<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132</id><updated>2011-07-20T16:29:58.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh, Baby!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-4681321482747899729</id><published>2009-08-26T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:36:42.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blogger,</title><content type='html'>I've replaced you. No hard feelings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovingly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.mamagooch.wordpress.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-4681321482747899729?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4681321482747899729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=4681321482747899729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4681321482747899729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4681321482747899729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-blogger.html' title='Dear Blogger,'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-2263102659931609397</id><published>2009-08-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:02:57.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 60, 27); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far along? 29 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;Total weight gain/loss: 20 pounds. Idon'twanttotalkaboutit.&lt;br /&gt;Maternity clothes? Yes! I still fit into 2 pairs of my normal jeans, but that clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: This third trimester is kicking my tail already- I am constantly exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Best moment this week: You mean PROGRESS? Zero progress has been made. My nursery is still a guest bedroom, complete with double bed and treadmill. All of my baby clothes are sitting in organized piles on my dining room table, just &lt;i&gt;waiting&lt;/i&gt; for a dresser to go in. &lt;br /&gt;Movement: The highlight of my days! Rather, nights. He is usually up and kicking around 4am, so I will grab Jason's hand in the middle of the night and we'll just lay there in bed, giggling &amp;amp; feeling our son move around. It's amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 60, 27); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Gender: BOY! People ask, "Are you sure?" Yes. I have photographic evidence.&lt;br /&gt;Labor Signs: None! Thank the Lord. I'm so not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Belly Button in or out? In... for now. Each day it gets a little less "in" and a little more "out."&lt;br /&gt;What I miss: Being active. My actions these days are so restricted by aches and pains. I've vowed to be more active once I have him!&lt;br /&gt;What I am looking forward to: Seeing what he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Weekly Wisdom: I still feel like I'm in the mode of NEEDING wisdom and not quite prepared to give it out. 11 weeks away from my due date, and I'm still lost! &lt;br /&gt;Milestones: He's around 3 pounds and is around 15 inches long- packing on the cute little fat! I love him already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-2263102659931609397?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2263102659931609397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=2263102659931609397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2263102659931609397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2263102659931609397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/08/29-weeks.html' title='29 weeks.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-8884683342667303743</id><published>2009-08-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:06:28.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, final trimester.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This morning I had my "7th month" doctor's appointment, and as he walked into the room he looked at me and exclaimed, "The last trimester!" Being the classy gal that I am, I made this face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=732e3d7e15&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1230f911a5c5196c&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=thd&amp;amp;zw" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M. NOT. KIDDING. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poor doctor said, "I don't know what to think of that face you just made..." But really- where has the time gone? I don't ask that wistfully. "&lt;i&gt;Frantic&lt;/i&gt;" is the word that comes to mind when I think of having only twelve weeks left. It seems like yesterday that I was 12 weeks pregnant, and now I'm staring down the barrel of my last three months of this pregnancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other morning I was chatting with my mother-in-law, who said, "You know, there are women who have babies this early on. Are you ready?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UM, NO?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have too much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have too much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; I have too much to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As of about five minutes ago I didn't have a nursery- I had a guest room piled with miscellaneous baby items. It is still like that unless magical nursery fairies came in and transformed it. I don't know where to begin signing up for a birthing class, I don't know how to get a pediatrician, I don't know how to set up a "walk-through" at the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-8884683342667303743?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8884683342667303743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=8884683342667303743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8884683342667303743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8884683342667303743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-final-trimester.html' title='hello, final trimester.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-22301548601720845</id><published>2009-08-04T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:49:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty six.</title><content type='html'>I've really been trying to be good about embracing the whole pregnancy experience and just going along for the ride- but sometimes, it hits me. At the end of this process, I will have a child! A living being to take care of... it blows my mind sometimes. At this point I am 26 weeks, and baby Will is 14 inches long (the size of this hot house cucumber), and almost 2 pounds. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.babycenter.com/ims/2007/10oct/20071004/26-english-cucumber.jpg?width=424&amp;amp;height=302&amp;amp;pad=true"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 302px;" src="http://assets.babycenter.com/ims/2007/10oct/20071004/26-english-cucumber.jpg?width=424&amp;amp;height=302&amp;amp;pad=true" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-22301548601720845?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/22301548601720845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=22301548601720845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/22301548601720845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/22301548601720845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-six.html' title='twenty six.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-9188192771848873647</id><published>2009-07-20T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:02:55.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you sure there aren't two in there?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, I am not carrying twins- and yes, I am sure. Please stop asking me!! Bellies are supposed to get big during pregnancy, isn't that how it goes? As the baby grows, so do I! My doctor measured my stomach last week, and it is right on target. Want me to have him write you a note?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago at work a customer came up to me and said, "Wow, you're getting fat... in the good way!" (knowing full well I am pregnant) My question is this: Why do people feel that just because a person is pregnant, they can get away with calling someone fat? It's just common courtesy, people, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note: I cannot contain myself from the wonder that is &lt;b&gt;Online Shopping&lt;/b&gt;. I found good deals, though... does that justify it? I just ordered five onesies for my little man, and it is a miracle that I stopped there. Jason will probably holler at me, but I'm hoping that once they arrive and he sees them, his heart will melt and everything will be alright. Here are the ones I just ordered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SmSF3UPI78I/AAAAAAAAAP4/83kA9NJuXS4/s400/e.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360556641849241538" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SmSF1c3cg4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/TUFvJMwEE8A/s400/d.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360556609806041986" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SmSFzedH8oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-Fkzaa2UKPA/s400/c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360556575872774786" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SmSFwXVz-bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fHpcLozvsbw/s400/b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360556522423450034" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SmSFtceCzsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Qc8tunCoIOM/s400/a.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360556472260546242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;One more picture, and then I am done. This is my 24 week estimate of what my little man should look like. At this point, he is one foot long, a little over one pound, and is even growing his tooth buds! Seriously amazing stuff going on! No wonder I feel like constantly taking a nap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SmSGg3BgGlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3-yGfoB-to4/s400/bbeee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360557355561917010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-9188192771848873647?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/9188192771848873647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=9188192771848873647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/9188192771848873647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/9188192771848873647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-sure-there-arent-two-in-there.html' title='&quot;Are you sure there aren&apos;t two in there?&quot;'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SmSF3UPI78I/AAAAAAAAAP4/83kA9NJuXS4/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6423294437135772942</id><published>2009-07-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:31:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;William Marshall is the size of a spaghetti squash this week, and I am definitely feeling like I have a spaghetti squash in my abdomen. He's rolling around more, and treating my organs like a punching/kicking bag. I'm not going to lie; it's amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.babycenter.com/ims/2007/10oct/20071004/22-spaghetti-squash.jpg?width=424&amp;amp;height=302&amp;amp;pad=true" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 302px;" src="http://assets.babycenter.com/ims/2007/10oct/20071004/22-spaghetti-squash.jpg?width=424&amp;amp;height=302&amp;amp;pad=true" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6423294437135772942?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6423294437135772942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6423294437135772942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6423294437135772942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6423294437135772942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/07/22-weeks.html' title='22 weeks.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-61753062347326758</id><published>2009-06-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:23:57.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty weeks.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've reached that ever-intrusive point of my pregnancy where my belly is beginning to greatly protrude, giving strangers the "Go-Ahead" to give it a good rub. Not absolute strangers, but co-workers that I haven't spoken 2 sentences to are coming up to me, and giving my stomach a nice rub. For normal people this act seems to be a little annoying, or even frustrating. But I am about as NON touchy-feely as a person can get (unless you're Jason, and I am a snuggle machine). To have random people come up to me and rub my belly... well, it's awkward- and I don't think I'll ever get past it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.babycenter.com/ims/2007/10oct/20071004/20-banana.jpg?width=424&amp;amp;height=302&amp;amp;pad=true"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 302px;" src="http://assets.babycenter.com/ims/2007/10oct/20071004/20-banana.jpg?width=424&amp;amp;height=302&amp;amp;pad=true" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am officially halfway through my pregnancy, and my son is 10 inches long! Roughly the length of a banana... hence, the banana. I had the day off of work, so after a nice dinner we went to REGISTER! Since our engagement was long distanced, I registered for everything by myself for our wedding- so this was the first time I had the privilege to register WITH Jason. He insisted on holding the gun and scanning the items, and I've never witnessed someone experience such joy in doing so. I mean, look at him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs106.snc1/4908_517347734455_62400858_30697498_1296389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs106.snc1/4908_517347734455_62400858_30697498_1296389_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I right, or am I right? The man scanned everything we needed and then some (including my butt). When we scanned multi-colored baby spoons he said, "That's fine, but as soon as we get that I am throwing away the pink and purple spoons." BLUE BLUE BLUE! Occasional green, then more BLUE BLUE BLUE! It was a blast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of whom... the dude wants to go to bed, and I can never turn down the idea of sleep- even though each night gets more uncomfortable! This belly is hard to maneuver.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-61753062347326758?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/61753062347326758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=61753062347326758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/61753062347326758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/61753062347326758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/06/twenty-weeks.html' title='twenty weeks.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-1328635717667553724</id><published>2009-06-16T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:39:41.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nineteen weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One more week and we will be halfway through! This picture is what he looks like this week, and he seems so cramped, but he has got a ways to go before completion! My little heirloom tomato-sized booger is very active, so I've been feeling his movements more and more. I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/fetal/19.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 137px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I came across a good deal online for this stroller, and it just came in the mail. It is smaller than I expected, but then again it is for a small baby! Also, space is an issue in my house so the more compact, the better!&lt;img src="http://ep.yimg.com/ip/I/albee-baby_2055_559510017" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once it was assembled, Jason took it for a whirl around the living room - with a huge smile on his face and humming a high-pitched tune. It was HILARIOUS. The man couldn't be more excited about our little dude. Before we found out that it's a boy Jason would talk to my stomach in a soft, loving voice. Since we found out, he is more gruff. Still loving, and he always says the same thing, "Hey buddy- it's your Daddy! I love you, and can't wait to see you but take your time in there!" and ends it with a kiss. I don't think I could love him any more if I tried... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of which: tomorrow is our three year wedding anniversary! Money is tight (with baby doctor bills and such), so I was just going to fix something simple for dinner and we could hang out at home (pretty much like any other night), but he told me he's been saving up money so we can go out to a fancy place... I am excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/Sjg6yXzLg5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nOHaW74Lseo/s400/3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348089194559013778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do, forever. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-1328635717667553724?