To all my friends and family...
Merry Christmas and I love you!!
12.25.2003
12.09.2003
Ahhh...young minds.
I was sitting in the house area today with some kids. One little boy (Prince) was playing "the Dad." This is what he told me:
Prince(with a very frustrated tone):I have to go back to work.
Me: Why?
Prince: Because some guy at my work is going to get fired on him so I have to get the fire department and I have to go use the computer and send him the internet!
Me: Sounds like fun Dad, have a good day.
Prince:Goodbye daughter...don't worry.
I was sitting in the house area today with some kids. One little boy (Prince) was playing "the Dad." This is what he told me:
Prince(with a very frustrated tone):I have to go back to work.
Me: Why?
Prince: Because some guy at my work is going to get fired on him so I have to get the fire department and I have to go use the computer and send him the internet!
Me: Sounds like fun Dad, have a good day.
Prince:Goodbye daughter...don't worry.
12.06.2003
Oh my god!
This test is really doing wonders for my self estem.
Which O.C. Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty
This test is really doing wonders for my self estem.
Which O.C. Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty
11.27.2003
11.25.2003
11.24.2003
I think I discovered the heaven of Fremont
Some of my closest friends and family members have been known to refer to me as a "food hound." You may think the dog reference would offend me, but not really; I actually understand it and I will admit that the nickname is accurate. I love fancy grocery stores. To me, Andronico's Market or Whole Foods is not just a trip to the store, it is an experience. When I worked in Dublin last summer I went to Whole Foods Market on my lunch break probably three days out of every week to just walk around. I guess it's just fun for me to see all the cuisine options that are out there. Fancy grocery stores are, well, my happy place.
I never thought I would feel that way about a Safeway. Today, I was proven wrong.
Today I experienced the brand new Safeway that just opened in Fremont. I started my shopping trip off with a Starbucks gingerbread latte. I took a few sips and then placed the coffee into the cup holder attached to my cart. (At this point I had already been greeted by at least three Safeway employees). I walked by the huge deli section and the olive bar. I then noticed the extensive wine selection they carried. Throughout the trip, several different employees offered to help me find what I was looking for. I walked into the produce section and noticed that I was standing on hardwood flooring. Nice touch. As I made my way to checkout, I noticed a manager who had just closed down his register. He noticed me and said, "Oh! Were you ready miss? Because I can help you here." He then unlatched the chain that blocks the aisle and let me push my cart in, and then re-latched the chain behind me. He opened the lane just for me! He offered me help to my car of course, which I declined, but as I was putting the bags into my car, another employee came up to me and took my cart back to the store for me. I was the best shopping trip I have ever been on. I think I am in love.
Some of my closest friends and family members have been known to refer to me as a "food hound." You may think the dog reference would offend me, but not really; I actually understand it and I will admit that the nickname is accurate. I love fancy grocery stores. To me, Andronico's Market or Whole Foods is not just a trip to the store, it is an experience. When I worked in Dublin last summer I went to Whole Foods Market on my lunch break probably three days out of every week to just walk around. I guess it's just fun for me to see all the cuisine options that are out there. Fancy grocery stores are, well, my happy place.
I never thought I would feel that way about a Safeway. Today, I was proven wrong.
Today I experienced the brand new Safeway that just opened in Fremont. I started my shopping trip off with a Starbucks gingerbread latte. I took a few sips and then placed the coffee into the cup holder attached to my cart. (At this point I had already been greeted by at least three Safeway employees). I walked by the huge deli section and the olive bar. I then noticed the extensive wine selection they carried. Throughout the trip, several different employees offered to help me find what I was looking for. I walked into the produce section and noticed that I was standing on hardwood flooring. Nice touch. As I made my way to checkout, I noticed a manager who had just closed down his register. He noticed me and said, "Oh! Were you ready miss? Because I can help you here." He then unlatched the chain that blocks the aisle and let me push my cart in, and then re-latched the chain behind me. He opened the lane just for me! He offered me help to my car of course, which I declined, but as I was putting the bags into my car, another employee came up to me and took my cart back to the store for me. I was the best shopping trip I have ever been on. I think I am in love.
11.22.2003
11.16.2003
11.13.2003
11.09.2003
Jessie and I found a 50 dollar bill on the ground today. We were on a walk and happened to look down simultaneously and see the folded bill that had apparently dropped out of someone's pocket. It was folded in a way that you couldn't see how much it was worth. I guess we just both assumed that it was a 5 and maybe a 20 if we were lucky.
We both just stood there like we didn't know what to do with the money; like we were stealing it or something. We looked around, but there was no one. (And even if there was, what are you going to do? Yell out "Excuse me sir, did you drop this 50?")
It was at this point that I looked at the building behind me. Well, it is not so much a building as it is a church. Mission San Jose to be exact. The house of God, if you will. I looked at Jessie and said, "I don't think we can spend this money."
As much as I would like to have an extra 50 dollars and as much as Jessie probably needs an extra 50 dollars, I feel like finding that money had to be a sign. Plus, it was never my money to begin with. Money I did not think I had and was only lucky to stumble upon. We have decided to spend the money on toys for needy kids at Christmas time. I feel a little selfish only because I hope the saying "What goes around comes around" holds true.
We both just stood there like we didn't know what to do with the money; like we were stealing it or something. We looked around, but there was no one. (And even if there was, what are you going to do? Yell out "Excuse me sir, did you drop this 50?")
