Another One 'Bout Erin

There are certain days that I talk to Erin that I feel really bad for hoarding all her funny to myself. And by certain days, I mean every day that I talk to Erin. I know that other people also find her hilarious, but really how many people is she reaching with her comedy in one day in Huntington? 35? It can't possibly be that many. I have been telling her for awhile it's time for a blog because this blog is pretty much turning into a shrine to the funny things Erin says. Take this recent conversation: (Erin's in white, I'm in green, as if you couldn't tell that by reading the conversation and realizing what's funny and what's not.)

 

Jobs

I finally realized why the bloggers whose blogs I read and enjoy most often are the funniest people I know. It's because they are all stay-at-home or work-from-home moms, so they can openly and honestly talk about their jobs without fear of being fired. There is so much I'd like to share about my job -- the good, the bad, the funny and the downright astonishing -- and I'd love to have feedback. But, alas. I need my job to keep supporting the lifestyle to which I've become accustomed. (Read: I like to have an apartment and eat food.) So I shall not be talking about my job, even though I think it would up the funny level of this blog from level yellow to level red or whatever.

Toilet Watch: Day Three

It's still there:

Outstanding.

And the Emmy Goes To...

Here's my (local TV news) commercial concerning my surgery. Because if you can't post your own commercial on your own blog, who's going to? Gah.

Toilet Watch: Day One

What do you see when you walk outside your house? A nice front lawn maybe? Perhaps a lovely garden with some flowers or vegetables growing? Or how about a neighbor's house, them picking up their morning paper giving you a friendly "How do?" 

Now imagine you're me.

Yeah. That's a toilet seat. I mean, how is this even possible? WHO leaves a toilet seat outside their house? 

In the effort of full-disclosure, I will say that I do live in an alley. I live AROUND nice neighborhoods but not exactly in one. Technically I live in a garage apartment (MUCH like Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina, minus the nice cars, Humphrey Bogart and William Holden, plus one rabbit) that is surrounded by a couple other alley apartments as well as garages belonging to the front houses. Yes, there are weeds growing in front of my house, which I have sprayed, pulled and which keep coming back, but I am somehow able to contain my trash to my trash can. The point is, I try to take some pride in my living space. Clearly these people do not. That, or they live in the front house and use the alley only for trash purposes, which I think is totally uncool. 

The kicker is, we all know the trash men are not picking up and disposing of this toilet in their regular rounds, which happened to be this morning. So -- how long will the toilet sit there? 

Seven Quick Takes Friday

1. My great friend Jenna who is pretty much tied with my sister Erin for funniest person I know (awards ceremony will be taking place sometime this fall) gave me the best belated birthday gift yesterday:

It's an actual old-fashioned pocket watch necklace! How awesome. Best part, as I'm sure you can see, is the little rabbit charm attached. I'm wearing this today and I love it.

2. Speaking of rabbits, I'm not sure I've mentioned this  before but I love baby Snicks. In fact, I think it goes a little beyond love and into obsession. I am obsessed with Snicks. I worry about him constantly and if he's got enough love, food, water, attention, exercise, etc. I've been house sitting for a friend this week which means I haven't been home to spend time with Snicks as much as I'd like. I literally cried about it the other night. I'm just lying there watching Lochte vs. Phelps with the soundtrack to their swimming sounding a bit like: SNICKS WILL THINK I'VE MOVED OUT AND HE'LL FORGET I'M HIS MAMA AND HE WON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE AND HE'LL JUST DIE OF UNHAPPINESS. I just tried to eat my salad for lunch and I just COULD NOT BE-LIEVE that I could selfishly eat my salad whilst Snicks was home alone for going on hour #16 and WHAT IF HE IS STARVING TO DEATH?! (Never mind I visited with him yesterday around 6 p.m. and provided him more food than he'll ever need in a day.) I just can't stand it sometimes. I wish I could put him in a little pouch and bring him everywhere I go. (Which he'd hate.) I am such a mega-weirdo and I can hear myself saying these things, thinking ANNA STOP but I just can't help it. Look at that face:

3. I have to mention that I LOVE seeing Mary Lou Retton all over the Olympic games. Mary Lou is just a regular gal from West Virginia just like myself! Except she has an Olympic gold medal. And I don't. She's just a regular gal from West Virginia with an Olympic Gold medal -- and I'm from West Virginia too! :) 

4. You know what are not cool? Mosquitoes. They bite you and then you itch and stuff. What's the deal with that?

5. As I complain about that, I am bringing up a mental picture of something I saw on Kate's blog The Rhodes Log yesterday. Seriously I saw this photo, and stared it at for no less than five minutes while my brain tried to process what I was seeing. No joke. I clicked away, and then I went right back and stared for another few minutes. If you are brave, and have about an hour to spare for your brain to comprehend what you are seeing, then click here. And remember -- what you're seeing was IN SOMEONE'S HOUSE. 

6. I've been thinking a lot lately about what this blog is "about." (Those of you who read are probably like "Why is she wondering about that? The answer is NOTHING.") I mean I don't really have insights to share on marriage or raising children, I'm not funny and witty like Jenna and I'm not on some cool life adventure to chronicle. However, I will say that Jen directed my attention to a new column on the National Catholic Register the other day that made me do a lot of thinking, and I am organizing my thoughts for a possible future post. 

7. What's the haps this weekend for everyone? I am finishing my house sitting, cleaning my apartment which is in desperate need of a good dusting, vacuuming, laundry doing and rabbit-cuddling and finalizing some things at my dance studio. Have a great one! :) 


Go see Jen for cooler stuff.

Fauxlympics

Anyone else out there thoroughly enjoying the Olympics? Because I totally am. Every two years I become overly obsessed with the games and become an expert on things I know nothing about. (If ONLY Michael Phelps had taken one more stroke in the 200 meter butterfly he would have won gold and not silver! Why didn't he listen to me?) 

Not only that, but every two years I get irrationally angry at my parents for not cultivating some sort of talent in me. I honestly believe I could have been a figure skater, an ice dancer, a gymnast, a marathon runner, a hurdler or a swimmer if my parents could have just pushed me a little harder. But I guess they just couldn't be bothered. What a feeling to be the greatest in the world at something. I can't even imagine what that would be like. 


I guess I should also point out that my Olympic games watching has been accompanied by my Taco Bell burrito-, ice cream- and Tositos with a hint of lime- eating. So perhaps my parents should have cultivated weight lifting or sumo wrestling or something instead.