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1328635717667553724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=1328635717667553724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1328635717667553724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1328635717667553724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/06/nineteen-weeks.html' title='nineteen weeks.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/Sjg6yXzLg5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nOHaW74Lseo/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-4125764902836155494</id><published>2009-06-12T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:31:47.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee31/sal408_gra/2706_its-a-boy.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 321px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay! I can't wait to meet my little booger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SjJKaEzvhjI/AAAAAAAAANo/hT9VpXn09Jg/s400/profile.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346417519470020146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Profile shot of my son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-4125764902836155494?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4125764902836155494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=4125764902836155494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4125764902836155494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4125764902836155494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/06/its.html' title='It&apos;s a................'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SjJKaEzvhjI/AAAAAAAAANo/hT9VpXn09Jg/s72-c/profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6793624343638851794</id><published>2009-06-05T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:10:23.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>five days...</title><content type='html'>... Until we find out what Baby G is! On one hand, five days seems like an eternity, but on another, we have been waiting SO long to find out! When we first found out I was pregnant, Jason kept asking me, "How long until we find out?" My answer then was FOUR months. Now we have five days! I'm starting to plan what to do for the nursery, and I really love www.Etsy.com's wall decals. I just need to know which gender to order for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SikwwetR6KI/AAAAAAAAANY/5qoWzlzxBtw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SikwwetR6KI/AAAAAAAAANY/5qoWzlzxBtw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343856042286639266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/Sikx5Dq3dxI/AAAAAAAAANg/Kvb-fZZz8_U/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/Sikx5Dq3dxI/AAAAAAAAANg/Kvb-fZZz8_U/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343857289159210770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(obviously this decal comes in PINK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aside from the decorating aspects, I've really been trying to grasp the hugeness of becoming a parent. I know everyone says you are never truly prepared for when your first (or second, or third, etc) baby comes, but I would like to have an idea of the kind of parent that I want to be. How I want to teach my kids, etc. Obviously Jason and I have had this discussion for the past three years we've been married (and even before we got married, we established how each of us feel we should raise children)- but now that we're in the situation, it's like we are putting into practice all of the things we talked about &amp;amp; planned on. We are going to bring our child(ren) up in a godly household, and do our best to reflect Christlike behavior in everything we do... Those things do take a conscious effort, and &lt;/span&gt;I've really been praying for God to guide us in this, and keep us both alert in all that we do. Having a baby is not a small thing, and as my belly -and the baby inside it- grows, I'm constantly floored by that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I think about this, my bottom line is always the same thing: trust God. Live for God. Honor God. He will make our paths straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6793624343638851794?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6793624343638851794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6793624343638851794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6793624343638851794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6793624343638851794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/06/five-days.html' title='five days...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SikwwetR6KI/AAAAAAAAANY/5qoWzlzxBtw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-1540407186894902203</id><published>2009-06-01T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:36:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. my blog is boring. suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-1540407186894902203?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1540407186894902203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=1540407186894902203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1540407186894902203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1540407186894902203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dear-friend-lauren-laurenfromtexas.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-278255043806965986</id><published>2009-05-20T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:02:08.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fifteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/15/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/15/index.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is what my kid looks like this week- pretty cool! Lately I've been feeling some sort of fluttering inside each time I sit down and relax. I looked it up, and sure enough- this time of the pregnancy is when you can start feeling movement! How cool is that? Jason asked me what it feels like... and honestly it feels like someone is popping popcorn in my stomach. Very strange, but cool. Three more weeks and we find out if it is Will or Reagan. Unbelievable! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from my four month appointment, and everything is on track. I've gained only 3 pounds since being pregnant, my blood pressure is "perfect," and the baby's heartbeat is stronger than ever. Praise the Lord! Throughout this whole process I've just been awed at how God works things- the development and such. How can you go through the process of pregnancy and not realize that there IS a God?! Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm due to go into work soon, and I'm dreading it. Four days this week I am working 12:30-9; right after I told my boss I refuse to work until 9 anymore. One or two nights a week is fine, but four or five is too much. Jason told me this morning if this keeps up he wants me to quit, but we do still need the extra money in hopes to pay off our debt before Baby arrives. I can't lie, though... I would love to march in there and say, "By the way, JERKS- this is my last day- SUCK IT!" :o) Hopefully things will get better, more people will get hired and I will get the morning shift. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all- I must start getting ready for a fun day of playing in the grease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-278255043806965986?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/278255043806965986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=278255043806965986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/278255043806965986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/278255043806965986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/05/fifteen.html' title='fifteen.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6420864432640168639</id><published>2009-05-13T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:37:07.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(gotta get that) boom, boom, boom</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling something lately, and I'm sure it will pass soon enough (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like the day after eating really greasy Chinese&lt;/span&gt;)- but it's been refreshing... the feeling of actually getting somewhere. Progress. Not "getting ahead," by any means but more "keeping up" in a better way that we have been. Lately we've been house hunting! Super exciting and mostly just for fun- the only way we would buy would be if we saw "an offer we can't refuse" (call me Soprano).  I'm just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; ready for a change, but I don't want us to race ahead of God's timing... it's all sensitive and nerve-wracking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of sensitive, that is something that I am not lacking. Sensitivity &amp;amp; emotions- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holy crap&lt;/span&gt;- have been flowing in abundance. I've never been a very emotional person (when it comes to showcasing how I feel), and these freaking hormones are going to be the death of me. I will cry at the smallest things, and Jason will ask, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why are you crying?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I DON'T KNOW!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, second trimester- please send a memo to my body that I'm sick of these mood swings and emotions. Give me Heartless Erin back, please. PLEASE??????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really have nothing else to say, and there is a chicken flavored Chow Mein noodle microwave packet on my counter that is calling out, "LUNCH TIME!" So I leave you with this amazing kitchen from a house we looked at... that is impossible for us to purchase, but sometimes I dream about it at night: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SgsTOBCmwdI/AAAAAAAAANA/krfaiRf3Jbk/s400/74621_401_18.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335379315068944850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6420864432640168639?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6420864432640168639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6420864432640168639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6420864432640168639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6420864432640168639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/05/gotta-get-that-boom-boom-boom.html' title='(gotta get that) boom, boom, boom'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SgsTOBCmwdI/AAAAAAAAANA/krfaiRf3Jbk/s72-c/74621_401_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6917795421511210517</id><published>2009-05-08T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:53:00.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SgQ9UhI3QdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LBimwofKZt8/s1600-h/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SgQ9UhI3QdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LBimwofKZt8/s400/index.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333455281415733714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, settle down, that's not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; butt. In five weeks we find out what Baby G is! Boy, or girl? We have the boy name, and I think we have the girl name- but we are both kind of putting off finalizing anything until we know for sure what is in there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much to say, and I have to get ready for work.......so whatev.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6917795421511210517?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6917795421511210517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6917795421511210517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6917795421511210517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6917795421511210517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/05/thirteen.html' title='thirteen'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SgQ9UhI3QdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LBimwofKZt8/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-4506857161697524209</id><published>2009-04-29T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:41:27.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twelve weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/fetal/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 137px;" src="http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/fetal/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little cuter? Maybe? Possible? Just a little? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-4506857161697524209?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4506857161697524209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=4506857161697524209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4506857161697524209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4506857161697524209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/04/twelve-weeks.html' title='twelve weeks.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3353996676922806034</id><published>2009-04-17T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:58:53.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eleven weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/fetal/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 137px;" src="http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/fetal/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too adorable yet, right? Each week my baby gets cuter! I've been following every week of development on www.BabyCenter.com, and this week mine is the size of a fig! So funny. Jason really enjoys hearing what happens each week, and the different growth he/she is making. He is so excited, he goes and tells everyone at work, "My baby is the size of a fig this week!" haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood swings, though, are in full "swing" (no pun intended, har har). The other morning I woke up and Jason said, "You're so cute!" and took one look at my face, "Oh. You're grouchy." I've been trying to control it, but sometimes it's hard! I beg him to bear with me, and of course he will. Duh. I want to take weekly pictures, since my stomach is starting to grow- but don't want to weird people out by posting them on Facebook. I know I will be happy I did it later on... *not bare belly pictures, gross* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday at work someone new started, and this week's schedule had me working earlier shifts because of the new addition. My boss put me in charge of training her (instead of people who have been there 5-7 years), and I may have overwhelmed her with the work because last night after work-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SHE QUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Infuriating. She claimed the work was, "Just too hard." I just don't understand people like that, but more power to her if she can survive in these hard times without a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all, for now... folks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3353996676922806034?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3353996676922806034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3353996676922806034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3353996676922806034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3353996676922806034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/04/eleven-weeks.html' title='eleven weeks'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5711478801852183537</id><published>2009-04-03T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:43:53.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's really been too long since I've last blogged, but lately there hasn't been much to talk about. I've been working 40+ hours a week at work, and that is not exciting to talk about. I can see it now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I almost killed all of my co-workers today, but showed some self control and didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate Yankees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? Doesn't work. Both of those instances are actually daily occurances. Also it's hard to find time for anything that isn't a necessity. Sorry, Blogger. You are not a priority right now. Laundry? Yes. Dishes? Probably should be more of a priority. Blogger? Not so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel a little silly blogging this as news, because everyone who reads this already knows- but at the same time, I feel like it needs to be Blogger Official: I am nine weeks pregnant!  Come November 10th (or around there somewhere), there will be a Baby Reen/Jason. I feel like I'm down-playing it a bit to say, "We're really excited!" I'm just getting out of the want-to-puke-my-brains-out-every-second stage, which is quite lovely- and am trying not to be weirded out by the fact that my stomach is larger than it's ever been and it's only the BEGINNING of hugeness.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough is enough. That's it, blogger. Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:  Does this make me a Mommy blogger, Lauren? &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5711478801852183537?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5711478801852183537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5711478801852183537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5711478801852183537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5711478801852183537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-am-nine-weeks-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3180851315447874588</id><published>2009-02-18T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:11:31.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cooking.com.edgesuite.net/images/products/shprodde/183139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.cooking.com.edgesuite.net/images/products/shprodde/183139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;1. Do you think​ you are pregn​ant?​&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If the year consi​sted of only one seaso​n,​ which​ would​ you choos​e?​&lt;br /&gt;Florida's winter... hot AND cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have to get a pierc​ing,​ what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any more piercings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You have to get a tatto​o,​ where​ and what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;A heart on my ring finger. NOT going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you weari​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;My bathrobe &amp;amp; flannel pants. It's the morning, shut up!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you miss anyon​e?​&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When is the last time someo​ne of the oppos​ite sex gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. My husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Any plans​ for tomor​row?​&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet! I haven't looked at my work schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is anyth​ing wrong​?​&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a good relat​ionsh​ip with your paren​ts?​&lt;br /&gt;I'd venture to say great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are your frien​ds talle​r than you?&lt;br /&gt;Not many of them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What were you doing​ this morni​ng at 5:​30?​&lt;br /&gt;S-L-E-E-P-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing​ 2 hours​ ago?&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, the same thing I'm doing right now! Sitting on my couch, watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like the ocean​?​&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would​ you rathe​r sleep​ with someo​ne else,​ or alone​?​&lt;br /&gt;With my huzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many windo​ws are open on your compu​ter?​&lt;br /&gt;Two. Skype, and Chrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Was the first​ perso​n you talke​d to today​ male or femal​e?​&lt;br /&gt;Male. Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who was the last perso​n you rode in a car with?​&lt;br /&gt;Jay. Durrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What woke you up this morni​ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;My phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you know anyon​e named​ Matt?​&lt;br /&gt;I work with a couple of Matts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you talke​d to a sibli​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;This morning! I talked to my Boof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is your hair curly​ or strai​ght?​&lt;br /&gt;Currently? Straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you wear glass​es?​&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you curre​ntly jealo​us?​&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you doing​ today​?​&lt;br /&gt;Working, from 1:30-9. :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What jewel​ery are you curre​ntly weari​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;Engagement ring, wedding band, and ring I got from my Dad on my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Could​ you go the rest of your life witho​ut smoki​ng a cigar​ette?​&lt;br /&gt;I should hope so. I've gone thus far without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever in any way, been betra​yed by someo​ne you trust​?​&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How late did you stay up last night​ and why?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight - because I couldn't sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you picky​ about​ who you give your numbe​r to?&lt;br /&gt;Uh- YES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you prefe​r:​ McDon​alds or Burge​r King?​&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds. Burger King is GROSS. I try not to eat either one, but... ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Would​ you rathe​r go to Greec​e or Hawai​i?​&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Did you have a good birth​day this year?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Yes :o) Spent it with my 2 Sylvester girls, and it was glorious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3180851315447874588?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3180851315447874588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3180851315447874588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3180851315447874588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3180851315447874588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/02/wish-list.html' title='wish list.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3228042638738313266</id><published>2009-02-13T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:20:50.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has surely been a long day! I'm exhausted but my Valentine's Day gift for Jason is in the oven (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/chocolate-espresso-cheesecake-with-ganache-recipe/index.html" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;356c54b880e1cd07db7de7d9e25ededa&amp;quot;, event)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/chocolate- espresso-cheesecake-with-ganache-recipe/index .html&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;and it will be finished at midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is stressful as usual. The management is just driving me crazy- I've never been exposed to such insanity before! I was scheduled to work from 4-9 today, and at 1:00 my phone rings, saying I'm late &amp;amp; am scheduled to come in at 12:30. Of course, I rush around &amp;amp; come in as soon as possible. The first thing I did was check the schedule. It said, "FRIDAY/ERIN/4-9." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt;. There goes my day. As I was closing up the department tonight my boss called, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt;, asking me to work the 8:30-5 shift for her tomorrow. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt;. I really am thankful to have a job, don't get me wrong- it's just a lot to put up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a million people have asked me today, "What are your plans for Valentine's Day?" What I am really looking foward to doing tomorrow is getting off of work early, renting a movie, getting take-out from our wonderful neighborhood Italian restaurant and snuggling me some Jayfur. That's all I really want- and I think I'm going to get just that. Oh: and eating some homemade chocolate cheesecake &gt;:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more hours! Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I must love him or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3228042638738313266?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3228042638738313266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3228042638738313266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3228042638738313266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3228042638738313266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-surely-been-long-day-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-2438739385472106994</id><published>2009-02-09T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:51:57.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about them. I couldn't live without them. Well, that's an exaggeration. I have lived without them, but I don't like to. What kind of lists? Why don't I make a list out of it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning. Without a list my house would be a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping. Without a list my mind draws a blank as soon as I enter the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking. Without a list my husband would survive off of pizza rolls &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;and he would like it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bills. Without a list I would surely be in jail, or foreclosed upon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this tell you about me? I am a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big, sloppy fat mess&lt;/span&gt;. I'm trying to get my life back in order, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;. I've been in the mood to paint lately. I want to paint my master bathroom a lovely pale pink. For the past two years it's been a very bright blue (as in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smurf&lt;/span&gt;), and it's been annoying me lately. I want something different, relaxing, and clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess that's about it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-2438739385472106994?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2438739385472106994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=2438739385472106994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2438739385472106994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2438739385472106994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/02/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-2082364292558441773</id><published>2009-02-02T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:29:35.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have such a rebellious heart. I feel like I'm constantly trying to wrangle it back into the right place, when all I really need to do is rely on the Lord. Trust in the Lord. I know it, I've known it all my life so why is it so hard to apply and act? I guess this past year has been harder on me than I thought, because each day I'm realizing how hard hearted and rebellious I am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prone to leave the God I love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seal it for Thy courts above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-2082364292558441773?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2082364292558441773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=2082364292558441773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2082364292558441773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2082364292558441773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-such-rebellious-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5338114315325629962</id><published>2009-01-28T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:25:58.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Prison Mike...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lauren says guys who wear shirts like this are morons. I definitely agree, but I want a shirt like this for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyCuAu0EUHM/SYB4rH9NdPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ca-GHBsooqo/s320/gun+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyCuAu0EUHM/SYB4rH9NdPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ca-GHBsooqo/s320/gun+show.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a rough couple of days for me. Without divulging in unnecessary details I will just say I'm happy to have moved past the rough, and am hopefully moving on into easier time. How will that happen? By relying on the Lord for strength and trusting in Him. It's all I can do. Literally. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm headed to work in an hour &amp;amp; am going to ask my boss if I can have every Sunday off of work. If not I am going to put the job hunt on top priority. Why haven't I been job searching diligently? Because it's obvious I'm not looking for a career, and this place is literally 1 mile from my home- but working until 9:00 every evening is taking it's toll and I am seriously missing my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was recently challenged by my dear friend &lt;a href="http://laurenazios.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; to listen to nothing but Christian music. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;If you know me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you know that i've never really listened to much Christian music. For example: I went through my iPod yesterday and deleted all of the secular songs. Before I deleted, I had a total of 700 songs. After I deleted those, I had 35 songs left on my iPod. Ugh! I'm excited for this "detox." &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5338114315325629962?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5338114315325629962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5338114315325629962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5338114315325629962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5338114315325629962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-prison-mike.html' title='I&apos;m Prison Mike...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyCuAu0EUHM/SYB4rH9NdPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ca-GHBsooqo/s72-c/gun+show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-2664039206065800771</id><published>2009-01-26T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:44:38.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does a "Day Off" from work mean? To my boss apparently it means fill out the schedule accordingly &amp;amp; whenever someone has a day off, call them and ask them if they want to come in and work all day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry. Not me. Especially not after this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like who I have to be while I'm at work. I have to be hard, mean, and bristly at all times. If I'm not, I get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taken advantage of&lt;/span&gt;. I have to keep my mouth shut and not give any personal details about myself at all. If I do, I get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mocked.&lt;/span&gt; I don't like who I am while I'm at work, and it's beginning to affect me outside of work. I'm beginning to be hard, mean, and bristly at home, and you can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; how popular that is with my husband. It's been a full seven days since I've had a day off, and I guess it's taken it's toll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffice it to say, I need to continue the job hunt with more diligence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-2664039206065800771?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2664039206065800771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=2664039206065800771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2664039206065800771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2664039206065800771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-day-off-from-work-mean-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3670307326016901760</id><published>2009-01-20T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:02:04.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate when people always have to prove something&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not impressed with material things, I'm impressed with the character of people. I don't want to be in competition, I want to live my life and be happy. That's just the person that I am. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also- I hate being told what to do. I'm scheduled to work today from 4-9, and my boss called me at 10 this morning and said, "You need to come in at 12:30." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, I don't need to- and because you didn't ask me kindly, I'm not going to&lt;/span&gt;. Of course I didn't say that, I said, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry, I have plans&lt;/span&gt;." But that was what I was thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said... I love spending my mornings watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;No Reservations&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; drinking coffee by myself. My job may not be impressive but I enjoy working 4 days a week &amp;amp; caring for my home in the spare hours. Speaking of which... my home needs some serious care &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3670307326016901760?