Why do some adults do what they do to their children? I realize I have two N's on the end of my name but Erinn is pretty normal. Right? I like to come from a normal family, other than the fact that my parents allowed me to play little league football in the 5th grade.
Almost all baby name websites show that the top 10 names of each year are just the classics. Recently it has been popular to go with the old school names though from our grandparents' childhood. That's cute, and I liked it too until the kids that I nanny told me that they each have 2 Jacks, 4 Henrys and 3 Sophias in each of their classes. Now the only way I feel justified in using one of these names if it belongs to a family member.
Even though these classic names are at the top of the charts I know there has to be a list somewhere of the most weirdunique baby names. I just can't find a good one. Some examples though would be:
adding -son to the end of any given word, maybe those popular among the dads? and tagging it to your son's birth certificate.
Uteson
Nikeson
Espnson
Workson
Hudson
Hudson is the only real one, but more exist!
adding McK- to the beginning of your favorite word or -y to the end.
I would post my list of baby names but you know how private those are.
One week ago today was the worst experience I have had, IN MY LIFE. Also since then it has been the topic of conversation with any friends or acquaintances that I run in to. Probably because they saw the below picture online.
I was asleep by 11pm and I heard noises that woke me at 11:30 just outside my window. The window acts as my headboard. I kneeled up on my bed and separated the blinds halfway up to look out and see four people giggle and run away. I thought it was strange but I went back to bed. I few seconds later I though I should go check the front window, I really wanted to know who it was and what they were doing! I got out of bed, looked around and couldn't find anything at all. I got back in bed but a few minutes later I heard noises again. This time I was going to be sneaky. I kneeled on my bed but peeked through the blinds at the BOTTOM of the window so that maybe they wouldn't be able to see me. What was on the other side of the blinds on the window ledge?
A white rat.
I jumped off of my bed quicker than I knew to be possible and ran into the kitchen on my way to Tehya's room. Unfortunately I tripped over a kitchen chair and slammed my head into the glass paned cabinet and shattered it. Pain didn't stop me, I got up and kept running all the way to her room. All the roommates were upstairs now thinking that I had been victim of an attempted kidnapping or something. Thank goodness that wasn't the case, but the real issue was just about as scary. I made it into Tehya's room and stayed in there with my bleeding arm and swollen forehead for about a half an hour while Katherine and Amanda got that little pesky rodent off of my screen window. How did they capture it? Oh just in the cookie jar with an oven mitt. I think they both got thrown away though.
The boys had put the rat through a quarter sized hole in my screen and it climbed down onto the ledge. Although the rat was gone I still wasn't going to get in my bed. It never touched my sheets or anything but I couldn't do it. So I slept with Rachel. But first I went to Walgreens and bought some Clorox wipes to take care of the window sill. I still can't bring myself to touch the blinds though.
The End.
And then I lived happily after but completely on guard.
I have just started up another year in the Parks, Recreation & Tourism department at the U. Yes, some of my classmates are getting a degree to be trail guides and ski instructors. My emphasis is commercial recreation because I want to be an event planner. Well or use my minor and be a computer nerd. Anyway, last year, both semesters I had a blast, school was a breeze and assignments were the least of my worries. You never heard the word "test" even uttered within the walls of these rooms. Half the time I felt like I was on a field trip or at a summer camp. A $4,000 summer camp. (But look what Obama promises!!!
How exciting and misleading and unrealstic is that?)
Back to the PRT topic. I HAVE HARD CLASSES NOW GUYS!! I never thought the day would come but I'm doing big finance problems and studying huge amounts of legal terms AND WRITING PAPERS! It's quite the change, but I was ready to see what this college thing was all about. I'm just realizing it at my Senior year. Cool.
I've been nannying for the past little bit and the most demanding part of my job is driving the mini-van through the looping drop off at the private Catholic school. Seriously such an exhausting job. Anyway--what's up with carpool moms? I think they're a little different than soccer moms--maybe I should call them private school moms, but then again I think I remember a few of thee from back in the day at Burton Elementary. Not a private school.
