"God is so gangsta, that's what I love about him."
- Jameka, Big Brother 8
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Tuesday Haiku
Far from all weekends
My soul withers in vast pain
You are hell, Tuesday.
My soul withers in vast pain
You are hell, Tuesday.
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Monday, July 30, 2007
Weekend Expedition
Disclaimer: I’m trying to remind myself that this weekend was a lot of fun, but it’s hard to do now that I have the bruises from spending a day in a canoe (legs banged up, bum bruised too) and the aches associated with sleeping on the ground for a few nights. So ignore any whining.
We headed down to the Elk River on Friday. It was a good drive down and we got there with plenty of time to set up camp and explore a little. We totally lucked out with our site – just enough trees & shade, nice grass, and a trail down to the river. Awesome. Saturday morning we got up and got ready for the big day on the water. While we were waiting for the bus to pick us up the boys got busy applying the temporary tattoos that I convinced Luke to buy at some shady gas station.
We headed down to the Elk River on Friday. It was a good drive down and we got there with plenty of time to set up camp and explore a little. We totally lucked out with our site – just enough trees & shade, nice grass, and a trail down to the river. Awesome. Saturday morning we got up and got ready for the big day on the water. While we were waiting for the bus to pick us up the boys got busy applying the temporary tattoos that I convinced Luke to buy at some shady gas station.
The best would be when they put the entire strip of tattoos, included the TM sign, across Brian’s back. Hilarious. 
Clark went for the neck.
Once we got started I was quite nervous that Clark and I were going to tip, especially for the first half hour or so as I gained as much balance as I was ever going to get.
Oh wait, I guess I should explain - Ry & I referred to each other as Meriwether Lewis & William Clark this weekend. After all, we were exploring the wild. (yes, I am wearing a koozie on a necklace. And yes, Clark got a tan line from his! lol!) 
And then you get to call other people Sacagawea too.
Anyway, I was pretty sure we were destined to tip due to the fact that I have no balance at all. It can really hinder your life.
So the day was great, perfect weather, cool and clear water, and the stench of shit prevalent. Oh, yeah, I guess that part wasn’t so great. Yeah, the entire area just really smelled. Apparently there was a chicken farm or something nearby. Ew.
I had a fun run-in on the river with a faithful reader! We literally ran our canoes into each other. Hope you finished up the day ok Tara!
The trip down the river went pretty well. We had to stop quite a few times because the water was shallow and we were fat. Oh, I did get a good tip from Tara then, “think skinny!” I was really more into yelling at the skinny people who peacefully drifted by as Clark and I struggled to get floating again.
- Best moment stuck in the river – a canoe of people we were with got stuck against a log. Instead of moving their canoe around it they moved the log inside our canoe. My instant reply, “Quit ruining my float trip!” The hilarious part was the girl, Sacagawea (I realllly love saying Sacagawea. Sacagawea! SACAGAWEA!), didn’t know me that well and I’m pretty sure she thought I was serious.
The floating really only got bad at the end when we flipped. I was already in a foul-ish mood having decided about 40 minute prior to the flip that I was done with this whole canoe bidness. Yeah, then William (Clark that is) had the great idea to get out and “swim” – swim in this case actually meant hold onto the canoe while Meriwether paddles. You can imagine how well that went over –at the campfire that night after I said that Lewis & Clark got through the expedition without fighting I was (laughed at first, then) reminded of how I requested that Clark either, “GET OFF the f*$&ing boat, or GET IN the f*$&ing boat!!” (that doesn’t count as an F-word, does it Momma?)
At least by that part of the trip he was over attempting to be a gondolier.
Then we approached the rapids (I suppose that should really be “rapids”), and I warned Clark that we were guaranteed a flip if we continued in that direction, but apparently I had been warning him of impending flippage all day, so yeah, boy that cried flip and down we went!
It was really fun, I don't have any bug bites and I'm not really sun burnt, but I'm really bruised up and I have a ton of laundry and cleaning to do. And a reminder of why I don’t camp all the time! It's good in small doses.
Survived
Hey - I made it back from our trip this weekend, hopefully I'll have a post up later today.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Floatin'
I'm off!
And what good timing too, I've never heard people talk so much about an article in the Star. Hopefully the trip won't be newsworthy. I'm not planning on making 400 jello shots.
And what good timing too, I've never heard people talk so much about an article in the Star. Hopefully the trip won't be newsworthy. I'm not planning on making 400 jello shots.
My fav tag in KC
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Country Roads.... take me home....
I had a poetic and beautiful post all ready to go about how it was, oddly enough, quite refreshing to spend 8 hours/day for two days driving around country roads. But, yeah, after 16 hours of driving around on country roads I'm too tired to do it!
And by country roads, I mean country roads. Gravel. One lane. Dead ends at creeks. Odd looks from people driving by (esp. when you don't wave, I had to lecture our driver). Cows. Dogs chasing your vehicle.
If you don't know what I mean, if none of those things listed above jog a memory for you, I honestly feel sorry for you.
I'd say I'll do it later, but it's not looking so promising. I have the daunting task of packing for the float trip tonight - which includes the bigger task of grocery shopping with Ry/keeping him on point.
And just 'cause Zogie & I always sang it on the bus ride home from games in high school and I love this freaking song, I'll end with this:
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
And by country roads, I mean country roads. Gravel. One lane. Dead ends at creeks. Odd looks from people driving by (esp. when you don't wave, I had to lecture our driver). Cows. Dogs chasing your vehicle.
If you don't know what I mean, if none of those things listed above jog a memory for you, I honestly feel sorry for you.
I'd say I'll do it later, but it's not looking so promising. I have the daunting task of packing for the float trip tonight - which includes the bigger task of grocery shopping with Ry/keeping him on point.
And just 'cause Zogie & I always sang it on the bus ride home from games in high school and I love this freaking song, I'll end with this:
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
New Rule
If you're socially awkward and can't initiate or continue polite conversation among coworkers or other general acquaintances, you are not allowed to call others awkward.
You are the awkward one.
Someone having a polite, if boring, conversation with you is not awkward.
You are the awkward one.
Someone having a polite, if boring, conversation with you is not awkward.
Devastation
What's the point of being within 2 miles of the world's largest McDonalds if you aren't going to at least drive by it? Or UNDER it (because you can)?