It was at this point that I looked at the building behind me. Well, it is not so much a building as it is a church. Mission San Jose to be exact. The house of God, if you will. I looked at Jessie and said, "I don't think we can spend this money."
As much as I would like to have an extra 50 dollars and as much as Jessie probably needs an extra 50 dollars, I feel like finding that money had to be a sign. Plus, it was never my money to begin with. Money I did not think I had and was only lucky to stumble upon. We have decided to spend the money on toys for needy kids at Christmas time. I feel a little selfish only because I hope the saying "What goes around comes around" holds true.
11.06.2003
New and exciting ways to teach kids about the birth of Jesus Christ
As I was browsing through a catalog that we received at work today, I stumbled upon this.
I don't know, to me, allowing young children to essentially whack the crap out of all the attendees at the stable in Bethlehem seems a tad sacrilegious to me.
As I was browsing through a catalog that we received at work today, I stumbled upon this.
I don't know, to me, allowing young children to essentially whack the crap out of all the attendees at the stable in Bethlehem seems a tad sacrilegious to me.
11.01.2003
10.30.2003
10.29.2003
I returned from Georgia last Sunday. It was a much-needed weekend with Grant and the first time I had seen him in 5 weeks. It was also my first time on a red-eye flight. My flight left at 10:10 pm and my luck placed me in the aisle seat in the row behind the exit row. This meant that not only did I have nothing to lean my head against, I also could not recline. Needless to say, I was not really able to sleep on the plane.
However, it was all worth it when I saw Grant waiting for me at baggage claim. I realized then how much I missed him.
The weather was perfect, all except for the last day when it poured. I saw the office, we drove around Decatur, went out for a very nice dinner, drove an hour to Athens and saw a show that completely blew me away and most importantly, was reminded how much fun I have hanging out with Grant. Seeing him for a few days was great, but it also felt like one big tease. It just made me miss him more. It was hard to leave Georgia, it was hard to come home, it was even hard to unpack. I hate feeling like this.
However, it was all worth it when I saw Grant waiting for me at baggage claim. I realized then how much I missed him.
The weather was perfect, all except for the last day when it poured. I saw the office, we drove around Decatur, went out for a very nice dinner, drove an hour to Athens and saw a show that completely blew me away and most importantly, was reminded how much fun I have hanging out with Grant. Seeing him for a few days was great, but it also felt like one big tease. It just made me miss him more. It was hard to leave Georgia, it was hard to come home, it was even hard to unpack. I hate feeling like this.
10.27.2003
10.09.2003
Hmmmm...
A little girl came to school today with a shirt on that had a picture of an ice-cream truck scene. In the picture, a little boy and girl are purchasing some frozen treats from the ice cream man. Innocent enough. Then, written in big, bold, red letters it says "Creamy Fun."
Um, something tells me that this shirt was not made in America and something went wrong in the traslation.
A little girl came to school today with a shirt on that had a picture of an ice-cream truck scene. In the picture, a little boy and girl are purchasing some frozen treats from the ice cream man. Innocent enough. Then, written in big, bold, red letters it says "Creamy Fun."
Um, something tells me that this shirt was not made in America and something went wrong in the traslation.
10.06.2003
There were four little four year olds standing around me today. The first one says, "Teacher Heather! I got a hair cut!" The second one says, "Teacher Heather! I got a hair cut too!" The third one says, "Teacher, one time I went to the hair cut store." The forth one says, "My mommy makes me soup with chicken noodles!"
I don't know what is funnier: the fact that her comment was completly random OR the fact that she called them "chicken noodles."
I don't know what is funnier: the fact that her comment was completly random OR the fact that she called them "chicken noodles."
10.04.2003
9.28.2003
Conversations with Jessie...
As many of you know, Jessie is a recent vegan turned carnivore but is still not sure what members of the animal family she will dine on or which animals belong in what family. Well, I mean....just see below.
Jessie:I just eat fish, chicken and ham. No red meat.
Heather:Jessie, pork is red meat.
Jessie:But they call it "the other white meat."
Bunky:Yeah, but it is still a mammal.
Jessie:Yeah, but so is chicken. Hello.
She's special.
As many of you know, Jessie is a recent vegan turned carnivore but is still not sure what members of the animal family she will dine on or which animals belong in what family. Well, I mean....just see below.
Jessie:I just eat fish, chicken and ham. No red meat.
Heather:Jessie, pork is red meat.
Jessie:But they call it "the other white meat."
Bunky:Yeah, but it is still a mammal.
Jessie:Yeah, but so is chicken. Hello.
She's special.
9.22.2003
9.17.2003
My supervisor kept telling me that today was my lucky day. Maybe she is right. Things did seem to work out in my favor a lot today. Like for example, the pumpkin patch had an opening available on a Friday and portrait day is actually not October 24th when I am going to be gone, rather it is November 20th. (I know what you are thinking. I currently have very serious issues in my life) So like I said, today was my "lucky day."
Well, not really.
Today, one of my students asked me "Teacher can we listen to the ladybug song?" (The one that Grant wrote). I almost started to cry during circle time and had to say no.
So after work I decided to run around the lake to work off some stress and saddness. And on the way there I thought, this was something I always did with Grant. One thing we always did was walk to a small bridge before we began our run and look at the fish that were always in the water. I did just this. I walked to the bridge, I looked down in the water, and all the fish were gone. So I start my run and realize quickly that I am not going to make it anywhere close to all the way around. I started walking less than half way around the two mile path. I guess all my motivation is in Georgia.
