Body image

I do not have Body Issues.

I wear clothing that Fits Properly.

I have a Healthy Self Esteem.

I understand the importance of a Balanced Diet.

1. I have no Obsessive Compulsions.
2. I have no Obsessive Compulsions.
3. I have no Obsessive Compulsions.
4. I have no Obsessive Compulsions.
5. I have no Obsessive Compulsions.

I DO NOT have all the Jane Fonda workout tapes in boxes that have never been opened.

Metallic spandex is excellent workout attire.


I DID Stop the Insanity.

I believe that pork is The Other White Meat.

Flashback

Hi.

Sleepy's right, I need a break. So howzabout a flashback?

Meet Erin of the people.

Writer gone wild

The administration apologizes in advance for the following.

I am tapped out so I am just going to do what we writers call stream of conscious writing. That is when you start typing and don't stop. You just type whatever comes to your head. I have a cat jar on my desk. It is a cookie jar. I bought it for my gram when she was alive because it looked like a big old tomcat I had named Al. He weighed 18 pounds and used to sleep with me when I was single and love on me. I loved Al. He got sick and died. He was 8 pounds when we put him down.

Gram loved Al too. When she died my aunt said, "You gave her the jar, you go on and take it." So now I have the jar. It is next to a music box that my dad gave me that does not work. It is a crystal domed thing with two dancers that would twirl around to "Somewhere My Love." Then there is a picture of Dad and one of my brother.

I have way too much dead guy stuff. This isn't working out so well. I have to go now.

Bye.

Emergency share time, #6

Please take time for an educational interlude ourtesy of one a great educational supporter, Bill Lippincott.

10:15 a.m. update: Having now viewed this important footage in its entirety for the second time, I urge all of you to watch this through to the end.

Now then, please excuse me while I search for my intravagina and multiple g-spots.

Sincerely,

Erin O'Brien

80's redux and miscellaneous roundup

We went to an 80's party over the weekend, hence the pix for this blog. Took me about an hour to comb out the Big Hair tease. And although I didn't have so much as one
date with Biff in the 80's, look at the hot number I hooked up with for the party. Click on any pic to enlarge.

We're not gonna take it!

I loved this post by Doug Hoffman. Girls, go on over there and get hysterical.

I had ErinCam! on the other day and a newbie joined the chat. I asked him how he found me. He said he searched for oldest person that was live on Stickam and my page came up. Nice, huh?

In the previous post (1981), the Goat has a mustache. He had it when we married, but for some reason has since shaved it off (I can't remember when). I have implored him relentlessly to grow it back to no avail. Hence, I invite you bloggers to use the comment section to convince him to reconsider the 'stash or email the Goat privately with your reasons why he should get making with the whiskers.

Answers to some questions about me and the Goat in the 1981 post that I didn't get to in the comments (sorry, but some days you eat the bear and some days the bear eats you and lately, that mother's been dining high if you know what I mean):

I was born in March 1965. The Goat was born in December 1956. We were married in November 1992.

holy shit!

The 1981 pic of me was taken at a jazz concert at Blossom Music Center in Stow, Ohio. My Dearly Beloved's pic was taken at a golf outing in Buffalo, NY.

My Splendid King does not look like Harry Reems.

I never did aerobics back then. I still have that bandana. I wasn't really Miss December, 1986, but goddamnit, I should have been!