Hey tootse,
First of all, technically "retarded" post works because according to Webster means, "to make slow; delay the development or progress of (an action, process, etc.); hinder or impede." I think anytime you can use the word "retard" you should slip it in there. That and along with using the word "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis." If you don't believe me that's a real word, and you may just need to make a note card with that on it someday, if you don't believe me click on the word for proof.
Anyways sorry for waiting so long to finally write you. I suppose I could say I was busy and what not, which is partly true, but in reality I just put it off and off and off and off and off and off... You get the point. A lot has happened since our last post. I think I had just kissed you, I don't think we had seen the sun as a dating couple up till that point, but most of all and importantly, and not to be overstated, I hadn't realized or told you that I loved you yet. Wow, are you sure I'm allowed to tell you that? Are you sure you didn't slap me in the face when I said that? I hope I can always back that statement up, and I do intend to.
So I guess I have an obligation to a man who's been setting the world record for longest heart attack, so here it goes...
All of a sudden Terri, the neighbor's dog burst through the back door of the trailer barking as he chased Sal's cat Tommy. He was so startled that everything around him went blank for a few seconds. Then suddenly as his vision returned there was an immense pressure in his chest, as if the world's fattest person was sitting on him. In addition to the crippling crushing sensation in his chest, stabbing pains attacked the entire left side of his body, and he had lost all control of his left arm. Sal knew exactly what was happening. With a family history of heart attacks, there was no way that this could be anything else. All that panic and fear in his eyes had no escape, he could see the end of his life coming all too soon; and yet not a sound could escape his lips. At that moment he realized what a fool he'd been...
...Pricilla sat cracking gum with her knees aimed at each other below the roll-out keyboard stand. She was admiring her new vibrant red flats she had bought the day before. Although they were a Pay-Less Shoes bargain, no one could tell they weren't designer, she thought to herself. Her office was positioned just to the right of the Emergency Room entrance, and her red shoes were the only irregularity in a white hospital room with an occasional poster of the Heimlich maneuver and cliche scenery photos. Most days at the Chugwater Regional Hospital came and went without much action, but on occasion there would be a little excitement, and "a little excitement would be great for sanity," Pricilla often told herself....
Ha, so I decided to introduce a new character into the story, and dub the name of the town Chugwater. You may not be surprised who was the inspiration for my character ha, and man it's scary to try to think like her to write about her. Ha, anyways Sara I want to keep this blog going, especially because I'll be going away this fall and its just another way I can talk to you or at least to add a little variation to talking on the phone, since that's probably what mostly we'll be able to do while I'm gone. Anyways, I hope your next post doesn't take as long as mine did, can't wait to see you this weekend
-J to the O to the S to the H
PS: Could you post some pictures you've taken of me and you on here, I don't think we have any, and I think it would be ok to start posting them on facebook if you'd like. I think according to facebook I'm in only two pictures with you haha
First of all, technically "retarded" post works because according to Webster means, "to make slow; delay the development or progress of (an action, process, etc.); hinder or impede." I think anytime you can use the word "retard" you should slip it in there. That and along with using the word "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis." If you don't believe me that's a real word, and you may just need to make a note card with that on it someday, if you don't believe me click on the word for proof.
Anyways sorry for waiting so long to finally write you. I suppose I could say I was busy and what not, which is partly true, but in reality I just put it off and off and off and off and off and off... You get the point. A lot has happened since our last post. I think I had just kissed you, I don't think we had seen the sun as a dating couple up till that point, but most of all and importantly, and not to be overstated, I hadn't realized or told you that I loved you yet. Wow, are you sure I'm allowed to tell you that? Are you sure you didn't slap me in the face when I said that? I hope I can always back that statement up, and I do intend to.
So I guess I have an obligation to a man who's been setting the world record for longest heart attack, so here it goes...
All of a sudden Terri, the neighbor's dog burst through the back door of the trailer barking as he chased Sal's cat Tommy. He was so startled that everything around him went blank for a few seconds. Then suddenly as his vision returned there was an immense pressure in his chest, as if the world's fattest person was sitting on him. In addition to the crippling crushing sensation in his chest, stabbing pains attacked the entire left side of his body, and he had lost all control of his left arm. Sal knew exactly what was happening. With a family history of heart attacks, there was no way that this could be anything else. All that panic and fear in his eyes had no escape, he could see the end of his life coming all too soon; and yet not a sound could escape his lips. At that moment he realized what a fool he'd been...
...Pricilla sat cracking gum with her knees aimed at each other below the roll-out keyboard stand. She was admiring her new vibrant red flats she had bought the day before. Although they were a Pay-Less Shoes bargain, no one could tell they weren't designer, she thought to herself. Her office was positioned just to the right of the Emergency Room entrance, and her red shoes were the only irregularity in a white hospital room with an occasional poster of the Heimlich maneuver and cliche scenery photos. Most days at the Chugwater Regional Hospital came and went without much action, but on occasion there would be a little excitement, and "a little excitement would be great for sanity," Pricilla often told herself....
Ha, so I decided to introduce a new character into the story, and dub the name of the town Chugwater. You may not be surprised who was the inspiration for my character ha, and man it's scary to try to think like her to write about her. Ha, anyways Sara I want to keep this blog going, especially because I'll be going away this fall and its just another way I can talk to you or at least to add a little variation to talking on the phone, since that's probably what mostly we'll be able to do while I'm gone. Anyways, I hope your next post doesn't take as long as mine did, can't wait to see you this weekend
-J to the O to the S to the H
PS: Could you post some pictures you've taken of me and you on here, I don't think we have any, and I think it would be ok to start posting them on facebook if you'd like. I think according to facebook I'm in only two pictures with you haha
