Showing posts from August, 2009
There's some nights where I think about how different love, dating, and just being single is after 30.

Why can't humans stock up on sleep and water like camels do?

Funny thing about taking the HCG- it gives you a ton of energy. And I mean a ton. I loved how good I felt on it, and how much I could get done on it! And now... sadness. I committed to a million projects while I was on the HCG because I had so much energy. I forgot that lovely energy would go away. So here I am, living in a sugar and starch and caffeine free world, without an energy boost, and having to actually fulfill a million commitments. Ha.
But that hasn't stopped me from trying to act like I'm still on HCG this week. Sunday night I had "Little" spend the night (she didn't have school on Monday). And on Monday I worked and then we played. And more importantly we went to the hospital to see Sarantastic and her 18 hr old baby who's internet name is Pebbles. Nothing in this world is sweeter than a brand new baby fresh from heaven. I loved every second of holding her, while "Little" was too intimidated to hold her.
Did I mention that while Saranta…

The new living room before and after pictures

I guess today is all about before and after pictures. I don't actually have a good "before" picture of my living room. That would be because I never liked it enough to take any pictures of it. I thought it was ugly! I had all free or third or fourth hand furniture, no drapes, nothing good. So now I finally have a color scheme, nice furniture, and a little style! Yeah for a "big girl" house!

So here is the closest thing I have to a "before" picture-

And the midway point-

And what it looks like all pulled together with drapes and accessories, without my dog trying to steal the show-

Much improved, no??

There's still a dozen more things I want to do like get a decent area rug, a nicer entertainment center, and a big screen TV. All in good time...

My experiences with the HCG diet

For the last 3 weeks I have been on the HCG diet. For those who are unfamiliar with the HCG diet, feel free to click the link and read about it there. I chose to take drops, rather than the injections. I was introduced to the diet by Heidi, and like most people was completely skeptical when I heard about it. But when I saw Heidi's before and after pictures after just 2 weeks on the diet, I was sold. Heidi chose to do the injections, I chose to do the drops.

I will be honest that as strict and as crazy as this diet sounds, I really never expected to be able to stick to it hard-core. But my goal was to lose 20 lbs, and I should make it! I still technically have 3 days left on the diet, and as of right now I've only lost 18 lbs. But with three days left to go, I think I can lose the last two.

So in all their humiliating honesty, here are my before and after pictures.


And as of today- 18 lbs down-

That would be 6 inches lost off my waist, and 18 lbs in just 3 weeks!! And …

Involvement, Engagement, Social Media Engagement and Marketing, and Search Engine Optimization

I know this won't apply to what few friends left that read this blog. But I'm frustrated and could use some guidance on the topic.
Social Media Engagement and Marketing versus Search Engine Optimization.
Where the hell is the line? How much should they overlap? Is one more important than the other? Does marketing play any role in SEO? (don't get me started on the crap field that is affiliate marketing.) Should SEO be a small part of SMEM? Or should SMEM be a tool to assist in SEO?
(yes, I know 99% of you have no idea what language i am speaking right now)
I'm frustrated beyond belief right now regarding this subject. My company (that I love and willingly work very hard for) is just not all that concerned with a marketing plan. But we are huge in SEO. SEO dominates every little move we make. Which as the SMEM person drives me crazy. I frequently feel like we completely overlook the true spectrum and potential within SMEM.
Please note, I choose to use SMEM, not SMM as th…

Erin's Stupid Stomach

To the best of my knowledge, I have never mentioned my stomach aches on this blog. Today that will change. In my family we refer to these stomach aches as "one of THOSE stomach aches." My parents know what this means. I've been getting them since I was 8 years old. I can still remember my very first one was on Thanksgiving, a few hours before dinner, but a few hours after the snacking had begun. I suddenly felt awful. There was a cramping feeling in my gut, and I turned green. I was in so much pain! I remember being sent to the bathroom, and then being told minutes later to lie down on the floor. And how I thought it was awful and humiliating that my mom put a bag of frozen peas on my head. But it didn't matter for long, because minutes later I passed out from the pain. I never know how long I am unconscious- was it minutes or seconds? But then, suddenly I came to, and the pain disappeared. My mom took me to some doctors, who never found a reason or explanation for t…

