accidental existence

Life, one sentence at a time

“…so much is wasted in the afternoon…” January 25, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 3:05 pm

Rainy Wednesday in the office.
Lots of paperwork gets done on days like today.
I should head to a local shopping center for a BIZ story, but rain makes for poor pictures.

They are working on the office today.
Lots of pounding.
Very distracting.

Both a busy week and not so much.
Playing the waiting game with sources right now.
Our yearly insurance meeting is tonight.
I’m sure our health insurance rates will go up.
Bastards.

But oh the goodness that awaits me at home.
Bought a new cookbook.
Day 1 recipe—rustic beef short ribs with mustard sauce.
They are becoming amazing in the crockpot as I type.
I love it when you pull up the drive way and can smell the heavenly aroma from inside the house.

Screamed like a girl yesterday.
I was putting up groceries, turned around and Chuck was standing there—with a dead mouse.
I didn’t even know we had a mouse.
She was very proud of herself.
I traded her for a can of Fancy Feast.
And left the mouse under a bowl for Adam.
I put a shoe on top of it, just in case it decided to come back to life.
It did not.
And Adam was super excited about having to take it out.
By super excited, I mean disgusted.

One more step toward my goal.
Very proud of myself.

Tomorrow is $1 subs at Jimmy Johns.
I am gonna rock that shit.
Plus, lunch with the hubs.
Smile.

Carpenters walking through the office.

Adams wants to take a road trip.
No sure he even knows where.
I think he just wants to get away from the stress of everyday life.
I can’t blame him.
(We are not going to the casino.)

I just washed my car.
Of course it’s going to rain all day and all night.
I wish it were snow.
I could use the day off work.

The rearranged desk is going well.
My phone feels so far away.

I would like an English muffin right now.
I’m not sure why.
Warm with butter.
Sounds so good.

It’s almost Valentine’s Day.
Kyle’s favorite holiday of the year.
My first as a married woman.
What to do, what to do.
I better think of something cute.
Pinterest here I come.

Speak of which.
I’m writing an article about Pinterest this week.
That means I get paid to look at Pinterest.
Hell yes.
Also why I enjoy running the newspapers social media.
(Aside from the fact that I rock at it.)
I get paid to look at Facebook and tweet things.
One of the better parts of my job.
You know, aside from dealing with the grateful public.

The Headliner News is sampling this week.
I sent a press run for 15,000+ copies.
Always makes me nervous.
What if I did something dumb like spelled my own name wrong?
Ugh.
That would be horrible.
Or if I wrote Emily Hoffman.

I haven’t typed Hoffman in a long time.
Felt kind of weird.

I also bought ingredients to make mini cheese cakes in muffin tins.
Have I ever mentioned I love grocery shopping?
Walking into the grocery store is like walking into an art shop.
All the raw ingredients are there—just wating for you to create magic with them.
There are a billion and two ways to make a dish.
It saddens me the amount of pre-packaged food I see.
Homemade chicken and dumplings are so much better than anything you can get from a can.
I know people are busy.
I am too.
But for the record, I love cooking.

Worst soup ever. You are not a true artist.

 

“…I’m in the war of my life, at the door of my life…” January 19, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 6:59 pm

It’s Thursday and I’m back.
While I could technically blog yesterday, I choose not to and stand united with my fellow bloggers against SOPA and PIPA.
Power to the people.

It’s just past 5:30 and I’m still at my desk.
Covering a board meeting tonight.
I need more caffeine.

I spent that last few moments surfing social media.
This county is so polarized it seems we will never be whole again.
If you follow my twitter feed, you know I too like to poke fun at the other side.
The real crime is that there is an other side to begin with.
You hear people say, “When did we stop being the United States and become the divided states.”
These same people then post status updates about how much the other party sucks.
Some days, it just gets to me.

Say Adam and I have a baby someday.
What kind of world are we bringing that baby up in?

Clearly, I shouldn’t be left alone in the newsroom.
Too much unfiltered time.

Also, when did God become the No. 1 thing to talk about on FB?
You like God.
That’s great.
I already knew that from your last 12 posts.
God is the new Facebook baby.

Had some ramen for lunch.
Good at the time.
Always reminds me of being a kid.
Not very filling.

I waivered on my goal this week.
I thought I was on track.
I thought I was doing good.
Turns out I was wrong.
After some lamenting—and chocolate—I’m back on the horse.

Just finished an article about a Rube Goldberg machine.
It was neat.

I hope this meeting tonight is short.
They all hate me anyway, why am I even going?

The first rule of journalism is always tell the truth.
Print the truth and only the truth and you have nothing to worry about.
Well the truth has yet to set me free.

I had to take my watch off to type today.
It was making red marks on my arm.
Hurt.

Adams is making dinner tonight.
That means we are having red beans and rice with sausage.
Since he only cooks once a month—on board meeting night—I haven’t grown tired of it yet.
We have been married 9 months now.
I guess that’s a good sign.
(I’ve got to teach him how to cook more dishes.)

I cleaned, organized and rearranged my desk this week.
Couple that with the total office revamp and I don’t even recognize the place.

This Dr. Pepper tastes amazing.

Washed Millie today.
My hands were getting all full of salt opening and closing the trunk on the NIE run.
That and she looked scuzzy.
I can’t drive scuz.

Idol started last night.
I’m not that excited about it this year.
If Adam were any less excited his face might actually freeze that way.

I think a city cat is trying to live under our house.
I keep hearing meow sounds and Chuck has taken to starring at the air vents.
I feel a bit bad for him.
He must have found a hole somewhere and crawled under.
If I feed him, Adam might disown me.
I might do it anyway.
Chuck can share, she is a loaf anyway.