Well, not really.
Today, one of my students asked me "Teacher can we listen to the ladybug song?" (The one that Grant wrote). I almost started to cry during circle time and had to say no.
So after work I decided to run around the lake to work off some stress and saddness. And on the way there I thought, this was something I always did with Grant. One thing we always did was walk to a small bridge before we began our run and look at the fish that were always in the water. I did just this. I walked to the bridge, I looked down in the water, and all the fish were gone. So I start my run and realize quickly that I am not going to make it anywhere close to all the way around. I started walking less than half way around the two mile path. I guess all my motivation is in Georgia.
9.14.2003
8.29.2003
8.26.2003
I have to admit that I like the feeling I get when I am recieving applause. I have been sining in choirs and/or solo for the past 8 years or so and I have yet to get tired of the sound of a happy and appreciative audience at the end of a performance. Now that I have graduated and gotten a real job, I am no longer singing in a choir. Sure, I sing at church on the Sundays that I am around and sometimes the congregation with clap for me at the end of mass, but it is a rarity. I mean, church really is not supposed to be a show. Latley I have been thinking...will I ever find myself on stage in a choir or soo performance again? At this point I don't know. Will I ever get that rush again?
Today I did. Granted it was not a performance hall, it was my classroom. And it was not an audience of hundreds, rather a handful of three and four-year-olds. But today, they gave me the best round of applause I have ever been given. During circle time, I brought out my special book that was given to me by my darling nephews, "I don't want to live on the moon." (the popular sesame street hit, performed by Ernie). After sining the song, the sound of all 12 sets of hands erupted into applause that was totally child initiated!! They really liked me! After the clapping died down one little boy said "Teacher Heather, you are so pretty when you sing for us." I had to hold back a tear or two.
Today I did. Granted it was not a performance hall, it was my classroom. And it was not an audience of hundreds, rather a handful of three and four-year-olds. But today, they gave me the best round of applause I have ever been given. During circle time, I brought out my special book that was given to me by my darling nephews, "I don't want to live on the moon." (the popular sesame street hit, performed by Ernie). After sining the song, the sound of all 12 sets of hands erupted into applause that was totally child initiated!! They really liked me! After the clapping died down one little boy said "Teacher Heather, you are so pretty when you sing for us." I had to hold back a tear or two.
8.17.2003
Can I have the veggie burger...with ham please?
Email from Jessie: recived 8/15/03
Subject: guess what I did
(my first thought..."oh my god! She got a tattoo!")
Nope, not exactly....
" I ATE HAM!!! ahhhhhhh! oh so good! ooooooohhhhhhhhyea"
j
A rather interesting form of vegitarianism.
In other news...
The latest name I was called at school instead of "Teacher Heather" was "Teacher Venus." Kinda sexy huh!
Email from Jessie: recived 8/15/03
Subject: guess what I did
(my first thought..."oh my god! She got a tattoo!")
Nope, not exactly....
" I ATE HAM!!! ahhhhhhh! oh so good! ooooooohhhhhhhhyea"
j
A rather interesting form of vegitarianism.
In other news...
The latest name I was called at school instead of "Teacher Heather" was "Teacher Venus." Kinda sexy huh!
8.11.2003
Who again?
So I started my job and I am really enjoying it; I have no huge complaints to date. Well, I have one I guess. They can't remember my name. All the kids except for a handful, only call me "Teacher" or "Hey Teacher." Now, I am not going to get into now, but I alrady have my issues with the title of "Teacher (fill in the blank)" and I find it must more appropriate and respectful to be refered to as "Miss (fill in the blank). However, my kids do not fill in the blank and as previously stated, I am left simply nameless. So I have been trying to teach them by asking "Teacher who? What is my name?" or "My name is not Hey, it is Heather, Teacher Heather." That is when I get the variations of my name. For example, one little girl call me "Teacher Feather." Then there is the ever popular "Teacher Hedder." (That "th" sound is a real bitch). And probably my least favorite of them all "Teacher Heifer" (thanks a lot kid).
So finally today, after 15 children came up to me screaming "Hey Teacher! Hey Teacher!" I said, "That is not my name. Who here can tell me what my name is?" And one proud little girls yelled "I know! I know! Teacher Lily!" Come to find out "Teacher Lily" was there subsitute teacher for one week several months ago! What the hell? But I am trying to keep it positive; at least it is a name not another synonym for a cow.
So I started my job and I am really enjoying it; I have no huge complaints to date. Well, I have one I guess. They can't remember my name. All the kids except for a handful, only call me "Teacher" or "Hey Teacher." Now, I am not going to get into now, but I alrady have my issues with the title of "Teacher (fill in the blank)" and I find it must more appropriate and respectful to be refered to as "Miss (fill in the blank). However, my kids do not fill in the blank and as previously stated, I am left simply nameless. So I have been trying to teach them by asking "Teacher who? What is my name?" or "My name is not Hey, it is Heather, Teacher Heather." That is when I get the variations of my name. For example, one little girl call me "Teacher Feather." Then there is the ever popular "Teacher Hedder." (That "th" sound is a real bitch). And probably my least favorite of them all "Teacher Heifer" (thanks a lot kid).