Thoughts at the end of the day

Remember when I said I wasn't going to talk about my pets anymore? Yeah, I lied. If it is possible to die from death by pets who have jealousy issues, I might die tonight. And I'm not joking.
Stinky won't shut the hell up. The dang cat is walking around, incessantly crying and howling. I finally had to throw him in the garage tonight because I couldn't take it anymore. And when I could still hear him through the door, I finally took Kaya outside where we sat on the porch. I could only faintly hear him then.
And because Stinky is so bound and determined to get in my face and cry non-stop, Kaya is acting up, determined to get in my face and just pant and remind me she still exists.
God bless Tiny, who just retreats to the farthest side of the room to get away from the Stinky v. Kaya antics.
I swear I'm going crazy in here.
So tonight a piece of the old Erin returned. The old Erin that takes on tasks of huge and improbable sizes, and doesn't know why. Right n…

It wasn't my cat!!

In the craziest turn of events ever- it wasn't my cat! My Stinky Baby is home, alive, and well. He stinks worse than usual,but I'll forgive him for that. I got home from church, and there he was sitting on his favorite perch in the garage. I thought I was seeing things at first. But there's a freshly bathed (and yet still smelly), striped tabby, sitting on my head right now, chattering away. Its definitely my cat.
The cat I found in the road and mourned must have just been his twin!
Love live Stinky Baby and his remaining 8 lives!

It wasn't my cat!!

In the craziest turn of events ever- it wasn't my cat! My Stinky Baby is home, alive, and

It wasn't my cat!!

In the crazier

Stinky Baby

Stinky Baby was missing for about 8-9 days (as I mentioned before), came home for 4 days, and then ran out again. He hasn't been home in about 10 days. I caught a glimpse of him a few days back, and I've suspected he's been coming home to eat in the garage. I haven't been worried about him. I know he loved running around outside way more than being inside.
This morning I unfortunately found his little body in the road. It wasn't the happy ending I was hoping for. I wrapped him in my sweatshirt and put him on the side of the road. I would have preferred to take him home and bury him, but it wasn't possible.
I'm going to miss my little Stinky Baby. He was my constant companion for the past year. He was one of a kind with a very quirky personality. I loved that little stinker.

My feelings on the day all wrapped up in one lovely quote

"Tough girls come from New York, sweet girls, they're from Georgia. But us Virginia girls, we have fire and ice in our blood. We can ride horses, be a debutante, throw left hooks, and all the while making sweet tea, darlin'. And if we have an opinion, you know you're gonna hear it."
-Ashley Judd

Foster Care Update

Actual conversation between me and the foster care licensing people:

Young female on the phone: We received your documents, but noticed you are missing a few things. We need a copy of your life insurance policy, and your divorce decree.
Me: I'm not divorced.
Her: Oh, then a copy of your marriage certificate.
Me: I'm not married.
Her (a little confused): Oh, then your divorce decree.
Me (annoyed): I'm not married or divorced, I'm single.
Her (long pause): Oh. Okay, well, we need you to send in documentation for that.
Me (really annoyed): Um, what are you talking about?
Her (trying to sound smart): We need a certificate or something regarding your marital status.
Me (beyond annoyed): Yeah, I was BORN this way, it doesn't exactly come with certification.
Super long pause while the poor hamster in her head nearly has a heart attack.
Her: Huh? What? Well, we need something.

(my neighbor's suggestion: scan a picture of my left hand giving them the bird. it's tempt…

Taking the Inside and Putting It on the Outside

I took some much needed reflection time yesterday, and escaped to one of my favorite places, Squaw Peak. Its a little overlood spot in Provo Canyon overlooking Orem and Provo, Utah Lake, and beyond. Its beautiful up there. Truth be known, after dark, it is a very popular make-out spot. But during daylight hours, its just a beautiful lookout. I took the dog with me, forgot the sunblock, and went and hung out in the light breezes, cool temperatures, and beautiful sunny skies. It is also a popular launching spot for paragliders. It was a relaxing few hours just watching the colorful parachutes dotting the sky (while my shepherd dog frantically barked at them, unable to "herd" something in the sky).
It never hurts to take a break from life for a few hours and just reconvene with yourself. For whatever reason, I can't feel like that at home. And the only place I can ever feel that at peace, or solace, is up on a mountain, or out on a beach, alone in nature. And it never takes…