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3670307326016901760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3670307326016901760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3670307326016901760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3670307326016901760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-is-it-i-am-so-stubborn-jason-asks.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3326334586596089114</id><published>2009-01-15T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:55:35.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am waiting for you, Vessini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SW-TRUWjnpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dgRQ9-sCAXo/s1600-h/P1150293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SW-TRUWjnpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dgRQ9-sCAXo/s400/P1150293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291610012913999506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell what's missing? We pick up our new tv tonight! And by "we" I mean Jay &amp;amp; his brother Joey, because I will be working... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to see the ugliest thing ever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, always yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3326334586596089114?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3326334586596089114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3326334586596089114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3326334586596089114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3326334586596089114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-waiting-for-you-vessini.html' title='I am waiting for you, Vessini...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SW-TRUWjnpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dgRQ9-sCAXo/s72-c/P1150293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-8988182424419943210</id><published>2009-01-13T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:24:57.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, B.A.T.B.</title><content type='html'>Well- the verdict is in, and our tv has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; died. Since we obviously cannot live without the tv, husband &amp;amp; I marched right out and bought ourselves one of these... a 46" Panasonic plasma doo-higgy: &lt;img src="http://images.bestbuy.com/BestBuy_US/images/products/8734/8734177_sa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 348px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It gets here on Thursday, and I could not be more excited... although instead of being excited about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better picture&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high definition&lt;/span&gt;, I am more excited about how much better my living room will look without that humongas 19th century 62" Hitachi! I can't wait to post a picture of the beautiful - SMALLER - tv on it's lovely new stand, surrounded by decorative accents. Of course I'm excited about seeing those carrots Ina chops in better detail, but it's the pretty living room that I am holding my breath for... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I shall have to wait until Thursday- for now I am headed to the best antique store in the Fort with my pregnant sister &amp;amp; my beautiful, wonderful, adorable, hilarious niece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-8988182424419943210?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8988182424419943210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=8988182424419943210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8988182424419943210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8988182424419943210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-batb.html' title='RIP, B.A.T.B.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-263149504325596015</id><published>2009-01-08T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:52:53.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am my own worst enemy.</title><content type='html'>My procrastination in taking down my Christmas decorations has gotten - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite frankly&lt;/span&gt; - ridiculous. What I need to do is turn my iHome on shuffle and BLAST music, and get it done before I have to be at work in 2.5 hours. But no... I am sitting on my couch thinking up new methods of procrastination. The current one is obvious: blogging. About what? Nothing... but it's keeping me from doing my housework. Stockings are still hanging by the mirror with care, St Nicholas is still scattered around my house, and that blasted tree is shedding hundreds of needles in each passing second. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, I don't feel like it&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since being back from Missouri we have decided to be on a "Spending Freeze," and I am happy to report that I have only spent $4 in the last five days, and that was this afternoon on a McDonalds splurge for our lunch! I went through our cupboards &amp;amp; freezer, took inventory &amp;amp; planned out a menu accordingly. This is something I should have done MONTHS ago! It isn't as stomach-turning as it sounds. Last night I made turkey(ish) burgers -on my amazing panini grill- with balsamic/ketchup glaze (delish), and tonight I am making spaghetti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay &amp;amp; I have been trying out this new thing where I assemble dinner before I leave, and he cooks it right before I get home so we can eat together, but I don't have to cook after COOKING ALL DAY &amp;amp; NIGHT. Now, I realize most normal couples do this from the start, but with us- I have always been able to cook &amp;amp; clean everything- but now with this exhausting job I've had to ask for help, and Jay is doing very good at helping me! Phew... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... &lt;a href="http://laurenazios.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; is Skyping me so I have a new method of procrastination...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps go gators. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-263149504325596015?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/263149504325596015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=263149504325596015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/263149504325596015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/263149504325596015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-my-own-worst-enemy.html' title='i am my own worst enemy.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-1951892416815286960</id><published>2009-01-05T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:23:15.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a panini grill for Christmas from my parents. Last night I tested 'er out for the first time and made Banana Nutella Panini. They were delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SWIzOM5fEII/AAAAAAAAAJU/nVYKlPT44Hk/s200/P1040279.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287845231559905410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SWIy7ybtO9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/LMYv8fikj58/s1600-h/P1040281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SWIy7ybtO9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/LMYv8fikj58/s200/P1040281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287844915218037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our tv broke (for good), so we enjoyed them with some green tea and a nice game of chess. Pirate chess, because... is there any other kind? My "queen" figure was Davey Jones. It was lovely. I won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-1951892416815286960?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1951892416815286960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=1951892416815286960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1951892416815286960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1951892416815286960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-love.html' title='true love.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SWIzOM5fEII/AAAAAAAAAJU/nVYKlPT44Hk/s72-c/P1040279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6019061073453399800</id><published>2009-01-02T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:12:07.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch.</title><content type='html'>We're back home... I guess I'm happy to be back? Not really... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year's resolution: get a good job, work our tails off and pay off our debt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, it's back to the deli from 2-9 today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6019061073453399800?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6019061073453399800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6019061073453399800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6019061073453399800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6019061073453399800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouch.html' title='ouch.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-7873267560145609090</id><published>2008-12-22T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:35:38.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z106/e_stapleton986/toothpaste%20for%20dinner/double-flippin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 602px; height: 425px;" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z106/e_stapleton986/toothpaste%20for%20dinner/double-flippin.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-7873267560145609090?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7873267560145609090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=7873267560145609090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7873267560145609090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7873267560145609090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-it.html' title='i love it.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z106/e_stapleton986/toothpaste%20for%20dinner/th_double-flippin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-8674716538288611957</id><published>2008-12-21T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:46:33.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The current movie is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bed of Roses&lt;/span&gt;. I've always kind of hated this movie. The guy is so creepy! He looks in her window at night, she's crying- he sends her flowers, and she falls for him. Call me a skeptic, but things like that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just don't happen&lt;/span&gt;. But the girl from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; is in it, and I like her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Missouri countdown is down to 2 days! I'm only working from 3-7 tomorrow, so I need to somehow manage to get all of my packing/cleaning started &amp;amp; finished from 7-2:30. It will be a busy day! I've been pushing myself in hopes that I'll be able to relax once we get to Missouri, but I am really getting worn out. TWO MORE DAYS! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our Christmas present exchange with Jason's family, and it was fun! It's interesting to see what other family's traditions are. His parents bought our tickets to Missouri so I didn't expect to get anything else, but they bought me a train set- the old fashioned kind that you put around your Christmas tree, it's so fun! They all seemed to enjoy the crafts I made for them - I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt; about what Amanda would think of the recipe box I made her, but she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it! Yippee- one family down, one to go! I can't wait to have Christmas with my family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-8674716538288611957?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8674716538288611957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=8674716538288611957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8674716538288611957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8674716538288611957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/current-movie-is-bed-of-roses.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3263972231811464223</id><published>2008-12-20T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:08:06.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so bad at this daily countdown thing! For what it's worth, we have four days before we head to Missouri! A little while back I remember saying that I hope to get decent hours this week... well, I didn't (surprise) - Since Wednesday I've been working the 12:30-9 shift, and tonight is my last one! Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday I have DECENT hours, and we leave on Wednesday! &lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1152/60/36/62400858/n62400858_30575215_5338.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't this adorable? Well - it is to me. Tomorrow is our "Christmas" with Jason's family... I'm excited because I made them some really cute gifts! I hope they are impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've been watching a lot of movies lately... Last night it was Silence of the Lambs. I remember hearing it was a good movie, but I also remember hearing it was about a man who eats people- it literally haunted my dreams. I'm not good with movies like that! Right now Conquest of the Planet of the Apes is on, and it's bringing me back! Beth, Kate &amp;amp; I used to watch these movies all the time when we were little! Only four more days until we can make some more memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:PX5HeGgdAAUTHM:http://www.soundtrackcollector.com/images/cd/large/Conquest_of_the_planet_of_the_apes_FSM_Vol4_No1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3263972231811464223?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3263972231811464223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3263972231811464223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3263972231811464223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3263972231811464223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-bad-at-this-daily-countdown-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-523707016518990722</id><published>2008-12-15T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:33:27.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, back to work! I had a glorious day off yesterday, filled with naps, crafts, and wrapping Christmas presents. My house is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; a disaster but hopefully Jason will follow through on his promise to help out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;! It's so hard to maintain a clean house - especially when I've worked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this past week. Tonight is my last 12:30-9, tomorrow I have off, and hopefully starting Wednesday I can have some decent hours again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been learning to stand up for myself lately. I work with six other people, and 3/4 of them don't give a crap about working. When you don't have anything to work for, you don't work hard. Since they don't work, guess who is left doing the job? I am viewed as the "young and strong" person, so why not let &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; do all of the work? For the first month I just let this happen, but I am learning that it can't be like that - it's exhausting and unfair. I need to stand up for myself and point out to my boss who is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doing their job. So I have been doing that - and what do you know, she respects me for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The countdown is on, and we're in the single digits! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days until we go to Missouri for Christmas! Maybe that's why I'm okay with working my butt off... an end is in sight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f71/taylorhinson/HEART.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 52px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-523707016518990722?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/523707016518990722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=523707016518990722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/523707016518990722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/523707016518990722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh-back-to-work-i-had-glorious-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6181088702839906107</id><published>2008-12-14T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:14:11.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time's A-Comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags: Wrapping paper. There's something about wrapping something and topping it with an ornament. LOVE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial?  