I celebrated Labor Day today as one unemployed. Umm, it was awesome. I slept in late, layed on the beach for five hours (Mmmm) where I read, slept, and talked on the phone to Shannon Kelley Sturgill. She is a pure delight. Anyway, then I came home, checked email and facebook (embarassing, but true), decided to affix my new basket to my beach cruiser with a pretty pink ribbon and went for a lovely bike ride, just cause. Next I googled "start a blog" and taa daaaaa! Here we are.
(Hey! This is a pic of le Honda, during le move. I find it lovely and appropriate that this picture was snapped at a WaWa. Love the WaWa.)
For what it's worth, I am currently in some real pain because of the Rock N Roll Half Marathon yesterday. [I mean, blogs are so weird - why do you care if I am sore?] Haaaaaaa, I puttered clumsily along the sand with beach chair and tote in hand because of quads that feel like lead and copious amounts of blisters on both feet. What a scene.
And finally the blog... I once overheard a man in a tattoo parlor (really random and kind of absurd, I know) say this phrase "well, there's always hope." And ya know, he's right. I never saw his face, don't know his name, but I did hear his voice. And since 'hope' is my favorite word, I thought there is no better title for this blog. So here I find myself embarking on this new chapter wherein I am evidently now a 'blogger.' New chapter! Anyway, this blog owes its title to the unnamed hope man. Thanks, man in the tattoo parlor - what a gift you have given.
For what it's worth, I am currently in some real pain because of the Rock N Roll Half Marathon yesterday. [I mean, blogs are so weird - why do you care if I am sore?] Haaaaaaa, I puttered clumsily along the sand with beach chair and tote in hand because of quads that feel like lead and copious amounts of blisters on both feet. What a scene.
And finally the blog... I once overheard a man in a tattoo parlor (really random and kind of absurd, I know) say this phrase "well, there's always hope." And ya know, he's right. I never saw his face, don't know his name, but I did hear his voice. And since 'hope' is my favorite word, I thought there is no better title for this blog. So here I find myself embarking on this new chapter wherein I am evidently now a 'blogger.' New chapter! Anyway, this blog owes its title to the unnamed hope man. Thanks, man in the tattoo parlor - what a gift you have given.
5 comments:
Oh man, I am so glad that this blog has become a reality. Erin, you rule.
yessssss! you have a bloggggg! can't wait to read up on your adventures to come! love you girlie!
ps- so...tatoo parlor? did you get one?
So...The torture was worth finding out that you truly are brilliant!!!! (Sorry, I hope that I didn't make you think that I thought it was a waste of time) I love you, keep shining!!!
PS My first MOM thought Also was, "So, does Erin have a tatoo?" Inquiring minds want to know.
you are great. i tried blogging once, but then i quit my secretary job and no longer had any time to blog. such is life. but there's always hope. (which i'm giving my campaigner lesson on this week.. ironic??) and, just to feel like i'm a part of this comment conversation.. i think you should get a tattoo. can't wait to hear about your adventures, lady.
Hatch! I'm so proud of you! One or your pics end of last week...is that in Cinque Terre!?? Love that place. I'm going back one day...Gosh you are so beautiful and fun-loving, wish I could be in your presence more!!. Love your blog and will keep up with you! Be safe and love lots...
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