tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567236269169311382024-03-13T22:44:46.671-04:00w.w.e.d.?erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-48822097355105989092014-10-01T23:03:00.002-04:002014-10-01T23:03:51.386-04:00i was having such a good day...
and then some guy in dallas comes down with a scorching case of ebola. fannnntastic.
erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-15661807622106278072013-08-03T00:58:00.000-04:002013-08-03T01:01:32.070-04:00real life.
there are so many cliche little pleasantries i could use to kick off this comeback entry. let's just get right to the meat of it:
i had a baby.
matt got fired.
indiana was in and out of the hospital.
and in and out of the hospital.
we sold our house.
we bought a house.
in houston.
and now i think fox has west nile virus. which means that in real life he probably has a colderinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-63653278018208166922013-01-29T07:13:00.002-05:002013-01-29T07:26:08.876-05:00their take on the matter.
i thought it'd be a good idea to record for posterity how F & I felt about a few baby-related matters. ready or not, nobody in this household is walking away from february 2013 without getting his or her world turned upside down (are we not at all slightly concerned about the big sister?) (and try to look past all the boogers and drippage):
erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-64274285145751042482012-12-01T20:57:00.001-05:002012-12-01T20:58:34.322-05:00españa with the burtons.
so in october matt and i went to spain. by ourselves. we dubbed it an anniversary trip. i think we've officially stopped celebrating our anniversary on our actual anniversary. fate can smell it coming, and over the last few years april 23rd has usually been crashed by business trips, pediatric ER visits and miscarriages. you know, super fun adult stuff. so erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-20681402192583290752012-11-30T01:45:00.000-05:002012-11-30T01:54:18.017-05:00vimeo and i have been in a fight...
but tonight she decided to call a truce and finally let me upload. and when i say finally, i mean that this footage is over a year old (and almost too shaky for me to want to even post it up). but in an effort to change my ways and actually finish something i start, here it is. if you're not a skeen or a burton, this video will likely put you to sleep. and 'utah in erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-19412415720741549972012-11-12T18:17:00.001-05:002012-11-12T18:17:34.109-05:00we be trippin'.
we've officially been forced entered into the "roadtrip era" of our family's history, thanks to our two ticketed-passenger, non-lap children. so we've purchased an appropriate family-sized vehicle and plan on making many memories therein. this past weekend we tried our hand at the national park thing with the kids, and it was wildly successful once we arrived erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-8646486039615991062012-11-08T14:08:00.001-05:002012-11-08T14:08:54.316-05:00OCD
she calls it counting "carmoles." every time she gets in nice and close for a snug, she starts grooming me like she's a mother ape looking for chiggers. she has to touch every single mole on my face, neck and chest before she's satisfied. last night, while scavenging for more carmoles, she attempted one of these
and got distracted by my chesterinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-67257708542774636102012-11-07T15:04:00.002-05:002012-11-07T15:06:42.009-05:00lion's mane.
iron & wine reminds me of winter in new york. when we moved into 1667 york ave apt 3N in december of '08, the previous tenants left behind a burned copy of iron & wine's "creek drank the cradle." we popped it in as we unpacked our lives into 800 square feet and put our 10 month old fox to bed every night in his bedroom with the brick wall. it became the soundtrack erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-29422429453648912812012-10-16T12:24:00.001-04:002012-10-16T12:25:13.089-04:00trés.
if you have never met my children and have no idea what each is like, this very aptly sums F&I up, respectively:
me: fox, what do you want to be when you grow up?
fox: i want to be a mechanical engineer!
me: indiana, what do you want to be when you grow up?
indiana: i want to be a tiger!!
we'll have another little mechanical engineer or tiger running around here in february.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-70455978221489364242012-09-09T02:08:00.000-04:002012-09-09T02:08:40.890-04:00happy saturday!
did i say we had drama in the 'hood? wow, let's take that up a notch or five.
this morning i woke up to a gunshot. i'm truly not trying to be coy or sensational, but to spare you the gory details, a neighbor decided to take the law into his own hands and protect himself against another neighbor's pitbull. it did not end well for the dog. and it ended right in my erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-20365297866210685502012-09-07T20:54:00.000-04:002012-09-07T20:54:51.843-04:00just some strong feelings of dislike.
i wouldn't call myself an overly dramatic person. on a scale of janet reno to LiLo, i'd say i'm somewhere in the middle. so when i say my neighborhood has been straight. up. Springer. for the last week, you can say a prayer of thanks in your heart that you don't live next door to me. so that sitch, combined with a few other hopefully insignificant moving-pain-thorns in my erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-64356150219579651952012-08-24T17:16:00.000-04:002012-08-24T17:17:57.546-04:00the wild west.
the other day i called up some auto shops in town to find out where i could get an emissions test and inspection done. i posed my question, and the woman on the other end of the line sat there in silence for a moment then asked, "what do you want to do, honey?" i explained i was new here and desired to register my car with the state, and she explained that all i needed to do was erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-58249086102119423862012-08-22T10:19:00.000-04:002012-08-22T10:19:45.864-04:00home on the range.
i live on the frontier. no, really. i hear coyotes howling at night, which is bad news for fox and his young boy dreams of someday sleeping out on the trampoline. the other day a dust devil tore off the foothill and knocked my house around and flipped over our tramp, which ironically is more wind action than i ever saw in tornado alley. and then while i talking erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-72875701292216976492012-08-21T19:19:00.000-04:002012-08-21T19:23:24.574-04:00just stuff.
