Life Update and Ladybooz.
Things are good in the World of Erin Kelly. I began working at an insurance broker about a month ago, and I enjoy it quite a bit. I'm pretty sure insurance isn't the way I'd want to go insofar as a career, but it has its perks (aka kick-ass benefits package for me!) and I'm working among some good persons. What I particularly enjoy is that my boss is something else. He's really got a knack for what he does, and he brings something positive to the table every day. He's also made time in his day to make sure he says, "How's Erin Kelly doing?" just to check-in on how I'm feeling with the job, since I'm still learning so so so much.
Time has been flying, but I'm enjoying that aspect. It's November and, while October is my favorite month, I'm just excited to see a winter at home for the first time in 5 years. The end of October also brings with it "my favorite ween-based holiday," HALLOWEEN. (Thanks, Greg A.)
I dressed as Lady Gaga and had way too much fun. I bought a long blond wig with bangs, a pair of black tights and some fake eyelashes. I came up with everything else, including a corset, blazer, half a bathing suit, boots, jangly necklace and kickin' sunglasses. I literally had no pants on, but I didn't feel obscene, and I nailed that costume. The night is one enormously lovely blur, but I have a few silly pictures to capture it for posterity. (See: Facebook.)
I've been appreciating living at home a lot more... It's a cozy little town I'm a part of, but I don't know anyone who believes that more than my friend Jeff. This past weekend, I told him I wouldn't be surprised if Jeff grew-up, married, settled down, raised a family, and died in this town. And I mean that in terms of endearment. I can see the utter appeal of that... just continuously living underneath the sycamores. ("Not a syca-less!" Jeff says.)
During this time of year, my house gets drafty and creaks and settles a lot. We got rid of our summer-ant problem, but seem to have inherited a mixed-bag of other critters seeking warmth. I got out of a long shower this evening and discovered a little ladybug in the sink. Judging by its rapid movement, but lack of forward motion, I figured it landed, slipped, and now couldn't get up the sides. I took a tissue, held steady as it crawled up the side, and then lifted it out of the sink. Sitting on the edge of my tub, I stared at the red parasite on my tissue, quickly assessing her number of dots as I tried to decide what to do with her. Then, as I just sort of stared in awe, the ladybug--feeling safe--began to dry herself out. The manner in which she did it was extraordinary, though... slowly, she rubbed her legs together and, under her wings on one side, pushed out her silky little wing and then slowly pulled it back towards her body, letting her top (exoskeleton) wing ...um... wring out some of the moisture. A wee drop of water plopped on the tissue. Then the ladybug did this on the other side, and a little more water trickled onto the cotton below. I didn't want to disturb her, and I really had nothing better to do, so I watched. Eventually, she started walking, trying to find a higher spot to take off from. I offered her a finger, held it upright, and she took off.
Immediately pinging off a light bulb and into the sink.
[!!!!RAH RAH RA AH AH ROMAH RO MAH MAH GA GA OOH LA LA!!!!!]
Time has been flying, but I'm enjoying that aspect. It's November and, while October is my favorite month, I'm just excited to see a winter at home for the first time in 5 years. The end of October also brings with it "my favorite ween-based holiday," HALLOWEEN. (Thanks, Greg A.)
I dressed as Lady Gaga and had way too much fun. I bought a long blond wig with bangs, a pair of black tights and some fake eyelashes. I came up with everything else, including a corset, blazer, half a bathing suit, boots, jangly necklace and kickin' sunglasses. I literally had no pants on, but I didn't feel obscene, and I nailed that costume. The night is one enormously lovely blur, but I have a few silly pictures to capture it for posterity. (See: Facebook.)
I've been appreciating living at home a lot more... It's a cozy little town I'm a part of, but I don't know anyone who believes that more than my friend Jeff. This past weekend, I told him I wouldn't be surprised if Jeff grew-up, married, settled down, raised a family, and died in this town. And I mean that in terms of endearment. I can see the utter appeal of that... just continuously living underneath the sycamores. ("Not a syca-less!" Jeff says.)
During this time of year, my house gets drafty and creaks and settles a lot. We got rid of our summer-ant problem, but seem to have inherited a mixed-bag of other critters seeking warmth. I got out of a long shower this evening and discovered a little ladybug in the sink. Judging by its rapid movement, but lack of forward motion, I figured it landed, slipped, and now couldn't get up the sides. I took a tissue, held steady as it crawled up the side, and then lifted it out of the sink. Sitting on the edge of my tub, I stared at the red parasite on my tissue, quickly assessing her number of dots as I tried to decide what to do with her. Then, as I just sort of stared in awe, the ladybug--feeling safe--began to dry herself out. The manner in which she did it was extraordinary, though... slowly, she rubbed her legs together and, under her wings on one side, pushed out her silky little wing and then slowly pulled it back towards her body, letting her top (exoskeleton) wing ...um... wring out some of the moisture. A wee drop of water plopped on the tissue. Then the ladybug did this on the other side, and a little more water trickled onto the cotton below. I didn't want to disturb her, and I really had nothing better to do, so I watched. Eventually, she started walking, trying to find a higher spot to take off from. I offered her a finger, held it upright, and she took off.
Immediately pinging off a light bulb and into the sink.
[!!!!RAH RAH RA AH AH ROMAH RO MAH MAH GA GA OOH LA LA!!!!!]