Encounters of the daily kind.

My day today consisted of a few things:


1.) Fighting the great battle of: Wash the hair vs. Don't wash the hair.

2.) Stopping to get gas, and realizing the gas station store was in fact a liquor store.

3.) Hoping none of my co-workers drove by the liquor store and thought I was about to get drunk on the job.

4.) Spending 10 minutes in a liquor store trying to find a bottle of water.

5.) Rekindling my romance with Terry's Beef Jerky.

6.) Being told by an old man "Never give your horse more attention than your wife, unless you like sleeping in the barn."

7.) Running from my car into the office to avoid rain.

8.) Dying due to respiratory distress.

9.) Having a near death experience and regretting not washing my hair. Doesn't your mother warn you of this situation?..or is that clean underwear?

10.) Being revived ONLY because there is hope in the world: I did buy Terry's Beef Jerky.

11.) Driving home wondering what type of relationships old men have with horses.


Yes, it's a life of luxury and intrigue. The life only a janitor would dream of. All kidding aside I had quite an adventure today. I would like to share some photo's of a place I have never been with you. It's a place called English, TX. I did not see one hispanic person in this town ,so, they were pretty right about this place. Also, this town is so pretty! I also love old houses...so there's a few of those scattered in as well.



This was an abandoned house. I like to scare myself and look for ghosts in the windows. Sadly, they were all sleeping.



I know you can't tell here, but there are cows out in this lake. I wondered if they were stuck. I didn't stop to ask. I used my country sense and figured that they were just coolin' off.



After I took this picture I realized my iPhone camera was not so hot, and then my phone died. Could it have been the paranormal activity from the old house? I THINK YES! There is no other reasonable explanation.

This trip pretty much summed up why I want to live in the country, and make my own butter. I love butter.

The start of something GRAND, and maybe a little obnoxious.

Hello blog viewers! I have been chomping at the bit to start a blog but feared no one really had an interest in my daily life. Yes, it's a sad but true story that I am in fact growing older and more boring as the days go by. In fact, if I had a biography it would be called "Erin's Story: The Life of a City Gone Country Girl Who Digs in Wounds All Day". Exciting huh? Now that I already have you addicted to my blog I will just start from here. We won't get into my past and how I ended up at this very moment, today. Let me start from this weekend:

This past weekend was my 10 year highschool reunion. I had a blast. There might have been some alcohol consumption that might have been related to an allegid episode of not feeling so good the next day. I say I had a blast but really it was kinda awkward at times. The group I was with ended up at a dance club. Although I was quite the dancer in my day...not so much now. It makes me feel old and retarded at the same time. I know people were looking at me saying "poor girl" and "Erin needs to get her groove back" and "I've never seen someone actually bust out the SPRINKLER move in a club". I also might have seen some finger pointing. Anyway, to sum it up I sucked it up and fun was had by all. Mainly what I'm trying to get at is I realized how much I had changed over the past 10 years. Luckily, I AM different and have grown out of my highschool years, unlike a handfull of people I ran into. No names will be mentioned. Sadly, I realized how I have managed to stay out of touch with so many friends that are near and dear to my heart. So, I was asked by a friend to create a blog...and there ya go. The rest is history.