tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107298002012-01-19T21:24:41.467-05:00Because Acceptance is beautiful, and Heaven is overrated.<br><small>The poetry and musings of Erin Monahan</small><br><br>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.comBlogger13341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-40151269933936254872012-01-19T21:20:00.001-05:002012-01-19T21:24:41.477-05:00

I spent the last 17 years and 5 months being the bragging proud mom of one of the most amazing young ladies ever put on this earth. She's beautiful, and funny, and has a heart of gold. She was never perfect, but oh-so-close. And she was my oldest daughter. And she was my heart. And we had an open and honest and loving relationship. And we stole each others clothes and laughed at each others silly

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Happy Birthday baby boy.

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you know what else is awesome about the holidays? Egg nog. With rum. In vast quantities.

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Last night was like magic, after a long day at work. I love that Scott and I can find beauty and happiness in the smallest of things. Scott commented on how pretty the rain soaked streets were, all covered with orange, red, and yellow leaves. He was right, the combination of headlights and streetlights reflecting on the wet asphalt was so beautiful. Reminded me of Christmas, which is funny,

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It's a constant state of flux - this process of becoming.

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I can see Thanksgiving from here - and smell Christmas too, but at 75 degrees on a sunny front porch? Even in short sleeves, I can't really feel either one. I watched a few leaves chase one another in a flaming circle-dance across the street today. They seemed so young and energetic, but the scuttle-scurry scratching belied their age. I couldn't help but smile. Nothing like old folks acting

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-81907677192738187422010-11-04T01:41:00.000-04:002010-11-04T01:41:16.794-04:00

The other night I was watching TV. I never watch "normal" television - it's all Discovery Chanel, Animal Planet, etc. Well I got caught up in an episode of Hoarders. The show makes me twitch, makes me want to clean closets, and throw everything that isn't absolutely a necessity in the garbage. Generally I ignore that urge - I hate housework LOL! But in the episode I was watching Monday night, the

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God I wish I still wrote poetry. It's been so long that I no longer have any confidence in my words. I've become so.. banal, so drab - the tedium of life, "real" life, has worn away my creativity. I have no edges. Everything about me has become round, soft, boring. Un-poetic.

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When I start a new job (as a waitress, that happens fairly frequently, it isn't exactly a career known for longevity) I know within a week whether I love it or not. If I don't, frankly, I move on - life is too short to work at a place where I'm miserable - there are tables in every restaurant, and I can find a restaurant where I can be happy. With that said, once I find a place, I tend to be a

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So I've joined the gym. Yeah, I know, it sounds ridiculous, but it isn't a joke, so stop laughing, OK? Really, stop now. I have been overly thin all my life. I weighed 98 pounds (unless I was pregnant) until 2005. Recently I've been up to a whopping 112-114. Trust me, I am not upset about the gain, I'm upset about how that 15 pounds landed. We went to the beach in June, I wore, as usual, a

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Yup, it's one of those days - you know the type: where you let the day get away from you without actually doing any of those things you aspired to do when you opened your eyes upon waking. I'm having more and more of them lately. I work so damned much that when I get a day off (or like today, when I only work one shift instead of all day) I just don't have it in me to DO anything. Sure the

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I have a headache, and heartburn. I need a day off OTHER THAN Sundays (we're closed Sundays so I get that day off) because one day is NOT enough time to clean house, do grocery shopping, any errands that need to be done, spend time with the family AND actually relax for a change. There are too damn many people/animals dependent on me, there are too damn many people in my house - most of which

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-42160898678691781402010-05-25T23:52:00.001-04:002010-05-25T23:52:46.251-04:00

looks like my background pics have been deleted and I'll need to update my layout tomorrow huh? Sorry guys!

