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Monday, May 29, 2006

Porn Names

Yeah! Ross and I are going to have another child! We're expecting!

A dog.

A dog that is as yet unchosen. Come to us doggy doggy doggy.

I am in Winterhaven florida hanging out with ma dukes, Mick (mr. ma dukes) and lil sis. In brainstorming new doggy names we came to that inevitable part of the evening where we compare our porn names.

For those who don't yet know their porn name this can be determined by combining the name of your first pet with your mothers maiden name. For example: I am Penny Rodriguez. Mom is Frisky Ferrer. Mick is Fluffy Schmutzer and Ross is Fluffy Daniels.

Go ahead take a minute and find your own special porn name. You know you want to.

In short. I have thought of many possible dog names and narrowed it down to the few. The proud. On the short list:

Martha Stewart: Decided against because she lives not too far from me and it might be very akward to be walking in a park one day and call it out only to be looked at by the Martha. Hard to explain that away.

Fluffy Daniels: Ross has vehemently vetoed this name as he says that it is his porn name and he won't share it in case he ever wants to change careers.

Rod Stewart: I just hate him. I can not in could conscience name anything after someone I hate that much no matter how much joy it would bring me to do so.

Once these were officially decided against the nominees are:
Ostinato: A dorky music geek related name involving repeating patterns in music

Fluffy Schmutzer: Mick's (mr. ma dukes) porn name. Ross just said that I can't use HIS porn name. He has okayed this and does not in the least consider it copyright infringement of any sort.

Please tell me how you feel about these names and what your personal choice is. For those blogger babies you can post comments without a blogger ID. Just click on comments type your little heart out and post it as anonymous and click post.

Much Love.
e

Friday, May 19, 2006

Chewbaca

Nothing lulls a girl to sleep quite like the lullaby-like whinings of a fan. A fan that sounds just like CHEWBACA!!!!

On another note I am currently in the business class lounge awaiting departure for the states. I am so happy to be going home at last! Lot's of new pictures in the next few days.



Whhahwahhahh....(says chewbabca the posessed fan)

e

Friday, May 12, 2006

tired in Ennis Ireland

I somehow happened to bear witness to Ireland's 3 days of real summer. Glorious, really, but so few places have a/c. SO very hot, hot, hot. I wilt in the heat. In spite of the fact that I spend much time in desert climes I just wilt. And at least they have chilled pools. Yes, chilled pools in the desert. I love them.

ANd somehow I am on the sleeping pattern of death. The kind where you are up all night and fall nicely asleep at about 6am only to wake again at about 4pm and do it all over again. And no, dad, this is not an alcohol induced craziness. Nor am I a lesbian (yet dad, yet)

Tommorrow morning I am headed out of here and back into the lovely chilled pools and air conditioned resorts of the middle east.

Pictures of the Cliffs of Moher coming soon.

e

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Erika Goes On A Roadtrip. And All You get Are these LOUSY pictures!!!!


After 10 years of wanting I have finally visited the Hostel in the Trees in Brunswick Georgia!!!! You are probably thinking, "WHat the hell took you so long to get there, kid?" Right? I will admit, it is rather out of character to deny myself much of anything for more than a few hours. I am a hedonist. It is not in my nature. But in any event. SO WORTH IT!!!!! YOu simply must go there immediately. Abandon your wives, quit your jobs, sell your souls...I don't care what it takes!!!!! Just Go!!!

You simply have not lived until you have slept in a tree house! Trust me. I am your travel goddess. I know all things. Go There.

My trip started on earnest in Bahrain. I worked there. And instead of doing the rational thing and spending the night before heading home to see poor overworked Ross I rode that damn air plane all the way back to Baltimore. ANd then rented a car. And then drove to Georgia. All in all over a thousand miles.

I stopped for the night in North Carolina and then Beaufort South Carolina where I made lovely friends at Luthers Bar. Here's a shout out to my Luther peeps!!! And then I finally made it to the Hostel in the Trees in Brunswick Georgia. Also known to me as "that place from which much hapiness is born."

As it turns out, mama dukes and Mick were hitting a bike weekend in Northern Florida. And before I knew it all threee of us were finally in the same place at the same time. As you probably know, this is not a common occurence for my family. If we are within 500miles or so of each other we try and put in the effort and get together.

I must say, Mama dukes is looking FINE. Best she's looked in years! GO mom.

THe rest, as it is said, is history.

We slept in a tree house. Each of the different tree houses at Hostel in thge Forest are different and each are hand crafted by a different artist. It's like sleeping in a piece of art hanging out in the sky. Each are open on three sides to the woods, but screened in to protect from bugs. I want to live in a tree house! If that makes me a monkey, so be it!

We visited Jekkly Islands Driftwood beach. Haunting and lovely. THere, I learned that there are a thousand ways to sit in a tree. And each one is better than the one before. I swam naked in the ocean and howled at the moon.

The following day, mom Mick and I tried in vain, of course, to catch the final ferry of teh day to Cumberland Island to see the Wild Horses. As we are rather lax in time management we ended up visiting the Submarine Museum instead.

That evening mom and I stayed up in the trees while mick lived up the road at the RV. He thinks we're nuts, by the way. Big Surprise. Mom and I are used to that assessment. After a great dinner with the hostel-mates there was fire and wine and music. All in perfect compliment.

Our final morning at the hostel mom and I wandered the trails and showere at the Angel Shower, a lovely outdoor shower surrounded by trees and art. Then we said our goodbyes to our new friends and joined Mick for a tour of the nearby islands on the Harleys. Mom looks good on a Harley. I must say.

Finally, after a few more hours of driving I am in Valdosta Georgia where, unfortunately, I head back to work tomorrow. But it's a little hard to complain about going to Ireland, isn't it? SO I'll shut now.

Enjoy the pictures. And Go to the Hostel in the Trees!!!!

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Two Hostel bathrooms. Posted by Picasa

Angel Shower. Yes it's out doors Posted by Picasa

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Tree House. You get to sleep in these at Hostel in The Forest Posted by Picasa

Yoga SPace at Hostel in the Forest Posted by Picasa

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I bet you wish your bathroom had a hand made stained glass window in it like Hostel in the forest Posted by Picasa

Pretty Potty at Hostel in the Trees. A Pleasure to poo in  Posted by Picasa

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Patches made by WWII submarine soldiers Posted by Picasa

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Mom driving a submarine at the Submarine Museum near Cumberland Island, Georgia Posted by Picasa

Analise, Nicole and Jeremy (bottom to top) HOstel in the Forest volunteers who rock Posted by Picasa