Dang work trip!
Dang work trip!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Quiet
I have a really busy week ahead of me - some travel for work followed by a canoe trip this weekend! So you probably won't be hearing much from me this week. I'll try to post some pics that K-Daddy took at Amelia Fest - the fireworks were once again quite amazing. So was the rest of the weekend!
Have a good week folks.
Have a good week folks.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Brazilliant
Thank you so much to Shea for linking to Slice of Pink, and to Pink for linking to Minimiam. I love these photos.
These are my confessions
Tagged again! KC Sponge just tagged me to share 8 secrets. This might be kinda hard, because as we learned today, I'm an over sharer. It's hard to have secrets when you tell everyone everything.
So, here's my attempt. If you already know one of these, just act like it's a secret & I trusted you that much.
1) In the 5th grade I went to get a drink of water, down the hall I saw someone on the floor flopping around. It took me forever to realize that they were having a seizure. I was so freaked out I didn't do or say anything - there was someone else down there helping, I'm not a total monster - but I went back into class & sat down, totally freaked out, then ashamed I didn't do anything.
This is really really hard.... I have no secrets (that I'm willing to share)...
2) This one is lame - I think that when I belt out, like reallllly belt out songs, that it sounds good.
3) I wonder when the cut off is for adult acne (when it's official that's what's going on here) and why I didn't get my mom's non-oily skin.
4) I audibly fart at my desk knowing that I sit by older people who can't hear. And it makes me giggle almost every time.
5) I'm afraid to do what I really want - pack up everything and travel for a year.
6) I have a ton to do, but I'm too overwhelmed right now to do any of it.
7) I'm afraid of repeating the same mistakes, and afraid that my fear is creating new mistakes.
8) Last night I had a couple of beers before working out. It was really random.
DAMN! I just learned that I really do over share! If one of my secrets is about drunk working out, then I am totally sharing too much.
Eh, whateva.
Umm, I'm tagging... Shea, Michelle, D, Perez (jk)... yeah, that's it.
So, here's my attempt. If you already know one of these, just act like it's a secret & I trusted you that much.
1) In the 5th grade I went to get a drink of water, down the hall I saw someone on the floor flopping around. It took me forever to realize that they were having a seizure. I was so freaked out I didn't do or say anything - there was someone else down there helping, I'm not a total monster - but I went back into class & sat down, totally freaked out, then ashamed I didn't do anything.
This is really really hard.... I have no secrets (that I'm willing to share)...
2) This one is lame - I think that when I belt out, like reallllly belt out songs, that it sounds good.
3) I wonder when the cut off is for adult acne (when it's official that's what's going on here) and why I didn't get my mom's non-oily skin.
4) I audibly fart at my desk knowing that I sit by older people who can't hear. And it makes me giggle almost every time.
5) I'm afraid to do what I really want - pack up everything and travel for a year.
6) I have a ton to do, but I'm too overwhelmed right now to do any of it.
7) I'm afraid of repeating the same mistakes, and afraid that my fear is creating new mistakes.
8) Last night I had a couple of beers before working out. It was really random.
DAMN! I just learned that I really do over share! If one of my secrets is about drunk working out, then I am totally sharing too much.
Eh, whateva.
Umm, I'm tagging... Shea, Michelle, D, Perez (jk)... yeah, that's it.
Trees - an explanation
My high school boyfriend asked me one time why my Dad always called my mom Trees.
Her name is Therese.
Her name is Therese.
Also known as Trees.
A guest blog from K-Daddy - which further confirms the notion that GDSean & I have that working with K-Daddy must be the most random & bizarre thing ever, given that he really doesn't care what his coworkers think about him. Anywho, umm, yeah, this story is funny because it's true. Which also makes it kinda ew... let's just say there's no question that my parents still totally dig each other - which is totally awesome & horrifying at the same time.
"BTW: My boss stopped by my cube yesterday to get an update on my current project. When I told him my plan, he said "Go get 'em, Tiger!" and started walking away. I said, "don't call me Tiger." Then I added, "that's what my dad calls my mom." His awkward reaction was hilarious."
-K-Daddy
"BTW: My boss stopped by my cube yesterday to get an update on my current project. When I told him my plan, he said "Go get 'em, Tiger!" and started walking away. I said, "don't call me Tiger." Then I added, "that's what my dad calls my mom." His awkward reaction was hilarious."
-K-Daddy
Me
It's no shocker.
My personalDNA Report
No shocker that my openness level is higher than 98% of people. Justifies the blog I guess.
(popcandy)
My personalDNA Report
No shocker that my openness level is higher than 98% of people. Justifies the blog I guess.
(popcandy)
Aaaammmmmeliiiia!!!!
This weekend is the Amelia Earhart Festival in Atchison. I highly recommend going. They have the most choice fireworks in the midwest. I really don't know if this year is going to be very fun though. I don't know what K-Daddy's plans are, and really it's only fun if you're with him and his buds to join in with Jon screaming, "Ammmmmellliiiiiaaaa!!!"
'Cause she's still missing and stuff.
Anywho, I called Mom & Dad to see what their plans were for the biggest weekend in A-town and if they were back yet from their trip. Almost every year they randomly take off for a trip - usually right before or after their anniversary (7/11). They don't plan it out and don't know where they're going. Oh, and once they get there, they don't usually tell any of their 5 children either.
So basically they leave for an unknown amount of time to an unknown destination.
I'm pretty sure they're still gone because when I called the house this morning the answering machine finally picked up and said it was full.
I immediately had a flashback to the longest trip Mom & Dad took/the time they abandoned GDSean & I. When GDSean & I were in high school Mom decided to go with Dad in the semi on a trip to Oregon to deliver some machinery that he sold and visit my Mom's sister. They were planning on being gone for a week. The left us 3 blank checks and like $50. Sean immediately took the cash to buy beer and I hid two of the checks from him.
I think we spent the first check in a really dumb way, doritos and frozen pizza or something for probably $15, without writing it over for cash. Mistake.
A week later, Mom & Dad not only aren't back, they're actually just now in Oregon, and we're down to one check. Blast!
I think we bought more junk food and wrote the check over for some cash, which was surely confiscated once again by GD Sean for beer.
