I’m a coper, you’re a coper, we’re all copers

Its been 1 whole week I’ve been Facebook free. How oh how have I done it?!!?

Pretty darn easily, if I do say so myself.

In this week, I’ve been on it twice and that’s only because I helped 2 people on 2 separate occasions in their own Facebook accounts.

I haven’t missed it one single day.

Have I been on the internet less since? – No! I still manage to find other sites to suck my time up, so I’m still working on that, but its nice being ‘free’.

Have I started to build better relationships with my Facebook friends since? – No! I’ve only talked to 3 of the 132 friends I’ve had on there. But in all fairness, we weren’t really talking when I was on Facebook.

However, I have been communicating more with one since leaving. Hi Annie!!! *waving*

A week later I still don’t regret my decision to delete my Facebook account.

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In other coping news, I’m coping with not having G-man around since Sunday. No worries, I’m not Debbie Downer over here. It is what it is.

I miss his company, humor, passion over football and the conversations he’d have with me as if I were his ‘guy friend’ talking stats and football history. My eyes may glaze and my ears may get a ringing sound where I only comprehend every 3rd word, but I sit there, give him full eye contact and with a smile nod my head and say ‘hhmm’ when needed.

It makes me feel special that he wants to share something he’s so passionately into with me. So I’m happy to “listen”.

Over the course of me jabbering about the G-man, I’ve had several people ask me to post a picture of him.

I wish I could. …but I can’t.

I somehow have led people to believe his line of work prevents me to post it, and part of me wants you to keep believing that, because that’s just cool sounding. Not to say it isn’t entirely true. His line of work can put him in danger. He does travel overseas, where I never say the country, because its for his safety.

But when it comes to the picture, its simply because he does not want me to post it.

I’ve asked. Waited a few months and asked again and each time its always no. I’m not going to ever post a picture without his authorization, so until that time, I’ll continue to show his hand, or arm, or back.
oop..and a leg

He’s a private man, this one. He doesn’t like being all over the internet. He still doesn’t grasp me blogging and I just about never bring it up to him. He actually doesn’t even read my blog. {shocker?} As he puts it, he doesn’t want to interfere with my creativity by reading it. Meaning…he doesn’t want to read it, not like it and tell me how much he doesn’t like it, so he just doesn’t read it.

For the record, I got him to read my first two posts when I first started, to get his opinion. We were both nervous. Him, because he knew if it sucked, he’d tell me and didn’t want to hurt my feelings and me because I knew if he thought it sucked, he’d tell me…and it would hurt my feelings.

In the end, he thought I actually wrote quite well, but declared he wouldn’t read anymore…the creativity and all.

So in the meantime, we all are going to have to continue to cope with the fact that I can’t share with you my one and only G-man. But one day, my friends. One day I will get that approval and you can bet your fanny I will post my little heart out until he or you scream stop.

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Call the police!

Alert the media, we need this to go global!

Have you seen these shoes?!?

They’ve been missing for 27 days. People, we’re at Defcon 5 here! We. need. to. find. THESE SHOES!! Here’s my police report.

On Friday, June 24th, at approximately 0545 hours, I, Emily, had last seen the shoes on the floor next to the guest bed in my friend’s guest bedroom, in her Los Angeles home as I was preparing for the drive to the surgical center where I was to have surgery.

On Sunday, July 3rd, at approximately 1325 hours, I noticed the brown Minnetonka moccasins were not in their original place inside the bedroom nor under the bench in the entry way. At which point, G-man was brought into the search and stated matter-of-factly that he recalled seeing the moccasins inside the Highlander at which point the search ceased.

Upon resuming the search within the vehicle on July 15th, it became clear the moccasins were indeed, not inside the vehicle, which began the search again within my residence, and the search produced zero results. At which point, a text was sent to the friend inquiring if the moccasins were within her home and the response was “no”. A call was placed on July 18th to request a more thorough search from the friend and am currently awaiting the results.

If you or anyone know of the whereabouts of the moccasins please contact me within the comments or if you feel you know who may have taken them and would prefer privacy, email is available also.

This concludes my report.

You have my permission to tweet, facebook, re-post and or email this police report to extend the search until they are found.

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