So finally today, after 15 children came up to me screaming "Hey Teacher! Hey Teacher!" I said, "That is not my name. Who here can tell me what my name is?" And one proud little girls yelled "I know! I know! Teacher Lily!" Come to find out "Teacher Lily" was there subsitute teacher for one week several months ago! What the hell? But I am trying to keep it positive; at least it is a name not another synonym for a cow.
8.05.2003
Our Lady Thatcher
My sister Jessie, Me and Maggie June 1990. More photos here.
I remember the way she smelled
When we first brought her home.
She smelled like a dog,
But it was a good smell.
It was that distinct puppy smell.
She had this run that we called
a "Maggie run." What made her do it?
Who knows...but I think she can finally do them again.
I think she was ready to do them again.
She didn't bark, she didn't bite.
She only loved us.
And everyone who knew her loved her too.
"Can I just have a dog like Maggie?"
people would ask.
She will always be remembered.
She will always be loved.
She will always live within us.
And, when it is our time,
She will come when we call.
Maggie
April 17, 1990 to August 4, 2003
Happily doing Maggie runs in heaven.
My sister Jessie, Me and Maggie June 1990. More photos here.
I remember the way she smelled
When we first brought her home.
She smelled like a dog,
But it was a good smell.
It was that distinct puppy smell.
She had this run that we called
a "Maggie run." What made her do it?
Who knows...but I think she can finally do them again.
I think she was ready to do them again.
She didn't bark, she didn't bite.
She only loved us.
And everyone who knew her loved her too.
"Can I just have a dog like Maggie?"
people would ask.
She will always be remembered.
She will always be loved.
She will always live within us.
And, when it is our time,
She will come when we call.
Maggie
April 17, 1990 to August 4, 2003
Happily doing Maggie runs in heaven.
7.30.2003
7.20.2003
7.10.2003
6.16.2003
Just to clarify...
To the five of you that read my website (and when I say five, I know in reality it is only three...give or take) please don't think that I will no longer answer your questions or engage in friendly conversations where questions may be asked of me. Don't let my frustration mislead you. Please keep talking to me!
To the five of you that read my website (and when I say five, I know in reality it is only three...give or take) please don't think that I will no longer answer your questions or engage in friendly conversations where questions may be asked of me. Don't let my frustration mislead you. Please keep talking to me!
And so it begins...
Now that both Grant and I have graduated college, I have heard this question approximatly 14 million times: "So, when are you guys getting married?" And its variation 4 million times: "When's the wedding?"
Okay, so maybe I am exaggerating a little, but the questions have caused me to begin to stress out about an engagment that has not even happened yet. And yes Grant, I know that most of that stress is caused by my own stressful personality. However, my point is that I love talking about my future plans with Grant but starting right now, I am not going to worry about it until something actually happens!
In high school it was, "Where do you want to go to college?"
In community college it was "So where do you really want to go to college"
At four year it was "What's your major?" then, "So what do you want to, like, do after graduation?"
At graduation it is "Have you found a job?"
And now the marriage question! Will it ever end? Probably not.
Now that both Grant and I have graduated college, I have heard this question approximatly 14 million times: "So, when are you guys getting married?" And its variation 4 million times: "When's the wedding?"
Okay, so maybe I am exaggerating a little, but the questions have caused me to begin to stress out about an engagment that has not even happened yet. And yes Grant, I know that most of that stress is caused by my own stressful personality. However, my point is that I love talking about my future plans with Grant but starting right now, I am not going to worry about it until something actually happens!
In high school it was, "Where do you want to go to college?"
In community college it was "So where do you really want to go to college"
At four year it was "What's your major?" then, "So what do you want to, like, do after graduation?"
At graduation it is "Have you found a job?"
And now the marriage question! Will it ever end? Probably not.
6.09.2003
6.08.2003
Conversations with Jessie
Re: The "flower guy" from the market
Jessie: This guy has the calves of a god.
Heather: Hmm....really?
Jessie: I mean, I have never been this sexually attracted to calf muscles in my entire life.
a little while later...
Jessie: I wonder if he would just let me stroke them?
Oh boy.
Jessie: This guy has the calves of a god.
Heather: Hmm....really?
Jessie: I mean, I have never been this sexually attracted to calf muscles in my entire life.
a little while later...
Jessie: I wonder if he would just let me stroke them?
Oh boy.
6.07.2003
The whole time I was in Las Vegas, my friends kept saying things like, " I never want this trip to be over because then I will have to go back to reality!" By reality, they all meant etiher school or work. I would always respond with a deep breath, a shrug of my shoulders and an equally dissapointed "I know, that sucks!" It wasn't until about the fifth time I responded that way that I realized that my "reality" as they were refering to it, hasn't formed yet. As of right now, I no longer have to go to school, I have no job and the amount of time left on my health insurance coverage is rapidly diminishing. What these three things mean is that I have to grow up. I should be so ready for this. I mean I have been preparing for this day for the past 17 years. But as stupid as it sounds, the other day I was freaking out because I had no book I had to read, I had nothing to study and no papers to write. And I felt like that was a bad thing. So while Grant was at school all day yesterday, I wrote a complaint letter to Barnes & Noble Booksellers regarding an inappropriate display located in the children's section of the store, just so I could have that samefeeling of accomplishment after completing an assignment. I got so excited that about the letter and I was thinking about the different studies and Child Development gurus I could sight in my letter to prove to the management at the book store that I had earned my degree. I was really dissapointed when I realized that all the text books I did decided to save were at home rather than readily available for me to read once again. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? Why do I want to know what grade I would have recieved had this letter actually been an assignment?