Real! Ever since I was small my family had a tradition of going to a Christmas tree farm, toiling for hours over which tree would be the perfect one, and chopping it down.... BUT - Florida Christmas tree farms? Not so much... so husband &amp;amp; I head to Home Depot every year :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Right after Thanksgiving!! I don't have a set date, just whenever we can fit it in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? January 1. After New Years, I'm over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? I don't love it. Doesn't one cup of eggnog contain all of the calories one is supposed to consume in 1 day? Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? An&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oldschool &lt;/span&gt;35mm Minolta, when I was 14 or 15.. I named it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Oldschool&lt;/span&gt; and although digital photography has taken over the world, it will always have a special place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? MY DAD! Seriously... he has everything, and if he wants something he gets it- so he doesn't need anything! ugh! SOCKS AND UNDERWEAR FOR HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? My Mom- because we're so similar, it's like buying for myself! Or any of my girls... Beth, Kate, Amanda, Jess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Sadly, no. I want one but they're so expensive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? You're kidding right? If I get an EMAIL Christmas card I will... I don't know. But I don't like it. MAIL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Oh, I don't know! Isn't that terrible? I don't ever remember a bad gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Babes in Toyland! Oldschool Drew Barrymore &amp;amp; Keanu Reeves... love it. A Christmas&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; MUST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Color Lights or white on the tree? White for me. All of my ornaments are colored, so I like white to tone down the crazy color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? Any classic Christmas hymn- can't get enough of 'em. OR Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer... it's a tie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? We alternate every other year... 2006: Missouri (my family!), 2007: Florida (Jay's family), 2008: Missouri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixon, Comet, Cupid, Donnor, Blitzen, &amp;amp; Rudolph? AM I RIGHT???? I am proud to report I used no Google. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas MORNING!! I'm all about tradition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Oh I don't know. NOTHING!! I'm one of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; those&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? I'm in love with Santa. I collect Santas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potato souffle, green bean casserole, apple pie... UGH! I've been starving myself in anticipation of all of the weight I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; gain during Christmas week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? A nice handbag, some new clothes- honestly I'm getting all I want by being with my family!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6181088702839906107?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6181088702839906107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6181088702839906107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6181088702839906107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6181088702839906107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-times-comin.html' title='Christmas Time&apos;s A-Comin&apos;'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-8265622413448679497</id><published>2008-12-12T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:23:50.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8A95gAek8ok"&gt;I wish this were true. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-8265622413448679497?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8265622413448679497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=8265622413448679497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8265622413448679497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8265622413448679497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-this-were-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-4324691619824490430</id><published>2008-12-10T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:40:58.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>krafting - with a k.</title><content type='html'>I have been a busy little beaver this morning! I began and completed my in-law's Christmas presents. The birdhouse is for my father-in-law (believe it or not, that's what he asked for), and the picture frame is for my mother-in-law (aka the hardest person to ever get anything for). &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/ST_-wH7BudI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-3GL13Dprh0/s200/PC100797.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278217391015311826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I only have one more person to shop for: Clara Poo. That will be fun :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-4324691619824490430?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4324691619824490430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=4324691619824490430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4324691619824490430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4324691619824490430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/krafting-with-k.html' title='krafting - with a k.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/ST_-wH7BudI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-3GL13Dprh0/s72-c/PC100797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-2560812243368353537</id><published>2008-12-09T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:35:46.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to get burnt out.</title><content type='html'>Thursday: 12:30-9&lt;div&gt;Friday: 12:30-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: 10:30-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: 12:30-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: 12:30-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-2560812243368353537?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2560812243368353537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=2560812243368353537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2560812243368353537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2560812243368353537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-starting-to-get-burnt-out.html' title='I&apos;m starting to get burnt out.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-2351513712540434139</id><published>2008-12-07T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:59:14.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like a little &lt;img src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:rUEDmZIyvEiBoM:http://www.coffeelab.com/coffee/coffee_roaster.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 127px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt; in my &lt;img src="http://www.coffee-mate.com/nirf/cm2/upload/E9920518-28D1-4C4B-8C5B-07915AE6C4A5/08CM_02_products_italsc_03.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously. It's amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is about to get pretty busy... Initially I had two days off this week, but my boss asked if I wanted more hours and I said "YES! YES! YES!" It's Christmas time, and I need some serious moo-lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gators won&lt;/span&gt;." -Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh&lt;/span&gt;." -Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17 days 'til we are in Missouri, reunited with parents &amp;amp; Kate! Seriously... it's all I think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-2351513712540434139?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2351513712540434139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=2351513712540434139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2351513712540434139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2351513712540434139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-like-little-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5038433127010438490</id><published>2008-12-04T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:25:17.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hey Erin the Newby, you're off the chain!" -words anyone would like to hear from their boss, no matter where they work... Right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hunching over the frier all day, it was so lovely to have Jason take me to the mall (or did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; take&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt; to the mall? Kicking and screaming!) so I could spend some of the money given to me for my birthday. I was able to find a sweater and two pairs of jeans (one of them being green!) and a couple of Christmas things for my &lt;a href="http://katepennell.blogspot.com"&gt;beebee sister&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am off of work! Maybe I will be able to get in some Christmas shopping... and maybe a snuggle from my niece! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5038433127010438490?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5038433127010438490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5038433127010438490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5038433127010438490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5038433127010438490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-erin-newby-youre-off-chain-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5700285478961477770</id><published>2008-12-01T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:50:17.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did there get to be such a horrible smell in my trash can? I just got back from taking Jason to work and my house was filled with the stench of a thousand rotting corpses. Was it like that when I left this morning and just didn't notice? Ugh. I am disgusted with myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working a lot lately. I really haven't been minding it since the paychecks started coming in. Funny how that works, right? What I can't stand is people who think it's okay to tease me for working in a deli. Of course I'm going to take it personally, it's my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOB&lt;/span&gt;. All I can really do (save pinching their little heads off) is shrug and say, "It's a job." I spent four months without a paycheck, and every day of those four months looking for a job! I finally got one, and although it's not glamorous (by any means), it provides a steady paycheck so I can help contribute in paying the bills. Is that difficult to understand? I get so frustrated with people sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next day off is Wednesday, and we're having my sister &amp;amp; her wonderful family over for dinner! I really miss them lately... I feel so disconnected from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only working from 2-6 today, and I had Jason promise me that after work we would go get one of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/images/2007-11/upside-down-christmas-tree.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just hope it doesn't look like that... har har. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.37signals.com/svn/images/the_end_small_2.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 454px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5700285478961477770?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5700285478961477770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5700285478961477770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5700285478961477770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5700285478961477770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-did-there-get-to-be-such-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-1646953407287441566</id><published>2008-11-28T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:43:36.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving was good. It was different - because I didn't see any member of my family - but it was a nice day spent with Jason's relatives. I had today off of work and was still feeling quite sick, but I was feeling the Christmas spirit and unpacked my tupperware bins filled with decorations, and got to work! Now all we need to do is buy a tree, but that will have to wait until my next day off. I've really been enjoying work, although it's very tough. The people are nice, and I'm able to do what I have to do, and leave it there. Plus I am getting toned arms. It won't be forever, but for right now: it's just what we need. An extra weekly paycheck to help pay the bills and purchase Christmas presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://jasonalba.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/bicep.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 221px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;- this is totally me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-1646953407287441566?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1646953407287441566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=1646953407287441566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1646953407287441566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1646953407287441566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-9122993041188207965</id><published>2008-11-21T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:41:24.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things-I-like-right-this-second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This felt blanket that Anni Swanson made me when I graduated high school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The warmth that comes from my computer sitting on my lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This crazy sci-fi show called Sanctuary- absolutely ridiculous but my partially functioning brain is appreciating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not working on Sunday &amp;amp; Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband- he has been such a trooper while I try to get into a new schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new job - as exhausting and hard as it is,  it's a God send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Introducing some of my family's Thanksgiving traditions (recipes, etc) to Jason's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, I think that's it. We went to see a movie tonight - "Role Model" - It wasn't amazing. It reminded me of how jaw-droppingly hilarious movies like Superbad and Oldschool really are. And yes, I know "jaw-droppingly" isn't an actual word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/102708/shave-that-unibrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 261px;" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/102708/shave-that-unibrow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-9122993041188207965?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/9122993041188207965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=9122993041188207965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/9122993041188207965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/9122993041188207965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-like-right-this-second-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-1622724916005886987</id><published>2008-11-18T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:20:04.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birfdai</title><content type='html'>I love birthdays. Mine was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;. I got lots of nice goodies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shoptasteofhome.richfx.com.edgesuite.net/image/media/38149_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://shoptasteofhome.richfx.com.edgesuite.net/image/media/38149_md.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks,  Granny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yankeecandle.com/yc/images/retail/120/1121616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.yankeecandle.com/yc/images/retail/120/1121616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks bewb!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/418Nzje0spL._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/418Nzje0spL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks, Granny!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.giftcertificates.com/content/images/333.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.giftcertificates.com/content/images/333.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks, PARENTZZZZZZZ!