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You Say It's Your Birthday....

Happy Birthday to my best amiga and sister-in-law, Erin!



You are CRAZY GOOD!

My Blog Boss

This post goes out to Erin, since she "spoke aloud" on Twitter.  She said she wishes we would update our blog more.  Yeah, yeah.  I'm no Wonder Woman lady! 

Erin is like my blog boss.  If I go a few days (or, gasp, a few weeks), I get called into her office. 

    "Thank you for coming into my office, Mrs. Casey.  I asked you to come in here today because I've noticed you've been slacking in the blog department.  I'm wondering what we can do to remediate this situation.  Hmmm??"

I probably tell her something like, "I'm sorry.  I'll try harder.  But the coffee stinks around here and the guy in the next cube over has bad gas.  It's very hard to concentrate."

Knowing Erin, she'll tell me to, "suck it up" and that the guy in the next cube over is her brother.  She's ruthless like that.

But she did get me to update our blog.

The Return of Wonder Woman..

 

It was recently brought to my attention that a post I made a month ago about Erin was deleted from our site.  For some reason it caused technical difficulties and Shaun deleted it (he couldn’t see it on his computer…?).  Anyway, I wanted to re-post it for two reasons.  One, I spent a great deal of time putting Erin’s head on Wonder Woman’s body (I don’t have Photoshop) and Two, I want to have it in our archives.  So here it is again, from my memory bank:

I don’t know how Erin does it.  I really don’t.  I recently completed a two-day seminar and then an off-site meeting.  Erin does this stuff every week.  She drives her kids to school (two different schools in two different states) and then commutes an hour each way to work.  Once at work its meetings, meetings, some therapy time for a co-worker in angst and then more meetings.  Once she’s home it’s dinner for the kids, homework with the oldest two (this ain’t your mother’s homework – her two oldest go to a private school with a very strict academic schedule), packing lunches, going through backpacks, baths, laundry etc…Then after the kids go to bed she does more of her own work.

Awhile ago she went back to school to obtain her master’s degree.  She did this while working full-time and raising children.  She also maintained a perfect 4.0 GPA.  Oh, she’s also written two books and is always looking for the next charitable thing to do (a missionary trip to Africa perhaps?)….

Anyway, I’m tired just writing that.  I know someday, once the boys get older, my life will become more chaotic (not that it's completely calm now).  It’s a part of being a parent I suppose.  We don’t get credit for this stuff (nor are we necessarily looking for it), it’s just something we do. 

Erin is my Wonder Woman.  I look up to her and am constantly asking her what she isn’t doing.  I’m still waiting for a ride in her invisible jet though….

Happy Birthday Erin!

Vintage Key West (circa 1996)

Today is Erin's 38th birthday!!  Wait...no, that's not right.  Let's see (counting on fingers)..I think she's 37?  No no no she's 36!!  Thirty-six years she's been on this planet, and she looks marvelous!  Erin's not only my sister-in-law, but she's also my SPiC.  That's my Shopping Partner in Crime.  We don't actually commit any crime, unless you call me putting odd things in her shopping cart when she isn't looking (think hemorrhoid cremes and small leopard-spotted speedos), or pretending our shopping carts are the motorcycles from CHiPs (I'm Ponch and she's John), or me asking what types of condoms she uses while a nervous looking man next to me peruses the tampon section for his lady.  Ahhh...fun times for sure.  Immature?  Yes!  Will we ever "grow up" - No!  Our bodies may wrinkle, our boobs may sag, our hair may gray and our memory will fade - but grow up?  Never!

So Happy Birthday my very young friend!!

-Vicky

P.S. Back in the day, I called Erin Rhonda and she called me Vicky.