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I was pretty involved in the giving movement at a particular good-will site for, well... almost 2 years. Originally I was just a member, then a volunteer who helped moderate the site, and eventually the founder asked me to become the community manager, and put me on the payroll. That position actually spun off into a Virtual Assistant position, and it also netted me other clients, for whom I

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We (or should I say *I*) had a very busy day. It started out with shopping for baby stuff for a baby shower for a co-worker, then a shower, then gift bags and bows and tissue paper. Then lunch with another co-worker before the shower. Then my sister and my nephews and niece came by (yup, she needed something - as usual) then, at roughly 7:30 on a Sunday night, I realized we hadn't had dinner. Off

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I have to admit, I'm a facebook addict - but really, how much can you say in so few characters? It isn't enough to be the cathartic therapy that true blogging is for me. And rightnow in my life, I need a place to vent, a way to release, and a platform on which I can talk myself through to the resolution of my issues. Oh and the issues are many lately! It's funny, I thought when Terra started

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-22933713839615343652010-05-23T00:47:00.000-04:002010-05-23T00:47:38.496-04:00

now to come up with the answer.

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Sometimes I'm like that long lost half-sister on your father's side, or that broke-ass friend. I only show up when I want something from you. I've been stupid-busy with clients and projects, then had the brilliant idea to throw myself into my husband's website idea 100% on top of the craziness. What? Yes I'm crazy, crazy in love with him, and crazy about the concept behind the site. And crazy

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sort of... at least on some fronts. Others, not so much. lol. Bleh. I just need to find some balance. Taking today off helped a little. Now here it is 2am. I should have gone to be early. I know sleep helps, but, lol, I'm currently drinking a friggin mocha latte. I'm a glutton for punishment I reckon.

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1. finding a new blog that I really think I'm gonna love, only to be repeatedly stupified by hints at incredibly intriguing past events that I know nothing about, and can not find any explanation for or past accounts of. If you haven't been reading from the beginning of blog-time, then you may as well give up on ever understanding a certain percentage of posts. PLEASE people, if there's some

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Scott and I and 3 of our kids spent 3 days in a house on the beach with an amazing view of the ocean and the pier last weekend. The weather wasn't awesome (even in SC February is a crappy ime to go to the beach) but the trip really was awesome. I've always felt at home at the beach - something about being there makes me feel more peaceful and fulfilled than anywhere or anywhen else. Home is where

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-29153291027147154952009-03-06T02:55:00.000-05:002009-03-06T01:22:58.227-05:00

I have a Facebook account, and on Facebook, you can find causes - charitable causes, for things like breast cancer and such, but also for smaller "grassroots" causes, startups created by someone, somewhere, who cares personally about a particular cause. That's how I found Ethel's Tree of Life.Ethel's Tree of Life aims to provide transitional training in life and work skills for youth and young

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Over at Barking Mad there is an astounding giveaway contest going on. You could win (or, just maybe, *I* could win) a $250 Target gift card, for talking about my favorite blog posts. Incredible. A prize for bragging on my own stuff!?But I have several years worth of posts, so this is more work than I'd anticipated... Hmmm...Do I link to poetry? I dunno, considering how little I write anymore, but

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So the bad news is that in the craziness that my eyes just experienced, my prescription changed by an entire point. They were -4.50, and -4.75. They are now both -5.50. Perfect vision = 20/20. My vision =20/2500.We went to America's Best, cuz they have their special 2 for 69 special on glasses. I am disqualified from the special because my eyes are too bad to make the lenses strong enough with

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So last year I was fairly pissed off at the way the AHA handled the Charlotte Metro Heart Walk. I'm still a little pissed actually, but the truth is, The AHA is the only organization that donates any real money towards CHD research, and so, the AHA continues to be the organization of choice for me and the fam. It is something we will likely support until I die. As a matter of fact, when I do die,

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Your rainbow is intensely shaded green, brown, and blue.       What is says about you: You are an intelligent person. You appreciate friends who get along with one another. You share hobbies with friends and like trying to fit into their routines. You feel closer to people when you understand their imperfections.Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.My rainbow is ugly, downright nasty -

