Let us pause for a moment of Erin...

Well it's that time of year again...mowing season! I'm sure you have already noticed that once a week I find it necessary to let all my friends on facebook know that I have mowed my yard. I do this not to brag in a - look at me I'm a mighty woman that mows my yard, kind of way - but in a I survived my yard this week, kind of way. See, me and my yard have a constant battle that occurs every summer. Well, it has for the past two summers that I have lived in my house. My yard is not full of normal grass. I affectionately call my grass, Amazon grass. I call it this, because at times I feel I would make more progress if I had a Gi-normous blade that I hacked away at the grass. Can you picture what I am meaning here. I see one of those scenes from the movies about a place like the Amazon (hence the name) where the environment is just so thick with greenery and such that you must rake this huge blade back and forth in front of you in order to just walk through. When I am mowing, I...

My dear friend Rach and I have lots of long conversations about every aspect of life. We affectionately call it Patio Time. Mostly because it all started on the patio(but sometimes weather doesn't permit) and usually some of our best talks are there. We discuss everything that ever comes up in our lives. We hash out relationships, jobs, religion, and anything else that pops into our heads. When we are having "patio time" the rest of the world slips away, and there is just us. Two friends, more like soul mates, figuring out the next move we both should take in our endeavors. This weekend during some "patio time", my friend told me something that just made me fee....good, for lack of a better word. She told me that she was telling her mother that she admired me. As she was saying this, I was thinking in my head.....hmmmm...where is she going with this. What do I do that is admirable. She continued on to say that she admires the fact that no matter what i...

I don't have a child of my own. I have Sushi. Sushi is my furry companion that lives with me. Although she is a cat, she is really like my kid. Let me venture through the wonder that is Sushi with you and show you how she is my kid. Here we have little baby Sushi. She fit into Nick's hands. Sooo tiny! First off, Sushi is as loyal to me as a child is to their mother. Sushi only likes me. (Actually she likes my mom too. And is fond of being around my dad. But no one else really) When others are around she puts up on a tough face. This is really because she is jealous that others are taking up her mother's time. She wants it to be just us in the house...together. She will fight others for my affection. Just ask some of my friends, she has been a warrior more than once in my honor. That's my girl! She also treats my house like a child. I can hardly walk around this house without tripping over one of her toys she has drug out into EVERY room of the house. S...

I consider myself a confident and independent woman. I have a wonderful job that allows me to have my own house that I take care of and love every minute of it. I mow the yard, clean, do the dishes, pay the bills, and get myself out of bed every morning in order to go to work. I have things that I must take care of in order to function in this world. I'm an adult. But there is this other side of me that comes out in spurts, usually at least once a day. I'm a kid at heart! I love kid things! This is probably why I teach six and seven year olds. This was a slick way for me to act like a kid on a daily basis. And the thing is, my students love it. When I get all excited about a field trip to the pumpkin patch and run over to pick out my own pumpkin, the kids run with me. When we have Dr. Seuss week and I dress up like The Cat in the Hat, the kids do too, and we smile together. I love kid movies. I love playing with Gracie and her toys. I love acting like a kid! Sinc...