Wednesday, April 18, 2007

I Don't Know Who Reads My Blog

I don't know who reads my blog. Just in case you are the person that stole my black jacket with the zip off hood from the back of my '87 Dodge Colt back in '91, I just wanted to let you know I still think about that jacket. It was kind of new to me at the time and I hadn't started to get tired of it yet. So I hope you liked it while you had it. Maybe if you still have it you could send it to me. I don't mind if it's all worn out. I just want to see if it is really worth remembering. However, if any kind of house pet hunkered down and gave birth on the jacket, there is no need to send it... If I don't receive it I will just assume that's what happened.

1 comment:

mark Elliot said...

Emily said...

I didn't take your jacket. But I might read your blog. I think you are clever and witty and quite sassy with the anonymous commenter re: your letter to TGIFridays, so I'll probably be back.

PS -- I think it is impossible to have a really positive dining experience at either Chili's or Fridays. They are both so early 90s. The onus is really on the customer to know going in to either one that a stellar dining experience will not ensue. (You should have known.)
10:25 PM
mark Elliot said...

I have to admit that I rarely aspire to anything being stellar in this life. I am a bit of a nit-picker. All I really hope for is, not horrible. Also, it may be suitable to point out that part of me is still kind of stuck in the 90's. Because that's when I had the best hair and the best abs and a totally hot car.(And for a short time, what I think was a pretty cool jacket.) With that said. Your PS point is well taken. It's about time I started taking responsibility for my choices and acting on things I know will improve my life. Even if that improvement is just a notch above "not horrible". I have got to stop falling asleep in front of the TV munching on orange, crunchy, Xtreme flavored snacks and wondering why I woke up with bad breath and a hurtful pain in my churning guts. I didn't do that kind of thing when I was dating. So why would I do it now? And another thing. Even though I don't want to admit it, I know why the hairs on my feet hurt all the time. It's because I sleep in my socks. Well no more. I am freeing my self from all my street clothes nightly, all the way to my socks, and retiring to my actual bed. To sleep under sheets and a blanket, on a pillow. With a removable,changeable, washable pillow case.

So tomorrow instead of rising from my sofa, throwing off my Cheeto stained afghan.I will start my day off by eating breakfast, seated at the table with my wife. And maybe with a little effort we will have a stellar conversation about how we would like the rest of our lives to go. Or should I say Grow? What ever the case, Look out PF Chang's! We're moving up in the world.
12:05 AM
Brooke said...

I read your blog! I must say it is one of my favorites. I wish you could just send me my own private letter each week about pretty much anything. I guess you could really! Perhaps you are really a writer at heart--all that creative stuff must coincide within you. oh and I don't have your jacket either.
12:47 PM
Tommy said...

Not only did I steal your jacket but I've never read your blog!