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During the months of February and March, we are rallying 29Givers to support the mother of our movement, Mbali Creazzo. As most of you know, the 29-Day Giving Challenge was given to me as a "prescription" by Mbali, who is one of my spiritual mentors and a medicine woman. Mbali is originally from South Africa, and though she lives in the San Francisco Bay Area now, she remains involved in

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I haven't been here much lately huh? heh.Well, I gotta tell ya, I have no excuse at all, other than just not being motivated. Tonight I'm only motivated because I'm astounded at the weird weather in NC this year. Our last snow, before this winter, was February 04. Seriously, we went nearly 5 years without getting a snowfall worth mentioning. So far this year, we've gotten 2! Now you northerners

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I take great joy in small things. Yesterday's joy was found in writing a press release to announce the launch of my husband's new social networking site, UnionCountyNeighbors.com - designed to encourage buying local, and creating/maintaining personal and professional relationships within our county - thereby strengthening the local economy and fostering a sense of community that has begun to fade

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I miss sleep. When I was eyeball-deep in that big project, I was up working till 3 or 4 in the morning every night for a week - just long enough to totally exacerbate my already chronic and unforgiving insomnia. Since starting that project on January 6th, I haven't been to sleep before 3:30 a.m. not one single time. That site went live last Tuesday, I should have gotten myself all straightened

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I didn't intend to blog while I was here, I came to surf through my "blogroll" (which isn't a blog roll at all, technically, since blogrolling.com has been down for months) but once I got here I decided I felt like blogging. Of course, I have no idea what to blog about, I don't really have anything to say. I'm just have one of those days when I need to purge, but can't even 'access' the internal

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-77639983044008577242009-01-18T23:42:00.002-05:002009-01-18T23:46:04.749-05:00

I remember one summer night, being about 13, out with my boyfriend, a little tipsy, doing about 70 mph on a dark back road, opening the window all the way and crawling out till I was sitting on the door, and begging him to go faster, faster! and oh how fast he went!Stupid. All of it. Dating at 13, drinking at 13, riding on the door while a drunk drove 100 mph on a dark road. But that's me, I'd

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My breathcrystallizes like rimeon the silhouette of her body,outlining the curve of her waistthe shadow of her clavicleeach frozen, delicate, in my mind -a memory, shimmering.They melt, fluid... intofine straps falling from a shouldergliding down to her belly,clingingjust an instantat the hipbefore puddling to the floor at her bare feet,a pool of green satinshe tip-toes out ofbefore I can wade in.

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29Gifts.org is having a Refrigerator Poetry Contest. 29 Random words which were "generated" by my children, and the news show that was on at the time. I can't win (the prizes are cash by the way) but I wanted to write a poem anyway - the rules are: use as many of the 29 random words as possible - you CAN add other words. (Wanna know the 29 words, go here: http://givingchallenge.ning.com/group/

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I've never been so happy to do absolutely nothing. I'm a compulsive worker - if there's something that needs to be done, I'm a little psychotic about making sure that I get all my work done before I play. And once again, it has served me well. The big client turned out to be- well, it was a challenge, but in a different way than I expected. We were working on an already insane (7 day) deadline.

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-56229639022099149422009-01-05T01:52:00.003-05:002009-01-05T03:48:14.107-05:00

So, I have joined forces with an already established webdesign business - a business with an established clientel, an excellent reputation and web presence - not to mention lots of experience and expertise, which means, basically, they're wildly successful, and they love me. So they invited me to become an unofficial partner/subcontractor. This means they can sell more websites, because they have

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Well there it was. It happened. The old year went, and the new year arrived, and much to my relief, it happened fairly peacefully. I was working at the time -- I've been so far behind that I rang in the new year by adding content to one of my clients' sites. Very appropriate. That's the way I like it - I brought the new year in by doing what I love to do, giving to others by helping my client to

