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SYTYCD is back!

Do you remember that I am obsessed with "So You Think You Can Dance"? Well I am.  In a former (or a future) life I am a dancer.  I'm off again to NYC for my 9th weekend so don't have time yet to post photos of the last trip.  I hope that this will hold you over (and BLOW YOUR MIND)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcATGCw4tEY

100th post - Boulder dispatch

Wow. It's been 100 posts and a little over a year since I started this little bloggety.  I assume this is a blogging milestone that must be celebrated in some way. But how does a blogger celebrate their blogiversary?  By starting a second blog? perhaps.  I've got something up my sleeve which I'll announce very soon.  I am terrible at keeping my own secrets so you will know soon enough. 

I'm writing number 100 from my hotel room at the Hotel Boulderado in Boulder, CO, my old home.  My job ended Thursday evening.  I packed up my office, came home and packed a suitcase and then took off for Colorado Friday morning.  The weather is as beautiful as I remember it ALWAYS being.  The mountains just as stunning.  I remember when I first moved to Colorado, I always had this weird feeling of someone coming towards me.  Used to walking with my head looking down (to avoid eye contact?  Is this an urban thing?) and I used to *feel* something looming over me all the time.  It took about a week for me to realize it was the mountains.  They are a constant presence and are a part of everything you see (assuming you keep your head up every once and a while).  Being away from mountains for so long...they seem strange to me again. 

When I left Boulder in 1998 I made regular trips back - yearly at least.  It's now been 4 years since the last time I was here and it feels different this time.  I think it always used to feel like "my town" before.  I'd lived here for 7 years (18-25) and did a lot of growing up here.  I think going back so often kept the flame of my "eventual return" burning.  I always pictured myself living here again, and this is the first time I can't picture it.  I can hardly remember what it was like to live here then. 

Coming to Boulder is a bit like visiting an old boyfriend.  We tried a long distance relationship, but when neither of us realized us - we grew apart.  And now I'm back and I see all of the things I use to love about Boulder but I feel kind of disconnected from it.  It's all still wonderful and attractive to me, but I know it won't work out, not now, and it makes me a little sad.  Boulder was a great boyfriend! sigh. Not that Boulder provided me with any great boyfriends, but, man, are the boys still cute. 

We'll see how the rest of the visit goes.  I go to the wedding of my lovely friend, Erica (hi Erica!) this evening; am spending the early part of the day with my friends Rachel & Brad and their daughter Raven and tomorrow is spent with one of my most favorite old roommates, Laura and her brood.  Today I'll keep my heart open to Boulder and see what happens.  I promise lots of photos once I get back to town.

WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I forgot to mention how much I appreciate your coming and visiting this little blog over the last year.  Now if you would only comment or, better yet, give me a call sometimes, life would be a peach.

with lots of love (and a little guilt-trip),

e

SNS = has a cure been found??

Many of you know this, but I have long suffered from what is known as Sunday Night Syndrome.  It started, I believe, in kindergarten when I first realized that Mondays were not optional.  When I realized that from then, and forevermore, I would be forced to rise early on Monday mornings and head off to school or work...the onset of the syndrome seemed instantaneous

The Sunday night syndrome starts early.  About midday the blues set in and I would start lamenting the fact that the weekend was already almost over.  The syndrome quickly moves into bargaining..."if I just had ONE MORE day to this weekend, I'd be fine...satisfied...I swear."  But the realization would set in that this was just not to be.  When I was a kid I'd routinely try to press my luck by starting some phantom belly aches or feverish activity in hopes that if I made my case well enough I'd be allowed to stay home sick Monday morning and get that extra day.  It rarely worked..I was the ultimate kid-who-cried-wolf and my mother barely even believed it when I actually was sick. 

As an adult the Sunday Night Syndrome consisted just of the blues, a bit of crankiness and an intense need to be home early...primarily to sulk.  Monday mornings are just as bad - as anyone I've worked with can attest to (Hi John), but by lunch the syndrome has worn off and I'm feeling fine again.

Today is my last Monday at work.  By this time next week I will have fulfilled my life-long dream to not have to go to work on Mondays.  Sure, there are other great benefits of self-employment, but I can't think of one better.  If I can help it I will never work a Monday morning again as long as I live. 

I think I may have found the cure.  Perhaps Monday and I will soon be friends again.

Mother's day is over

What's always been the most difficult about Father's Day all these years is that everybody celebrates it.  Everyone is busy, everyone seems to have a father and something to do that day.  And rarely do people remember that you no longer have a chance to celebrate too.  I figured mother's day would be the same.  Lame and lonely.  And mostly it was. 

(PLUS - it was crazy windy!  one of my windows blew open even!)

I had a few highlights to the day that helped me to feel less like a parentless child who will forever having nothing to do on these holidays.  The first was a call from a fellow IIN student (in Arizona), whom I've never met or spoken to, who wanted to pick my brain.  She'd seen posts I'd made on our school's online forum and sought me out as someone to consult with.  I, of course, take this to mean that I am famous and brainy. 

Next was a last minute visit from my friend Molly and her son Evan.  Evan loved the condo and did a lot of toddling around and making baby noises of approval. 

I ran off afterwards to (finally) celebrate Mother's Day with the main "mom" in my life, my sister.  Terry grillled steaks and asparagus.  We drank beer and ate cheesecake.   Emmett entertained me with all the new stuff and new words he knows...and then stuffed his face with bleu cheese, fell off a chair, read a book, climbed through a fort and wouldn't go to bed. 

Mother's Day is hard, that's for sure and I'm glad that it is over.  But I'm also glad to remember that just because I don't have one of my own - there are great mom's everywhere deserving of honor.  Especially Emmett's. 

Happy Mother's Day, Megan!

oops.

:: what happens when onions are left to wait

Here is proof that life continues on whether you pay attention to it or not.  I had big plans for this onion and it may not be too late, but it went ahead and did some growing on its own. 

I haven't seen or spoken to many of you in even longer...hope you've been doing some of the same!

love, erin

Did you know...

That this is my favorite band?

Heard on the radio today

boy dj (talking about how he becomes overwhelmed listening to a particular part of a life The Gossip song where the audience all sings in unison): It just feels like you're part of something special...it makes me feel verklempt.

girl dj: awwwww...... 

girl dj: toughen up.

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Hey all...I've been wanting to come back for a few days to get back to posting for awhile, but where to start??  Lots new here's the recap:

1. purchased mom's condo. 
2. trying to get used to calling it "my condo"
3. painfully slow moving process
4. emotional first weekend here
5. back to NYC!
6. This time my sister Megan joined me and we stayed in a fabulously swanky hotel, where we had to tip a bellman (bell person?) and they informed us there were no faxes awaiting our arrival and everything was controlled by a small board on the nightstand
7. We ate dinner in the Meat Packing District and I hailed a bike taxi to get there.  try it.
8. Oh I forgot to mention that we missed our flight to NYC cuz I forgot my wallet.  It's a good dramatic story to hear me tell it.  Ask me about it sometime
9. the countdown to my last day of work has begun (15 days)
10. My clients are doing well and preparing for my departure
11. The new biz is up and running

So things feel a bit nuts and I constantly feel like I need to be doing something - which for a girl who savors a great deal of downtime - it's been a bit overwhelming.  I think I'm going to come back to the blog now for awhile. Hope to see you here!

love,

e