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Today I feel like this blog is an old friend. And when I sit to write I wonder if everything I am writing is something I have told you before. In college I had to write a 10 page paper in Spanish. And I remember the moment, right around the seventh page when I had literally run out of vocabulary. It wasn't that I ran out of ideas but I didn't have Spanish words for my ideas. So I just turned in a 7 paged paper. When my professor asked me about it a week later, I explained my vocabulary issue. He said, you know you could have written the paper in English? It says it right on the syllabus. Class will be held in Spanish but you can write papers in English. So much for not reading the syllabus.

So even though I am writing in English I feel like I am out of words. Or maybe out of energy. People who write for a living must either be incredibly strong or incredibly immune to the emotional outpouring that goes into every single sentence. Maybe I am like an out of shape athlete. Okay, I am an out of shape athlete, but maybe it is also a metaphor for my writing. Hopefully this blog will get me into shape. Because the thought of being a professional writer someday sounds absolutely awful. But I still want to do it. Thats how I can tell if I really want something. Because for the most part I prefer only to do things that are easy.

At the superbowl, Owen pushed Josie off of a box that neither of them should have been standing on. I was sitting right next to them and continued with the conversation I was having. My sister-in-law stopped and said, I think Owen just pushed Josie off that box. I responded that yes, you are right but I find it much easier to completely ignore them.

When Josie was about 6 months, my mother asked me if she was talking yet. I said no. Is she supposed to be? My mother said, well what words have you been trying to teach her? I said, teach her? Can't she just pick it up from my conversations with other people? The next day I pointed out every one syllable thing I could find, shoe, books, cat, doll. Fortunately Josie is a quick learner.

So I wrote without stopping and blah blah blahed on my blog. I guess this is just one of those nights when I hope I will write something better tomorrow. I bet I am not the only one.