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Larry,
I just got a call from someone working at a local daycare that wanted to order one Large Pepperoni pizza. Despite my rather colloquial answer to the call and then subsequent stuttering in an attempt to understand why someone was calling me to order a pizza, the young lady persisted. She placed her order. I asked for her address and told her that it would be 20 to 30 minutes. I'll be honest with you-I've never felt so ALIVE!
Kids shouldn't eat pizza anyway. Don't they know, it's bad for you?
Hope all is well.
I should mention that we almost killed her new daughter after only 1 week of life. I will detail that experience at a later time. I am drunk with power at the moment and cannot concentrate.
Paul
Larry,
Sorry I haven't kept you updated. I have been acclimating to a new and terrifying life. But I did want you to meet my number one gal.
Larry, meet Lilly.
Talk soon,
Paul
Larry,
This is it. We're off to the hospital in just a few short hours to deliver this god-forsaken baby. She, that's made our lives pretty miserable for the last eight months or so. We couldn't be more excited! Also, this just in...someone's getting an enema but I'm not at liberty to say who. Stand by for the results of the APGAR test. Research suggests that this is THE litmus test to determine whether or not a child will be successful in school and thus, in life. We are anxious to review the results. Until then, Lily's a size Micro. Please get her something appropriate for the season.
Paul
Larry,
Did I tell you that I witnessed a crime? No? Well then, let me tell you my tale.
It was late one night, a couple of weeks ago. I was outside at midnight hoping to catch a glimpse of a falling star or some other astrological phenomenon when suddenly, a woman's cry pierced the night like a metal stud does a nubile woman's ear. Frightened, I peered out from behind my fence to see what was afoot and sure as I looked, I spied a group of 4 people standing around a car. Two men and two women were present, of this I was sure. From the woman's continued screams, I could tell that she was distressed. I ran inside hurriedly to call the police. They did not respond quickly. I remained on the phone with them for ten minutes giving them my location and alerting them to the obvious-one of the men was abusing one of the women. By the time I got off of the phone with the police dispatcher, I missed most of the action. In fact, my last glimpse of the fray was simply of a man peering out of an apartment door, obviously checking to see if the ruckus had coaxed anyone out of their homes. He then retreated inside and I waited for the police to come.
The police showed up about 20 minutes after I had placed the call. A police officer came over to talk to me and then he approached, cautiously, the apartment in question. The abuser answered the door and was apparently sprayed with the pepper spray. Good job, police! They handcuffed him and as they led him to the cruiser, I brazenly yelled, "That's what you get for hitting a woman, B1TCH!" His head hung low so I don't think that I was spotted.
After all of the excitement, the arresting office came to take my statement. I offered what I knew and kindly gave him my address and phone number, adding that I would be happy to testify should he be tried for anything. The officer insisted that the personal information was for the records only and that I wouldn't be bothered in the future.
This was a lie. Don't get me wrong. I feel like it's my civic duty to testify however, I also feel that it's a police officer's responsibility to be honest with the citizenry. Maybe honesty is too much to ask. Still, I am thankful that they responded when they did. I could see how a domestic squabble might quickly get out of hand. I hope that the defendant spends some time behind bars although I fear that I will not be a very good witness for the prosecution.
I'll be at 201 Polar at 9:00 AM on the 27th of this month, being civic-minded. And because I have seen Dog Day Afternoon, you can expect a fiery testimonial from me regarding this heinous crime.
To be continued…
Paul
Larry,
Howdy, old friend. I heard through the grape vine that you and Laurie were splitting up. That's a shame. Really. I thought that if anyone could make, it would be you guys. I hope that you are well and aren't taking it too hard. Or maybe the rumor is a bunch of nonsense and there is absolutely no truth to those rumors. Which ever is true, I know that you'll soldier on.
Depressing.
Ok, so here's what's been going on in my life.
Anna's getting close to having Lily. In fact, she's begun having contractions and they seem to be more frequent lately. We now believe that the projected due date of July 2nd is an overestimate. In fact, Anna feels like it could happen any day now. Exciting stuff for a first time parent. I know that you've already done all of this so I won't bore you with my excitement and anxiety. But it's happening soon.