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. I'm done. Ha! Aside from the loot, I had a great day with Beth and Clara- and on Sunday (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the boys got back from their retreat&lt;/span&gt;) my Grandparents hosted a birthday party! It was so sweet and wonderful. Pictures are on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plans for today&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to get my act together for dinners! My poor husband has been suffering food-wise since I've been working... I work late, and am now creating a structured (and easy!) menu for Jason while I work late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry? I don't even know where to start.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work from 12:30-9pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/070603/the-end-of-the-last-album.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/070603/the-end-of-the-last-album.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-1622724916005886987?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1622724916005886987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=1622724916005886987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1622724916005886987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1622724916005886987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/birfdai.html' title='birfdai'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3074199226442166481</id><published>2008-11-15T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:23:56.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note: Disregard previous post. I'm too lazy to delete it :o) My birthday is going swimmingly- am currently at Beth's, smelling the delightful cake (of the birthday persuasion) that she is making me... while Clara is sleeping. Jason's out of town for the day- I thought it would be a drag, but I am loving our girl's day! We lunched on lobster pot pie in a small bistro-type place and shopped 'til Clara dropped, and now we are relaxing until TACO DINNER and TALENT SHOW with the gals of the CMA! That was a long sentence, but I don't care... it's my BIRTHDAY, get over yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://boothany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://superdeluxe.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/happybir.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 638px; height: 700px;" src="http://superdeluxe.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/happybir.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3074199226442166481?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3074199226442166481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3074199226442166481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3074199226442166481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3074199226442166481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-disregard-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-495128517450434824</id><published>2008-11-15T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:36:26.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome birthday so far. I hope it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCqekdtU2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6PAtJJ5Q8k/s200/sad_emoticon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCqekdtU2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6PAtJJ5Q8k/s200/sad_emoticon.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-495128517450434824?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/495128517450434824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=495128517450434824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/495128517450434824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/495128517450434824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/awesome-birthday-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCqekdtU2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6PAtJJ5Q8k/s72-c/sad_emoticon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-1139020157737450588</id><published>2008-11-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:46:18.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I promised my Mom that I wouldn't blog about her sex life. Honestly, what else is there? Hmmm. Well- just grasping as loose straws here, but- I started my new job! Today was my second day, and at the end of every day (thus far) I come home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; unable to move. I decided to document it, because I am just that lame:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SRzw44TvOYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s_t9LKYOzTA/s1600-h/blurg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SRzw44TvOYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s_t9LKYOzTA/s320/blurg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268350524095150466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this weekend! Happy birthday to MEEEEEEEE! I turn 23 on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-1139020157737450588?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1139020157737450588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=1139020157737450588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1139020157737450588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/1139020157737450588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-promised-my-mom-that-i-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SRzw44TvOYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s_t9LKYOzTA/s72-c/blurg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5705869205146251313</id><published>2008-11-12T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:06:24.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my first day of work! I am so nervous....!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oldtimemeatanddeli.com/images/deli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.oldtimemeatanddeli.com/images/deli.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5705869205146251313?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5705869205146251313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5705869205146251313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5705869205146251313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5705869205146251313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-my-first-day-of-work-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6335664153601453251</id><published>2008-11-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:12:48.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections?</title><content type='html'>This morning Jay &amp;amp; I decided to not go to church, and slept in until 10:00. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabulous.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes you just need a day to relax, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya see&lt;/span&gt;? Poor Jason worked until 8:00 last night and I couldn't refuse his plea's to sleep in this morning. I had a rather hectic day yesterday too, so maybe that weakened my strength which usually enables me to refuse his backsliding ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in six days. It's going to be kind-of a different birthday than I'm used to, because our church's men's retreat will be going on, and my hubby will be gone. While I'm excited to have a girl's weekend, I can't help but be disappointed to have my best friend gone for my birthday. Plus I'm getting my new work schedule so I might even have to work the whole day- ugh. He's been asking me what I want for my birthday from him and without hesitation I said, "Whatever amount of money you were going to spend on me, just give it to me so I can buy clothes!" The clothes hanging in my closet were fashionable 2 years ago. I haven't been shopping for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clothes in that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason &amp;amp; I were talking about our "best years" in life so far, and I dubbed this past year "The Great Disappointment." Not to be a drama queen, or not to say it was a horrible year because some good things did happen too. But when I think about it I only remember the bad things (which is probably a personal problem). It's just I lost the job I thought I would have forever, and it's been difficult to find another one- which made finances super tight, and stress between my husband and I... it's definitely been a year of growth. I just (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right this second&lt;/span&gt;) wondered to myself if I would have changed anything if given the chance... and I don't think I would. It's probably been the hardest year of my life, but "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." You can now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;throw up&lt;/span&gt; from the cheesy quote, but it's true! The changes in my life kind of made me sit back and take a look at how things are, and what personal changes needed to be made. I'm a stubborn girl, and at times quite oblivious and can honestly say I wouldn't have noticed those things if these "bad" things wouldn't have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Time to make breakfast (now that it's noon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6335664153601453251?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6335664153601453251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6335664153601453251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6335664153601453251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6335664153601453251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections.html' title='reflections?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-578225231841056092</id><published>2008-11-06T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:47:04.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod Podge &amp; A New President</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe I won't be blogging about our new president just yet... the subject still makes my chest tighten up and all airways tense. Maybe someday I will be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mod Podge... now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is a stress-free topic! While crafting the things I'll be giving as Christmas presents I have really been noticing my inner perfectionist- a trait I did not know I had. I would feel like a moron giving crappy gifts for Christmas, so I want everything I make to look like it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be bought from a store. I am happy/excited/anxious to report that I have finished my major crafts (aka anything that involves painting) earlier today! I would post pictures, but that would be pointless as most of the people who read this are the recipients to the aforementioned goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's Thursday, but Dwight thinks it's Friday so keep that going." I love Thursdays. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/the-office-dwight-schrute-709079_1280_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 1280px; height: 1024px;" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/the-office-dwight-schrute-709079_1280_1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-578225231841056092?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/578225231841056092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=578225231841056092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/578225231841056092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/578225231841056092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/mod-podge-new-president.html' title='Mod Podge &amp; A New President'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-7413390362423572447</id><published>2008-11-04T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:05:44.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting</title><content type='html'>What a privilege, right? Jason &amp;amp; I went to vote first thing this morning, and although I was able to vote in the 2004 election I feel like this election was the first time I felt the true weight of my actions. It's probably because this particular election is so controversial- with obvious good/evil undertones.&lt;br /&gt;After voting we went by our local hole-in-the-wall donut shop (so good you know they're laced with crack) and while we were paying for our half dozen box of deliciousness the owner of the shop commented on our "I Voted" stickers, saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow I've seen a lot of those&lt;/span&gt;." There was another lady standing in line who shook her head in disgust and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know who I'm voting for? Nobody. Ain't nobody gonna get my vote&lt;/span&gt;." The donut shop owner concurred- probably just to be nice, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you kidding me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do the words "Civic Duty" mean anything to you, lady? After I placed my ballot in that funny machine I passed by the ladies who were handing out the "I Voted" stickers, and they were talking to each other and didn't notice that I needed one, so I tapped one on the shoulder and kindly asked for a sticker. The volunteer said, "Of course! You need one, it's your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;civic duty&lt;/span&gt; to show that you voted." I googled that term- just to get an official description, and this quote came up on Dictionary.com:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The social force that binds you to the courses of action demanded by that force; 'We must instill a sense of duty in our children'; 'every right implies a responsibility; every opportunity, an obligation; every possession, a duty.&lt;/span&gt;'"- John D.Rockefeller Jr&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine an American citizen looking at the history of our country- how many people have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fought and died&lt;/span&gt; for the right to vote, and then saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ain't nobody gonna get my vote&lt;/span&gt;." It makes my skin crawl to think of people not realizing how important this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-7413390362423572447?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7413390362423572447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=7413390362423572447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7413390362423572447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7413390362423572447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting.html' title='Voting'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6940127393852993290</id><published>2008-11-03T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:54:17.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh43/stuffyssweets/vote-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 316px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh43/stuffyssweets/vote-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so excited/anxious to vote tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6940127393852993290?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6940127393852993290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6940127393852993290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6940127393852993290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6940127393852993290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-excitedanxious-to-vote-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6702638792419066402</id><published>2008-10-29T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:44:10.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fergie Ferg, and me love you long time</title><content type='html'>Well, friggers, welcome me to the world of employment - a land I have not seen since July 31&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;st&lt;/span&gt;! And just in the nick of time, too. I have not been motivated to do anything lately - besides all of the laundry that I DIDN'T do last week. Who can blog about that?&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Bloggy-Poo, I have too many tank tops. Love, Reen."&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break. I'm anxious to start working, even if it is frying chicken and slicing salami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my iPod in it's iHome, and as it's shuffling through the songs I'm growing more and more ashamed of myself. Fergie? Taylor Swift? And now Rhianna. You're not helping my case, Rhianna! I can only imagine who will play next. Backstreet Boys? Enough dirty laundry aired. Can someone help me out of this hole I've dug myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is Halloween! I love this holiday as long as it's kept clean. Keep the ghouls and goblins off of my doorstep, please! Our church is doing an outreach, and I finally get to wear a janitor suit I've had hanging in my closet for four years. It will go perfectly with my Groucho Marx glasses/nose/moustache get-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish taping off this next Christmas project in anticipation of my husband's return from work. I informed him that we'll be taking a stroll tonight with our dog and guess what? He didn't refuse!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a beautiful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff71/thewall1/groucho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 183px;" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff71/thewall1/groucho.