(sidenote for Mom & Dad - this was the first time I got drunk and smoked (inhaled) cigarettes - I'd try to make you feel bad, but whateva, it was bound to happen eventually)
Things actually got bad when we were out of food and money and Mom & Dad were still on the west coast - until my friends at the grocery store told us to just charge it. What a fabulous thing.
Don't have an account yet? Doesn't matter.
Your charge account? Your phone number. Awesome.
Your limit? None. Even awesomer.
This is probably one of the best parts about small towns - you can charge everything in every store. Seriously. Shell & I had a great adventure in A-town charging everything for the day to our parents. It started charging gas to Dad, then we went to the pharmacy & charged a scrumptious lunch of tenderloin sandwich & chocolate malts to Momma, but Shell wussed out when I tried to convince her to stop by the grocery store for me to charge some groceries. We never told Mom & Dad - but a month or so later were so busted when Mom was asking Dad who charged a meal at the pharmacy & I busted out laughing after getting a look from Shell. Thanks for lunch Mom!
Anywho, so I think Mom & Dad ended up being gone for almost three weeks. It was pretty hilarious to GDSean & I. We were totally good kids though, I don't think we even threw a party. Whenever I'm watching TV or talking to parents who are thinking about giving their kid the first taste of responsibility - making mac & cheese - at age 13 - I just laugh. My parents broke us in early & it paid off for everyone involved.
'Cause she's still missing and stuff.
Anywho, I called Mom & Dad to see what their plans were for the biggest weekend in A-town and if they were back yet from their trip. Almost every year they randomly take off for a trip - usually right before or after their anniversary (7/11). They don't plan it out and don't know where they're going. Oh, and once they get there, they don't usually tell any of their 5 children either.
So basically they leave for an unknown amount of time to an unknown destination.
I'm pretty sure they're still gone because when I called the house this morning the answering machine finally picked up and said it was full.
I immediately had a flashback to the longest trip Mom & Dad took/the time they abandoned GDSean & I. When GDSean & I were in high school Mom decided to go with Dad in the semi on a trip to Oregon to deliver some machinery that he sold and visit my Mom's sister. They were planning on being gone for a week. The left us 3 blank checks and like $50. Sean immediately took the cash to buy beer and I hid two of the checks from him.
I think we spent the first check in a really dumb way, doritos and frozen pizza or something for probably $15, without writing it over for cash. Mistake.
A week later, Mom & Dad not only aren't back, they're actually just now in Oregon, and we're down to one check. Blast!
I think we bought more junk food and wrote the check over for some cash, which was surely confiscated once again by GD Sean for beer.
(sidenote for Mom & Dad - this was the first time I got drunk and smoked (inhaled) cigarettes - I'd try to make you feel bad, but whateva, it was bound to happen eventually)
Things actually got bad when we were out of food and money and Mom & Dad were still on the west coast - until my friends at the grocery store told us to just charge it. What a fabulous thing.
Don't have an account yet? Doesn't matter.
Your charge account? Your phone number. Awesome.
Your limit? None. Even awesomer.
This is probably one of the best parts about small towns - you can charge everything in every store. Seriously. Shell & I had a great adventure in A-town charging everything for the day to our parents. It started charging gas to Dad, then we went to the pharmacy & charged a scrumptious lunch of tenderloin sandwich & chocolate malts to Momma, but Shell wussed out when I tried to convince her to stop by the grocery store for me to charge some groceries. We never told Mom & Dad - but a month or so later were so busted when Mom was asking Dad who charged a meal at the pharmacy & I busted out laughing after getting a look from Shell. Thanks for lunch Mom!
Anywho, so I think Mom & Dad ended up being gone for almost three weeks. It was pretty hilarious to GDSean & I. We were totally good kids though, I don't think we even threw a party. Whenever I'm watching TV or talking to parents who are thinking about giving their kid the first taste of responsibility - making mac & cheese - at age 13 - I just laugh. My parents broke us in early & it paid off for everyone involved.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Most Inspirational and Profound Thing Ever
Ferris Bueller's Day Off is of course one of my favorite movies ever.
Now I know that I can use it as guidance for whatever life throws my way.
Thank you PopCandy.
Now I know that I can use it as guidance for whatever life throws my way.
Thank you PopCandy.
Easy Bake Nasty
I thought they were recalling it because anything you cook in it tastes so horrid.
Apparently not.
Not will your food taste shitty, now you might also lose a finger!
Apparently not.
Not will your food taste shitty, now you might also lose a finger!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
So true. So sad. I miss you Mark!Whatever you do
Don't go see Hot Rod.
I want my money back - unfortunately it was free. I still feel like I should be compensated for my time.
As Ry said, it's been done before, and done better.
At least it was $10 bottles of wine night at the Blue Moose! Thanks Melinda.
I want my money back - unfortunately it was free. I still feel like I should be compensated for my time.
As Ry said, it's been done before, and done better.
At least it was $10 bottles of wine night at the Blue Moose! Thanks Melinda.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Perfect Ride
I just had a drive home from work so perfect I have to share.
All green lights, or, well, at least yellow enough - which Ry will tell you is pretty much red. Anywho, it was awesome and under ten minutes and I feel like a champ!
All green lights, or, well, at least yellow enough - which Ry will tell you is pretty much red. Anywho, it was awesome and under ten minutes and I feel like a champ!
Haiku for you
Tuesday work goes long
The weekend beckons me now
Come, Erin, party
- Comments for this post accepted in Haiku form only.
What a crock.
According to CNN.com today, Ralph Papitto, 80 year old chairman of the Roger Williams University board used the N-word at a board meeting in May.
Alright, so that happens sometimes - doesn't mean that's ok, but it does.
But here's where Ralph really mucks it up. He told a radio station that, "The first time I heard it was on television or rap music or something."
So you're 80 years old, you lived through Jim Crow and lynchings, saw racism in the U.S. at it's most violent, but you didn't hear the n-word until you heard rap music?!?!?
When people mess up, why can't they fully own it?
Yeah, I said it, I've said it before, I know it's wrong, I shouldn't have. The end.
I think Ralph just gave the rap industry more credibility in the argument that they are unfairly blamed for social problems.
Alright, so that happens sometimes - doesn't mean that's ok, but it does.
