tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22265255104815317852011-08-08T20:16:56.037+12:00The random musings...Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14116169958358335679noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226525510481531785.post-90748438207867507632011-06-25T16:56:00.000+12:002011-06-25T16:56:57.472+12:00

First of all, I would like to state something, for the record and for all to know:I BLOODY FRACKIN' LOVE MY SEWING MACHINE!!!!!(Just in case anyone was wondering)Now that wedded bliss has set in and I'm no longer "Crazy Lady Trying to Plan Two Weddings," I have a lot of time on my hands!  Here's a bit of what I've been up to lately. ZOMBIES!!! Everyone can use a tiny little piece of the undead

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I am now a (quite thoroughly!) married woman!  Yup, two of everything for me (well, almost everything).  Two rehearsal dinners, two ceremonies, two receptions.  I'm American.  I do things big.  What can I say?  I only had one dress (which I got to wear twice.  Who does that?  ME!) and one cake (baked and decorated by my very own Grandma!).  So here's the story in pictures: Saturday, March 5th,

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I have a new addiction.So there I was, looking in a book store for a birthday present for my dear friend Esme.  I found myself in the crafting aisle, and this book caught my eye: I thought, "Hey, I could do that!" (For the record, this book did not completely distract me from my original purpose of shopping, and Esme did in fact get a present.  No, it was not a soft toy.  That will be for

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I haven't moved house in three years. This is the longest stretch of time I've spent in the same place since I was in high school. As I started boxing up things today, I got a bit nostalgic. Three years! This was the first home Bob and I shared together. I've had three birthdays and one Christmas here. Bob hid the engagement ring from me in this house before proposing. We've had an ever changing

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So it's been a while. I've had writer's block, I guess. Or maybe it's that I haven't had anything interesting to say. I just had a good little Facebook messenger chat with my lovely friend Colleen. Colleen remembers me when I was a crazy scary angry hippy in high school, and still loves me. Now she is going to design the flowers for my wedding! I love Colleen! She reminded me that sometimes I am

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It's been a tough day emotionally. My heart goes out to several families who have had some devastating blows. Confidentiality prohibits me from saying much. After nearly four years in the Heart Clinic, I've watched some of these kids grow up from birth. As a fellow human being, I can't help but to feel emotion when I see and hear some of what goes on every day. Why? Why didn't their hearts

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So I've recently realized that I've turned into a bit of a bitch. My head has grown disproportionately to my body and I think I'm extra special. Time to come back down to earth! It's spring, and I'm doing a bit of spring cleaning. My ego needs a bit of a huck out. I look around and see that the trees are sprouting leaves, the flowers are blooming, and the spring lambs are springing. It

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So I'm engaged. I love it! It feels like falling in love with Bob all over again, with the bonus of knowing what I'm getting into. Falling in love has its pitfalls and is often tinged with a bit of trepidation, but engagement...well, it just ROCKS! I know Bob and I will have a happy married life because let's face it, we're practically married already. I know Bob's the one for me for many

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I cried today. It's been a long time.I was chatting on Facebook messenger with my dear friend Kerri. We were reminiscing about old times in college and she reminded me of something I had long forgotten.Like many of my friends, Kerri has a special sense of humor. I seem to find people just as weird and random as myself. How, I'm not sure, but I am forever astounded that there are other people on

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If you like reading my ramblings, please click on the "Follow This Blog" button and follow me.Also, if you have your own blog, I would like to know about it so I can follow you too!Thanks!

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Life is full of questions, worries and conundrums. We often get bogged down with the who, what, where, when and why worries. I don't know about you, but sometimes I just want to pack it all in and forget about life for a while. So, every summer, Bob and I head off to the perfect place...the Auckland Folk Festival! Accompainied by some very good friends, we are able to put life's big questions

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As I get older, I seem to become more interested in doing things myself. Maybe this is a kind of advanced independence. This desire to do things myself mainly comes to light in the kitchen. I adore making things from scratch...anything from pasta sauce to tortillas to desserts. I've always valued authenticity. So you can imagine how much fun I am having with my very own veggie garden! Bob and I

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I suppose I should have known what I was getting into when I decided to live with men. Bob's been out of town for the weekend, so I decided to clean up the computer room. Mind you, I've hinted, suggested and flat out told him to tidy up the room, and the answer has always been, "I'll get to it." And he never does. I know, I know...all I'm doing is teaching him that if he puts things off long