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the next artist played was The Shins. I'm not a lost cause after all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6702638792419066402?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6702638792419066402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6702638792419066402' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6702638792419066402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6702638792419066402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-fergie-ferg-and-me-love-you-long.html' title='I&apos;m Fergie Ferg, and me love you long time'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-7388665356204247044</id><published>2008-10-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:00:19.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>delicatessen extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Does that make it sound more glamorous? I went in this morning to interview officially for the job and  I had to talk about my past experience in food service, and said it was for a Christian organization. Isn't it funny when you mention anything about being a Christian whoever you're talking to starts talking about God and church, and prayer... etc.  The deli manager spent five minutes in the interview and told the store manager, "I like her. She's strong. She's a Christian, and heaven knows we need one of those around here! My answer is yes!" To be honest I'm excited for a change- heck, I'm excited for a JOB!   It won't be so bad - I keep telling myself: as long as it gets me to St. Louis for Christmas I will be a happy girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SQXvmc6nLoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w2K6fKg_YIU/s1600-h/deli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SQXvmc6nLoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w2K6fKg_YIU/s320/deli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261875183528390274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-7388665356204247044?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7388665356204247044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=7388665356204247044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7388665356204247044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7388665356204247044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/delicatessen-extraordinaire.html' title='delicatessen extraordinaire'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SQXvmc6nLoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w2K6fKg_YIU/s72-c/deli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-452072411294893720</id><published>2008-10-26T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:37:58.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.</title><content type='html'>In my desperation for a job and extreme need for money I started applying at places that wouldn't necessarily be the ideal place to work. Grocery stores, Walgreens, CVS, etc. Well one of those grocery stores just called and said they need help in their deli department and asked me to come in for an interview tomorrow. I enthusiastically said "Yes, thank you!" but inside I'm saying, "What?! No! Say no! Why did you say yes?" Bottom line, money is tight. I need to work for whoever will hire me- I guess I was just hoping it would be a better job than in the deli department at the local grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-452072411294893720?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/452072411294893720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=452072411294893720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/452072411294893720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/452072411294893720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay.html' title='Okay.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-4151811697122140040</id><published>2008-10-22T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:36:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other night I was wanting to make something special for Jason's "Monday Night Football." The man loves football and I love making game day food, and found this recipe on BHG.com- it turned out being a wonderful "splurge" food. I wouldn't recommend making these every day but these are great for every once-in-a-blue-moon! The colored italics are my personal changes to the recipe- it was a last-minute recipe so I was only able to work with what I had on hand, so some of the things I omitted would have been nice to have in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesy Potato Skins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;                medium baking potatoes (2 pounds)   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1/4&lt;/strong&gt;  cup              margarine or butter, melted&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (gross- way too much. I used 2 tablespoons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2/3&lt;/strong&gt;  cup              finely chopped red or green sweet pepper&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(didn't have it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;                medium onion, chopped (1/2 cup)   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1/4&lt;/strong&gt;  cup              coarsely chopped pecans &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(again, didn't have it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;                cloves garlic, minced &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(I used 3 cloves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;  tablespoon              olive oil or cooking oil &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(Omitted- there's enough butter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;  cup              shredded &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/recipes/glossaryDisplay.jsp?item=/templatedata/bhg/recipeGlossary/data/1169156980868.xml"&gt;process&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/recipes/glossaryDisplay.jsp?item=/templatedata/bhg/recipeGlossary/data/1168380018914.xml"&gt;Gruyere cheese&lt;/a&gt; or shredded &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/recipes/glossaryDisplay.jsp?item=/templatedata/bhg/recipeGlossary/data/1168283672389.xml"&gt;cheddar cheese&lt;/a&gt; (4 ounces)   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(I used 1/2 cup 4-cheese blend -what I had- and topped with Parmesan cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;                slices bacon, crisp-cooked, drained, and crumbled&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;  tablespoons              snipped fresh chives   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(Sadly omitted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For potato skins, prick baking potatoes with a fork. Bake in a 425 degree F oven for 40 to 50 minutes or until tender. Cut into quarters. Scoop out the insides (reserve for another use), leaving 1/4-inch-thick shells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meanwhile, for topping, in a medium saucepan cook the red or green sweet pepper, onion, pecans, and garlic in butter until onion is tender but not brown. Remove saucepan from heat and cool slightly. Stir in the cheese, crumbled bacon, and chives. Spoon onto potato skins. Return to oven and bake about 5-10 minutes more or until cheese melts. Sprinkle finished product with kosher salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. Not a health food, but a DELIGHTFUL treat and your husband will love it. We dipped ours in ranch dressing and of course Jason topped his with hot sauce (the man is obsessed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SP_e6tnhIFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BOXarcGA3oo/s1600-h/PA200492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SP_e6tnhIFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BOXarcGA3oo/s320/PA200492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260167990051151954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what I ended up with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-4151811697122140040?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4151811697122140040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=4151811697122140040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4151811697122140040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/4151811697122140040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/recipe.html' title='Recipe'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SP_e6tnhIFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BOXarcGA3oo/s72-c/PA200492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5086326427819753333</id><published>2008-10-21T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:59:51.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SP3pPgcMx3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jXl1xrcvUro/s1600-h/PA200495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SP3pPgcMx3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jXl1xrcvUro/s320/PA200495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259616392454129522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not just the food I ate this morning, although who can go wrong with a hard boiled egg and drinking coffee out of a Gator's mug? No, what I'm referring to is something else I've chewed on this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;"But you, dear friends, build yourselves up in your most holy faith and pray in the Holy Spirit. Keep yourselves in God's love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life." (Jude 20-21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately Jason &amp;amp; I have been doing daily devotions from My Utmost for His Highest, and here is an excerpt from this morning's volume:&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It does require the supernatural grace of God to live twenty-four hours of every da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y as a saint, going through drudgery, and living an ordinary, unnoticed and ignored existence as a disciple of Jesus. It is ingrained in us that we have to do exceptional things for God- but we do not. We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things of life, and holy on the ordinary streets, among ordinary people - and this is not learned in five minutes.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't been working my life's priorities have undergone a massive make-over. Instead of being kept busy with work and the responsibilities that go along with it I've been forced to sit back and realize the ministry I have at home, to my husband and my neighbors. Drab as it might sound (and a difficult transition to make, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe me&lt;/span&gt;), it is where God has me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee336/BrittanyLeighSmith/autumn_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee336/BrittanyLeighSmith/autumn_16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't this gorgeous?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's such a nice breeze outside, I'm itching to take my dog for a long walk! I'll imagine the green trees look like this, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5086326427819753333?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5086326427819753333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5086326427819753333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5086326427819753333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5086326427819753333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SP3pPgcMx3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jXl1xrcvUro/s72-c/PA200495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5933110823902156527</id><published>2008-10-20T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:12:53.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;5 Joys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) My husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3) A good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4) Cooking/eating good food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5) My LORD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;5 Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) I'm only going to list one: listing five of my fears online and having someone come after me to inflict each one on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;5 Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) Can I list my husband again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) The internet- more specifically this blog. I'm always thinking on what I'll blog about next- which is shameful because my blogs aren't even that interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3) Job hunting. Is there a job out there, honestly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4) Baking. I love it, I can't get enough of it and I always want to learn more about the art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5) Iced coffee: a life saver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;5 Surprising Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) When people talk, I count the syllables of their words by tapping my fingers, and the last word always has to end with my thumb. Maybe this should be listed under "Obsessions."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) I played basketball in the fifth grade (and it was fun). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3) I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Monday night football (ugh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4) My favorite job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; was working in the CEF kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5) I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Star Trek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now you know everything about me that's worth knowing- well, almost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5933110823902156527?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5933110823902156527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5933110823902156527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5933110823902156527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5933110823902156527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-joys-1-my-husband-2-my-family-3-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-5914200890736785267</id><published>2008-10-20T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:28:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/I-Love-Lucy-Poster-Card-C10204698.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/I-Love-Lucy-Poster-Card-C10204698.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This Monday morning is exactly how I like it: 1 cup of coffee, 1 slice of toast with peanut butter &amp;amp; honey, and I Love Lucy. I literally cannot get enough of Lucille Ball. She is such a classic entertainer and I hate to be cheesy but I do seriously love me some Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite quote from this weekend: "Vegan. That's like a lesbian, right?" -Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a phone interview today. It makes me so nervous to know that I'm competing with other people for a job. I'm not a competitive person, and knowing that I need to "Sell" myself pushes &amp;amp; pulls me in a way that I'm not used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v362/213/44/559830573/n559830573_4581121_5278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v362/213/44/559830573/n559830573_4581121_5278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v362/213/44/559830573/n559830573_4581364_5262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v362/213/44/559830573/n559830573_4581364_5262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tell me, don't we make a handsome couple?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-5914200890736785267?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5914200890736785267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=5914200890736785267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5914200890736785267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/5914200890736785267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-monday-morning-is-exactly-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6452438024285574515</id><published>2008-10-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:49:42.