance asserts a sense of comfort and dependability.
You are the golden retriever of office supplies. You sit patiently, waiting to helpfully bind pages of homework, receipts, or litigation. You are loyal and bring together.
You are also an absolute necessity when any kind of paperwork is to be done. In fact, I would have a slight knot in my stomach if you were missing in any kind of paper situation. Your work is quick and permanent, unlike your inept associate, Paper Clip. Unlike Clip, your clamping does not slide off unexpectedly, or hide in inconvenient places like the bottom of pen holders.
Sure, you jam up sometimes and occasionally run out of staples every 300 clicks. But Stapler, I know this is just to remind me of your presence and gain some needed attention. You do a good job, Stapler, I will write you a recommendation anytime.

Sincerely Yours,
A Receptionist

P.S. I didn’t forget about you, A Staple Remover. I know that you are underappreciated, and are always there to clean up after A Stapler, who gets all the glory. Stay strong, your time will come. Keep your chin up.

Note: I was inspired to write about my love of the stapler while reading John Mayer's Dear A Pear.

Dear Slipped Disk,

Dear Slipped Disk,
You are ruining my happy peaceful life. Along with being very painful, you are making me something that I disdain: an aggravated, worthless puke. What good am I if I can't
1) pick a kid up if they are crying
2) help bring groceries in
3) teach tennis lessons in May
4) be generally helpful during any kind of project/event
I'm sure you know those people, Disk, who are around, but contribute nothing? "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help with that, I have a bad x,y,z." Or women who sit around while men work and don't think about helping at all? Well, apparently, you are making me join their stupid club. And, among your other unwelcome contributions, you are also making me walk like I'm 90 years old and miss things that I'm supposed to go to.
Please, please, Disk, if you want to get along with your neighbors and pull your weight, get off of my nerves (literally) as soon as possible.
In pain,
Aleve Addict

Dear Spanish Homework,

Dear Spanish Homework,
I'm going to go take a nap.
See you later (maybe),
Estudiante Horrible

Dear Estrogen,

Dear Estrogen,
EErrrrHH! I'm so mad at you! I did not appreciate it at ALL when you made me start to cry today in Spanish just because my teacher corrected me in front of everyone. Well, I guess you are not that bad, I actually think you are pretty neat. What?!? What did you say to me? Sniff.. Shut Up! I thought I told you to LEAVE ME ALONE while I eat my chocolate (March) Easter eggs.
Yours,
XX

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