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“…maybe I’ll tell you all about it, when I’m in a mood to lose my way…” February 22, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 4:08 pm

As some of you may have noticed—it has been three weeks since my last blog post.
Believe me, it has been killing me too.

It’s been an insane three weeks at work.
Days I would typically write my blog I have been on the streets.
Covering student protests, the death of a former mayor, the death of a high school basketball player and in between taking a trip to a legislative media day in Jefferson City.
Insane.

Speak of insane: My morning was pure crap.
One—running late for work, so that adds stress.
Two—Stop as Starbucks for destressing coffee and they get my order wrong.
Almost completely backwards.
I order a grande iced mocha non-fat with no whip and light ice.
They give me a tall iced white mocha with whip and what appeared to be tons of ice.
Now I have to get out of the car and go in.
Those bastards.

Next stop Sam’s Club to pick up a lasagna for dinner.
Dinner at mom’s and it has to be picked up in the morning because it takes hours to thaw.
I may have arbitrarily blew up at her.
The convo went like this:
SAM’S  CLUB DOOR GREETER: Can I see your card?
Are you a business member?
ME: No.
LADY: You have to be a business member to shop now. You can come back at 10:30.
(It’s currently 9:20 a.m.)
ME: Seriously?
LADY: Yes. Or would you like to upgrade?
ME: No, I don’t want to upgrade my damn card.
Are you telling me that I am in the store, I have money to spend and you won’t let me shop?
LADY: That is our policy.
ME: Well that’s not very convenient is it?! Fine! I will just take my peasant money and leave this elitist store!
LADY: *jaw drops and she says nothing*

I should probably go apologize.
Damn pent up morning rage.

It was the holiday known in the Letterman house as Sertoma Chili Cookoff weekend.
Adam was so giddy he was singing all morning.
So.
Full.
Of.
Chili.

I made eight phone calls this morning.
I left eight messages.
I am waiting.

I found some new black pens in the supply closet.
In the style I like.
The day just got a bit better.

It must be food festival season because Adams and I also attended the Eureka Springs chocolate festival.
That or we just really like food festivals?
Turns out there was more talk of chocolate than actual chocolate.
I pictured pastry chefs in white coats with silver trays of bon bons and truffles.
We got a line of smelly Arkansas people and vendors who wanted us to buy their products in exchange for a chocolate covered pretzel.
Give me the pretzel lady.
Keep your random chocolate shit.

I think Chuck is in her toddler phase.
I’m sitting the the couch—here’s the scene:
CHUCK: I’m going to lay on your lap mom. I’m so cute. *ball*
ME: Aww, nice kitten.
CHUCK: What you have buttons on your shirt?! Must. Bite. Them.
ME: Stop or I’m flipping you off.
Bite.
Flip.
Jump back up.
Bite.
Flip.
ME: Damn it Chuck! Stop it you little bitch.
Bite.
ME: That’s it. No more lap.
CHUCK: FINE MOM! I’ll lay next to you and poke you arm with my one claw.
Poke.
ME: Stop it.
Flip.
Jump back.
Poke.
ME: That’s it—you’re going in time out.
And I locked her in the back half of the house.
CHUCK: I hate you mom. Let me out and I’ll be nice. Purrrr. I’m so cute.
ME: Whatever you snot cat.

It’s a beautiful day in the Ozarks.
Upwards of 70 degrees today.

It’s only 47 days until we have been married a year.
Can you believe it?
It’s gone by so fast.
We are planning a 5 day 4 night say in Hot Springs to celebrate.
I can’t wait.
German food, spa treatments, art walk and the Arlington.
Little bit of married people heaven.

Speak of married people.
OMGlee last night.

I had ramen for lunch.
It was hot.
It’s warm outside.
That was off putting.
#justsayin

Dinner with friends from the Lou tonight.
They are swinging through on the way home from a funeral.
Wish it was on better circumstances.
Still happy to see them.

I’m glad I don’t live in Virginia.
Probes?
No baby adoption for the gays?
To paraphrase Adam, Virginia is only for lovers when it we say so.
#justsayin

Super long.
Missed blogging.