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Unnoticed© 2007 Erin MonahanSummer passed without the firefliesand mostly without campfires too.There seemed to be only fire ants and sweatand a few gatherings with friends --some of whom have since moved on, like hopefor thunderstorms on unbearable August evenings.Now Autumn stands at the edge of the yard,hands held behind its back, shyly kicking at the dustlike the new boy who isn't quite

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Dear Anonymous,Hello Anonymous, how are you? I hope that Christmas was good to you, and that your new year is filled with happiness and wealth. I am writing about your name. I am curious, as I'm the curious type, always trying to learn something new, ya know? So I'm wondering if that's "the name yer mama gave ya." I'm thinkin not. So I'm going out on a limb here, operating on the assumption that

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I just wanted to use the date as my title because I have so little time left to write or type "2008."I'm fascinated with my perception of time, how fast it goes by, and my gut reaction to the passage of time. I find myself feeling so stressed lately. There's just not enough time. Not enough time to get my work done, not enough time to get my house clean, not enough time to play with my kids - but

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I don't want to sound like an ass here. But, when you have your own family (husband/wife and a kid or 3 or 4) plus your parents, your partner's parents, siblings on one or both sides... is it normal to do Christmas with friends? I mean, like, several of your friends, their spouse, and all the kids, to open presents all together?? Am I missing something? Don't get me wrong, I'm not against it but

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12:24 am Dec. 26th - Christmas is over, the kids are finally all off to bed. The gifts I bought so very thoughtfully were hits, eyes sparkled, wrapping paper flew, there were smiles all around. Then we were off to my mother's for Christmas dinner. We are an odd family in that the whole family doesn't get together, ever - usually it's just us + Mom. This year it was us (minus Tom and Kory, though

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I'm starving. Dunno why, I ate dinner damn it. We haven't wrapped ANYTHING yet... this is "the year" for Terra, she is SO friggin excited. We were tracking Santa on NORAD and in the middle of a Santa update video, she ran off yelling, "I'm going to sleep now!"and ... went to bed! I had to go get her out of bed to leave milk and cookies and carrots (for Rudolph of course.) But she was so excited,

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I am not generally a coddler. Never have been. Just isn't in my nature to coddle. It's, I think, simultaneously one of my greatest strengths and one of my most glaring personality flaws. So here's what happened:Bren stepped on a tack. Do I know why he was wandering the house after midnight? Not really, aside from having an overnight guest, which prohibits an 11 year old boy from bedding down on

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According to proponents of this law, thoughts have an energy that attracts like energy.[2] In order to control this energy, proponents state that people must practice four things: [8]Know what you want. Ask the universe for it. Feel and behave as if the object of your desire is on its way. Be open to receiving it. Thinking of what one does not have, they say, manifests itself in not having, while

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I am apparently having an allergic reaction to my house. I felt great the whole time I was in LA - walked in my house Monday night, and within 30 minutes, I was knocked on my ass with the flu. I am so whiney and miserable and achy and coughing like I'm hacking up a lung. My sinuses are playing the part of Niagara Falls, When I talk I sound like a frog. I can't breathe, and making it as far as the

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I got lost. In LAX. Twice. I was there an hour before I managed to find the right place to catch my flight. I knew it was gonna happen. (which is probably exactly why it did happen.) That place is the biggest damn thing I've ever seen. Thank goodness they have color coded signs where the appropriate busses and shuttles stop to take you where you need to be. Too bad they told me I needed to be

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-9357809631739783032008-12-14T22:52:00.004-05:002008-12-14T23:07:03.582-05:00

My favorite pic from my California Adventure... Sunset at Venice Beach. Unfortunately, it was cold and very windy, so the street vendors had closed up shop... but look at this sunset!

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-44937940080881014472008-12-12T05:21:00.003-05:002008-12-12T05:38:20.444-05:00

made it safe and sound from Charlotte to LAX in one piece. There was LOTS of turbulence flying out of Charlotte - for about the first hour. I left my house thinking the flying was gonna be the easy part, but we had really crappy weather in NC so it made for shitty flying. Once we got past Nashville though, it leveled out.Once we passed out of the nastiness, the view, thanks to a full moon, was

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'bout to get on a plane! hee hee, I'm a lil bit giggly about it too!