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A few of my favorite things:Fresh, line-dried cotton sheets.Singing the few Italian ariettas I learned in voice lessons at the top of my lungs in the shower or while vacuuming when no one is home.Catching the eyes of a babies and making silly faces until they smile at me.Being right.Finding old friends on Facebook.Cooking and baking things from scratch.Sharing my food with friends.Packing for

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It's been a bizarre weekend.My friend Amy is getting married and had her bachelorette party last night. It was at the house of one of her friends in South Auckland. Bob was out of town and wasn't able to play taxi driver for me as usual, so my friend Sarah and I set out on our own.The theme of the bachelorette party was Moulin Rouge, so we were all hussied up in low cut tops, lots of makeup, high

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I feel like I should blog more. I do love writing, but I find that often I can't think of things to say. Writing about work is a bit taboo because of confidentiality, which is hard for me because the nature of my work at the hospital is that of human drama. In what other job does one have to ask "Who died?" when returning from holiday? I so wish that I could use this outlet to process the

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It was a good day. Bob dropped me off at work, most of my patients turned up, I have a heap of paperwork to get through tomorrow, but hey, it was a good day. One of Bob's coworkers is leaving and they had after work drinkies, so I took the bus home. I walked throug Cornwall Park and saw that the little spring lambs I saw a few months ago are now nearly indiscernable from their parental

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My dear friend Kat sent me an invite to an application on Facebook for Alpha Phi Omega. Of course I added it. As I browsed through the application, I got all nostalgic. Nostalgia seems to be a theme for me these days.It's hard to believe that it was nearly 10 years ago that I stumbled upon that humble table set up in the campus center. I was a freshman coming to the end of my first semester

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It was a good weekend.On Friday night, I went to see Bob's band play a gig. It was his first gig since he hurt his knee in January and then had surgery in May. We were both excited for him to play again. I had a fantastic time cheering him on and singing along to the songs. I love watching Bob play his drums.Then on Saturday, I met up with Katie and Sarah for a girl's night in the city. Katie had

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Phalanges are numbSummer's six long months awayFurnace, I miss you!

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Why couldn't I have fallen in love with someone from, say, New York? New Hampshire? New Jersey? New Mexico? There is lots of "New" in the good old USA. Why does my "New" have to be New Zealand? I don't have to apply for work permits and visas to live in New Anywhere in the US. I don't have to prove that I'm employed, that yes, the man I sleep with every night is really my partner and we are,

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Okay, so I'm a bit new to this whole blog thing...I've been writing for a while but I haven't delved deep into the works of others. I would greatly appreciate suggestions of blogs to read.Also, I've been experiencing writer's block. Topic suggestions would be welcomed as well!Thanks for stopping by!

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So I left my CD's at my parent's house in Denver when I moved to NZ. I was worried about travelling with them for fear I might lose them.Little did I know that my CD wallet, complete with my extensive collection of Tori Amos B-sides, would go walkabouts. My dad and I have torn up the whole house looking for it. We have theories as to their fate, but no concrete evidence. And alas, no sign of

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Bob and I have reached a new level in our relationship: Joint purchases. So yeah, we buy groceries together, pay the rent together, etc. But so far in our adventure of cohabitation, there has been a pretty distinct line between mine and his. It's my bed. It's his computer. They're my dishes. It's his table.Now, we have something that is OURS. On Friday night, Bob says, "Erin, we're going

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29 Feb 2008Fantasies So lately my blogs have been pretty depressing, what with all the gloom and doom of working in a hospital. My life is not so bad, really! Throughout my life, I've entertained fantasies of what the next stage of my life will be like. In junior high, I dreamed of high school. I was bound and determined to be popular for once in my life, so I put my out of shape ass through

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26 Nov 2007Learning how to use feet. I've been inspired by Ash's "people watching" blogs, so I will share a people watching experience of my own.Sitting up in the main reception area of the hospital during my lunch break one day last week, I saw something charming.An old man, probably in his 70's judging by his head of white hair, walked along. Clutching the fingers of one hand was a small child

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04 Nov 2007Pretty Damn Good It's been a pretty good weekend.Pretty damn good, in fact.Friday night after work, I met up with Katie and some friends for drinks. Although we live in different areas of town, we all work in the city. It makes it easier for us to catch up, especially since Katie and I don't have cars. I had a fabulous time laughing and gossiping with the girls. What a brilliant