But here's where Ralph really mucks it up. He told a radio station that, "The first time I heard it was on television or rap music or something."
So you're 80 years old, you lived through Jim Crow and lynchings, saw racism in the U.S. at it's most violent, but you didn't hear the n-word until you heard rap music?!?!?
When people mess up, why can't they fully own it?
Yeah, I said it, I've said it before, I know it's wrong, I shouldn't have. The end.
I think Ralph just gave the rap industry more credibility in the argument that they are unfairly blamed for social problems.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Dis-gusting
You look at this picture and it's gross. They you look closer at his leg and you vomit a little in your mouth.
My gift to you.
Thanks Mark.
My gift to you.
Thanks Mark.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Weekend Wowzer
Man, I had a crazy-busy weekend, starting with the O.A.R. concert in Westport on Wednesday night that we got into for free (woot!) by saying we were watching people play volleyball at Buzzard Beach - yes!
Friday Ry & I had a great time hitting up Boozefish on the way to the Record Bar. The Record Bar was about 115 degrees and 80% humid, but it was still an awesome atmosphere and show. We saw Radio Birdman which was pretty cool. I like seeing bands that are cult legends that I know nothing about. I just love seeing people freak out for a band that I've never heard about, I don't know, it's like you appreciate it more.
Saturday was awesome, spent the day frying at a really nice pool with Sarah, Heather & Melissa. Had to go to a work party - which the main topic of conversation was my burnt forehead, annoying - then went out in Westport with a fun group of people. Good day!
Sunday was crazy too - Ryan & I got up early to go to Harry Potter with Ben, then headed to G-ma's 85th birthday party. After that we went to GDSean & Meggie's house to hang poolside. So fun. SO fun. I showed off some stunning dives and stunts off the diving board.
I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.
Friday Ry & I had a great time hitting up Boozefish on the way to the Record Bar. The Record Bar was about 115 degrees and 80% humid, but it was still an awesome atmosphere and show. We saw Radio Birdman which was pretty cool. I like seeing bands that are cult legends that I know nothing about. I just love seeing people freak out for a band that I've never heard about, I don't know, it's like you appreciate it more.
Saturday was awesome, spent the day frying at a really nice pool with Sarah, Heather & Melissa. Had to go to a work party - which the main topic of conversation was my burnt forehead, annoying - then went out in Westport with a fun group of people. Good day!
Sunday was crazy too - Ryan & I got up early to go to Harry Potter with Ben, then headed to G-ma's 85th birthday party. After that we went to GDSean & Meggie's house to hang poolside. So fun. SO fun. I showed off some stunning dives and stunts off the diving board.
I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
summer weekend
How excited am I for some time in the sun with my ladies poolside? Very.
I love summer weekends. Yesss....
I love summer weekends. Yesss....
Friday, July 13, 2007
Things that suck
Meetings with the subject matter: Why I hate Erin and never want to work with her.
Yeah, that's right, just in case you didn't know or you always wondered, it really fucking sucks to have some ass read off a fucking list (yeah, seriously, it was numbered and shit) about why he doesn't like you.
Ugh.
And on top of it, he talked about me in third person.
Sick. Don't do that.
I really can't decide if it's a good or bad thing that the most hated person I work with is the one that hates me.... hmmm.... what does that mean?
I'd disable comments because I don't want to talk about it, well, clearly I want to talk about it, but I don't want you to talk back about itbut I'm lit enough to not put the effort forth.
And for those of you attending, this subject will not be addressed at Helen's 85th birthday party. Unless of course, Helen decides to make her own lists about hating people, which very well could happen. I'm pointing at you Sean.
I'm going to continue drinking and cursing for the rest of Friday night.
Then I'm over it.
Kinda.
Yeah, that's right, just in case you didn't know or you always wondered, it really fucking sucks to have some ass read off a fucking list (yeah, seriously, it was numbered and shit) about why he doesn't like you.
Ugh.
And on top of it, he talked about me in third person.
Sick. Don't do that.
I really can't decide if it's a good or bad thing that the most hated person I work with is the one that hates me.... hmmm.... what does that mean?
I'd disable comments because I don't want to talk about it, well, clearly I want to talk about it, but I don't want you to talk back about itbut I'm lit enough to not put the effort forth.
And for those of you attending, this subject will not be addressed at Helen's 85th birthday party. Unless of course, Helen decides to make her own lists about hating people, which very well could happen. I'm pointing at you Sean.
I'm going to continue drinking and cursing for the rest of Friday night.
Then I'm over it.
Kinda.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
And why not?
Seriously, if you're in the industry that these are target to, what's stopping you from going for it?
But how successful would they be? Is anyone really looking at your stripper shoes?
But how successful would they be? Is anyone really looking at your stripper shoes?
I don't think counting it helps
So the other day we had a health screening at work and they had this big sign that said something along the lines of cut out 250 calories from your diet a day, burn 250 additional calories a day and lose a pound a week.
So I'm thinking, yeah, I want to lose a pound a week. But how many freaking calories do I even eat a day? I have absolutely no clue. So I joined the first website I found in a google search. It's pretty fun to do the daily food log/activity log. In fact, I'm kinda obsessed with it. I feel like I'm earning points or something... I know, strange.
Anywho, I was poking around the activities section and found that there was actually a heading for "inactivity" and another for "self care & hygiene." Now, I know it's interesting to know how many calories you burn while "having hair or nails done by someone else" (I'd suggest subtitle: sitting on your ass), but I think the hilarious part is you know someone out there is thinking, "activity...activity... what did I do today?? Oh! I got my nails done.... I stood talking in church...and pooped once ... oh, and I drove my car for 15 minutes. That means I burnt enough calories to really splurge tonight!!"
So I'm thinking, yeah, I want to lose a pound a week. But how many freaking calories do I even eat a day? I have absolutely no clue. So I joined the first website I found in a google search. It's pretty fun to do the daily food log/activity log. In fact, I'm kinda obsessed with it. I feel like I'm earning points or something... I know, strange.
Anywho, I was poking around the activities section and found that there was actually a heading for "inactivity" and another for "self care & hygiene." Now, I know it's interesting to know how many calories you burn while "having hair or nails done by someone else" (I'd suggest subtitle: sitting on your ass), but I think the hilarious part is you know someone out there is thinking, "activity...activity... what did I do today?? Oh! I got my nails done.... I stood talking in church...and pooped once ... oh, and I drove my car for 15 minutes. That means I burnt enough calories to really splurge tonight!!"