You ordered me what?! If I had thumbs, I would sent this back.

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“…hits her like a sunrise…” February 1, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 3:06 pm

Made seven calls this morning to sources.
Waiting for seven people to call me back.
Half of being a reporter is playing the waiting game.

Exciting morning on Twitter.
My TweetDeck was off the hook with #DGB news.
I’m not gonna lie—Mizzou was a bit disappointing.
All that hype to stay in state?

Speaking of state universities.
Adam and I just had a high-larry-us convo about college sports chants.
ME: What does Rock Chalk Jayhawk even stand for?
ADAM: We are surrounded by idiots.
ME: Why?
ADAM: Rock Chalk Jayhawk? What is that Kansas? Woo Pig Sooie in Arkansas. Boomer Sooner in Oklahoma. And Iowa, well they are Iowa. They have enough to worry about.
ME: hahahahahaha
I say: Go Bears.

Doing good on my goal.
Made progress last night and just steps away from completing my first mini-goal.
Very excited.

An old man came in the office with anonymous birthday cards he received two years in a row.
The first one read: “You can leave your boots under my bed anytime. Guess who?”
Hello feature story that just walked in the door.
Sweet almost 80-year-old man, married 50+ years, widowed, turned dirty real fast.
First thought that popped into his head upon receiving the cards?
An erection.
No joke.
Wrong head.
We did not write that down.

Crime stats are sort of depressing to compile.
I hate the theft the most.
I work hard.
People who steal take that all away in an instant.

It’s 60+ degrees outside.
It’s been that way for three days.
What happened to winter?
And people say global warming isn’t real.

I’m attempting a new Pinterest recipe.
Apple pie baked in apples.
Looks delicious.
Even better?
It’s good for you because it is low in sugar and there is barely any crust.
All apple all the time.

I wish I were at home right now with the hubs.
Maybe even watching Ax Men.

Mint chapstick and mint gum at the same time is a lot of mint.
It’s arctic in my mouth right now.

Soup for lunch was good.
I wish it had been a Taylor’s burger.

Super sweet husband that he is, Adams has cute first-Valentine’s Day-as-married-couple plans.
We are headed to the 8th annual Eureka Springs Chocolate Festival.
A room with all you can eat chocolate samples done by master pastry chefs.
Also, hello romance factor.
The city we got married in+lunch at our restaurant.
He’s a keeper.

We put Chuck on indoor aka diet food.
She is still a lump.
I think it’s just in her nature.
I understand.

Super Bowl this weekend.
Food, relaxing, alcohol, sweet commercial……and some football.
Priorities.

Almost verbally maimed a guy on Twitter today.
I don’t even know him—he found me though a hashtag meme.
Then he proceeded to criticize my tweets about college sports fans.
Seriously guy?
You have nothing better to do then troll Twitter and ridicule other people.
I responded.
Then I got mad.
Then I took the high road.
Then I hit reverse, backed down the high road, responded and drove back up.
He responded again, but I pretended like I didn’t even read it.
Ass.

Pork chops for dinner.
Speak of which.
I made a rosemary crusted tri-tip roast Sunday.
I thought Adam was going to marry it and run away he liked it so much.
He took leftovers for lunch Monday AND Tuesday.
Added that one to the rotation.

It’s only 2 p.m.
I have a busy week the rest of the week.
I may go home early.
Sounds good.
I think I just talked myself into it.

Two couples I know announced their divorces in the past week.
It’s heavy on my heart.

Adam has baby fever.
#justsayin

Had a double shot this morning.
Co-workers said I was talking so fast when I left a voice mail they couldn’t understand me.
“She’s always buzzing just like neon, neon.”

Burt Hummel is maybe the cutest TV dad ever.
Also #justsayin

I get to attend the MPA and AP Day at the Capitol next Thursday.
I’m rather excited about it.
I need to find a super cute outfit.
By that I mean outfit that says: Hello Senator, yes I am a reporter, yes I look super cute, now answer my question.

Will you be my puggy Valentine? Yes.