Monday, February 26, 2007

Feeling HOT


yeah baby.
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life has been a bit nutty lately. my day(s) off are devoted to one task at a time (as per the depressed people article mom sent me "don't set your goals too high/don't expect to actually do anything with yourself"): go to the library, call someone back, get milk--any one of those could make for a full day. today was phone BU. I ate my toad in the morning, but then the rest of the day you have toad breathe.
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You can see from the picture how I feel about oranges. I really love them. I feel we are kindred organisms. mandy is coming to visit me on the 13th of march-isn't that nice. what a sweet pants.
My body is feeling quite healed but all the same I've traded the boston marathon for a half marathon in NH in May. my ward actually has a big team that runs it every year. we are: Team Sweet Feet--Faster than the Green-line. cute. I don't think I actually am faster than the green-line these days. I need new running shoes that don't make my feet feel like spaghetti. smelly Harris, I think about calling you just about everyday, but at this rate we are going to be grannies. maybe you should call me. Big crazy Jewish men, on the otherhand, can please give it a rest.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey smelly shoes. Maybe you and I should buy you some new ones when I come visit. That orange looks really good to my cold. Yes I am a sicky

Anonymous said...

Hey Erin,
Something about this picture (maybe it's the pink nail polish) puts me on edge. I don't know how you take these, but I love them all. I feel like everyone ignores my posts on the yahoo group, so it must feel good to get comments on the blog. If I never recommended The Corrections to you back when I was obsessed with it last Christmas, you should read that.
-M

Anonymous said...

You've made me want to get a Frank O'Hara book, but I really don't want to get the whole collected poems. Do you know which of the smaller collections are any good?
-M

eebs said...

Frank O'Hara was a total closet poet. most of his stuff was published posthumously. they found all these poems written on scraps of paper and napkins tucked around his house. He's awesome. Andrew's favorite him poem is "Poem"--the one about Lana Turner. it's so funny. get one with that in it.