I guess what I am trying to say is the same thing I have been saying all along. School is something that has not just been a part of my life. Rather, being in school has been part of me, part of what I know and what I view as my reality for the past 17 years of my life. Being a student is all I know. In the past, when I was not in school I was on a break and the end of that break always meant school would start again. Well come September, I will not be attending any more classes. I am sure that many students goes through some similar kind of emotion and my realizations may seem just as dramatic and over analyzed as next graduate and after this I promise to stop talking about it. But I can't help feeling sad that school is over; it's like that part of Heather is over. I think I am really going to miss that part.
I guess what I am trying to say is the same thing I have been saying all along. School is something that has not just been a part of my life. Rather, being in school has been part of me, part of what I know and what I view as my reality for the past 17 years of my life. Being a student is all I know. In the past, when I was not in school I was on a break and the end of that break always meant school would start again. Well come September, I will not be attending any more classes. I am sure that many students goes through some similar kind of emotion and my realizations may seem just as dramatic and over analyzed as next graduate and after this I promise to stop talking about it. But I can't help feeling sad that school is over; it's like that part of Heather is over. I think I am really going to miss that part.
6.01.2003
You know, I am all for gender equity, but let me be the first to say that it pays to be a group of four girls in Las Vegas!
5.31.2003
Sorry this took so long...
Goodbye Sutter Hall and the other four dorms.
Goodbye Child Development office.
Goodbye Brighten and Eureka Hall.
Goodbye chickens.
Goodbye Emerald Place.
Goodbye Mandangos and Stingers.
Goodbye University Union.
Goodbye roomies.
Goodbye Arco Arena and the Sacramento Kings.
Goodbye specifically to Jim Jackson of the Kings (yum.)
Goodbye admissions and records.
Goodbye thursday night must see tv in Davis.
Goodbye Dale Shornack.
Goodbye inefficient parking structures.
Goodbye tower cafe.
Goodbye old town.
Goodbye Captial Building.
Goodbye Sacramento...Hello future.
Goodbye Sutter Hall and the other four dorms.
Goodbye Child Development office.
Goodbye Brighten and Eureka Hall.
Goodbye chickens.
Goodbye Emerald Place.
Goodbye Mandangos and Stingers.
Goodbye University Union.
Goodbye roomies.
Goodbye Arco Arena and the Sacramento Kings.
Goodbye specifically to Jim Jackson of the Kings (yum.)
Goodbye admissions and records.
Goodbye thursday night must see tv in Davis.
Goodbye Dale Shornack.
Goodbye inefficient parking structures.
Goodbye tower cafe.
Goodbye old town.
Goodbye Captial Building.
Goodbye Sacramento...Hello future.
5.16.2003
Right now I have too much on my plate but I am not very hungry. I am looking down and the piles of paper and crap that needs to be sorted through and the things that still need to be packed and the online final that needs to be finished and all I am doing is looking at it. Guess I can see that the end is near, nearer than it has ever been before. All this stuff that I have to do is just making me even closer to being "done." Maybe that is why I am avoiding my responsibilities right now. Because the end is not really the end, it is a huge beginning. And there are no sure things in this beginning. As exciting as it all is, it is twice as scary. School is safe and May 25th is unsure at this point. I never thought I would feel like this...it is a weird feeling. Exciting, but weird.
5.13.2003
5.08.2003
5.07.2003
5.06.2003
A Nice and Not-so-Nice day
Nice: Having a stranger say "Bless you" after you have just sneezed.
Not-so-Nice: Having a nasty head cold.
Nice: Going to the the last meeting of a class for the entire semester which places you one step closer to graudation.
Not-so-Nice: Having that last class be choir and realizing that may have been the last chior you will ever sing in.
Nice: Realizing you don't have to rush around all day anymore.
Not-so-Nice: Realizing you don't have to rush around all day anymore because it was also your last day of volunteering, something you really enjoyed.
Nice: Your car starting today without a problem.
Not-so-Nice: Rememebering how expensive it was to accomplish that.
Nice: Just a little over two more weeks to go.
Not-so-Nice: Realizing that it is already time to start saying goodbye.
Let's hope for all "nice" tomorrow.
Nice: Having a stranger say "Bless you" after you have just sneezed.
Not-so-Nice: Having a nasty head cold.
Nice: Going to the the last meeting of a class for the entire semester which places you one step closer to graudation.
Not-so-Nice: Having that last class be choir and realizing that may have been the last chior you will ever sing in.
Nice: Realizing you don't have to rush around all day anymore.
Not-so-Nice: Realizing you don't have to rush around all day anymore because it was also your last day of volunteering, something you really enjoyed.
Nice: Your car starting today without a problem.
Not-so-Nice: Rememebering how expensive it was to accomplish that.
Nice: Just a little over two more weeks to go.
Not-so-Nice: Realizing that it is already time to start saying goodbye.
Let's hope for all "nice" tomorrow.
5.02.2003
Who Again?
A few weeks ago, while Grant and I were have some having some good clean fun with Jason and Allie, there was a slight misunderstanding during a conversation. We were actually on our way to mass on Good Friday. However, once we arrived at the church it became very clear that when we did find parking (which seemed very unlikely) there was going to be no chance that we would have ever found a place to sit, let alone a place to stand within the church. After Jason made the executive decision to continue driving rather than look for parking, this conversation ensued:
Allison: I guess we will just have to go to Cold Stone instead.
