Once upon a weekend...

So, howdy everybody! Monday has arrived and it is a doozy. Thank god we have Friday off. Anyway, my weekend was nuts, but before I get into that, can I just tell you about my Monday?

Okay, so this morning I had to go to the DMV to get a new drivers license with my married name and to renew the registration on my car. YUK! But I had planned ahead and got together everything I needed, filled out the proper paper work etc. So I got up early today and went to the DMV. I thought if I got there early enough I wouldn't have to wait in line very long. By the time I got there around 7:45, the line was already around the corner. When I finally got up to the number counter, the lady working the desk told met hat they don't do registration there, only drivers licenses. *dammit*

I waited in line for another 40 minutes and then got my temp drivers license. Then I headed off to the other aurora DMV office where they do registration renewals. Then I waited in line for another 20 minutes, got up to the counter and the lady tells me that for some reason I am registered to vote in Colorado so I can't get my military tax exemption and then she asks me for $300.00. So, I told her that I voted in Oregon last year and that I NEVER registered in Colorado. Then she goes and talks to her boss for about 20 minutes. When she gets back she tells me I have to go to the main Denver office to get "un-registered" to vote in Colorado before I can get my tax exemption.

So I go to the office, which by the way is all the way up by I-70. I finally find the building. Wait in line for another 45 minutes. Finally I get up to the desk and I explain to the lady my problem. And she says, (wait for it..........) " Oh, we don't do that here." I'm pretty sure at that point I looked like I was going to cry. So then she told me that if I promised to go to the office downtown and get un-registered, she would renew my registration for me. *sigh* So she did, and I thanked her profusely. Geees, that dang DMV. I hate that place. Random sidebar. At the third office I went to, they had a vending machine in the lobby for nuts and bolts. There was a man wearing pink shoes, and I had a nice conversation with a Denver Policeman. He was standing in line next to me. Turns out he was in the Air Force for twenty years, so we talked shop for a bit and then we discussed old cars and ex-wives. So a shout out to Mr.. Plummer...

The rest of my weekend was pretty chill. On Friday night Tim and I were supposed to go out with our friend Phil who is in town, but he ended up bar backing at the Candlelight, so instead we went to Forest Room 5 and had kickass appetizers. We met some new friends, Brandon and Juliana who invited us to their house for Super Bowl Sunday. We're not really football people, but they seem really nice and fun, so we might go...

Saturday morning I got Tim to go to the gym with me. It was the first time he'd ever been to a gym in his adult life, so I was pretty proud that I got him to go. But I think he had a pretty good time,and he wasn't too sore yesterday. Maybe I'll get him to go again. Since we were on base we went and did a commissary run and got a months worth of groceries. That night Dane came over and we all jammed out and ate pizza. Basically just had some QT with our friend.

Sunday we did a little shopping for the house, but basically we just sat around and cuddled. It was a very nice weekend all in all....

~e

ThinkGeek :: Despair, Inc. 2005 Calendars

ThinkGeek :: Despair, Inc. 2005 Calendars

I love these calendars...the best one?

"Motivation - If a pretty poster and a cute saying are all it takes to motivate you, you probably have a very easy job. The kind robots will be doing soon."

loose talk....

"A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any other human invention in history... ...with the possible exception of handguns and tequila" -Mitch Ratcliffe

Most people are like slinkies. Worthless, but fun to push down stairs.

The most dangerous animal in the world is not a lion or a bear, it's an elephant with a shark attached to its back, trampeling and eating everything it sees.

"Before you criticize a man, you should walk a mile in his shoes. That way, you are a mile away from him. And you've got his shoes."

Things I want to do before I die

1. Visit England, Ireland, France, and Italy

2. Meet Johnny Depp and Madonna

3. Write a great novel

4. Record an album of my own music

5. Go to Graceland

6. Have a salary that is 6 figures
7. Design/Build a house for my family

8. Have a reunion with all my best friends that are spread out all over the world

9. Visit the San Juan Islands
10. Visit Paris and Nice

11. Create a great work of art
12. Learn a foreign language

13. Live in Europe

14. Publish a book of all my poetry

15. Visit PEI... Try and find the 'Lake of Shining Waters'

16. Run a marathon
17. Try to learn the violin or the mandolin

18. Become an accomplished cook

20. Instill in my children an appreciation for our Irish heritage

21. Visit Brazil

22. Pierce something, just for fun

23. Learn how to ice skate

24. Visit Japan

25. Read up on Buddhism

26. Go camping at least twice each summer

27. Go to the Grammies or the Oscars and walk the red carpet

28. Hold a baby penguin

29. Learn to play the piano

30. Go to Stonehenge

Yahoo! News - 'Idol' Contestant Wells in Jail

Yahoo! News - 'Idol' Contestant Wells in Jail

Can ya DIG IT???? I knew this guy was on crack....

recent 3

recent 3


This website is just about people coming up with ideas about stuff... maybe I should tell them about my edible silverware idea...