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I'm on flight US Air 1437 flying from Charlotte to Los Angelas tomorrow evening. Thought you guys would like to know that, in case there are any plane crashes, you'll know right away if you can stop reading my blog ;)I'm in seat 13F. That's a window seat. Thought you'd like to know that so if you happen to live along the flight path, and see a plane screaming toward the ground, you know to check

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I found a meme, Jannie, the non-memer, did it. In appreciation of the teddy bears her pet donated to Operation Teddy Bear Care, I am going to be a copy cat. (I am also carrying a Kit-Kat on my flight tomorrow, you know, because I think her kitty would appreciate me making that effort to show my appreciation.)So anyway, 10 honest things:1. Despite my 'blazing fast' highspeed internet service, I do

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excited about my trip to California, and yet, SOOOO stressed out by the traveling experience! Rules, regulations, security protocols, required identification lists, prohibited items lists, caarry-on measurments, sheesh! I'm a simple southern girl, this will be the first time I've ever gone anywhere farther then the store alone. I'm a bundle of nerves and confusion! Thank goodness all the rules

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Go over there >>>>>>>And buy package 2, *insert puppy dog eyes here*wait, these might work better:We've only had 40 people make purchases so far, but somehow we've managedto deliver nearly 400 bears to these kids, AND provide them with Christmas dinner before they went onbreak for the holidays. I feel so bad, they're out for nearly 6 weeks... and mmost of these kids ONLY eat one meal a day - at

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Check out this video: Meteor Caught On Dashboard Camera

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View my page on Changeblogger Network

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EXCITING NEWS READ ALL ABOUT OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS GIVE. Children in South Africa are going on their Christmas break. The Nativity play had to be cancelled this weekend. The heartbreak theses little ones felt at this disappointment was very sad to see. I could not ignore their disappointment. A plan had to be made and quick. Realizing that these children have never sat around a table and had a

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I'm just too busy lately. I don't even know how to get to all the projects I've got going. And I get paid for a large number of the projects I work on, so skipping it isn't really an option. And the sad thing is, I actually only have 4 clients (1 pro bono, plus another major paying project for one of my regular clients) What scares me is that I've managed to find myself in a position that, at the

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Pregnant moons, and the metallic backs of beetles -making lace of lilies that once held hope in the curve of their praying leaves...I have too much to do to write, creation requirestime. I haven't got 7 days to give birthto contextual beauty.I don't havethe beauty to lend to my text.Instead, there is work, driving me well into the sunrisefueled by insomnia, unpaid bills, and a tepid McMochathree

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-50913746530560391072008-11-25T23:59:00.005-05:002008-11-26T10:32:52.498-05:00

I was once very involved in the online poetry world. Too involved probably, and yet not as involved as I'd liked to have been. Poets and writers, in my experience, tend to be cliquish, and those that have attained a certain degree of success tend to band together. Birds of a feather and what not...I enjoyed having those talented and lucky poets easily accessible by via various websites and ezines

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DECEMBER 2008 GOAL: Provide 1,000 South African children who have been impacted by the AIDS epidemic with a personal gift. South African children are left vulnerable by the thousands due to the AIDS epidemic. These children live in abject poverty without any personal comforts. Many don't even get one meal a day. For them, it is just a matter of surviving from one day to the next. The aim of this

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I didn't post yesterday damnit!I was too busy panicking and trying to recreate a spreadsheet I've been recording data on for the last 2 or 3 months. I accidentally pressed some magical combination of keys that deleted the last 6 weeks of data entry work I've done, and I damn near died on the spot. I was up all night, I'm exhausted today, mentally and physically, today.Good news is, the

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-18106928381491885382008-11-19T18:46:00.002-05:002008-11-19T19:06:04.503-05:00

~Woken up @ 6:20am by emotionally distraught friend who needs babysitter, due to medical emergency with oldest daughter. ~arrival @ 7:05 by not-so-happy 3yr old~automotive/legal issues~lost birth certificate, and incorrect title from previous owner, which magnify aforementioned automotive/legal issues.~lack of funds, compounded by a visit from Union Electric today, to rectify aforementioned

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the dark side of the moon is on top tonightbright half slung low and round likethe glowing belly of an expectant motherlooking to a bright future.I had forgotten the promise that hoversjust over the next horizon, a beaconbeckoning.it is a recollection I'm grateful for...

