Being Erica

Meet Erica…
Here are the ABC’s of Being Erica: She’s thirty-two years old, perpetually single and making barely enough money at the dead-end job she’s about to lose. Her friends are busy getting married, buying their first homes and climbing the corporate ladder. They’re moving up and on in their lives and leaving Erica in the dust.

After suffering a series of mishaps that ultimately land her in the hospital, Erica meets the mysterious Dr. Tom – a therapist who knows a lot about her. He issues a bizarre challenge – if she wants to fix her life, he can help her. Frustrated and heartsick about how her past choices have lead her to this current, pitiful situation, Erica accepts his terms. Her first homework assignment: Erica is to provide the good doctor with a detailed list of her life’s greatest regrets. And it’s one long list.

Then comes the fun part. Suddenly, Erica is supernaturally launched back into her own past to make different choices this time around. Each episode, she knocks off one more item on her list.

Coolness!

It made me wonder, however.

In reality, would new choices really change anything? Or do we wind up who we are…no matter what? I make decisions every day. Some important, some not-so-much. But they’re mine. And they all seemed good (or good enough) at the time. So perhaps we shouldn’t waste time wondering what might have happened, and instead take full ownership of our choices. At least that’s what I’m intending to do.

Nonetheless…
I LOVE Being Erica‘s adorable, bumbling, teachable Erica. Her therapy is my therapy. Often times, the sage council she gets from Dr Tom goes right into the notebook I save for important saying and quotes. Here are a few of my favorites from season one:
 
“What do you do when you see your life as a series of bad choices, when you’d give anything to’ve made different ones? The question is, if you could go back and do it all differently, would you still be you?”

“Our lives are like a house of cards. Some of the cards are cosmetic. While others are low bearing walls. You move one of those cards and the whole thing comes tumbling down. Chip away at what makes you “you” and you become something else.” -Dr Tom

“Why can’t I meet someone whose not damaged or crazy or a…fake African mask collector?”

“It wasn’t the humiliation of other people seeing me, it was more me questioning my own judgement. And ever since then, I’m just so picky… As far as relationships go, it’s debilitating…as soon as I meet someone, I start looking for faults.”

“Learn to be what you are, and learn to resign with good grace all that you are not.”

“Life is about choices. Every day, every moment is a choice…And all you have to decide is…what’s your choice going to be here.”

Plus, Lily Frost’s darling theme song charms my socks off.

Being Erica

Meet Erica…
Here are the ABC’s of Being Erica: She’s thirty-two years old, perpetually single and making barely enough money at the dead-end job she’s about to lose. Her friends are busy getting married, buying their first homes and climbing the corporate ladder. They’re moving up and on in their lives and leaving Erica in the dust.

After suffering a series of mishaps that ultimately land her in the hospital, Erica meets the mysterious Dr. Tom – a therapist who knows a lot about her. He issues a bizarre challenge – if she wants to fix her life, he can help her. Frustrated and heartsick about how her past choices have lead her to this current, pitiful situation, Erica accepts his terms. Her first homework assignment: Erica is to provide the good doctor with a detailed list of her life’s greatest regrets. And it’s one long list.

Then comes the fun part. Suddenly, Erica is supernaturally launched back into her own past to make different choices this time around. Each episode, she knocks off one more item on her list.

Coolness!

It made me wonder, however.

In reality, would new choices really change anything? Or do we wind up who we are…no matter what? I make decisions every day. Some important, some not-so-much. But they’re mine. And they all seemed good (or good enough) at the time. So perhaps we shouldn’t waste time wondering what might have happened, and instead take full ownership of our choices. At least that’s what I’m intending to do.

Nonetheless…
I LOVE Being Erica‘s adorable, bumbling, teachable Erica. Her therapy is my therapy. Often times, the sage council she gets from Dr Tom goes right into the notebook I save for important saying and quotes. Here are a few of my favorites from season one:
 
“What do you do when you see your life as a series of bad choices, when you’d give anything to’ve made different ones? The question is, if you could go back and do it all differently, would you still be you?”

“Our lives are like a house of cards. Some of the cards are cosmetic. While others are low bearing walls. You move one of those cards and the whole thing comes tumbling down. Chip away at what makes you “you” and you become something else.” -Dr Tom

“Why can’t I meet someone whose not damaged or crazy or a…fake African mask collector?”

