Tag: Erin
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The time I was a security guard
A memory No, really. I’m not kidding. It was the summer of 1998, and the boys at the fraternity house down the street were working for a security company that needed hands for their upcoming Stevie Nix concert. Looking back, it’s hilarious that the boys decided to call the sorority house for “backup security” but…
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How to make it harder, better, longer (my workout, that is)
I used to watch TV while I exercised. I would plan my workout time around “Friends” reruns and play little games with myself during my runs: I can’t look down at the mileage or time until this commercial break is over, or I can’t take a sip of water until this scene ends. I had…
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Are friends your family or are family your friends?
It’s so amazing how busy our lives can get the older we get. Remember college days where all we had to do was hang out with each other, maybe do a little studying (I know, laugh with me), and maybe a part-time job? We weren’t scattered all over the country (or even all over the…
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Flashing boobs at wedding guests and other horrors
A memory It is 2004, September 04. The day of my wedding. Any stress that goes along with planning one’s wedding had escaped me the day before, as I sat at Aunt Josies’ at my bridesmaids’ luncheon surrounded by Mom, Mia (my grandmother), my sister Jenny, my aunt and cousins and bridesmaids – basically, all the…
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Unfinished rum is not trash
A memory It’s 1998 and Erin has asked me to move into the sorority house with her for the summer. My first summer away from home! I borrow my parents’ Previa van and load up my belongings from my dorm room, then swing over to Erin’s dorm and we load up her belongings. One of…
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Unfinished rum is not trash
A memory It’s 1998 and Erin has asked me to move into the sorority house with her for the summer. My first summer away from home! I borrow my parents’ Previa van and load up my belongings from my dorm room, then swing over to Erin’s dorm and we load up her belongings. One of…