The Kind of Girl I'd Like to Be

I'd like to be the kind of girl that gives more than she gets...That is known for how much she does for others... And for how happy it makes her to help others.
I'd like to be known for being kind and loving, as well as fun.
The girl you invite over because it always means laughter and happiness.
I'd like to be the kind of girl who loves and accepts without exception.
If I could be that girl I believe I could love myself even more.
I want to have the confidence to show the genuine interest I have in others. All too often I hold back with my questions out of fear I'll be thought of as too nosy or impolite.
I want to be loved for my virtue, and cherished "above a ruby." (Biblical reference.)
I want to be the kind of girl that is comfortable with who she is, no matter where she is or what her station in life may be.
I want to always be striving to improve the world around me, and the lives of those that I love.
I want to be able to adequately share my thoughts a…

The Kind of Man I'd Like to Meet

One that puts others before himself alwaysDesires both to love unconditionally and to be loved unconditionallyOne that is more interested in improving the world than he is in himselfOne that is genuine and kindNot only someone that makes me laugh, but more importantly, freely laughs and smiles Is not hindered by traditional rules and expectations, but instead enjoys thinking and living "outside of the box"Believes in family first and desires to give them more than what is traditionally expectedOne who understands the difference between playing music and making music, and wants to live life "making"Lives passionatelyLoves passionatelyCharmingWants to be with me, and to build and explore with meChooses to be with me because he wants to, not because he needs to [be with someone]. Someone like me who knows they could do life alone, but chooses to spend it with someone they love.

Blog Post #1,600

I find it incredibly fitting that my thoughts for blog post #1,600 are about how I feel like I'm losing my creativity and passion for writing. It begs the question what on earth was I writing about the previous 1,599 times?

I've been thinking a lot lately about creativity, how to garner it, how to channel it, and when to flat out ignore it. Where does creativity come from? Why is it that I'm not creative when I want to be? And yet other times, my brain is overflowing with ideas?

I can't help but think back to the time when Juli and I were writing Beyond Perfection (I'm pretty sure you all know we wrote a book by now). For the first half of the writing process I was either working as a 911 operator, or working solo in a chocolate shop. Both jobs gave me a lot of time to sit and daydream. And neither job used even half of my available brain power to accomplish. By the end of a work day, I'd be going crazy, and desperate for an outlet to my ideas and daydreams. Ea…

500 Days of Summer

As you may have noticed, I am a movie lover. I love going to movies, talking about movies, and watching movies all over again. I've seen a lot of movies lately, including most of the big summer movies like Harry Potter, My Sister's Keeper, the Proposal, and some others. (Some apparently very forgettable others.)

This will be the only movie this year I will put up the trailer for and strongly suggest you go see it.
(500) Days of Summer. 

I loved it from beginning to end. I love that its a romantic comedy that isn't. It isn't formulaic. It has a realistic ending. It has parts that ring very true (compared to the cute and enjoyable Proposal, that has nothing identifiable in it). Sure, it still has a music montage. But no other movie ever could pull off a music montage to "You Make-a My Dreams Come True (ooh-ooh)"  by Hall and Oates, and not make you hate the montage. If anything, you may even find you relate to the music montage (click the link- it actually sho…

Please vote for me in the Antarctica competition!!

Just a friendly reminder to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE vote for me in the Antarctica competition!!

Happy Dance

Its not quite my usual "happy dance," but this time it has some secret messages embedded. The secret? Here's your clue, Ireland.

After this you shall hear very little more about my pets

Stinky came home on Friday morning. No big reunion or discovery. I was sitting outside with the dog, and looked up, and my cat went slinking by in the neighbor's yard. I swear to you he looked mad that he got caught. But if he was, he's over it now. Now he refuses to leave my side. I mean my shoulder. He sits on my shoulder and "talks" non-stop. Its like having a really furry and annoyed parrot around.

So yeah- Stinky is back! (And he stinks more than ever. Who knew cats could be so flatulent?)

I decided it was finally time to take all three pets into the vet for their shots today. If Stinky is going to prowling the neighborhood, he needs to be vaccinated, Kaya needed a rabies shot and I was worried Tiny was pregnant. And guess what? Turns out, Tiny is a he. And he's not pregnant. Just fat.