“It wasn’t the humiliation of other people seeing me, it was more me questioning my own judgement. And ever since then, I’m just so picky… As far as relationships go, it’s debilitating…as soon as I meet someone, I start looking for faults.”

“Learn to be what you are, and learn to resign with good grace all that you are not.”

“Life is about choices. Every day, every moment is a choice…And all you have to decide is…what’s your choice going to be here.”

Plus, Lily Frost’s darling theme song charms my socks off.

city girl deep in the field

“What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?”
-Henry David Thoreau

some visual highlights from my work trip to Wichita Falls:

Despite my hard hat and yellow reflective vest, they wouldn’t let me drive the back hoe.
(If this was a full body shot, you’d’ve seen my snazzy steel-toed boots!)
My very first grade one gas pipe leak. I’ll never forget that smell!!
While out scouting a new development, we came across this poor little guy.

Mary segway-ing it while spending a morning with Jimmy, the friendly meter reader.
 

We got chased by this dog. I might have screamed.
Coming back from a quick trip ‘cross the boarder to Oklahoma.

city girl deep in the field

“What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?”
-Henry David Thoreau

some visual highlights from my work trip to Wichita Falls:

Despite my hard hat and yellow reflective vest, they wouldn’t let me drive the back hoe.
(If this was a full body shot, you’d’ve seen my snazzy steel-toed boots!)
My very first grade one gas pipe leak. I’ll never forget that smell!!
While out scouting a new development, we came across this poor little guy.

Mary segway-ing it while spending a morning with Jimmy, the friendly meter reader.
 

We got chased by this dog. I might have screamed.
Coming back from a quick trip ‘cross the boarder to Oklahoma.

1/5th of #11 is in the can

4(ish) down 36 to go.
9.30.11: Jaxx Steakhouse. Blackened chicken salad with crab-stuffed mushrooms
(see that wee guy in the front? he’s the first one I ate)
The first bite was ok. 
For the sake of the experiment (aka: “The List”), I didn’t swallow it down all quick-like (like when I was a kid trying to clean my plate before Dad tied me to the chair. But that’s another story.) I chewed slowly, allowing my tongue and taste buds to experience (and possible savor?) this new taste in my mouth. 
As I said, the first bite was ok; non-whelming at best. So I immediately speared a second ‘shroom. It, too, was ok. And, I must say, I was feeling mighty cocky. Halfway through the third bite, however, the novelty suddenly wore off, and knew if I didn’t fully ingest soon, the entire restaurant would be seeing bites 1-3 again. In living color. (Or in shades of mushroomy gray, in this case.)
All of which leads me to determine–once and for all…
I don’t like mushrooms.
Now, I can see how some people might consider this first attempt a FAIL. But the exercise wasn’t to necessarily prove that–because of my finicky ways–I’ve been missing out on this major deliciousness my whole life. The exercise was to try something new. And be brave about it. 
Therefore: Huge success. HUGE
So I’ll say it again….
I don’t like mushrooms!!
The End.

10.1.11: Braums. banana split 
(see those little yellow devils poking out the end?)

Those of you who know me, know that–although I LOVE bananas with a grand passion–I have an even grander passion about how I eat them. Or rather how I WILL NOT eat them. 
The wills: peel the banana myself and eat immediately.
The will nots: basically every other way. No banana bread, no bananas foster, no banana pudding, no banana cream pie, no fried peanut butter & banana sandwich, no bananarama… 
You get the point.
But this is war.
Braums dessert is my krytonite, so I figured it was a safe place to conduct tonight’s experiment. And if there were any potential mishaps, like yesterday’s mushroom near-debacle, I would at least have three scoops of ice cream to cheer me up. 
Allow me to set the scene:
The night was warm, the hour was late. My partner-in-crime and I were sitting outside in her Chevy Malibu–because the inside of beloved Braums is always too cold and smells like rotten bacon. Said banana split was balancing on my knees. I started at the vanilla side, bravely loading up my white plastic fork with a little something from every layer.
I was a bit worried about the slime-factor/mushiness, of the banana but–perhaps because of its near-frozen state–the texture was rather……perfect. 
I loved it. 
And, although I didn’t finish the entire thing (it was huge, mind you, and I’d just eaten a plate of fish n’ chips from a neighborhood Irish Pub we just found), I pretty much kicked the crap out of that sundae. 
Another success.