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Name: Heather
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Birthday: 7/28/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: writing, trying not to make fun of people and failing, coloring with real crayolas, laughing, winning at board games, card games, life games, working at klife, pretending, planning fabulous things, being with my friend (s)
Expertise: yes its true...everything
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Business
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/17/2003
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| tonight, i feel like i am a lesser version of myself. it is as if i have been downgraded to heather version 2.0. the worst part is that i missed the chance to protect myself against this downgrade. i passed it up and said, "no thanks." i am wallowing in heather 2.0 and in this particular funk it feels like the chance might not come along to even get close to that 7.0 that i was running. this new program has glitches and kinks and is quite blah.
exciting huh?
see, that is all i've got. i care so much about so many things that they all work against each other. the synapses of my programs are misfiring and wreaking havoc. heather 2.0 just can't handle it.
thus, the crash.
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| I'm not a real blonde, nor am I dumb. However, I definitely had a moment the other night that I have yet to categorize. Exhaustion maybe?
Ross was chasing me around the room for reasons that I can't remember, but I saw some Shout spray sitting on the dresser and grabbed it as a weapon. I had no intention of spraying it, but thought it was funny. Then, I glanced down and saw that the nozzle said NO. I was thrilled because I could fake him out and pretend to spray it. (it isn't hard to thrill me apparently)
So, I pull the trigger a few times and large amounts of Shout spray out all over Ross's shirt and neck. He is appalled that I sprayed him and I immediately start yelling, "But it said no, it said no." In my mind that meant no spray. In the real world, the word was ON. Sure enough, I looked at the other side and it said OFF. Not FOO mind you, but OFF.
Ross dissolves in laughter because I take pride in calling him on moments where his intelligence disappears. I can't take defeat though, and ask him if on and no look the same upside down. They do, and so I WIN.
But even as I'm typing this, the victory seems hollow and unfounded. I just sound silly. What cleaning supply is going to tell you no?
Oh well, we may get snow and when you are a tad sick of putting on a smile for the kiddos at school, even a tease of snow gets you excited. Off to watch The Office and laugh at Dwight.
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| when other people don't post, i get a little angry. why don't they update us on their life? are they too buuuusy? is it not important anymore to connect with people who have helped you along this journey of life? all the while, i am completely ignoring the fact that i haven't taken the time to post. and if not ignoring it, at least justifying it.
i mean please, i really am too busy. he he.
(i'm not sure why i type that to reflect a laugh. i never laugh that way, but it appears to be so cute when typed out. so, i will probably continue to type just that. he he.)
time is such an odd thing. managing it is something i would really love to be better at. controlling it actually suits me more. i wish i could control time. that would be a sure-fire way to create a mess. but, i feel like that i would be able to make absolutely certain that i had time to: write my husband hand-written letters, email nick and tiffany, meet old friends for long dinners, journal, grade all my papers, call people i haven't talked to in months, send my mom flowers, mail cards just because, chat with my sister on yahoo messenger, vacuum my apartment, and the list goes on.
i wish i chatted with the Lord about all things. over thanksgiving break i had an emergency surgery (my appendix decided to hate me) and let me admit, i was chatting with him pretty heavily. it all happened very quickly, but i was making up for lost time in those minutes that i was rolled into the operating room. he was right there to listen and my recovery has been speedy, but i can't help but be disappointed in myself. now that i am not vomiting from anesthesia and my scars aren't hurting, i've had fewer conversations with him.
perhaps that is the beauty of my Christian faith. i will falter and he will remain steadfast. i will turn my back and he will remain with his arms wide open. i will ignore his pleadings and he will continue to send them. i will disappoint myself and he will reassure me of my worth.
from where i stand, things are hectic and wonderful, stressful and fabulous. i am thankful that i can't control time. (even if i could, it would probably all revolve around reality tv and i can't set myself up for that kind of failure.) in six days, i get to go home and see my family and friends. everything will be in its place. work will be done, grades will be entered, and semester tests will be graded. i will take the time to enjoy the miracle that is Christmas.
join me :) love, heather
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| oh me oh my. i love how opinions become facts. people's opinions come out of their mouth or onto a piece of paper and bam- facts.
so, i don't like some things hillary clinton stands for and in my previous post i honed in on one sentence she uttered of late. i have been informed through several comments that my opinion is hypocritical, ill-informed, and stupid. yep, stupid. would i respect hillary if she was elected? yes. why? because she would be the leader of my country. that was kind of the point.
i deleted the comments. i wanted to, i can, and i did. one precious soul created a special account on the day they left the comment so they would be anonymous. cute. the thing is, i love hearing opinions that differ from mine. the longer i teach, the more i value the ability to weigh other viewpoints. but, as i teach my kids- you can't attack or you won't be heard.
unfortunately i have been reminded why i quit posting in the first place; everyone has a 'fact' to share. blah.
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