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“I was born in the arms of imaginary friends…” August 19, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 12:36 pm

It’s Friday.
I just now have time to blog.
Busy, busy, busy.
It’s back to school week.
I’m currently waiting on people to call me back.
Were are 1 for 3.
Such is the exciting life of a journalist.
I can’t wait until I can just write a column each week, lunch with friends and have cute outfits.
Ala Mrs. Preston.
Wait, what?
Life a a journalist is nothing like Sex and the City?!
What am I doing here.

Had to wake up early every day this week.
Back to school photos means you have to be there before the kids.

I’m drinking a Dr Pepper.
Did you know it has no period.
They dropped it.
That was your punctuation lesson for the day.

Today is my mom’s birthday.
I’m going to try to convince her to go to Nakatos.
Love that place.
Love her.
What could be better?

It took me a solid 5 minutes to figure out was #WM3 was on Twitter.
That happened in 1993.
I was in third grade.
Never heard of it.

Made roast for dinner last night.
Love it.
Put it in the Crock-Pot.
Turn it on.
Go to work—or cover a school board meeting.

My cute white rubber watch makes my wrist sweaty.
That is not attractive.

My left eye has started twitching.
Crazy, right?
I know.
But I’m not crazy.
I think it’s all the stress.
It only does it when I’m at work or right after I leave.
It’s day three now.
It’s starting to be annoying.
Faux-Google doctors tell me it will just go away.

Made some cupcakes the other day.
Shared with the peeps at Adam’s job.
I love to bake.
They love to eat.
It’s win/win really.

Adam is the only person who ever comments on my blog.
I am not fishing for comments.

I started C25K again.
It’s rough.
I think to complete the program in the allotted time you need to be in 1K shape to start.
I was in C shape.

We haven’t had to lock Chuck out of the bedroom at night in three days.
I think she may have finally grown out of the attack-everything kitten phase.
Also she is getting pudgy.
Like a little loaf of fur.

Confirmation on two weeks.

If Mom doesn’t want to go to Nakatos we may have to go without her.
Shrimp are calling my name.
(No I can’t hear them. We already established I’m not crazy.)

I have quote a few articles to write this weekend.
It’s D&D weekend for Adams.
It’s all good.

BTW, @AdamLetterman requested this blog.
He said he was sad there was no Wednesday blog.

People keep asking me about kids.
Isn’t it enough to be married?
Why does everybody have to have kids?
Can’t you just be content being in love?
At least for a while?
I (sometimes) like my friends kids.
In theory I would like kids.
However, four months of marriage is not long enough to ask those questions.

I probably just offended everyone who reads this with kids.

I’m not sure I care.
Their life is their life.
My life is my life.

I already wrote a published column about the great divide in America.
Parents v. non-parents.
It can’t be much worse than that.

Still nobody has called me back.
Lunch is almost over.


Poor pug. How can you look so sad and still be so cute?


2 Responses to ““I was born in the arms of imaginary friends…””

  1. Adam Says:

    Hey remember when Chuck threw up the other night? Imagine that all the time. For 18 years. #DownsideOfKids

  2. Tricia Says:

    Hey! I requested a blog a few weeks ago!
    I’m not offended about you’re disliking my kids : )
    Wait. . .have them much later in life

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