Erin The Great

I have now been back on my ‘life source’ (Dr. Pepper) for 3 wonderful days now. I think if I had to go even a week longer without it, it might have been necessary for those who know me to get a court order, forcing me to go back on it.

I know you would like to think I’m kidding, but I’m really not. I think the last straw was last Friday when I was driving to work and I happened upon 3 construction workers walking in the middle of the road. Ordinarily I would just slow down and make a moving gesture with my arms while they sauntered out of the way. Well being at the end of my ‘Lent rope’ I not only sped up to about 45 mph but also started yelling and screaming at them to get out of my *&%*$#^ way! Not my finest 10 minutes, but luckily they got the hint that the crazy lady wasn’t about to slow down and promptly moved out of the way.

Since 12:01 Saturday morning I’ve been relaxed, chill, and ridiculously unfazed by my crazy life. To me Lent couldn’t have ended fast enough. To celebrate my enthusiasm I’ve decided to write a really bad poem:

Disclaimer: I’m a writer, not a poet.

“Dr. Pepper how I love thee, I hope beyond hope that you
never leave me.
In Plano Texas I do trust, if the bottling factory closes, it’ll
be a bust.
And in a padded room I’d remain, for the rest of my natural
born life.

The comfort and relaxation you bring to my soul, the
glistening liquid as a whole.
Flows through my veins, bringing them life, when I’m without
you, it cuts like a knife. A pain I hope others never know.

So to Dr. Pepper I’ll pledge my allegiance, no other nectar will have such
brilliance! Forever yours I’ll stay.”

Sorry to put you folks through that. I will never claim to be good at poetry. But it felt nice to get my feelings out there. Thank you for support and not judging me too badly for that awful display.