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Some days! A person shouldn't be this stressed out from her couch! seriously. And I've still got another conference call, 2 loads of laundry, dinner, three hours of work to do, plus 3 introductions to reply to. And I thought waitressing was tiring!?HA!

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I'm in charge of the 29Gifts poetry club, and the monthly poetry contests. For the month of December, we're going to do a Refrigerator Poetry Contest... I need you to help me pick 29 random words from which the members can write a poem. Give a girl a hand eh!?

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I always reuse, reduce and recycle, so I don't know if I "celebrated" it appropriately. *shrug* but check out this post... I found it interesting.I worked too much today - I officially hate html and css. Seriously. Gah.And there are some things that laptops just suck for. Paint Shop Prow/o a mouse sucks. Yeah, I know, there's a mouse port. But my mouse won't plug into it. Damn it.Today I received

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I survived - the conference call that is... BTW Zilla, I promise never to call you. Funny story actually, I have this friend, she was my very best friend who I adored for one summer when I was living in Coxsackie NY. I went over 20 years without her. Then a few months ago, out of the blue, I got an email from her. We emailed and we Myspaced and we caught up with each other's lives and marriages

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(Ioriginally made thispost on the 6th, but I'mma pop it back to the top again :)DISCLAIMERThe purpose of this film blog post is to make you laugh (and maybe push a boundary or two in the process.) We just wanted to reassure potential supporters that this film is not about satanic worshiping, atheism, or even agnosticism. Nor is it anti-Christian, or anti-any-other-religion, for that matter. We

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-67413318708973227312008-11-13T17:17:00.002-05:002008-11-13T17:40:44.543-05:00

So Cami, founder of 29gifts.org, is one of my clients. She runs her own business called Creative Urge. Through Creative Urge, Cami has a client, who needed services Cami doesn't provide, but I do, so Cami referred said client to me. Therefore, my client (Cami) and I share a client (Pam) and tonight, we have a conference call. I'm sort of a Phonophobe, seriously, I break out in a wet sweat when

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-27806480088995391962008-11-13T01:02:00.001-05:002008-11-13T01:02:53.459-05:00

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It seems so amazing to say, “Happy 2nd Anniversary!” to DarynKagan.com.Yep, it was two years ago today, 6 weeks after leaving CNN, that I launched what I envisioned to be the web’s one-stop destination for inspiring news.It’s been a wonderful two-year ride. I tell folks all the time that I feel like I won the media lottery with a job that has me meet and interview inspiring people every single

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I love my handy dandy new washer and dryer, I'm incredibly grateful that we were able to get them. But we've been without laundry facilities for nearly a month. We did the few necessities we couldn't live without at the laundromat, but basically, all the normal laundry (roughly 2 loads a day) have been piling up. We got the washer and dryer yesterday, and I swear I haven't done anything but

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today my washer and dryer were delivered. I've never been so thrilled to do laundry! They also brought my replacement laptop, which is way better than the first one. One problem: I didn't know Nikki's password, so I couldn't use it. Yeah, it hadn't been reformatted. So back it went again. Thankfully, the delivery guys live in my neighborhood, and they took the laptop back, had the techie guy

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This morning I called my best-friend-since-forever (Scary, seriously, we've been friends for a quarter of a century!) and she kind of blew me off with an excuse that didn't really fly, but she's been going through lots of crap lately, trying to get herself out of an 18 year long relationship (5 years of it married) with a man who has been verbally and emotionally abusive. He's worn her

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-47382987434058357662008-11-10T18:31:00.004-05:002008-11-10T18:33:28.165-05:00

It's been an exceptionally bad day. It's very likely to be just about to get a lot worse. All the good vibes you can muster will be greatly appreciated.

