is now officially known as Erin Elizabeth Mays Caudill to the US government - or will be within 24 hours, when the dB catches up.

just saw Megan in her new play, and she was fabulous!

made a roux, and didn't even burn it! Didn't get along well with the cheese, though, so I'll have to roux another day. [Baha!]

test ping

son of a bitch, already

so, key bank sent me a fun new "pay pass" master-check-card several months ago. i activated it and starting using it, assuming that they would eventually cut off the old one.

this was appearently not true.

today, someone bought $400 worth of stuff at a Meijer in michigan using the OLD check card number, which i think i probably destroyed and threw out 4 or more months ago.

i don't recall any instructions arriving with my new card that instructed me about how to deactivate the old card.

why, why, oh why, would they allow two active cards in one person's name?

what's extra lovely about this is that in another month the old card would have expired of it's own volition anyway.

at any rate, not a 100% crisis, as I should get the money back no problem and the charge did not completely wipe out the account or anything. but still, not cool.

what were they?

i really want to get back to my outside interests.

i'm pretty sure i used to have some.

and we're back!

sort of.

i just want to talk about something i noticed on myspace.

so, i'm on the myspace public homepage, but because there are some people creating sweet verbal riffs in their "private" profiles that I simply must read (ok, I really don't blame you, 'cause myspace can be a little scary and if used it for a whole lot besides reading your blogs I would probably totally make my profile private, too).

anyway, i notice this big add on the page about searching for jobs on myspace. they have a job search. if that isn't a random grasp and legitimacy, i'm not really sure what is. especially since i can't imaging what kind of employers are posting jobs on myspace, plus those employers can probably see your drunkass pictures on your ever lovin' sparkly blogs with little twinkle crap that moves around and the skanky song you have playing.

goodness.

i'm going to drive to NY to go to Bri and Jon's wedding because I said I would. When I mailed the little reply card and said that I wasn't coming to the food part of the reception (steak, chicken or fish, says the card...my future potential wedding fesitivies will be a total heehaw compared to this thing). However, the intention was to stop by, see everyone presented 'n stuff and leave the gift, which i purchased several weekends ago in a very organized manner.

When I sent the card, I did not occurr to me that the only place that listed the recpetion location was indeed that little card. And since there's like 4 hours between the ceremony and reception, I had planned to find something cool to look at (like a local independent bookstore, go figure) and wait it out. Now, however, I don't have any way to get directions from the church to the reception, except maybe a the ceremony, but not everyone provides that. Plus, in order to accomplish this, I was going to get home at like 2am at best, having left home at like 7am to make it the six hours to Endicott NY in the first place.

So, I feel guilt, and I'm still going to go, but just to the ceremony. For some reason, Mark has vaguely agreed to drive for 6 hours, see two people he's never met and at this rate is likely to never meet again ('cept they live in KY now, which is way weird, so you never know) and then immediately drive 6 hours back.

He doesn't know that yet, though, 'cause he's not home and I just figured out that I don't know where the reception is. Maybe he'll go the smart thing and ditch.

I guess I'll have to mail the gift. Hopefully, they'll print their address on the program, or Jon will send it to me, or something. Please, oh please...I don't think I have the receipt.