Erin's 26th Birthday Party

Erin's 26th Birthday Party

Untitled Poem by me

A poem I posted a while back... It really is one of my favorites.


flushing past sins down
and they float away
on a dirty little river
of my indiscretions
nobody saw my mistake
more up close than you
with stubble and a backwards cap
scraping your teeth against my metallic skin
smearing any black left
across sweaty cheeks
my love sits on my chest
so heavy I can't breathe
I never could
that's how you caught me
made me feel small
made it loud and messy
full and empty
cold and dark
graffiti littered through
my sugar coated smiles
god pulls this deep red velvet
through miles and miles
of brightly colored hopes and dreams
floating and watching down on me and you
shaking his golden head
laughing merrily at all my wrong turns
shaking pale knees
stuttering stilletto heels
moving in time to the rythm of saints
lipstick tastes like wine and
the stain of my devotion
shows on your shadowed face
flowing beats that resound inside
my empty stomach
and my pointy shoulders gliding
far from your sandpaper touch
snagged silk
soft to the touch reminds us
where that burning path took us
and how much it ached
and we part slowly
soles shuffling distances
palms trailing down arms
waking up on the floor
with the sun shining down brightly.

*yawns*

Boy, I'm so sleeeepy this morning. I stayed up a little too late watching t.v. last night. Not any show in particular,I spent an hour just flipping around. I got to chat with Daniel a bit about the wonder that is Ali G. If you don't know who he is, I suggest you rent the DVD post haste. Speaking of wonders, I have been rediscovering some CD's I had laying around.

I've been rocking out to Robbie McDonald's band Tripadagio. I'm not sure what happened to them, but these songs are so awesome. If you can find it, you should pick up "When Nice People Say Nasty Things", you won't regret it. I've also been listening to Gann Matthews and local musician who I met at the Mercury Cafe. He actually wanted me to do his website, but I was too busy to take it on. Anyway, he is really wonderful, very unique and interesting. Check out his album, The Thin Line. Speaking of interesting and unique, my friend Dane Strom has recently wrapped up production on his first full length album, No Soap Radio. It is going to be available soon, so make sure to check it out. Also, for the Sheila Kay Miller fans, she's got a show coming up this Saturday, be there!

And in the spirit of appreciating new artists, give these guys a listen:
Joe Beleznay
Mark Geary
Supreme Beings of Leisure
Darren Johnson
Amy & The Cheetah


~e

Velocity: Your Home For Modern Living

Velocity: Your Home For Modern Living

This site has some amazing stuff....

Little Puppy Song by Matt Mangano

can't get over
my dog rover
got ran over
4 leaf clover

not so lucky
little puppy
you got fucked up
by a trucky

picked you up on a Friday
you were flat on a driveway
if I could have it my way
you would have died on the highway

little puppy
ba babababaaaaaaaaabababaaaaaaa
little puppy
picked you up on a Friday
you were flat on the driveway
yes your were
if I could have it my way
you would have died on the highway
on the highway
you would have died
you would have died on the highway
now there is a big spot on my driveway
I can't seem to scrub it off oh no no no....

Ding Dong the flyer is dead....

I finally finished the flyer I was working on for Jermaine. It had many versions and changes but thank God, I'm finally through with it. Hopefully all my work on that project is finished. Not too much went on last night. Tim cooked me a nice dinner and we watched Bad Santa. That movie is so funny and yet so wrong... I was laughing at things I still feel guilty about. Ah well, don't blame me, blame Hollywood!

I had a doctors appointment this morning to go get fitted for my new running inserts. The doctor told me that when I walk and run I do this thing with my right ankle called an " ankle whip". Not sure what that means but it has something to do with the way I tilt my foot when I run and it's causing undue stress on my arches and the tendons on the inside of my right ankle. So he had me put my feet in these really weird pink foam stuff and they took some impressions so they could make me some little cushiony things to help correct it. I hope it works...

Other than that it's been a pretty ho-hum day. If I think of anything exciting, I'll let you know.