No, I’m still not ready to have a baby.
Thanks for asking.
(Though Donna says if we did we could qualify for free home weatherization—so maybe.)
Overheard in the CCH newsroom: New weather stripping is not a good reason to have a baby.

I have a lot of articles this week.
People need to get with the program.
How can everybody I want to talk to be out today?

Others are moving up.
Still here.

Meeting in T-minus 1 hour.
Long day continues.

This made me laugh. I needed that.

 

“…no it won’t all go the way it should, but I know the heart of life is good…” January 12, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 4:02 pm

Thursday blog.
It snowed about an inch last night.
Of course people freaked out.
I can’t say I was any better.
I gave myself a full hour to drive to work—rather than a 1/2.
Kicker: I made coffee at home because I was afraid the Starbucks drive thru would be slick.
I hang my head in shame.

Big-ish meeting this morning—hence the not wanting to be late.
Our first as a new unified south.
(aka our three publications in the south section of the company)
Brings whole new meaning to the phrase “the south with rise again.”
Change is in store.
I think it’s gonna be good.

Speak of change, step two toward my goal  completed last night.
I know that’s cryptic.
Sorry.
However, I was VERY excited.
All will be revealed in time.

My toes are still cold from delivering NIE today.
I almost died in a snow drift at the Nixa Junior High School.

It’s not my turn to answer the phone.
But I will.
(ugh)

Pork chops for dinner?
I think so.

A friend told me today there was a waiting list for Pinterest.
One—that’s crazy that so many people want to do it.
Two—why would Pinterest not let people on?!
I mean the more people on their site, the more it benefits them.
Weird.

Crazy people on the phone again.

My dishwasher melted my favorite Starbucks coffee mug.
I have no idea how.
I have washed it tons of times on the bottom rack.
It was also right next to a mug of similar design that didn’t melt.
My heart melted a bit when I saw it.
I will accept donations to replace old Blackie if you feel so inclined.
(you don’t have to)
(but seriously, if you want to, those mugs are like $20)

I have an interview today at 4 p.m.
SO late in the day.

Plans are in the works for a game night with good friends on Saturday.
There is talk of a Pinterest inspired appetizer extravaganza.
I know—how can this not be good?!?
#veryexcited

Read an article about a woman who called the police to report her dealer sold her fake crack.
Kids—this is your brain on crack.
Any questions?

Bottle of water on my desk.

We rearranged the office yesterday to accommodate our new changes.
I doesn’t feel quite right yet.
Also, it’s literally 6 feet from my desk to the printer.
It used to be in another room.
I just lost my daily workout.

I painted my nails red this past weekend.
Way cute.
They are starting to chip.
Probably from all the typing.
Way not cute.

Our new stove is being delivered Saturday.
SATURDAY!
In just three days I will be in cooking bliss.
I think I’ll bake something first.
Pizza.
We bake a pizza now and one side is raw, the other burnt.
I have to rotate it every few minutes.

I think living room paining will begin this weekend.
I don’t think Adam is excited about that.

Mom bought a bird off Craigslist.
He was already named—wait for it—Dickie.
Danny and Chuck now have an Uncle Dickie.
I don’t know how I feel about that.
I’m pretty sure if Chuck ever met him, she would feel like she wants to eat him.

I need to clean my desk.

Pugs have poor snow clearance.

 

“…and that’s the way this wheel keeps working now…” January 5, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 3:43 pm

Today it Thursday—not blog Wednesday.
Yesterday was a emotional roller coaster in the office.
Couple that will a staff meeting from 8:30 a.m. to noon and there was no time for blogging.

Just had a nice fruit medley and some cereal for lunch.
Delicious.

Today the office is quiet.

First NIE run of the new year was a success.
Everyone was happy to see me and their newspapers.

Made breadghetti last night.
Adam was in heaven.

I’m feeling in a go-getter mood.
I want to start the living room painting process this weekend.
As per my column this week.
Also on the agenda, we buy a new stove.
Holy life—so excited.

It’s the first First Friday of the year and the weather is magnificent.
This is going to be a good weekend.

It’s hard to believe I just dated an article for next week Jan. 11.
Where is this month going already.
Christmas seems like a distant memory.

Dinner with old friends tonight.
Maybe a board game.
Maybe just lots of gossip.
Either way, its gonna be good.

Big changes are in store for me soon.
In the office.
At home.
Hopefully in life.

Tuesday I took the first step toward a goal.
A goal I have told myself I would achieve last year, but just made the problem worse.
It’s a baby step, but baby steps add up.
The key is taking the first one.
After that, the rest get easier as you go along.
I hope.

I wish I had a Dr. Pepper right now.
I have a bottle of water.
It fulfills the basic human need, but it lacks pizazz.
Anyone who know me knows I like pizazz.

I need to work on an article.
They are not nearly as fun to write as blogs.

I’ve come to notice, not all reporters are good writers.
You would think—and correct me if I’m wrong—but if you wanted to be a reporter, you might be a good writer.
Sadly, that is not the case.
Granted, news writing is different that novel writing—but the general ability to turn a phrase helps in both.

I have been thinking about Robert Frost a lot lately.
I would like to think I have taken the less traveled path, but have I really?
I when to college.
I got a career building job.
I met a guy.
I got married.
I’m ready to buy a house.
That seems like the road everyone has taken.
Then I thought about it a bit more.
That is the road the LUCKY people have taken.
I could be in a cardboard box under an overpass downtown.

However, to me that was the path I was meant to take.
That was the path that was laid out before me in life.
Therefore, I took the well-traveled path.

If I have learned anything in the last two days, it’s that my path is not as safe as it used to be.
My path is full of rock and pot holes and sometimes cliffs.

When will I finally make that jump.
The one I am scared to make.
I need to take the step.
It made all the difference for Frost.
I know it will for me too.