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and thank goodness it's over. I went from one functional desktop computer, to 1 desktop and 1 laptop - both of which are not working, well, not reliably anyway.I also went from a house with 3 boys and 2 girls, down to 2 girls one boy. Tommy moved out Friday as planned, Kory made a surprise move this afternoon, complete with an engagement announcement.No, I don't want to talk about it.Anyway. I

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DarynKagan.com - Show the World What's PossibleMeet Daryn Kagan, one of my clients. (although, darynkagan.com is not the project I work on for her) She was on CNN news for 12 years, then they told her they weren't renewing her contract. Rather than be crushed by the concept of losing her career, she said to herself, "Cool, now I can do what I want to do!"And she does. She built her own media

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How does my marriage hurt yours?

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There is a massive problem in South Africa with the growing number of children who are orphaned due to the AIDS epidemic. These children live in abject poverty without any personal comforts. For them, it is just a matter of surviving from one day to the next.Maureen Forbes, from the bush of South Africa, with a laptop recharged by solar power, mobilized people countries away to help her change

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Obama did it. Although I knew he would, part of me is shocked that he did it. He did it. I'm also astounded to see that my state of NC went the way it did. 50% - 49% in favor of Obama. This is the bible belt, I just never thought it would be so close, or that somehow, even by a 1% margin, Obama had any hope of taking my state. It's weird. I've never cared about politics before. This year I have.

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This post is for Erin, who thought that the film she and Bill are making wasn't "earth shattering" enough. THIS is the clownfish whose adoption I helped sponsor. Nope, you didn't sleep through the earthquake, or the aftershocks ;) He's a cute lil guy isn't he? However, in light of his fame via "Finding Nemo" and his condition in this picture, I can't help but think that he's gone a little... um..

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A week (not even) in review:Halloween: One 19yr old who invited people to my house without asking or informing me, one 14 yr old who really believed that dressing vaguely like a Playboy Bunny and running the streets with 2 boys was an option, an 11 yr old and a 5 yr old who are still totally in the Halloween stage, but who tire quickly, are prone to complaining, and who have exceptionally small

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-32223652253196281792008-11-03T18:22:00.005-05:002008-11-03T19:49:59.374-05:00

So tonight is my big conference call re: Operation Teddy Bear Care and the mission trip to S. Africa, I'm both excited and nervous, but mostly, I'm really looking forward to getting some more "concrete" info about where we go from here. I can't wait to add something more informative and productive to my new spot over there The trick for tonight is going to be to get everyone out of the

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-26261217538044692612008-11-02T11:53:00.003-05:002008-11-02T12:46:03.685-05:00

I haven't cooked with venison in a lot of years, but a couple of weeks ago my sister and brother in law filled my freezer with deer meat. I used to, when I was with my first husband, make quite a bit of venison, but not in something like 17 years! I'm experimenting with it again, it's like cooking with a foreign ingredient! When they filled my freezer we agreed that I'd have to cook some up for

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-37471524470455348402008-11-01T21:47:00.002-04:002008-11-01T22:37:05.638-04:00

Yes, I've done it. I said the C word out loud. Not THAT C word, you perverts! CHRISTMAS. Uh huh. There it is. Less than 2 months away. I had the kids make out Christmas lists today. It's scares the shit out of me how fast this year has gone by! So, I'm going to hit Kmart for the layaway department. Ever wonder if Walmart regrets doing away with Layaway? I bet they do. So, I have to buy a nice

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-21563121515192428162008-11-01T21:16:00.002-04:002008-11-01T21:38:27.478-04:00

