Erin: Know what I have to worry about tonight? Scott: What? Erin: NOTHING. I’m on my third cup of coffee, at my computer, and am in my fuzzy red bathrobe, the one Scott bought me a couple of Christmases ago. In a few minutes, I’m going to go run a couple of miles out in…
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And Now a Word From My Husband…
“For the first time in 18 years, I was going to be home for Christmas. Or perhaps, more specifically, Erin and I would own a home for Christmas. We closed on this place during Thanksgiving week, just in time for the grind. And though we’d be running the gauntlet again this year, I was looking…
An (un)friendly reminder
I hate to even have to say this, again, but please DO NOT reach out to me via work channels, or, like one misguided fool, reach out to one of my coworkers, thinking it’s me, after reading this blog. This has been at my About section for more than a year now: “(Something to note,…
Clear to close
Whew. Our broker called me at 1 p.m. yesterday and it felt as though a quarter of the weight of the world was off of our shoulders. Figures that the day Scott leaves we get the clear to close. So this is our house. Go ahead and picture it without all of the ivy and…
Guess who still lives on the north side?
Sigh. Seriously, it’s ridiculous. Thankfully, it really does look as though we’re on track to close this week. Of course, my husband is leaving the country on Thursday for about a week, which means I’m in charge of moving into our house. Well, me and Kate Shea. Lucky for Scott as we Shea girls are…
Update Because I’m Lazy
Or, actually, busy. I am fried, people. I have nothing remotely creative or interesting to say, but there is so much I want to talk about. But I get home, and I cobble together something for dinner, and then I crash. For the past two weeks, Scott and I have been getting up every morning…
Splash
I am sorta tired of peeing on sticks. Swear to God, I’ve urinated on more sticks in the past few months than I ever thought I would. Last night I was so irritated with the peeing on the stick that I rendered the test negative. For those of you familiar with the process, you’ll know…
Sunday Morning
“Sunday morning Slow beats seething Through the screens in The open windows Eggs frying Legs shaking After we stayed lying So long in bed Sunday morning Both of us reading And looking up occasionally Looking up occasionally “Sunday morning You’re doing your thing And I am doing mine Speaking words More a formality Cuz we…
Why You Should Protest That Tucker Max Movie
Earlier today, I made a comment that we all should ignore Tucker Max and the movie adaption of his book, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. The very spot-on Whet Moser corrected me over Twitter, as soon as I said it, and he backed his reasoning with this post: Tucker Max Hates Fun. You…
Dirty Dancer
The summers of my childhood all mesh into one big blob of unadulterated time spent playing video games, cutting the grass, riding my bike and swimming. In that order. All but one. The summer of 1987. Those who are Kids of Divorce all remember that first summer they spent as Kids of Divorce because it…
The Day I Ate My Feelings
Or as I call it, “yesterday.” I got the results of my thyroid scan yesterday and, to no one’s dismay, I have Hashimoto’s Disease. I have to take my Cytomel twice a day, without exception, and continue to diet if I want to lose weight. And not eat after 7:15 p.m., which I tried to…
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This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.