Heather: Did you just say, "Joey Fatone"?
Allison: What?!?! No!! I said Cold Stone.
Heather:Oh. Riiight.
So yesterday, Grant and I had a very similar conversation:
Heather: Oh, Honey! Last night at the Kings game, some guy proposed to his girl friend, well now I guess, his fiancé. Isn't that cute?
Grant: Who did?
Heather: I don't know, some guy at the Kings game, proposed to his fiancé.
Grant:Beyonce?
Heather: Huh?
Grant: Beyonce Knowles?
Heather: What the hell are you saying right now?
Grant: Someone proposed to her?
Heather: What? No! Fiancé! Fee-ahn-say!
I think we all know the lesson there is to be learned from all this...remember to clean out your ears.
A few weeks ago, while Grant and I were have some having some good clean fun with Jason and Allie, there was a slight misunderstanding during a conversation. We were actually on our way to mass on Good Friday. However, once we arrived at the church it became very clear that when we did find parking (which seemed very unlikely) there was going to be no chance that we would have ever found a place to sit, let alone a place to stand within the church. After Jason made the executive decision to continue driving rather than look for parking, this conversation ensued:
Allison: I guess we will just have to go to Cold Stone instead.
Heather: Did you just say, "Joey Fatone"?
Allison: What?!?! No!! I said Cold Stone.
Heather:Oh. Riiight.
So yesterday, Grant and I had a very similar conversation:
Heather: Oh, Honey! Last night at the Kings game, some guy proposed to his girl friend, well now I guess, his fiancé. Isn't that cute?
Grant: Who did?
Heather: I don't know, some guy at the Kings game, proposed to his fiancé.
Grant:Beyonce?
Heather: Huh?
Grant: Beyonce Knowles?
Heather: What the hell are you saying right now?
Grant: Someone proposed to her?
Heather: What? No! Fiancé! Fee-ahn-say!
I think we all know the lesson there is to be learned from all this...remember to clean out your ears.
4.29.2003
4.28.2003
So I am hooked on American Idol, and I am not ashamed to admit it. But the purpose of this post is not to try to convice you who I think shoud win (cough, cough, Ruben, cough). No, the reason I am posting about American Idol is because my roomate and I made some interesting observations the other night. We found an animal that looks like each of the remaining six (well five now i guess). Let me know what you think:
Kimberly Locke: Chipmunk
Carmen Rassumsen: Three Toed Sloth
Trenyce: Snapping Turtle
Josh Gracin: Alligator
Ruben Studdard: Bear
Clay Aiken: Praying Mantis
Look harder....you will see them too.
Kimberly Locke: Chipmunk
Carmen Rassumsen: Three Toed Sloth
Trenyce: Snapping Turtle
Josh Gracin: Alligator
Ruben Studdard: Bear
Clay Aiken: Praying Mantis
Look harder....you will see them too.
4.02.2003
The Dirty Old Man
based on a true story
One day, on her way to volunteering, Heather noticed a very old man get out of the car and begin walking toward the hospital. He said something to his younger friend that had given him a ride to his doctor's visit. Heather, assuming that the comment did not involve her, thought nothing of their interaction and kept walking toward the hospital's front entrance.
"Are you going in this door, miss?" The old man said.
"What?" Heather replied
His friend stepped in to clarify, "He wanted me to hold the door for you."
"Oh! How thoughtful...but I am not going in this door," Heather said.
"You're not huh? Well ok then," the old man said with a grin.
"No, I am going in the front door over there, but thank you so much for the thought. I really appreciate it!"
Heather smiled and thought about what a sweet old man this was standing in front of her. It seemed that there were just not enough people like him in the world.
"You have a nice day sir!" Heather said as she turned to walk away.
The old man stopped her, "You want to know something?"
"What is that?" Heather asked him.
"I like to watch you walk," the dirty old man said with a devious grin.
Shocked by the comment, Heather's only reply was a nervous laugh and she quickly walked toward the hospital. Eeww!
The End.
based on a true story
One day, on her way to volunteering, Heather noticed a very old man get out of the car and begin walking toward the hospital. He said something to his younger friend that had given him a ride to his doctor's visit. Heather, assuming that the comment did not involve her, thought nothing of their interaction and kept walking toward the hospital's front entrance.
"Are you going in this door, miss?" The old man said.
"What?" Heather replied
His friend stepped in to clarify, "He wanted me to hold the door for you."
"Oh! How thoughtful...but I am not going in this door," Heather said.
"You're not huh? Well ok then," the old man said with a grin.
"No, I am going in the front door over there, but thank you so much for the thought. I really appreciate it!"
Heather smiled and thought about what a sweet old man this was standing in front of her. It seemed that there were just not enough people like him in the world.
"You have a nice day sir!" Heather said as she turned to walk away.
The old man stopped her, "You want to know something?"
"What is that?" Heather asked him.
"I like to watch you walk," the dirty old man said with a devious grin.
Shocked by the comment, Heather's only reply was a nervous laugh and she quickly walked toward the hospital. Eeww!
The End.
3.31.2003
An actual conversation with my sister
She has so much to think about now that she is out of school. Like this for example:
Jessie: When you and Grant have kids...they are going to be hairy.
Heather: Thanks
pause
Jessie: If they have a unibrow are you going to pluck it?