But in a good way
I went to the kickboxing-pilates classes last night & it totally did kick my butt, but in a good way. I forgot how fun taking classes/doing something like Tae Bo is. It brought back lots of memories of Tae Bo in college dorm rooms. We especially favored the 5 minute video - enough to make you feel good about yourself, not enough to have to change out of jeans or need to shower. The lazy man's workout.
I sure did miss double-time last night though! Mostly the way that people on the Tae Bo videos are so excited that Billy just yelled, "Double-time!" Like they were just hoping that he'd take it to another level and kick their asses more.
So what did I learn? I really need either a class or team sport to keep me motivated and entertained. I suck at treadmills! Seriously, 1/4 of mile in & I'm booooored!
That said, it's really time to think about 24 hour fitness. They have lots of classes on my way to & from work. hmmmm...
Oh, and p.s., Pilates sucks. A lot. You pretty much hold your head up the entire time (one friend describe it as a "taco position" because your body is curved up). And in case you're wondering, yeah, that really hurts. A lot. :P Boo to you Pilates!
I sure did miss double-time last night though! Mostly the way that people on the Tae Bo videos are so excited that Billy just yelled, "Double-time!" Like they were just hoping that he'd take it to another level and kick their asses more.
So what did I learn? I really need either a class or team sport to keep me motivated and entertained. I suck at treadmills! Seriously, 1/4 of mile in & I'm booooored!
That said, it's really time to think about 24 hour fitness. They have lots of classes on my way to & from work. hmmmm...
Oh, and p.s., Pilates sucks. A lot. You pretty much hold your head up the entire time (one friend describe it as a "taco position" because your body is curved up). And in case you're wondering, yeah, that really hurts. A lot. :P Boo to you Pilates!
Yup, that's me!
K-Daddy sent me this picture because it reminded him of me. No, not because of my caboose, which is totally flat (thanks Dad for those genes - I still remember the time he walked into Florence middle school & all my girlfriends busted out laughing because they finally saw where I got my rear from. And then called me Flat Butt Slatt - I digress...).
Actually Caboose has always been a nickname from my Dad - I'm the caboose of the family as the last of 5.
So I love it and now you get to love it too!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Totally nervous
I have a kickboxing/pilates class tonight after work - at work. I'm totally nervous too. Here's why:
1) it's 45 minutes of cardio kickboxing - when was the last time I did 45 minutes of cardio?!?
2) it's 30 minutes of pilates - I think I may have done one pilates position for about 10 seconds with Ang before decided it was too much work. crap.
3) it's with coworkers. Awkward! Even though the girls I'm going with are my friends, it just sucks to not know who else might be there & to lose the anonymity of a huge class at a gym.
4) I always assume I'm going to suck/pass out/possibly die during workout classes.
5) Tomorrow. Soreness. Ew.
6) I'm sure there will plenty more reasons to hate the class discovered tonight at the class!
1) it's 45 minutes of cardio kickboxing - when was the last time I did 45 minutes of cardio?!?
2) it's 30 minutes of pilates - I think I may have done one pilates position for about 10 seconds with Ang before decided it was too much work. crap.
3) it's with coworkers. Awkward! Even though the girls I'm going with are my friends, it just sucks to not know who else might be there & to lose the anonymity of a huge class at a gym.
4) I always assume I'm going to suck/pass out/possibly die during workout classes.
5) Tomorrow. Soreness. Ew.
6) I'm sure there will plenty more reasons to hate the class discovered tonight at the class!
Does it really mean anything?
Shea & The D both had their horoscopes posted today, so I got curious & checked mine on Yahoo:
Overview:It's a turning point for you right now, so make sure you're paying attention -- the next move you make could take you far or set you back. Your life needs lots of attention to leap over this next hurdle.
I'm surprised. It's incredibly true right now & completely describes my feelings/movement going on at work.... hmm.
Overview:It's a turning point for you right now, so make sure you're paying attention -- the next move you make could take you far or set you back. Your life needs lots of attention to leap over this next hurdle.
I'm surprised. It's incredibly true right now & completely describes my feelings/movement going on at work.... hmm.
Heavenly.
Last night, for the first time in weeks, I slept through the entire night. I was so happy when I woke up. And it's all because of this little piece of magic. Oh man was it lovely! If only I would have listened to Shell long ago & gotten one then - she's pretty much always right - it's annoying. But, eh, she my big sister, it's her job to be right!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Not quite reflective of my experience...
I really want to call Willie Disco Willie now a la Disco Stu, but Rave Willie would be more appropriate. I'd thank Mark for sending it to me via DeadSpin, but I don't think I'm really that grateful...
There are so many things wrong with this video. Like the music. And the coaches heads as planets/moons. And the triangle thing. And the guys head as a football. And the KU player burning the KSU player with lasers. And the guy riding the dinosaur. Is that Cheney?
There are so many things wrong with this video. Like the music. And the coaches heads as planets/moons. And the triangle thing. And the guys head as a football. And the KU player burning the KSU player with lasers. And the guy riding the dinosaur. Is that Cheney?
Last one of the summer.
Last weekend was the last wedding of the summer, Amanda & Chad. Here's me & the bride! So pretty! 
And the girls!
It was a great time, but a lot of totally random stuff happened.Like Melissa's bloody nose. Yeah, I wasn't going to be alone in the room with her while snot aliens slithered out of her nose. Heeeeelllllll no! So I called for reinforcements in Heather & Zogie. Then we got Shaun, because I was at that wedding & I think bloody noses fall under sickness & health! She's all yours Shaun!
And the hole in my dress! Where did you come from!?!
Zogie was even able to fit her head through the hole. :(
Oh, and what about the boys eating some of the flowers from the bouquet that I caught?!?
Our table had fun. My other Ryan. 
Ry & I had a good time dancing and stuff.
And the girls!
It was a great time, but a lot of totally random stuff happened.Like Melissa's bloody nose. Yeah, I wasn't going to be alone in the room with her while snot aliens slithered out of her nose. Heeeeelllllll no! So I called for reinforcements in Heather & Zogie. Then we got Shaun, because I was at that wedding & I think bloody noses fall under sickness & health! She's all yours Shaun!And the hole in my dress! Where did you come from!?!