Ever know anyone who is perpetually unhappy? OK, let's just put it out there this way. I've got plenty of reason to be unhappy in life. 2 dead kids isn't exactly a cause for celebration ok? And yeah, I'm not exactly the bubbly perky chick I once was, sometimes I'm downright depressed. But damn it, overall, I'm happy! I choose to be happy. And I really believe that some people... well, they don't

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-43945847068539480332008-11-01T00:38:00.003-04:002008-11-01T01:56:37.081-04:00

and as always, there was lots of fun, scads of candy (eventually, too much for a mere 5 yr old to carry, and we were forced to assist her LOL) sore feet (Terra's) chattered teeth (mine) an exploding bladder (Bren's - relieved (shhh don't tell) on a bush in the yard of an unoccupied house) and one huge collective sigh upon returning home. And we've survived another! Only, oh... I dunno... 10 to go

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-75435928055981223342008-10-31T14:57:00.000-04:002008-10-31T14:58:58.329-04:00

and knowing me, I'll forget.*rolls eyes*Happy Halloween y'all!

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Again. Anyone else get tired of celebrating holidays? Let's pretend that I didn't celebrate it every year as a kid... which I did, but let's just say... That makes this the 19th time I've taken one or more (usually more) kids door-to-door, dressed in ridiculous costumes (one year, Kory was the grape guy from the Fruit of the Looms commercial, OMG, hysterical!) to beg for candy. 19 years is a

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The sky is so clear tonight. I stood smoking in my driveway, watched for one wandering meteor lost in the night. There was a dog barking on the next row over, but he seemed farther away than the stars. If I'd have seen one shoot overhead, I'd have wished that damn dog silent. But I suppose maybe there's someone in charge up there after all, saved me from wasting a wish on a midnight mutt. Or

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-5386631380669905732008-10-27T01:47:00.002-04:002008-10-27T01:48:02.630-04:00

Today is the last day of fund raising for Baby Siddalee's Funeral Arrangements. I'd love to raise the rest, but $600 is a lot to hope for in a day! So I'm aiming (hoping praying keeping my fingers crossed) to raise a total of $700 to pay off the Funeral Home. We shall see. I'm hoping my one pay check comes in tomorrow so I can donate a bit more as well, because I actually have ZERO liquid assets

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-3073539878911182982008-10-26T15:53:00.005-04:002008-10-26T17:26:54.448-04:00

I've never joined NaNoWriMo, or NaBloPoMo or, well, I'm sure there are other gibberish-sounding movements I've never joined. But this year I'm joining NaBloPoMo which kicks off in November. Now, I think trying to commit to posting a new blog every day for the month of November is a bit insane in my current state of chaos, but that's ok, because the chaos simply means I've got a lot going on to

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-53407076459451054412008-10-23T20:44:00.002-04:002008-10-23T20:59:18.328-04:00

OK, I *am* going to South Africa, on a missionary trip of sorts. Sounds odd for me to call it that because I think of a missionary trip as someting churches do, and I'm definitely not part of any church... It was going to be June '09, but there's a very real possibility that it will actually be summer of '10. It's still very much in the early planning stage, and I'm still very much in the surreal

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-3453211369633637162008-10-22T00:03:00.002-04:002008-10-22T00:26:15.623-04:00

Today was the memorial service for Siddalee. I was really considering attending. It just felt too weird, too intrusive. I can't think of anything more personal than your child's funeral, or a more unwelcome guest than someone who is a complete stranger to the family, having never laid eyes on the child, who is only in attendance out of some (probably mislead) feeling that, having been there,

Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-62249481826695117202008-10-20T18:26:00.001-04:002008-10-20T18:27:32.028-04:00

There will be no more butterflies.The wind’s turned cold again, with the rattle of dried baby’s breath and limbs that scrape together in an effort to create warmth from friction. But the chill of another brazen fall cannot be swept away like so much leaf-litter refuse. There will be no more butterflies but their colors are permanent -indelible in the release of autumn leaves that swirl, brilliant

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