~e

cool dark velvet punctuated with jutting hips
lips parted and slicked
sweaty hands placed where wings should be
breath like hot whiskey
kettle drums beat in time to the room
blacked windows loom
fiery motion shudders with touch
final crescendo rush

Resume for Tim Coper

Resume for Tim Coper

okay, I just thought this was cute... Tim's resume from College, look at that ponytail.... :) I love it!

weekend in summary...

In case you were wondering where I was over the weekend, ( and you know you where...) Friday night, Tim and I went to Justin's house and hung out with everyone. Well everyone except Brad, apparently he doesn't call people. *ahem* . Then, I spent most of Saturday with Sheila. We did a facial with her Mary Kay Lady in the morning. The Mary Kay Lady was very giggly. It was like a very young, very loud cheerleader was trapped inside her middle aged body. But she was very nice and my face felt great after all that exfoliation.

So then Sheila and I drove out to Buckley and went to the gym. I had a nice long workout, I even lifted weights. I'm trying to get in shape for the summer. Plus, I've decided to run the Bolder Boulder this year. It's only 10k. (How long is a "K" anyway?) I think it's about 6 miles. That's actually not too bad. I need to have some sort of goal for myself besides "get hot for summer". That's not a real goal, and besides, I won't allow myself to be that shallow. The upside is that I've managed con Tim into coming with me to the gym this week. It's so much more fun to work out when you have someone there with you. Plus, any day with Tim beats hanging out with my squadron. Blech...

On Sunday I cleaned house and rearranged my living room. I think it looks much better now, more spacious. Oh and now the piano is front and center.... Right in front of the big window, which has curtains now....The house is starting to look like a real house. *sigh* I wish we could buy that house. I love it so much...

On Monday I was going to go to work but I felt awful. (I was having "Lady" issues) Damn ovaries, they can be so inconvenient. I worked on Jermaine's stuff for a bit, and then Tim and I went to the Cherry Cricket for a burger with swiss AND avacado. I know, I'm supposed to be eating healthy, but nothing cures a yucky day of cramps like a big greasy burger and some yummy fries. oh and ranch dressing... BRING ME MY RANCH HOSE!!!!!

I'm doing it Ebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay....

Okay, I've always known about eBay, but I never realized how cool it was. I like shopping... (do you know any girls who don't?) But, I get really frustrated shopping at malls, and although I really love vintage stuff, my patience for filtering through all the crap has lessened in recent years.

So, enter eBay. It is so easy to find the stuff I want (shoes, purses, sunglasses, shirts, shoes and more shoes...) and I really love getting stuff in the mail. Waiting to get something is like getting christmas presents, not to mention all the great deals I've been getting... Anyway, if you haven't eBayed yet, I suggest you try it. *commercial for eBay ends*

So, in a few short weeks, I am going to be an aunt. My sister Mary is going to have her baby around the end of February. I can't wait to meet him. :) By the time I actually get to see him, he'll be past that little red and wrinkly stage. Thank god, I mean babies are precious and all but sometimes when they are born it takes them a little while to get cute.

more later....
~e

Taken from us...

Back in September, while I was on my honeymoon, I checked my work email and found out that my friend Kris had died. I mentioned it briefly in my old blog. Kris and I weren't really tight or anything. He was good friends with my good friend Kevin Severson. Whenever I used to go hang with Kevin, Kris would be there. He was really chill, very laid back and a huge flirt. He used to joke around with me a bit, I think just to make Kevin jealous.

Kris was a bit younger than me, so I never really took it to heart, but we did have a few good conversations out on Kevin's porch, just about life, love, our crappy jobs...Etc. My favorite thing about Kris was that even though he was a guy's guy, meaning, he played sports, worked out a lot, all that typical boy stuff, he wasn't all obnoxious.

He did drive a motorcycle, which would eventually be the cause of his demise. But he also drove an old Volvo stationwagen, that always cracked me up. This car known for being steady and safe, was the ride of choice of a motorcycle riding young guy...

When I found out that Kris was dead, I was in shock but as unsure how to react as I had been the first time I ever heard a friend of mine had died. I was stationed in Montana the first time that happened. My friend Woody was a Staff Sergeant I met at the gym and we used to hang out ever so often. He was kind squirrelly and talked a LOT, but he was funny and he used to come see me sing at this bar where I did open mike night. It was very shocking when he died because it was a suicide that no one saw coming. Especially not me.