Zogie was even able to fit her head through the hole. :(
Oh, and what about the boys eating some of the flowers from the bouquet that I caught?!?
Our table had fun. My other Ryan. 
Ry & I had a good time dancing and stuff.
Jumpin' Jack Flash
Pat & Ang had a party this weekend for Jack's Big 3. 
Their parties are pretty awesome, inflatable moon walk thingy, sprinkler going, goodie bags, snacks, and hard hats for the kiddies. Makes me kinda jealous, not gonna lie.
Jack got a pretty cool toy that turned out to be pretty dangerous/scary too. It was a water rocket. I'm actually wondering if it was taken off the market or something because I can't find it online. Anyway, basically it has a base that you connect to a hose, then you put the rocket on top & the water shoots it up in air. But then it falls back down. And it's made of hard plastic. Yikes!
Another cool gift was his weed eater. He put his goggles on and got to work right away!
Their parties are pretty awesome, inflatable moon walk thingy, sprinkler going, goodie bags, snacks, and hard hats for the kiddies. Makes me kinda jealous, not gonna lie.Jack got a pretty cool toy that turned out to be pretty dangerous/scary too. It was a water rocket. I'm actually wondering if it was taken off the market or something because I can't find it online. Anyway, basically it has a base that you connect to a hose, then you put the rocket on top & the water shoots it up in air. But then it falls back down. And it's made of hard plastic. Yikes!
Another cool gift was his weed eater. He put his goggles on and got to work right away!
Putting off the weekend
So much happened this weekend that I'm putting off reporting it by copying Shea -(Fun Facts About, Well, Me)
Four jobs I've had:
1) Pharmacy Girl (yup, that's what they called us)
2) Temp worker - law firm where I was sexually harassed, some mortgage place
3) Resident Assistant - and I kicked ass at it
4) Waitress
Four places I have lived:
1) Atchison, Kan.
2) Marion, Kan.
3) Granada, Spain
4) Kansas City, Mo.
Four Places I've been on vacation:
1) Lake Okoboji - my memories of it are like a movie. Loved that place. And it's so fun to say!
2) Cancun
3) Costa del Sol, Spain (Nerja was my fav, probably just 'cause we called it Nerj-ah in our fake southern accents instead of Nair-ha)
4) Washington, D.C. - lots, best time was with my family when our parents didn't care where we went, what we did or when we met up again. Naturally, Sean & I went around taking pictures of silly tourists & K-Daddy hung out with homeless people. It was fabulous. Going back for Shell's wedding was a good time too, that was when we (me & GDSean) found the most awkward porn shop - ever! It was absolutely tiny & had signs about how long you could browse. Ew.
Four of my favorite foods:
1) Chicken Diavolo from Accurso's
2) Asian food - esp. sushi & Thai
3) Dinner at Shell's house - they always have tasty stuff & Patrick is a ridiculously good cook
4) White-trash, horrible-for-you, most-ingredient-from-a-can casseroles
Four places I would rather be:
1) the pool
2) Spain
3) accepting a check for $100 million jackpot
4) Cancun again with Ryan
5) Pretty much anywhere (I get to add a 5th b/c I want to)
Four jobs I've had:
1) Pharmacy Girl (yup, that's what they called us)
2) Temp worker - law firm where I was sexually harassed, some mortgage place
3) Resident Assistant - and I kicked ass at it
4) Waitress
Four places I have lived:
1) Atchison, Kan.
2) Marion, Kan.
3) Granada, Spain
4) Kansas City, Mo.
Four Places I've been on vacation:
1) Lake Okoboji - my memories of it are like a movie. Loved that place. And it's so fun to say!
2) Cancun
3) Costa del Sol, Spain (Nerja was my fav, probably just 'cause we called it Nerj-ah in our fake southern accents instead of Nair-ha)
4) Washington, D.C. - lots, best time was with my family when our parents didn't care where we went, what we did or when we met up again. Naturally, Sean & I went around taking pictures of silly tourists & K-Daddy hung out with homeless people. It was fabulous. Going back for Shell's wedding was a good time too, that was when we (me & GDSean) found the most awkward porn shop - ever! It was absolutely tiny & had signs about how long you could browse. Ew.
Four of my favorite foods:
1) Chicken Diavolo from Accurso's
2) Asian food - esp. sushi & Thai
3) Dinner at Shell's house - they always have tasty stuff & Patrick is a ridiculously good cook
4) White-trash, horrible-for-you, most-ingredient-from-a-can casseroles
Four places I would rather be:
1) the pool
2) Spain
3) accepting a check for $100 million jackpot
4) Cancun again with Ryan
5) Pretty much anywhere (I get to add a 5th b/c I want to)
Monday, July 09, 2007
More than meets the eye
So a ton went on this weekend, but I have to start with Transformers.
Oh.
My.
God.
BESTMOVIEEVER!
I loved it so much that I tried to con Ry into sneaking into the next showing of it at the theater.
If you haven't seen it, I just don't even know how to explain it's awesomeness to you. Even if you take away the beautiusness that is Josh Duhamel in uniform (holy hell is he hott in this movie!!!), it's still amazing.
It was so bad that I actually found myself wishing for an Optimus Prime action figure 3/4 the way through the movie. Wow.
I thought I had a ton to write, but really, it's just awesome and I can't sum up its awesomeness. I laughed, I almost cried (Bumblebee at the end), I was ready to make out with Josh, but then Ry totally stole my heart back by telling me he'd be my Bumblebee. Probably the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life.
The graphics were so realistic, I left the movie scared/looking for autobots. Afterall, they are living among us in plain site, waiting, protecting.
I was actually depressed after the movie. The realization that I'm not friends with Optimus Prime and Bumblebee was a bit too much for me. I want autobot friends too!
Oh.
My.
God.
BESTMOVIEEVER!
I loved it so much that I tried to con Ry into sneaking into the next showing of it at the theater.
If you haven't seen it, I just don't even know how to explain it's awesomeness to you. Even if you take away the beautiusness that is Josh Duhamel in uniform (holy hell is he hott in this movie!!!), it's still amazing.