Heather: What?
Jessie: Because if you don't, their Auntie Jessie will! I mean I will hold them down and do it if I have to.
Wow. To my future children, I am sorry for any tweezer trauma she may cause you.
Jessie: When you and Grant have kids...they are going to be hairy.
Heather: Thanks
pause
Jessie: If they have a unibrow are you going to pluck it?
Heather: What?
Jessie: Because if you don't, their Auntie Jessie will! I mean I will hold them down and do it if I have to.
Wow. To my future children, I am sorry for any tweezer trauma she may cause you.
3.17.2003
3.16.2003
The Psychology of My Coffee Mugs
I have noticed that I have this strange routine or pattern when choosing my coffee mug in the morning. It seems that there are distinct reasons for choosing a particular mug on a particular day. Take Thursdays and Fridays for example. I will usually opt for the big "Friends"-style mug on these days. I am assuming it is because of the anticipation for the show to air on Thursday. And on Friday, I am reminded of the large mugs that were popularized by the show nine years ago, which makes me reach for that style. I definitely have a "I am in no hurry, I am going to enjoy this coffee" mug. I also have a "Dammit, I am running late again, why do I insist on falling back asleep after the alarm goes off, now I hardly have time to drink this coffee!" mug. That mug is small, has a very nondescript shape, and doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It should come as no surprise that I avoid this mug at all costs.
Tea is a whole other story. I always drink tea out of the same, hand thrown, ceramic mug with hand-painted stars, dark blue moon and yellow sun. The best explaination I have for this choice is that I must equate drinking tea with celestial drawings and items that look like they belong at the Renaissance Faire.
The whole process is very strange. Granted, it is not foolproof, but I definitely have a system. I have a master's thesis on the subject in the works.
I have noticed that I have this strange routine or pattern when choosing my coffee mug in the morning. It seems that there are distinct reasons for choosing a particular mug on a particular day. Take Thursdays and Fridays for example. I will usually opt for the big "Friends"-style mug on these days. I am assuming it is because of the anticipation for the show to air on Thursday. And on Friday, I am reminded of the large mugs that were popularized by the show nine years ago, which makes me reach for that style. I definitely have a "I am in no hurry, I am going to enjoy this coffee" mug. I also have a "Dammit, I am running late again, why do I insist on falling back asleep after the alarm goes off, now I hardly have time to drink this coffee!" mug. That mug is small, has a very nondescript shape, and doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It should come as no surprise that I avoid this mug at all costs.
Tea is a whole other story. I always drink tea out of the same, hand thrown, ceramic mug with hand-painted stars, dark blue moon and yellow sun. The best explaination I have for this choice is that I must equate drinking tea with celestial drawings and items that look like they belong at the Renaissance Faire.
The whole process is very strange. Granted, it is not foolproof, but I definitely have a system. I have a master's thesis on the subject in the works.
3.10.2003
3.05.2003
I have never been a very good runner. I have never really been that good at any kind of athletic activity to be honest. I remember in Junior High, we had to run these things called "cross-countries." Almost everyone hated cross-country day. The PE teachers had these ridiculous expectations of us and we were given a grade for the number of cross-countries we could do in a class period. I think if you streched out the number of cross-countries you needed to run in order to get an "A" for that day into one straight line, you actually would have run across the country.
Post Junior High, I have made several febele attempts at running with little success. I have just never had the stamina or the drive to keep going. But then Brittaney gets me on this "excersize plan" that she developed. It is really not that hard. Work out for four days within the week, any days you choose, for 30 minutes. If you fail to work out four days in a week, you will receive a "mark." If you get two marks, two weeks in a row, you have to run a mile without stopping and buy dinner for the other person. Well I got two marks in a row and it came my time to run my mile, without stopping. I told Brittaney there was no way I could do it. To my surprise I did it and I think I discovered the trick for all you "I can't run" people out there. Once you reach the point while you are running of total agony, (you know the one, it feels like you are about to die) run a little bit further and your adreneline kicks in or something and the pain goes away. Sure, I feel numb from the chest down, but I can keep running!
But seriously, running really is about baby steps. Little by little my body is able to take me further and further. I don't wake up sore anymore, I sleep better, and I almost feel cleansed after a nice jog. And do you know where those baby steps took me tonight? Two miles, without stopping, on a tredmil! Granted, it was no marathon, but it sure as hell was two miles of one!
P.S. I never did buy Brittaney dinner.
Post Junior High, I have made several febele attempts at running with little success. I have just never had the stamina or the drive to keep going. But then Brittaney gets me on this "excersize plan" that she developed. It is really not that hard. Work out for four days within the week, any days you choose, for 30 minutes. If you fail to work out four days in a week, you will receive a "mark." If you get two marks, two weeks in a row, you have to run a mile without stopping and buy dinner for the other person. Well I got two marks in a row and it came my time to run my mile, without stopping. I told Brittaney there was no way I could do it. To my surprise I did it and I think I discovered the trick for all you "I can't run" people out there. Once you reach the point while you are running of total agony, (you know the one, it feels like you are about to die) run a little bit further and your adreneline kicks in or something and the pain goes away. Sure, I feel numb from the chest down, but I can keep running!
But seriously, running really is about baby steps. Little by little my body is able to take me further and further. I don't wake up sore anymore, I sleep better, and I almost feel cleansed after a nice jog. And do you know where those baby steps took me tonight? Two miles, without stopping, on a tredmil! Granted, it was no marathon, but it sure as hell was two miles of one!
