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Picking a New Something

Alright, so as if Jesus heard my cry for something new, I got something to do last night.  While I may not write for fun anymore, I do have some side work now editing/writing/proofing.  I may also have a new gig managing an someone’s effort to make healthcare knowledge more readily available.

So I have stuff to do now, and while that may not become my “hobby”, it does help.

I did think of a fun fact about me:  My nickname is Hooty and I collect owls.  Lots of them.

But I do have new interests, so here’s the plan, Stan:

  • I will camp a lot this summer…so I guess I ought to buy a tent and some of those marshmallow sticks.
  • Mike and I are going to start bowling on a regular basis.
  • I am going to get a massive wine rack and fill it to the brim.  In addition, I will start to build a bar.
  • I might start fishing (weather permitting, and permit permitting).
  • And I also want to collect something…but I’m having a hard time deciding what.  I want it to be something that isn’t that easy to find, you know, that will require some digging.  Flea markets, yard sales, etc.  I don’t want it to be impossible either.  Or insanely expensive.

Trust me, if I could have my choice of collection, it would be designer handbags…check out my Pinterest board…but that’s just not feasible.

So I’m taking suggestions as to what to collect.  SEND ‘EM OVER!

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Posted by on February 2, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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My New Apartment

Welp, ya’ll.  I think I explain it in the video, but these are my new digs!

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2011 in Daily Happenings

 

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Choosing Your Own Name

What would you have called yourself had you chosen your own name?

Back when I was into the Babysitters’ Club, I would have called myself Stacey or Claudia.  When I was a hippy in college, I was kinda going for Willow or Storm.  Both of those still kind of make me happy.  I could go with either one and feel content.

Please don’t get me wrong.  There’s nothing wrong with Erica.  Mom chose it after watching soap operas all through her pregnancy with me.  Something about Susan Lucci’s character on Days Of Our Lives.  I don’t know.  But no one calls me Erica.  They call me Hooty. They call me this because of something I used to do as a child.  Whenever we were in a store, I’d ask, “Who is that?  Who?” to everyone that passed.  My father eventually looked at me, threw his hands in the air and asked, “Do your feet fit a limb?  You’re like a little hoot owl!”

They only people that call me Erica are the people that don’t know me and people at work.  Sometimes, I forget to respond to it.

Jenny calls me Rico.  Carmen calls me by my last name.  My Grandpa Gene calls me Ca. Sometimes, my father calls me Lou.

But what if we chose our own names?

I always figured that the names people chose for their children were the names that they wished they’d been given.  I know that I’m in love with the names I have picked out for girls (I’m not telling you, because you’ll steal them).  And the names I have picked out for boys are names that I believe encompass who I would be if I were a boy.

Some  Indian (Native American, for you PC folks) tribes choose their own names when they gain a certain understanding of who they are.  Often these names are based on an aspect of nature or animal.  Well, they already call me Hooty, so do I choose to stick with the owl?  Do I still maintain that desire to know who everyone is?  Does that stick to me?  I like to think that everyone I encounter, I try to learn something about “who” they are.

In terms of elements of nature, I could do without living by water or mountains.  But I love the sky, and wide open spaces (not-so-subtle nod to the Dixie Chicks).   I probably belong in Kansas, which is also a name I wouldn’t mind having.  She Who Sees the SkyCloud-Wisperer (spelled incorrectly on purpose–get it?  Wispy clouds?)?  Sky Owl?

Prairie Storm.  That’s it, because of the way I can explode like a storm front.  Maybe…  But I don’t live on the prairie.  I live on the plains of Ohio (ask Mike–he’ll tell you how wickedly flat it is).  But “plain” has so many denotations!

What would your name be?  Would you choose a nature name?  Or would you just change your regular name?

 

 

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2011 in Daily Happenings

 

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A Photo Update

As promised.  PHOTOS!!!

FIRST, though, I went with the Beautiful Ohio license plate (the green one) because the cardinal wasn’t on site, and it was an extra $35, not $15.

Second, check out this owl!  🙂  Mike’s family threw me a surprise graduation party.  This was part of the cake:

And as for food creations:

Breakfast, and Joan Didion (which I haven’t picked up since).

Blueberry muffins, for all your blueberry needs.

My first casserole! Taco Twist–substituted with vegetable based noodles, fat free sour cream, and lean beef.  🙂  Mike actually ate it!

And my recently hung diplomas. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

And just for fun:

My collection of birds.  Feel free to add.  Mostly owls, since they call me Hoot.  🙂  When I was little, I used to ask who everyone was.  My dad got so tired of hearing, “Who?” from my mouth, he asked me, “Do your feet fit a limb?”  Every since then, I’ve been called Hoot.

And I’ve always called this guy Tassel Dude.  🙂

A more domestic update to follow.  And perhaps some faith stuff.  🙂

 
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Posted by on July 15, 2010 in Daily Happenings

 

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