Now that I'm officially on Twitter. Ok, I admit, I'm kind of anti-Facebook, anti-Twitter, anti-telling-people-what-I'm-doing-every-minute. And while I can't make any promises about how often I'll update, I thought I'd use Twitter when I have something funny or interesting to say that doesn't warrant an entire blog post.
My first "tweet" (oh my God, this is SO LAME) was going to be about how I just peed on myself testing out this product. But I didn't want my first tweet to be about peeing on myself, so instead it's basic. You can check me out at https://twitter.com/erin_wh for what I'm sure will be my thrilling updates.
(P.S. In testing my Twitter link, I noticed my first tweet is gone. Although it says I have two updates. We'll see how long this relationship lasts.)
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Poor Neglected
Oh, poor, neglected personal blog. How I've missed you! I do honestly miss updating over here, and each time I do, I vow to myself to post more frequently for my loyal (and by now non-existent) readers. Maybe this will be the month I start to keep that promise. But I make no promises.
Things have been going well over here in Erin-Alan-Marti land. No, we still haven't set a leave-California date, but we're thinking it's going to be mid-August. Then, we'll drive back home because I refuse to put little Martikins on a plane. My precious little pug is not cargo, I'm sorry. And being a snub-nosed breed, most airlines probably wouldn't fly her anyway for fear she'd overheat and keel over. Which I've no doubt she would.
Once we get back to the Midwest, we plan to stay a couple of weeks, splitting the time between Kansas and Missouri. We are so excited to be able to come home, see family and friends, and not be in the big, fat rush we're usually in when we're home for visits. We were home for a wedding in May, and Alan was there for a total of 36 hours. Plus, Martikins will be able to see her old friends, Chuck and Lucy, and I can't wait to see if they all remember each other. Judging from how Marti reacts to labs at the park, I think it'll be like no time has passed.
While we're home, Alan will be relaxing and maxing, while I'll be working from "home." Then, and most exciting, we'll be taking a trip to the Bahamas. Which we've also not planned AT ALL. Hmm. Maybe we should do that soon.
My already precious time has also taken another hit. For job numero dos, I scored six weeks of sessions with a personal trainer at a gym here. I've been getting my rear whooped by a tiny little trainer, and it's awesome. You all may not recognize me when you see me next month because I'll have veins bulging out of my arms and will be running around in circles so fast I'll be just a blur.
See...that was easy. It took but 10 minutes. Hopefully I'll be able to find 10 more minutes to get back here before August.
Things have been going well over here in Erin-Alan-Marti land. No, we still haven't set a leave-California date, but we're thinking it's going to be mid-August. Then, we'll drive back home because I refuse to put little Martikins on a plane. My precious little pug is not cargo, I'm sorry. And being a snub-nosed breed, most airlines probably wouldn't fly her anyway for fear she'd overheat and keel over. Which I've no doubt she would.
Once we get back to the Midwest, we plan to stay a couple of weeks, splitting the time between Kansas and Missouri. We are so excited to be able to come home, see family and friends, and not be in the big, fat rush we're usually in when we're home for visits. We were home for a wedding in May, and Alan was there for a total of 36 hours. Plus, Martikins will be able to see her old friends, Chuck and Lucy, and I can't wait to see if they all remember each other. Judging from how Marti reacts to labs at the park, I think it'll be like no time has passed.
While we're home, Alan will be relaxing and maxing, while I'll be working from "home." Then, and most exciting, we'll be taking a trip to the Bahamas. Which we've also not planned AT ALL. Hmm. Maybe we should do that soon.
My already precious time has also taken another hit. For job numero dos, I scored six weeks of sessions with a personal trainer at a gym here. I've been getting my rear whooped by a tiny little trainer, and it's awesome. You all may not recognize me when you see me next month because I'll have veins bulging out of my arms and will be running around in circles so fast I'll be just a blur.
See...that was easy. It took but 10 minutes. Hopefully I'll be able to find 10 more minutes to get back here before August.
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