It was so bad that I actually found myself wishing for an Optimus Prime action figure 3/4 the way through the movie. Wow.
I thought I had a ton to write, but really, it's just awesome and I can't sum up its awesomeness. I laughed, I almost cried (Bumblebee at the end), I was ready to make out with Josh, but then Ry totally stole my heart back by telling me he'd be my Bumblebee. Probably the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life.
The graphics were so realistic, I left the movie scared/looking for autobots. Afterall, they are living among us in plain site, waiting, protecting.
I was actually depressed after the movie. The realization that I'm not friends with Optimus Prime and Bumblebee was a bit too much for me. I want autobot friends too!
Friday, July 06, 2007
I'm off!
Alright kiddies - I'm bustin' this popsicle stand for the land of Manhappiness! See you later!
If you roll like me you don't get laid.
Alternate title for this post - I'm the motherflippin'!
It's Flight of the Conchords. And you should watch it.
Wrapping up the 4th
I realized that there was plenty more to share from the 4th of July other than snakes & rain.
After the rain let up Ry watched me burn my finger lighting more smoke bombs and black cats. It was pretty fun, especially with the little girl next door cheering me on. It was pretty awkward though when I gave her dad a champagne popper for her and he didn't know what it was or what it did... what a sad life.
Anywho, I was pretty disappointed with my tanks and roosters. Even though the tanks never roll I convinced myself they would after testing all of them on my arms at the fireworks stand. I think Ry was pretty bummed that he didn't go shopping with me after he found that out. So the tanks just popped about once or twice then kinda just sat there & burned. Bor-ing.
The roosters I got really excited for. I think they are the scariest fireworks out there. First of all, they're menacing looking. 
All I ever remember about them is them being unpredictable. I think they shoot out of two ends, usually falling over and shooting at you. Whatever, they're scary. I don't care what you say.
All I ever remember about them is them being unpredictable. I think they shoot out of two ends, usually falling over and shooting at you. Whatever, they're scary. I don't care what you say. I had a really brilliant idea this year to pit the chicken or rooster or whatever against the tank, but Ry was really worried about my safety. I think there was some remark made about him having to watch me like a little kid... I guess there was some validity to his argument about me not being able to lit them both at the same time with one match... that's why I like him, he's smart.
So there wasn't an epic chicken-tank battle, but it was still fun watching them pop once.
After that we ended up walking around Ry's hood checking out all the parties & fireworks. It was pretty amazing. Down the street we ran into our first torch of the night. That's a little hardcore for me. Those people pissed me off, they were all Emo & crap and trying to look down at us, but hello, don't act like you didn't buy snakes too!
We hung out for quite a while watching a packed party of about 10 people that you could see and 10 lost in a cloud of smoke. They were constantly setting stuff off, at least 2 things lit at once and probably 3-4 people with sparklers going at all times. Last year when we drove by that house there was red paper covering the street from curb to curb. They don't mess around. They remind me of 4th of Julys when I was little - my best friend's uncle would buy hundreds of dollars worth of fireworks - to the point where they actually had a trailer that they put them on and we had to shoot them off starting around noon. I say had to because there were so many we would get sick of it. That's right, kids - sick of blowing stuff up. I think that's where I got my love of snakes. He would buy entire display cases of them that we would lit all at once. Beautiful.
From there we ran into the second torch of the evening and a 5 gallon bucket outfitted with concrete and a metal tube in the middle to shoot stuff out of. The people at this party were also wearing arm helmets, an awesome touch that I plan on adopting for future 4ths.
After that we got a little freaked out by the number of people out drinking and shooting fireworks into the dark streets that were so smoke covered you couldn't see the entire block. So we went to get some ice cream, scope some bigger shows, and all in all enjoy our night of freedom.
Oops I crapped my pants!
I don't know how to thank Erin for passing along this article. There really is nothing funnier than hearing people talk about pooping their pants. What, you don't believe me?? How about this bit: “(I)’ve pooped my pants 3 times today, and sorry to get descriptive but it even leaked onto the couch at one point!”
Go read the story now on MSN & be happy that you aren't experiencing anal leakage. Makes me think back to the days of Olean when potato chip ads were followed by warnings of anal leaks. Ew.
And just in case you missed that episode of SNL, here's a link to Oops I crapped my pants!
OOPS I Crapped My Pants - Click here for another funny movie.
Go read the story now on MSN & be happy that you aren't experiencing anal leakage. Makes me think back to the days of Olean when potato chip ads were followed by warnings of anal leaks. Ew.
And just in case you missed that episode of SNL, here's a link to Oops I crapped my pants!
OOPS I Crapped My Pants - Click here for another funny movie.
I ain't raising no weak ass baby
Ok, so another Onion story, but I couldn't pass this up. Thanks Carm!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
I don't think so, no, not really.
I don't know if I would have been able to hold down a rabid fox, let alone Gracie or Caroline (almost 6 years old). Crazy.
About Ping Pong
Who doesn't love a song about ping pong? I love it.
It looks like youtube is back up at work!
Found, like all my new music, via Perez.
It looks like youtube is back up at work!
Found, like all my new music, via Perez.
More changes
I did a little focus group, consisting of Carm, and made some improvements to the updated look. I got a little too amped on being the hottest pickle in K.C. - I just love it, but was a little too fixated on it.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Rain on the 4th of July
It's raining. It was hailing. But I'm not angry. It's like God washing off the snakes from Ry's front steps so I can make a clean start for the rest of them. I had fun before the rain started playing with my snakes and smoke bombs. The snaps have been a total disappointment this year. I blame it on the humidity.
So the rain is an excuse to not stand outside in outrageous humidity while getting eaten alive by millions of bugs.
So the rain is an excuse to not stand outside in outrageous humidity while getting eaten alive by millions of bugs.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Can I go blow some smoke now?
I would say go blow something up, but as you know, I don't do that. I'm craving a good smoke bomb right now though... dang!
I'm so bored right now that I'm getting a headache. I think my brain is actually shutting down from lack of use.
Can I just go home?!?!
I told my boss I had nothing to do. His reply? "I know! Today is so painful!"
Uhh, how about, "I know, get your ass out of here!"
I spent part of the morning writing letters to Caroline & Mush to put in their mailbox on their playhouse at lunch. So did Carm. She really out did me though by writing one for each kid. Considering I have nothing to do, I really dialed that one in.