Also, I've decided that I want to be a pharmacist. Actually, Anna's father, Dan helped me decide that. I won't get into the conversation that we had about it. Nevertheless, I'm going back to school. I've got to take some prerequisites-nine to be exact. Then, I can take the PCAT, which is the Pharmacy school admissions test. Also, I'll have to apply to UT Memphis and get accepted. Then, I can start the 4 year program. So, lots of hurdles. But I'm taking Microbiology and Calculus this summer. Hopefully, I'll have the pre-reqs done in 2 years. So, if all goes according to plan, I should hold a Pharm D when I'm nearing 40. C'est la vie.
Ah...we got a new family-oriented vehicle. A Honda CRV. It's nice. What else...
I don't know. That's it really. We watched a good movie last night. Notes on a Scandal. Where was Cate Blanchette when I was in middle school? Despite my jealousy and incredulity, I enjoyed the movie. Dame Judy Dench is the bomb! Also, this just in-I am retarded.
Ok, so I need to work on Calculus. I'm not enjoying that nearly as much as I am the Microbiology class but what are you going to do?
We're registered at Baby's R Us if you want to get a gift for Little Lily. If not, I understand. You're busy with your own life. But a Prius would be nice. Forget I said anything.
That's all I got. Take care of yourself. I'll check in with you again real soon. Hopefully, I can live blog the delivery. On the other hand, Anna might have other ideas. She has privacy issues.
Later,
Paul
Larry,
I wanted to tell you about Grand Central. I've wanted to tell all my friends but seeing as how I don't have very many, it's been difficult. Anyway, this company does some exciting things with the phone. Basically, they want to give you a phone number that you'll have for life. You enter your area code and then they let you choose between several available numbers. Then, once you chosen the number that you want, you set up your account, attaching all of your current phone numbers-work, home, cell phone, to your account. Then, you let all of your contacts know that you have a new number. In the future, when someone calls the Grand Central number, all of your phones ring. So, no matter where you are, you get that very important phone call. But wait, there's more. There are tons of additional features. For example, when your phone rings, you'll hear a recorded voice announcing the caller and asking you if you want to accept or reject the call. But the lady also asks if you want to accept and record the incoming call. So, you can record your calls. Awesome! Also, you can upload your own ringback tone so that when someone calls you, they hear a song instead of a boring ring. Right now, if you called me, you'd hear Black Swan by Thom Yorke. That song rocks and the chorus is the best chorus that has ever been written since the dawn of man. That's pretty much a scientific fact.
Call me if you'd like to hear Thom or leave me a message.
901-562-0824
Cheers,
Paul
Larry,
I realize that it's been months since I've written. To be fair though, you haven't written either. I refuse to feel guilty-life is too short. Are we good? Good.
Ok, here's what's been going on since December…
It's a girl! We've named her already. Lillian Beckett Little. If you want to go ahead and get her a monogrammed onesie, feel free. We're going to call her Lily. I may call her Beck or Becks or Freedom Robber. I suppose that it depends on my mood. She's named after no one in particular. I chose the middle name in homage to my favorite playwright. Anna got to choose the first name since I picked out the middle. I can't recall why she chose Lily. Maybe an homage to Kate from Lost but that doesn't make much sense. That's something that I would do. See our dog Xander, of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame.
Speaking of Xander…
Jorge, our Guatemalan painter, was over on Saturday to paint Lily's room-a soft pink, if you were wondering. At some point, I opened the door to her room to check on his progress when Xander darted in and immediately stepped in the paint pan. Anna and I freaked, which freaked Xander out. He ran down the hall getting pink paw prints all over the carpet, the stained concrete floor in our living room, and the faux leather coffee table. Not only that, but he had pink paint all over his paws and belly and tail. We took him to get groomed later that day. I think that Kim at Pet Vax may have clipped his junk because it's a little scraped up. But that's neither here nor there.
What else? That's all I got for right now. I promised someone that I'd blog.
Paul
Larry,
Look what we did on our honeymoon! I know that I told you already but I wanted to show you the very first picture that we have of our offspring. Mil says it looks like a gummy bear. She's also told us that we should get a t-shirt for the little guy/girl that says "Made In Costa Rica". Good idea for a baby shower gift. Joey called it a peanut. I'm thinking that there's something wrong with it's head. It's bulbous. It looks large to me. But I'm no doctor. We'll know more in 9 weeks-at least sex-wise. I'll be sure and drop you a line.
Paul
