Who's in the House? JC

Okay, admit it... somewhere in the back corner of your brain there are a select few songs that you remember from your childhood and smile about everytime you hear them. For me, as a child of the late 80's and early 90's christian "rap" era, the few gems that bring back good memories would bring most people to their knees laughing.

I stumbled upon a youtube of one such song today. As I listened to it, I can remember playing it a thousand times and doing the running man in my basement. I can remember dancing like a wild banchie and thinking I was so cool. But as I watched the music video, I thought about what my kids would think. How totally ridiculous and silly it looked, and how lame they would think I am. Shoot, I don't think it would be limited to just my kids. I'm sure there are quite a few adults that would get quite a kick out of it as well.

Even though it seems lame, I think there will always be a little place in my heart for this song. A place from 5th grade when middle-aged white guys could rap and wear baggy pants and we thought they were the coolest EVER!

Thought I'd share...

Girl Time

So lately I've been making it a point to have a girlnight each and every week. It's amazing how 2 1/2 little hours can really change your whole perspective on your week. You're not feeling guilty about not cleaning your house, or spending time with your kids. You don't have to be mommy, or wifey....it's a place to just be you.

I have so been enjoying the fellowship I have had with each of the women I have been able to spend time with. There is just something about being able to laugh until your belly hurts, and drink coffee or eat ice cream. There is something so fun about being the last person in the coffee shop and having to be kicked out.

Sometimes it's easy for me to get lost in all my roles as a woman. You can really lose your identity at points. But my girl night once a week helps me reclaim the Erin that I've always been and that, sometimes, is still dying to get out. I love it, and am so enjoying the high I get from just being able to be myself....even if it's only for just a few precious hours.

Pajama Mama (or the day my minty green wonders died a painful death)

So these are my favorite pair of pajama pants.... that are hiding a dirty little secret....


A very big, no longer ignorable hole.

Come on people, everybody has a favorite clothing item. One that has been around so long that it's almost become like a body part to you. Sure it's gross, holey, probably bleached or stained beyond reason. But for some reason, you simply cannot part with it. That is me and this pair of pajamas.

I've had them for, well a pretty long time. My trusted friend during many a hospital stay, and even an occasional trip to the grocery store (yes, I am one of THOSE people), these pajama pants are the most comfortable pair of pants I own, and as you can see, the most well-worn pair.

Now, up until recently I haven't really noticed or minded the absolutely GIANT hole in the back of them, or what I like to call my little air conditioning unit. But it has been brought to my attention now all summer that they need to be thrown out. Ofcourse, when this was mentioned I panicked! Thrown out? I mean sure I don't have to wear them but thrown out? How could I do that to them? Clearly I had formed an unhealthy attachment to them.

So I made a deal with my husband: "If you can find me an affordable, alternative pair of pajamas that are just as comfortable and just as cute, I will let you do what you want to my minty green go-to pair."

So last week I found a really great sale on very comfortable pajamas and bought 2 pairs. It was a bittersweet moment for me knowing that bringing these home would almost certainly send my minty-greens to pajama heaven, but I persisted and as promised, when I came home I let Tim ceremoniously do what he willed with the old ones. This was the result:

I think he had a little too much fun with it. I silently said a small prayer for them while he escorted them to the trash.

Ode to a dirty floor

This is what my floor looks like on most days. This is what it looks like AFTER I've vaccummed it. It is why I don't have people over, it is why I feel like a failure. Because this floor never stays clean. I walk all day in filth and I feel like there really isn't anything I can do about it. It's nasty, it's disgusting....it's my life.

Erin Thoughts- August 5, 2010

-It's Shark Week this week, and I am enjoying every bone crushing minute of it. Tim thinks it's all the testosterone in my house creeping in on me, but I've always liked Shark Week. Summer just wouldn't be complete without it.

-They're raising ticket prices at Disneyland because attendance has been down. Does that line of logic seem confusing to anyone else?

-I still eat peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches almost everyday. I know I really should grow up... but I kinda like keeping that part of my youth.

-Elijah's birthday is in 2 days... I'm throwing him a party. Throwing parties always makes me nervous because I never had or went to birthday parties growing up. So I never know exactly what it is you're supposed to DO at these things?

-I recently got a new webcam. It has a wide angle lens, which I thought would be a cool feature. But it really just means that people can see more of my messy livingroom.

-The show "The Bachelor Pad" sort of looks like Road Rules vs. Real World challenges, with mandatory dating. How unoriginal.

-I really want to learn how to sew, but it's an expensive hobby and there's no telling if I'll even be very good at it.

-Pregnancy always gives me the strangest and most fascinating dreams. I think Tim wants to keep me eternally pregnant so that I can become a screenwriter.

-I secretly want a Dyson vaccuum cleaner so badly. But I'm not sure if it's because it's a wonderful vaccuum cleaner, or if it's just Mr. Dyson's thick british accent that entices me.