<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/myfirstry"><title>Do you know my "friend", Ellen? - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/</link><description>Ok, so my kids laugh at me A LOT. My 10 year old once said, "Mom, you could make a couple thousand dollars off that one, you crack me up!" So every once in a while I write to my friend, "Ellen". (NO WAY DO I KNOW HER IT IS FICTION/PRETEND) I pretend she is a real friend whom actually responds to me. Although, I am actually writing to a famous comedian that has never returned any correnspondence to date.  So here are a few letters that I sent and a few that I didn't send to my pretend friend named Ellen. 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That's ok though. I am so glad I saw her. Ellen, I asked him to leave many times this week and he won't go. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I hurt everywhere. I don't know how much more I can take......</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/926140"><title>We laughed...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/926140</link><description>She is great, I sit here with a great BIG SMILE! I hope to see her again soon! I love you EM! Thank you for coming! C U Soon!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/926116"><title>She's coming here!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/926116</link><description>OH My! She called me over the weekend. EM called me! I haven't heard from her in in well over a year. I mean she hasn't been the one to contact me. And now she is on her way here! I cannot believe it Ellen! EM is on her way here! To see ME! When she called me the other day and I asked her what is...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/926102"><title>It's not funny anymore..</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/926102</link><description>This is it, I can't do this anymore. I told him everything, every detail. Here it is years later and I still don't have all the details and the little I think I know is BS! Ellen I don't know what to do anymore! I can't keep smiling right now, this is getting serious! Changes need to be made!...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/925291"><title>I need a laugh, I am desperate...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/925291</link><description>Where oh where are my smiles... I haven't laughed in so long... what does it feel like... look like? does it have a sound? does it feel good? how does it taste? can you see it? can I touch it? ahhh if I only had a laugh...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924988"><title>I watched your new routine..</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924988</link><description>It was so awesome. I wasn't able to watch it all in one sitting like I wanted to. I didn't get your favorite joke about the ladders and stuff. I am still trying to figure that one out. It was so inspiring though. Then I read about this NBA star and how he was encouraged by an "adopted" family....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924676"><title>I could use your funny...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924676</link><description>You always make me laugh... I don't watch your show like I used to. I know your ratings have dropped because of it. I'm sorry I will do better. How are things going? I hear things are pretty busy for you lately. Same ole' stuff here. Well just wanted to say hey. TTYL.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924572"><title>Our friend Em..</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924572</link><description>We need to get together with Em. I wanna see how she's doing. Have you talked with her? How are the kids? I bet they are getting so big! Well you tell her we all said hey, now! LOVE HER!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924535"><title>I could use your advice...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924535</link><description>I know we don't see each other much, but I could use a good lunch date with a good friend right about now. Know any good places around here? LOL</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924305"><title>Goodness Gracious...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/myfirstry/924305</link><description>Me: Son what are you doing! Son: Playing soccer! Me: In the living room? Son: Uh...Yea?! Me: Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire! SON STOPS WHAT HE'S DOING Son: OMG! WAS GRANDPA* OK? Me: What are you talking about? Son: You said Grandpa* caught fire! Me: Laughing so hard, my son cannot...</description></item></rdf:RDF>