I had spoken to him on the phone about three hours before he had killed himself. Because I was one of the people who he had interacted with on that day, I had to go get interviewed by OSI. I was pretty certain that the conversation we'd had that day had something to do with why he killed himself and I was wracking my brain trying to find some sort of connection. It turned out that his ex-wife had won the child custody case that they had been fighting about for a year. He was just too heartbroken that she was taking his daughter away to live with her and her new husband.

I'm not sure if he actually meant to kill himself. I can't imagine him being the depressed type, but then again you never know what is going on inside someone's head. I know for a fact that Kris did not want to die. He was on his way to see his girlfriend when his motorcycle was hit by a drunk driver. I don't know if he suffered, and I don't know what his last thoughts were, but I'm sure that death was the last thing he wanted.

Today while working on the flyers for Donations for Kris' Memorial Plaque, I was searching our server for photos from his funeral program. While searching I came upon the Alert Photos from his accident. Something, I'm sure, that no one who knew Kris ever should have seen. I only glanced at the photos before realizing what they were and closing the file quickly. But I did see one photo of him, lying on the street and it is the saddest image I've ever seen.

I feel cranky...

What is this? Asshole day? Everyone I've talked to in the past 40 minutes has been a complete moron. I was stuck outside the gate this morning ( I called work to let them know...), for some reason when there are twice as many cops checking ID's, they go twice as slow. So when I finally inched my way in the gate, I was about 12 minutes late. I walk in the door and this girl (airman) that I work with is all,"15 minutes late? What is the deal with people, they think they can just come in 15 minutes late? I made it here on time...."

I could have smacked her. Sometimes I really just can not stand people. *sigh*

So then, no sooner have I sat down at my desk I get a call from a aVTC scheduler who is rambling on about crap that I don't care about. I mean seriously... I should get at least a hour of grace time where I can just check my email, figure out what's due today and what calls I've got, get a cup of coffee and THEN all the morons can descend upon me.

She was silver danger
riddled with rips and tears
to the man who waited outside the door
she was only a distraction
it's her bare feat
and her bare talent
and her death defying act
flying through his dreams
with the greatest of ease
that brings him to his knees
the trip from stair to stair
lingers in his mind before he knocks
and the sound of a thousand zippers
drowns out his desire
her quiet little feet
walk from the back door to the front
she opens herself
to nothing left waiting
and her day is done.

American idol....

...Is not a talent show. It's a freak show, and the amount of freaks whose parents and friends allow them to go on t.v. and sing horribly is astounding. How can the people who care about them let them believe that they have talent when they don't??? I'm am asking all of you as my friends, please tell me when I suck. If I'm oblivious to it, let me know...Just take me aside and say, "erin, I'm telling you this as a friend....You really suck." I'd really appreciate it.

The view out my window today is very blue. The six baby pine trees that I see on the horizon are no longer covered in snow and the little white that is left in my view is melting away. When they said the sun shines in Colorado, they weren't kidding...It feels like summer outside.

I wanna give a shout out to Daniel, just cause I know how much he appreciates my randomnocity.


but seriously, vote for Pedro.

~e

Okey dokey...

Here I am again...Back in the land of the blogging. I haven't been able to do this in so long, I think I may have forgotten. Or not.....

So today was busy for me. I'm on like 5 million committees for various things and everyone thinks that my only responsibility is to them, go figure. I went to a meeting for my UAC today. UAC stands for "Unit Advisory Council" but really it's just a fancy way of saying, "Squadron Bitches". We are held responsible if the Squadron Holiday Party isn't cool or the picnic isn't cool, but no one wants to help us and no one participates. So it's just a few of us hard-core people. I don't really know why the other people are there. I 'm there because I'm a control freak and I like to throw parties. But I suspect everyone else is there just to get out of their offices. Not that I blame them...

The air force would be much better off if they made work environments a priority. All those guys who work behind the fence in a building with no windows and sad little cubicles.... I feel so sorry for them. I am one of the lucky few. I have a window. A huge floor to ceiling window. Our squadron commander doesn't even have a window... heh heh...

What good is a window you ask? Well , I'll tell you... I can stare out of it. And you might not think that is a big deal, but sometimes when I get stressed out, I can look out and see this large barren field right next to my building and sometimes there will be contracters out there mowing the grass in this barren field. And then I think...Hey my job's not so bad. At least I don't have to mow stuff.

My first post in my new blog....

Right now I'm just testing out this method of updating my blog. Maybe it will be easier this way....

~e