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Saturday has been ridiculously UN-glamorous. I will not go into the gory details but it involved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dead squirrel in my (outdoor) trash can that I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT (thanks, honey)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Searching my back yard for dog poop to add to the fill-dirt for the holes my dog has dug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(My dog digs holes in my back yard, but I was told if you fill the holes with dirt &amp;amp; a little bit of their poo they won't dig anymore. Gross, but thank the Lord for work gloves and SHOVELS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mowed my lawn, sprayed off my deck and cleaned out my garage, so Jay will be delightfully surprised when he comes home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big pot of chili is going to be for dinner, recipe courtesy of my darling &lt;a href="http://boothany.blogspot.com"&gt;Bethy&lt;/a&gt;. Hopefully tonight will be filled with lots of relaxation and maybe a movie or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x109/mariecrs2007/Fall_by_puddlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x109/mariecrs2007/Fall_by_puddlz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6452438024285574515?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6452438024285574515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6452438024285574515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6452438024285574515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6452438024285574515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-saturday-has-been-ridiculously-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-6774813624998299001</id><published>2008-10-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:29:51.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny tops &amp; soda pops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f108/daringdancer/flowers-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 240px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f108/daringdancer/flowers-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary to my in-laws. Thanks for giving me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPjIzsd_htI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6WSjXuTDdfc/s1600-h/PA170468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPjIzsd_htI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6WSjXuTDdfc/s320/PA170468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173355390895826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't put my picture on the internet! I don't want to be stalked by the crazies."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;What a goofy guy. Actually, that's a complete lie. He was genuinely aggravated with me trying to take his picture.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm young and silly and you knew that when you married me."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm old and grouchy and you knew that when you married me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like one of the local banks I applied for gave me an "Opposite Day" on Tuesday, emailing me &amp;amp; letting me know the position I applied for had been taken. I just got a phone call from them scheduling a phone interview for Monday. One step closer to getting a job! This particular job would be a great one because the bank is 1 minute's drive from my house and it's only a part time position (which is all I really need).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to my Dad on Skype and that makes me happy! I hate being so far away from my parents &amp;amp; baby sis. Skype makes it easier.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am going to end on that note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-6774813624998299001?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6774813624998299001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=6774813624998299001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6774813624998299001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/6774813624998299001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/shiny-tops-soda-pops.html' title='Shiny tops &amp; soda pops.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPjIzsd_htI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6WSjXuTDdfc/s72-c/PA170468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-8146511914240612022</id><published>2008-10-16T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:12:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always looking for new cookie recipes to make, because I like to make a bunch and keep them in my freezer to send with my husband to work everyday. Last week my Mom bought me this cookbook and I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPdWGKoB-HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eT3mY_DTayM/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPdWGKoB-HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eT3mY_DTayM/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257765753909803122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I made this recipe, and they are gooey, delicious and perfect if you like a combination of salty and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla Salted Peanut Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup shortening&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter        &lt;br /&gt;2 cups brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t. baking soda   &lt;br /&gt;1/4 t. salt                 &lt;br /&gt;2 eggs                       &lt;br /&gt;1 T. vanilla               &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups flour       &lt;br /&gt;2 cups rolled oats    &lt;br /&gt;1 cup dry-roasted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup flaked coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees. In a large mixing bowl beat shortening &amp;amp; softened butter with an electric mixer on medium speed for 30 seconds. Add brown sugar, baking soda and salt. Beat until combined, scraping sides of bowl occasionally. Beat in eggs and vanilla until combined. Beat in flour. Stir in oats, peanuts, chocolate chips and coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Drop dough by rounded teaspoons 2 inches apart onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 9 minutes or until edges are lightly browned. Yield: 60 cookies.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here's what mine look like&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPdV9tx2MlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OjecFlyINhY/s1600-h/Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPdV9tx2MlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OjecFlyINhY/s320/Cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257765608727392850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-8146511914240612022?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8146511914240612022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=8146511914240612022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8146511914240612022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/8146511914240612022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-always-looking-for-new-cookie.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPdWGKoB-HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eT3mY_DTayM/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-2638896813721962426</id><published>2008-10-15T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:13:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ain true love.</title><content type='html'>At this time every year, I have a love affair with with fall. The sights, the smells, the whole package. My house is filled with the scent of pumpkin spice and tomato soup, I find myself turning the temperature a little cooler just so I can wear sweatpants and cuddle up in a sweatshirt with a book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is nothing bad about fall!&lt;/span&gt; It's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPYZ1VZbEeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mExM054_yN4/s1600-h/PA140498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPYZ1VZbEeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mExM054_yN4/s320/PA140498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257418019069170146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dining room table&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPYfXNpV-CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kHNLXddJhKw/s1600-h/PA140499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPYfXNpV-CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kHNLXddJhKw/s320/PA140499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257424098662152226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my front door&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holy frustration. I haven't had a job since August. I have applied for literally every job available in the area and I just got an email from the final place I was waiting on letting me know "Thanks, but no thanks. The position has been filled." The discouragement of not finding a job is setting in and I feel myself slowly giving up. In the two &amp;amp; a half years I've been married I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; maintained a full-time job. Not being able to contribute to my small family's every day financial needs is frustrating. I do enjoy being home, though, because I have the opportunity to HOUSEMAKE- something I was too busy to do before .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason &amp;amp; I have been having some serious spiritual discussions lately. For the past two years we've focused on US- our relationship, and we haven't really put our sole focus on/really talked about God. Not to say that we've not been doing our devotions, etc., it's just that we haven't-and personally I haven't - been seeking God out in a way that we should have been. Isn't it so easy to lose track of what's really important? I'm so thankful that Jason is opening up and talking about it because I know he's been thinking these things for a long time and I am glad he is voicing his thoughts.  At 29 years old he is just now asking questions and genuinely wants to understand more instead of just "I'm a Christian and that's it." Sunday on the way to church he was asking questions like, "Do murderers go to heaven?" and "Why are there bad Christians?"  It wasn't that he was asking me questions and I was coming up with the answers- it was more of a discussion, but at the same time I was thinking to myself, "The answers to these are so easy. How can he think like this?" Simply because I grew up answering these questions, and figured he knew the answers as well as I did. Things have been hard for us lately, and when it all boils down to it- it's just us and God. I know it sounds crazy but I'm thankful that it's been hard because it reminds me that life is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; and not always a piece of cake- and that we need to rely on God in everything. We're right in the middle of our quest to figure things out and what better way to do it than together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-2638896813721962426?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2638896813721962426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=2638896813721962426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2638896813721962426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/2638896813721962426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ain-true-love.html' title='My ain true love.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPYZ1VZbEeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mExM054_yN4/s72-c/PA140498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-7293910086078788412</id><published>2008-10-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:46:26.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, that was so real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/nodoubtfan1516/online%20pix/ipod-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/nodoubtfan1516/online%20pix/ipod-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second blog in twenty minutes - impressed? Yeah yeah. I'm trying my darndest to figure out this format. Lauren: I have a million questions for you, just wait until tomorrow morning- I will "pepper" you with them. For now, I give up- and am hitting the freakin' hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-7293910086078788412?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7293910086078788412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=7293910086078788412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7293910086078788412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/7293910086078788412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-that-was-so-real.html' title='Oh, that was so real.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303172149407075132.post-3081680100622945101</id><published>2008-10-14T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:01:49.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen...</title><content type='html'>From someone with a moustache (who shouldn't have a moustache) that Lauren stalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Book(s)&lt;/strong&gt;: I am kind of in between books. I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; by Katherine Marshall, and am now moving onto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Mike&lt;/span&gt; by Benedict and Nancy Freedman (I had to cheat and run to check the author on that last one...). My mother gave it to me and has asked me every day for a week, "Have you started reading it yet?" No, Mom. Not yet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Playlist&lt;/strong&gt;: I am playing my iHome right now (trying to have the TV OFF instead of PERPETUALLY ON). The last song was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice to Know You&lt;/span&gt;" by Incubus, and now we're onto "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend of a Friend&lt;/span&gt;" by Foo Fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Real World/Road Rules Challenge&lt;/span&gt;... the latest season of it. Each season I say, "That's trash, I'm never watching it again!" But each season I get sucked in... Shame-inducing is certainly the right term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Color&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm loving robin's egg blue lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Fetish&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, this could be anything. I suppose I have to choose just one thing. I'm fascinated with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love Lucy&lt;/span&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Drink&lt;/strong&gt;: Iced coffee! A life saver when 5:00pm comes along and I am exhausted (from doing what?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Food&lt;/strong&gt;: I am not currently eating anything, so am I allowed to list what type of food I'd-LOVE-to-be-eating-right-&lt;wbr&gt;now-but-won't-let-myself-eat? The answer is automatically "Yes." GREASY CHINESE FOOD. Yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Favorite Show:&lt;/strong&gt; The shows I refuse to miss (thanks to DVR): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Reservations&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barefoot Contessa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;: I would love a Dutch Oven for my birthday (I put a picture of one on my fridge, as a gentle reminder for my husband as an idea for my birthday next month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Needs&lt;/strong&gt;: A job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Triumphs&lt;/strong&gt;: I've been sitting here for five minutes trying to think of one- I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Bane(s) of my Existence&lt;/strong&gt;: Jason attempting to sing along to the current song on my playlist ("Larger Than Life" by the Backstreet Boys. Don't judge me, sometimes you need to reminisce).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Celebrity Crush&lt;/strong&gt;: More like perpetual celebrity crush... Leonardo DiCaprio! He gets finer with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Indulgence&lt;/strong&gt;: Aforementioned Backstreet Boys song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current #1 Blessing&lt;/strong&gt;: Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Slang or Saying&lt;/strong&gt;: "Blurg." One word, many meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Outfit&lt;/strong&gt;: Lime green running shorts (black underwear. overshare?), bright green cami. Sleep attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Excitement&lt;/strong&gt;: Phone interview tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Current Link&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.craigslist.com" target="_blank"&gt;This never works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303172149407075132-3081680100622945101?l=eringooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3081680100622945101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303172149407075132&amp;postID=3081680100622945101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3081680100622945101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303172149407075132/posts/default/3081680100622945101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolen.html' title='Stolen...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402845087617872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wyylIlOwHI/SPXr3dXWfMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/84GoO2j9zpA/S220/honeymoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