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09 Oct 2007My poor boobs.My boobs have had a bad night.So there I was, happily eating my bowl of pasta with yummy, chunky tomato sauce. I was plopped in front of the TV. Not once, but TWICE, some noodles fell off my fork and directly down my cleavage. Hmmph.BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!Later, while enjoying a nice hot cup of tea, my mug inexplicably heaved itself from my hands. My boobs were

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30 Jun 2007Ode to PerkoDear Perko,You were born on December 25, 1993. You are the best Christmas present I've ever received. In March, 1994, you came to live with the Shippey family. We picked you up from the airport after your flight from Guide Dogs For The Blind headquarters in California. Mom knew your name before Chris and I did. We knew it started with a "P" and couldn't figure out what

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23 Jun 20072 more years! Yup, that's right...my new visa has been approved for TWO MORE YEARS!!!!! I got home from work today and found a note on my door from the Courrier Post saying that they had a package for me. I about peed my pants. I only turned in my application last week...surely it hasn't been approved already! My stomach dropped as I thought, "Holy shit. It's been returned as

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12 Jun 2007Miss-sent to BermudaWell, that's what the stamp on envelope containing my FBI records said. "Miss-sent to Bermuda." I've been waiting on this incredibly important peice of mail from the FBI that had been MISS-SENT to FUCKING BERMUDA!!!!Ah well...at least it's here now! I can send my visa application off now...and then I can spend another month or so playing the oh-so-fun waiting

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09 Jun 2007Happy Birthday to Me! So today's my birthday. I'm celebrating my newfound 27-ness.Bob woke me up this morning and insisted that I open his gifts. He gave me:-The new Tori Amos CD! -Season 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD!!-A big, fluffy pink bath robe!!!I wanted to open all my gifts tonight when Katie and PK got home from work, but Bob insisted that I open his gifts this morning

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10 Apr 2007Where to start? So it's been a while since I blogged...here are some highlights from the past few months.I had a wonderful time in the States at the end of January. It was so good to see my family again. Mom is doing much better, but still not 100%. I was nervous to see her...I had this terrible image of the Crypt Keeper in my head, thinking that she would be skin and bones with no

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24 Jan 2007Home My flight to Denver leaves in 4 hours. I hate waiting! I just want to get there, but I have 20 hours of travel ahead of me. I can't wait to see my family again. I know that lots of things have changed. My brother graduated from college. My mom has been really sick. She was hospitalized for about 2 weeks back in October for brain poisoning secondary to her liver failure. She

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16 Dec 2006Grown Up When do you grow up? I've been thinking about this lately. What makes a grown up? I was sitting on my couch last night eating my massive bowl of Tim Tam cereal (crushed up chocolate cookies with milk poured over the top, my favorite "I'm sooooo stoned" snack) and thinking to myself, "When will I grow up?"When do you officially start to feel like a real, live, responsible

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04 Jul 2006Is this really happening?Kia Ora!I figured that would be an appropriate greeting, seeing that I recieved my new work permit from immigration today. I've been approved to stay here for another year...Watch Out!It's really strange...earlier today, while I was sitting at my desk waiting for the Courier Post man to deliver my passport, I got to thinking...6 weeks ago, I fully intended on

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18 Jun 2006It's out of my hands...So much has happened! I've been offered a permanent position at the hospital, I'm about to send off my new visa application...Who knew that within one short month, my entire life path would change? I can't believe this...What are the chances? A month ago, when I started this little myspace thing, I just wanted to vent my feelings about leaving New Zealand at

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21 May 2006It can all change in a day... Yesterday morning, I woke up ready to do what I usually do with my Saturdays: Kick it all day with my flatmate, who happens to be my best friend. We usually just putz around Auckland, get coffee, do some shopping, and enjoy each other's company after a long week of work. It's very nice. We call it our "Day of Random."But not yesterday! Her partner (my

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Saturday, May 20, 2006Stream of ConsciousnessMy favorite way to write is to just let my mind wander. I totally prefer typing to handwriting because I can type much faster than I write (although I think my handwriting is quite pretty)...My fingers keep up with my brain better. As it goes, right now I'm typing quite slow because I'm thinking about what I'm doing too much. Enough of that.So I

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