P.S. I never did buy Brittaney dinner.
3.02.2003
2.26.2003
I have this button on my car stereo that has the letters "SCA" on the front. I am assuming that these letters stand for the word "scan" and I think it is silly that they did not just make the letters smaller so the "n" that would complete the word and make its function readily apparent would fit on it. But I digress. The reason for this post, however insignificant it may be, is that I am in love with this button. Basically, by pushing this button, the stereo scans through all the stations within listening range and pauses for a few seconds on each one. I use it all the time. In fact, sometimes, I never take it off; I just let it keep scanning. I have become so used to it that I don't even realize that I am only singing 4 seconds of all the songs because to me it just sounds like one big song. I feel like one of those infomercials for compilation CD's. You know...Hits from the 60's...70's...80's. And for at least 2/3 of the commercial, the 50 selections, found on either one compact disc or two cassette tapes, are scrolling up the television screen stopping on every third song to play a few measures. That's me in my car everyday.
Of course this button does have its downsides as well. For example, I have gotten so used to it that when I actually come to a song that I would like to listen to the whole way through, the station switches four seconds later. Then there is a mad panic to hit the tuner button and get back to the previous station before it switches again. And then there are the times when I hear a song that I like but I think maybe there is a song a few stations up that I would rather listen to. And then by the time I actually realize that I would really rather have listened to the first song, I have to wait for all the stations to rotate through before I can get back to that song. And chances are, that song is now over and I have to find something else. It's a viscious cycle, really. That is what I get for being lazy, I guess.
Of course this button does have its downsides as well. For example, I have gotten so used to it that when I actually come to a song that I would like to listen to the whole way through, the station switches four seconds later. Then there is a mad panic to hit the tuner button and get back to the previous station before it switches again. And then there are the times when I hear a song that I like but I think maybe there is a song a few stations up that I would rather listen to. And then by the time I actually realize that I would really rather have listened to the first song, I have to wait for all the stations to rotate through before I can get back to that song. And chances are, that song is now over and I have to find something else. It's a viscious cycle, really. That is what I get for being lazy, I guess.
2.24.2003
2.18.2003
Maybe tomorrow?
I feel like I have nothing notworthy happening in my life right now. And I know that no one really wants to hear me go on and on about when I am graduating again or what happened with the babies at work today so I figured I would wait until somthing exciting happens to me that other may find interesting as well. But I got nothing. I know that it was just my birthday and I got a lot of fabulous gifts from family and friends, but they all know it was my birthday and don't want to read about it again, I'm sure. So, I am sorry that I am never able to "wow" you with a enlightening or entertaining tale expereinced first hand from the streets of Sacramento. Until then, go read another website.
I feel like I have nothing notworthy happening in my life right now. And I know that no one really wants to hear me go on and on about when I am graduating again or what happened with the babies at work today so I figured I would wait until somthing exciting happens to me that other may find interesting as well. But I got nothing. I know that it was just my birthday and I got a lot of fabulous gifts from family and friends, but they all know it was my birthday and don't want to read about it again, I'm sure. So, I am sorry that I am never able to "wow" you with a enlightening or entertaining tale expereinced first hand from the streets of Sacramento. Until then, go read another website.
2.10.2003
2.05.2003
2.03.2003
2.02.2003
Things I kinda missed about being at school....
-my babies at the children's center
-the melodic sounds of my roommate singing songs that he makes up as he goes along
-that fresh "I just started school and I am on top of things" feeling....which will last about one week.
-the chickens on campus...who are acting mighty frisky this time of year.
-being a senior again...graduating senior that is.
-making sure EVERYONE knows that you are, in fact, a graduating senior.
-the second floor of the union....a very radical place to study and people watch.
-midnight waffles....now, admittedly, I have not yet had one, but it is nice to know that the opportunity is there.
-being 20 minutes away from Brittaney...which brings me to....
-FRIENDS NIGHT!!!
Things I don't really miss about being back at school....
-the long distance thing...still really sucks.
-being a regular at the reserve book room at the library.
-homework
-missing the shuttle to campus
-driving to campus....and then trying to park
-getting sick from the runny noses at the children's center
-coming to grips with the fact that even though I miss Grant, didn't really like living here and always acted like I just wanted it to be over....it is actually all going to be over very soon and I just don't know if I want it to be quite yet.
-my babies at the children's center
-the melodic sounds of my roommate singing songs that he makes up as he goes along
-that fresh "I just started school and I am on top of things" feeling....which will last about one week.
-the chickens on campus...who are acting mighty frisky this time of year.
-being a senior again...graduating senior that is.
-making sure EVERYONE knows that you are, in fact, a graduating senior.
-the second floor of the union....a very radical place to study and people watch.
-midnight waffles....now, admittedly, I have not yet had one, but it is nice to know that the opportunity is there.
-being 20 minutes away from Brittaney...which brings me to....
-FRIENDS NIGHT!!!
Things I don't really miss about being back at school....
-the long distance thing...still really sucks.
-being a regular at the reserve book room at the library.
-homework
-missing the shuttle to campus
-driving to campus....and then trying to park
-getting sick from the runny noses at the children's center
-coming to grips with the fact that even though I miss Grant, didn't really like living here and always acted like I just wanted it to be over....it is actually all going to be over very soon and I just don't know if I want it to be quite yet.
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