Southern Author: John E. Cother

Thursday Feb 15, 2007

Ever wonder what us writer types do all day? I wonder that myself frequently. My darlin' wife asks me frequently what I plan to do when I grow up. Actually I have no plans to grow up. I mean wouldn't that more or less spoil most of the fun?

BC, you out there fella?

I arose at 7am and got myself ready for the wellness center. I arrived there at 8am after a tiny bite of breakfast. I did a pool work out for about an hour and half. Following this, I did an hour long yoga class.

For lunch, I ate once again with Susan, Alicia, Valerie, Gracie and Inga...my reputation is going to hell in a handbasket I know.

Home after lunch, I played with the ever lovely and feisty Maggie for a while. She needs the exercise.

CORRECTION: Susan says emphatically that the sash which she ties herself up with is NOT velvet.

Our slightly ditzy waitress at a local bar b que joint had a sweet smile...that's about it.

Home on my trusty laptop, I am writing stuff in this blog instead of doing real writing.

2007-02-15 20:03:00 GMT

Comments (2 total)

Author:Anonymous

Yes, I'm out here and thinking about you. Please see my comment on the Fight For Iraqi Freedom.
--B. C. Crawford
<mailto:bccrawford@yahoo.com>

2007-02-20 01:31:38 GMT

Author:Anonymous

Your days are just packed with excitement. So are mine. I don't recall exactly what type of medium Susan said she used to tie herself up. Thought it kind of thought provoking though. Never had the desire to do that.

I sort of resent the hell in a hand basket statement - you should be honored that you have the opportunity to have lunch with such lovely ladies - and on a weekly basis to boot. Every man should be so lucky. (And your adorable wife has to put up with this)? Looking forward to the next time.
--g

2007-02-28 22:12:25 GMT

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		Thursday Feb 15, 2007 Ever wonder what us writer types do all day? I wonder that myself frequently. My darlin' wife asks me frequently what I plan to do when I grow up. Actually I have no plans to grow up. I mean wouldn't that more or less spoil most of the fun? BC, you out there fella? I arose at 7am and got myself ready for the wellness center. I arrived there at 8am after a tiny bite of breakfast. I did a pool work out for about an hour and half. Following this, I did an hour long yoga class. For lunch, I ate once again with Susan, Alicia, Valerie, Gracie and Inga...my reputation is going to hell in a handbasket I know. Home after lunch, I played with the ever lovely and feisty Maggie for a while. She needs the exercise. CORRECTION: Susan says emphatically that the sash which she ties herself up with is NOT velvet. Our slightly ditzy waitress at a local bar b que joint had a sweet smile...that's about it. Home on my trusty laptop, I am writing stuff in this blog instead of doing real writing. 2007-02-15 20:03:00 GMT Comments (2 total) Author:Anonymous Yes, I'm out here and thinking about you. Please see my comment on the Fight For Iraqi Freedom. --B. C. Crawford <mailto:bccrawford@yahoo.com> 2007-02-20 01:31:38 GMT Author:Anonymous Your days are just packed with excitement. So are mine. I don't recall exactly what type of medium Susan said she used to tie herself up. Thought it kind of thought provoking though. Never had the desire to do that. I sort of resent the hell in a hand basket statement - you should be honored that you have the opportunity to have lunch with such lovely ladies - and on a weekly basis to boot. Every man should be so lucky. (And your adorable wife has to put up with this)? Looking forward to the next time. --g 2007-02-28 22:12:25 GMT Site Home