What's Better Than Pants, Made of Fleece?

Nothing, that's what. They are divine. Pure Ambrosia.



On an unrelated note, I guess several thousand people are reading this blog every day, because when Heidi and I decided to meet at the Museum Center, everyone else was already there. Seriously, the parking lot was filled and there was actually a line to get into the lot. Also, I opted out of going to the Freedom Center today, because I suspected it would be just as packed with people. I'm glad that so many people were out, but I don't want to actually be in the same space with them.



The new season of 24 has started and I really enjoyed last night's 2-hour premiere. I dropped out after season 2 because I thought things were getting a little hokey, but with the encouragement of Bri and Rob, I've decided to get back in the game.



My dad and I went to a woodworking show over the weekend, and I got a bunch of new jigs and clamps and stuff to work on my projects. Also, we went to Sam's Club and they had my Adobe PhotoShop software that I was supposed to get for Christmas, so I have that now (yay!) and I just have to get around to installing it. So basically, I have even more things and more projects to not finish. Heh.



Reading this indicates that I'm pretty boring right now, but I'm OK with that. Stay tuned, because I really am planning to add some new features to the blog, one of which is my new column entitled "Love, Erin". Good times for all.

Cat. Box. Panties.

...some jokes write themselves.

A Not-Really Haiku


I need LOTS of opinions here.

My upstairs ARMY boyz make a LOT of noize.

Jumping up and down on the hardwood floor.

They jump like that when they are watching sports.

I don't like having to ask them to jump less.

But tonight, it was like they were going to shatter my ceiling fan, or worse.

They have a thin rug, but it doesn't help.

I plan to get a carpet pad and carpet for them.

I thought about asking them to move the jumping to the basement.

I don't want to be unreasonable - they are 20-year-olds, after all.

I just want to stop the ceiling shaking and thunderous sounds from above.


Please help.

Here's your upgrade.

Please comment.

Next Monday is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, and my company is gracious enough to honor that holiday. I'm actually not being snarky when I write that. The last company I worked for only honored 6 holidays, and because we closed our books on the 5th of every month, I usually ended up working at least one of those holidays (Independence Day) every year. So, I really am grateful for the holidays I do have.

I'm thinking of doing 2 things on MLK Day: visiting the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center (or, as Al Roker called it, "the Slavery Museum" -- way to go, Al); and going to the Omnimax for the Hurricane on the Bayou show. I was a little torn about going to see the show, for a lot of different reasons, but I've decided that I'm going to go.

If you'd like to join me for either of these activities, I'd love some company!

I was pretty blessed in my childhood. My parents worked hard and sacrificed (a LOT!) so that my brother and I could have everything we needed and most of the things we wanted. One thing I always wanted but wasn't allowed to have was an Ant Farm. It wasn't that my parents didn't want to spend the money, it was that my mom was strongly opposed to the idea of the Ant Farm. No matter what I tried, I could not convince her. She always thought that the ants would get loose in the house. I was an intrepid little kid, though, and not being allowed to have an Ant Farm wasn't going to stop me from having an Ant Farm. Of course, I lacked the resources one might need to construct a proper Ant Farm, so I had to rely on my own ingenuity. Which led to me collecting Tic Tac boxes and filling them with dirt to create the perfect ant environment. And of course, to get the ants, I had to catch the ants. Which ended up being most of the fun.

Being a kid meant that I didn't actually think about the fact that, once the ants were in there without food or water, they would die. So, I didn't have a lot of success with my mini-Ant Farms.

What did you want as a kid that you weren't allowed to have? What did you come up with instead?

I know you've all been impressed with how badly I've actually been able to jack up this blog, and you should be. I can't begin to figure out how to do what I want. So, while I keep working on that, here's a site that's very "green" - Recycle This? - the author's goal seems to be finding ways to reuse/recycle all kinds of everyday objects. Perhaps you can help her by leaving a suggestion. Or perhaps you can find a suggestion you can use. :)