Making My Martinez Mark

Okay, yes. You caught me. I alliterated. Again. But, I am starting up writing. Again. I know I do this every so often. But, you know what? Its just that time again, when everything seems so hectic, and I feel like I'm going to burst like a pinata filled with confetti. And then, suddenly, I remember that I can write. Write to chill my self.

You know, at work I am in charge of writing the Memos to the workers. The first memo I ever put out was, in all actuality, hilarious. So now I feel pressure to be that witty writer that I was. But you know what? I am pretty witty.

So, here i am. ready to write as a Martinez. Ready to make my Martinez mark on the world. How do I live up to a name?

You know, Chad and I are a pretty diverse couple. He is majoring in Japanese. I am majoring in Russian. My favorite food is Indian Curry. Our last name is Martinez.

Maybe we aren't diverse. Maybe we are just weird. Example:
My little sister, Isabelle, bought Chad a set of erasers for Christmas.
This set of erasers is a complete set of Sushi. It has sashimi, a roll, soy sauce, the works.
And do you know what he does?
Brings it to school with him everyday.

Exciting story of the week:

We like Modern Family (if you dislike it, i'm sorry. lets still be friends). And in it one of the characters is doing "Troga" which, incidentally, is Treadmill Yoga. Well, luckily this gave me an idea. When we were ice skating I started doing "Skoga." All went well, until I decided to skate like a normal person. I lost control of my breathing or something, and bam! I was on the ground. After about 2 seconds of laughing I rushed Chad to help me up. Well, I blacked out. I couldn't really see and I felt really nauseated. Good thing it was a work party, otherwise it could have been REALLY embarrassing.

Thats all for today folks.
Check it.

Maybe my life will get more interesting.
But, don't count on it.

K. Marti