The Lowdown

Who: Laura Latterman, with cameos by Nancy Decker



What: The original idea was for the two of us to try and follow the book and actually adhere to the rules (as much within our abilities and safety). However, it seems that I, Laura, will be doing most of the blogging - Seeing as how I'm the only one crazy enough to keep up with it. I'll share little tidbits about my life in general and my book-related accomplishments. Feedback and suggestions are appreciated!



Why: Mostly because I can; however, it also gives me an odd hobby and adds some spice to my life. And, it's a great way for my friends and family to keep up with me.



When: Day 1 was August 12th, 2010... It's a loooong work in progress.



Where: Littleton, Colorado & San Juan Capistrano, California





And this is where the magic begins...






Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Death, Notes, and Signatures

Day 54
10-03-2010
Improve Your Signature Day

I tried...  It still looks like a bunch of crud.  I look forward to marrying into a shorter last name so that my signature will be easier to manage.  Latterman is just too awkward to write quickly, and when you do, it just turns into scribble.  Bleh.


Day 55
10-04-2010
Family Love Day

So...  This entry is supposed to be about exploring socially inappropriate feelings for your family members.  Other than the fact that I think both my mom and brother are attractive people...  All I can really say to the rest of this is EW!!!!!!!  But, oddly enough, I had a dream about my dad that night.  It didn't have to do with love so much as I dreamt that he died.  It was weird.  My mom, brother and I were staying in a hotel suite.  I don't know why (I suppose you never really do with dreams).  And for some reason, my dad came to visit, but it wasn't so much a visit as he came to stay with us at the hotel with the full knowledge that he was going to die.  He died in his bed at the hotel.  Nothing fancy or dramatic.  He just didn't wake up.  My mom was laying fully clothed on the other bed and was softly sobbing and sad.  My brother was sad but not crying.  I wasn't upset.  Instead I took it upon myself to start cleaning the hotel room, gathered up my dad's stuff to either throw away or donate...  It was very weird.  And, now, a few days later in my fully awake state, I remember that I haven't heard from the bastard in over 6 years and I guess he already is dead to me, and that's why I wasn't upset.  So, it's not love that I feel for my father - It's indifference.


Day 56
10-05-2010
Leave a Note on Someone's Car Windshield

My contribution:

Nancy's note was awesome.  On the inside of the napkin it said "Made you look!"

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