Carpool Moms:
drive either a Land Cruiser, Land Rover/Ranger, Audi Q7, or a minivan
wear oversized sunglasses no matter the weather
feel comfortable in high heels at 8am
own more Lulu Lemon than anyone I've ever met
walk their children to the door instead of pulling through the drop off (necessary for the whole lot to see their outfit)
I'm sure they're nice. Just kind of rubbing me the wrong way--but then again it could because of the fact that I'm up so early. And I'm sorry but while searching images of this topic this was found. Check out the blog I grabbed it from below. How funny is this girl?
JR HIGH
Kaysville Junior High, the good years when I was one of few kids with a cell phone, I thought I was pretty cool, and my mom was nice enough to always drive my friends and I places if our Razor scooters couldn't make it. Jr High rocked. I even had a boyfriend who was A NINTH GRADER. Once I got to my sophomore year at Dear Old DHS though I realized that life was exponentially better with a car. Granted, when I got my permit at 15 my parents let me drive our car around the neighborhood to hang out with friends, but now having a real car meant for real roads with a real license!? How amazing.
*~aLl dReSsEd uP & nOwHeRe 2 go~*
Until my mom dropped us off at the high school football game.
Waiting for a ride outside Farmington Pool, TOTALLY AWESOME.
This is us, the typical Jr. High girls dropped off at the mall for a Friday night.
HIGH SCHOOL
How about the fact that there's.....nothing....more restricting than having the permissions to drive but being unable to. My 16th birthday was on a Saturday and the DMV was closed. So I had to wait until Monday to get my license. Oh, a government run office is closed on COLUMBUS DAY? Not surprised. I cried. I cried so hard that I think my mom was a little reluctant to even let me drive home using my permit. Tuesday rolled around and I finally got that little piece of paper that allowed me to drive. And I swear the heavens opened. Fergalicious blasted through those speakers on the daily as we drove to lunch.
I don't know if I'm more embarrassed by the kissy face or the Chanel earrings, either way, Amanda and I had some great times taking cool pics in the car. She liked her hair like that too.
COLLEGE
Nothing cool happened regarding a car or driving privileges when college started.
TODAY
Today is technically still college, but not the same as any of my past years at college. You know what is awful about this year? I SOLD MY CAR. Planning to buy a new one that day--things fell through, and it has now been nearly 1 month of being carless. I haven't cried like I did on Columbus Day '06, but seeing myself after a full day of running errands with my sweaty helmet on and riding my scooter has almost been enough to push me over the edge. NEW CAR PLEASE COME SOON!
Why is it that every boy looks attractive when he is in dress clothes? Is that not the truth? I'm at church on Sunday and I think I see a hottie until I see him later in the week and he's got on some baggy jeans with a pair of DC shoes. DC shoes are at the bottom tier of style along with KSwiss in my book.
What is business casual though? Let me tell you, that was a pressing question for a few days for me as I prepared for a convention I attended in Arizona this week. Is this business casual? Is this formal? Is saying the phrase "business casual" invigorating and make me feel grown up and important? Yeah so what. My dad always tells me that I'm 21 and I know everything there is to know, so I am grown up. Although he is usually being sarcastic I think, not positive.
Anyway, I saw a variety of BC (business casual) (hastagbusinesscasual) at the convention this weekend. I mean bless the hearts of some of the women who think that clubbing attire is acceptable of a person involved in professional field. I'm not calling my sorority convention a professional field. I'm talking about business attire. And if it works on State Street it doesn't work in the conference room. I am regretful to announce that I didn't capture any pics of these innocent women. Honestly I'm disappointed in myself. I was just too busy worrying about when I was going to get my next meal. And in bringing up "meals" let's discuss the matter of lunch on Day 2. Lettuce with an ice cream scoop of tuna, and four Ritz crackers.
Besides the fact that business casual is fun to say I might add that the convention was fun! I love what Alpha Phi stands for. It really is such a successful and enormous organization.