1. west nile virus and dallas. it's like Providence above knew that i would absolutely crack up if i had to deal with that ish, and knock on wood, i haven't seen a one mosquito here in nevada. tender mercies. so then to make things interesting, my dear esposo goes and takes a vacation to dallas and while there plays outdoor volleyball till the wee hours of the morn erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-49310013330704439292012-07-11T23:46:00.001-04:002012-07-12T01:01:40.162-04:00home.
how in the world did i end up in northeastern nevada? six months ago matt and i were looking for homes in north texas. matt hasn't worn business casual since april. i'm shaking my head. and have i ever told you how deathly afraid of UFOs i am? it's been a problem since my childhood, and had you told childhood erin that she would be living in middle of nowhere erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-48633358855136620602012-06-04T05:13:00.002-04:002012-06-04T11:11:39.536-04:00welcome to helko.
as i, the designated burton family advance team, was approaching elko on friday night to meet matt and prep for the move next week, it appeared that the underworld was sending a little advance team of its own:
(if you immediately thought "ghostbusters 2": chest bumps.)
but grumpy apocalyptic cloud didn't vex our weekend. we found lots of treasures and took super crappy, erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-36022905781366162412012-05-16T03:06:00.000-04:002012-05-16T04:07:48.632-04:00metaphorically and literally.
life in a nutshell: not a lot of gray area up in here since arriving in utah/limbo. lots of major loveliness chased up by a few epic bummers. i've decided i'm okay with gray area.
and my beloved next-door neighbors have a trampoline. they should start charging us admission:
erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-21572282154216667712012-04-23T22:37:00.000-04:002012-04-24T12:50:15.177-04:00facts.
-- there is a women's roller derby league in elko.
-- two thirds of my favorite movies of all time involve female empowerment and/or sports and/or drew barrymore.
i have a somewhat educated hunch that joining a roller derby team isn't as easy as signing up for beginner hip hop classes at the 92Y, but i'm having a major ellen-page-whip-it moment right now. i hope i find my kristen erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-10126467800622431732012-04-10T16:37:00.002-04:002012-04-10T16:37:50.152-04:00final countdown.
things are getting really real over here. one week left in dallas. i'm a little weepy, especially after this happens:
me: "fox, this is your last week of preschool, so you've got to have a really good time with your friends and teachers before you go."
fox: "but i don't want to leave my preschool."
me, a bit over-the-top: "but fox remember how we're erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-4265179144222475892012-03-31T17:45:00.000-04:002012-03-31T17:56:04.407-04:00avoiding talking about moving.
we decided to end the experimentation in boyish long hair, and with that fox grew up three years in fifteen minutes.
i touched up the ol' ombre' (thanks, leighanne!).
vintage children's table and chairs: dallas craigslist for the win.
i had the chairs freshly reupholstered so the kids wouldn't get tetanus on some old staples, and now i need to erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-34911385131026515672012-03-26T13:22:00.000-04:002012-03-26T17:31:54.862-04:00weekend update
-- hello, salt lake city.
-- kids with grandparents: check. a relaxing (riiiiight) weekend ahead!
-- redrock brewery is delish. where have you been all my life, caprese sandwich?
-- kouing aman croissant at les madeleines bakery: my new, more sophisticated sprinkles cupcake disguised as a breakfast item.
-- conversation from themiddleofnowhere 1-80:
matt: "i want to erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-82139846765518456482012-03-20T09:15:00.000-04:002012-03-20T09:16:06.191-04:00this would be the best april fool's joke ever if it weren't for reals.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-50081609846085079632012-02-29T09:47:00.000-05:002012-02-29T18:34:28.011-05:00oh, the places we went.
unless your last name is burton or richards, this little video might be slightly boring to you. indie was on my hip for most of the filming (she didn't particularly care for the sand, i'm not surprised), and trying to keep a camera steady and in focus with one hand is still a talent i've yet to perfect. good memories.
erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-77986587718109114432012-02-28T19:25:00.001-05:002012-02-28T22:29:11.639-05:00hashtag: magickingdomaftermath
i just realized that i've had a bottle of ketchup sitting on my table for almost 24 hours. it wouldn't be that embarrassing if it were the worst offense, but the truth is that the open condiment bar on the dining room table is only a minor indication of how things look today at casa de la burton. items also found on the table: legos, unopened mail, lysol wipes, crayons, a glass of erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-47505254450111223392012-02-09T13:50:00.000-05:002012-02-10T01:35:27.716-05:00a big to-do.
i went to the costco photo center tonight to pick up an order. and after the woman behind the desk had looked for my order for five minutes, it hit me that i actually never placed my order at all, i had just made it all up in my head. that's full blown crazy right there. epic-levels-of-stress-on-all-fronts-induced crazy. either that or being 31 is going to be a lot erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156760135124657581noreply@blogger.com7