Plans for tonight - going to a housewarming party for some of Ry's friends. I think it should be a pretty dang good time, especially if I get enough smoke bombs and snakes to last the night.
Last year I bought one of those kids packs and we couldn't figure out half the shit in it. There were some things that looked like sparklers but were wrapped up in paper. I lit all of them on fire but nothing ever happened. I'm starting to wonder if the stuff I bought was so lame that they were just pom poms, not even meant to light or anything.
Days like this make you wish you worked at one of those mythical companies where people go on beer runs (Ang...).
I want to go home & paint my scary-long nails bright hooker red and watch really lame tv. My nails grow really long really fast, and when they get to a nice Latina length I like to either chop them off or paint them the brightest color in my nail polish arsenal. The more offensive the better. Reminds me of the time when I painted Mom's nails right before a board meeting. Her fake nails had grown out and she looked pretty bad - until I painted them hot pink - then she just look really cheap. I timed it perfectly that she didn't have time to do anything but yell at me before the meeting! ha!
I'm getting pretty excited for Amanda's wedding this weekend in Manhattan. It's actually on Friday which is making this short week even shorter. I'm pumped because I get to see all my high school groupies. I absolutely love the guys I went to high school with. They are so much fun. I pretty much hung out with them non-stop until my first boyfriend. I should have kept to the potato guns, blowing up dried ice, yelling at Joni and street luging.
Ummm, I'm sure I'll have more completely random messes of posts later.
I'm so bored right now that I'm getting a headache. I think my brain is actually shutting down from lack of use.
Can I just go home?!?!
I told my boss I had nothing to do. His reply? "I know! Today is so painful!"
Uhh, how about, "I know, get your ass out of here!"
I spent part of the morning writing letters to Caroline & Mush to put in their mailbox on their playhouse at lunch. So did Carm. She really out did me though by writing one for each kid. Considering I have nothing to do, I really dialed that one in.
Plans for tonight - going to a housewarming party for some of Ry's friends. I think it should be a pretty dang good time, especially if I get enough smoke bombs and snakes to last the night.
Last year I bought one of those kids packs and we couldn't figure out half the shit in it. There were some things that looked like sparklers but were wrapped up in paper. I lit all of them on fire but nothing ever happened. I'm starting to wonder if the stuff I bought was so lame that they were just pom poms, not even meant to light or anything.
Days like this make you wish you worked at one of those mythical companies where people go on beer runs (Ang...).
I want to go home & paint my scary-long nails bright hooker red and watch really lame tv. My nails grow really long really fast, and when they get to a nice Latina length I like to either chop them off or paint them the brightest color in my nail polish arsenal. The more offensive the better. Reminds me of the time when I painted Mom's nails right before a board meeting. Her fake nails had grown out and she looked pretty bad - until I painted them hot pink - then she just look really cheap. I timed it perfectly that she didn't have time to do anything but yell at me before the meeting! ha!
I'm getting pretty excited for Amanda's wedding this weekend in Manhattan. It's actually on Friday which is making this short week even shorter. I'm pumped because I get to see all my high school groupies. I absolutely love the guys I went to high school with. They are so much fun. I pretty much hung out with them non-stop until my first boyfriend. I should have kept to the potato guns, blowing up dried ice, yelling at Joni and street luging.
Ummm, I'm sure I'll have more completely random messes of posts later.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Blast off
So the 4th of July is coming up. Or, if you live in/near the ghetto, it's already started! I don't know how they coordinated it, but the white trash near Ry and the folks in the hood near me all started shooting off their fireworks around the same time last night - and they haven't really stopped since, and won't until probably next week.
It reminds me of the good ol' days when the Wichita tv stations would air PSAs around 4th of July and New Year's reminding people that, "falling bullets kill." In other words, quit shooting your guns in the sky.
Ry is already getting pissed at me in anticipation of my so-called lame fireworks.
I don't understand what's wrong with snakes, snaps, smoke bombs, poppers and sparklers!
So what if they can all be found under safe fun? What's wrong with that??
It reminds me of the good ol' days when the Wichita tv stations would air PSAs around 4th of July and New Year's reminding people that, "falling bullets kill." In other words, quit shooting your guns in the sky.
Ry is already getting pissed at me in anticipation of my so-called lame fireworks.
I don't understand what's wrong with snakes, snaps, smoke bombs, poppers and sparklers!
So what if they can all be found under safe fun? What's wrong with that??
So Serious
Saturday I stopped by Shell's house for a minute to see her fam & Mom & Dad. While I was there Caroline asked me in a very serious tone if she could speak with me. I crouched down by her dinner chair and we had this exchange:
Me: What's up?
Caroline: Ummm.... Erin... when you get married... I want to be... I want to...
Me: Be the flower girl?
Caroline: Yes! I want to be the flower girl 'cause I've done it before but I haven't done it in a long time. I did it one time before but it was a long time ago and I really want to do it.
Of course I took this opportunity & did what any aunt would do. I traded her a position in my wedding for a piece of her steak. We shook on it.
Apparently after I left Caroline announced to the table, "Guys, when Erin gets married I'm gonna be that girl with the flowers... what's it called? Yeah, the flower girl."
I didn't have the heart to tell her she might be 15 when it happens... but, eh.
She's so stinkin' cute when she's serious like that. Especially when it's a subject that is seemingly pulled out of the air and she's clearly put a lot of thought into it. I love that kid.
Me: What's up?
Caroline: Ummm.... Erin... when you get married... I want to be... I want to...
Me: Be the flower girl?
Caroline: Yes! I want to be the flower girl 'cause I've done it before but I haven't done it in a long time. I did it one time before but it was a long time ago and I really want to do it.
Of course I took this opportunity & did what any aunt would do. I traded her a position in my wedding for a piece of her steak. We shook on it.
Apparently after I left Caroline announced to the table, "Guys, when Erin gets married I'm gonna be that girl with the flowers... what's it called? Yeah, the flower girl."
I didn't have the heart to tell her she might be 15 when it happens... but, eh.
She's so stinkin' cute when she's serious like that. Especially when it's a subject that is seemingly pulled out of the air and she's clearly put a lot of thought into it. I love that kid.
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