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“…so young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire…” October 3, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 1:48 pm

Another Wednesday in the office.
Another afternoon of waiting for people to call me back.
Story of the last 5 years of my life.

I’m happy today.
I think life is starting to fall into place.
I may be growing up.

Adam and I took on the 2.1 mile mountain trail at the Nature Center this weekend.
It wasn’t that bad.
Until we hit the GIANT hill on the way out.
That almost killed us.
But we did it.
And the walk was beautiful.
This weekend we take on the American Diabetes Association 5K.

Annie has found her voice.
She howls at everything these days.

Chuck is still lump.
I think she’s gotten fatter despite the indoor formula cat food.

Fall in the Ozarks is so great.
I wish I had someone to take a lap around the square with me.
I’m looking at you KW5.
Craft festival is this weekend.
May drag Adam out after the walk.
With 1,000+ people in the park, it would be easy to convince me to stay home.

Backyard Brawl is this weekend.
I spent half the morning pimping it on social media.
Literally.
The other half I listened to our prosecutor talk to teens about sexting.
Any day you get to her the prosecutor say skank is a good day.

Pumpkin spice latte for breakfast.
Don’t tell dietitian Dave.
He doesn’t like when I do that.

They are building an IKEA in KC.
Words can’t describe how happy this makes me.

The first presidential debate is tonight.
I looked up the drinking game.
If I played by those rules, I would pass out in an alcoholic coma.
I prefer to pick one word and just go with it.
Official rules are really too much work when drinking.
Tonight’s alcohol of choice—a nice glass of red wine.

There are two people in the office right now.
I’m one of them.
It’s beyond silent.

Change is good.
Change is scary.
I don’t know if I’m ready.
I have to be.

I think Nick and Jess on New Girl should date.

Went to the dentist for my 6 month cleaning yesterday.
I have early onset gingivitis.
I was freaked out.
Dr said about 70 percent of American’s have it.
He told me to floss more.
UGH
I hate flossing.
My teeth as too close together.

Tweetdeck just popped up.
I have no idea what a legal 5 Mississippi rush is.

If you follow me on Twitter, turn your phone off tonight.
I’m live tweeting the debate.
You have been warned.
I’m looking at you Barb. :)

It’s hard to believe it’s already October.
Where did this year go.
Time has a way of rushing forward in the newspaper business.
The holiday season is almost upon us.
Adam, you should start preparing for Black Friday now.

Just ripped it yesterday and my desk calendar is already full up.
It’s that time of year.

The bulb under the stove hood vent burnt out.
It was a way old school 100 watt bulb.
We replaced it with a 60 watt energy saver bulb.
It’s good for the planet, crap for me.
It seems so dim.
Thankfully, it’s only guaranteed to last for 12 years.

Ozark needs a Panera.
I could use a chocolate pastry right now.
I’d settle for one in Nixa.

Visited Cashew Inn Cashew Out Monday.
It was the 25th anniversary of my old stomping grounds.
I got a free egg roll.
All was good in the world.

If you read to the end of this blog, I’m sorry.
I’m not feeling it today.
I wrote to clear my head.
My thoughts are all fixated on non-suitable-for-blog-talk issues.
I feel I have accomplished nothing.

Here is a pug photo.

Happy fall

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One Response to ““…so young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire…””

  1. Adams Says:

    We should do bourbon shots tonight. #justsayin


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