May 2011
29 posts
April 2011
30 posts
Yesterday
I was so out of it from a bad reaction to medication.
At one point, I walked into my office, looked at my desk, and said, “there’s a pen in my tea.”
I had thought my cup of tea was my pen cup. For who knows how long, there had been a pen in my tea.
Things are better and I am well aware that tea is for drinking - not holding pens.
Easter Best
My robin’s egg blue Easter dress has already come off, but I am still sporting my Sunday morning German milkmaid springtime hair-do.
A strong breeze has left it windswept, but I don’t care. It’s staying in for the rest of the day.
It goes fabulously with my boyfriend’s ginormous sweatshirt, methinks.
Nephew Garvin Learns New Words
Nephew Garvin has learned new words. He is at the age where his vocabulary increases exponentially on almost a daily basis. Recently, he has learned the difference between big and little.
Today, he saw me for the first time in more than a month and said, “Hi, Heidi,” then pointed to my bare feet and said, “Big feet!”
Um…thanks?
In his defense, they are pretty big....
My Mother
has developed an addiction to Red Bull.
“It’s just a caffeinated beverage!” she says.
The woman has a problem.
Watch out for women in their fifties on caffeine highs.
Presents!
When I got to work this morning, there was an awesome Pink Floyd “The Wall” mug sitting on my desk!
I had complimented on of my co-workers on his earlier in the week, and he went out and picked one up for me! Isn’t that too precious?
Take heart, ye of little faith - there are still kind people in this world.
Firsts
Over the weekend, I introduced Jim to two of my favorite things: Yogurtland and This American Life.
It pains me that he had not been exposed to either one prior to that.
How does one even live in Los Angeles without going to Yogurtland and listening to Ira Glass? Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.
Some of the Rules of My Life
don’t be rude to strangers or people serving you in some capacity
don’t be rude at all
don’t cut in line
tip well and often, especially at places where you are a regular or return customer. And extra especially to the woman waxing your bikini area.
smile at others
try not to give unsolicited advice - especially to people you don’t know very well
hold open doors for...
Does Anyone Else Think It's Weird That the... →
looks just like the “official” wedding website of every other engaged couple they’ve known?
I LOVE THE ZOO! Can I come too?
File under: emails I have sent my father today.
Book Club! →
Guys, in the post linked above, I forgot to mention that Edan (the author) and all of her glory will be in attendance. She’s bringing wine and can’t drink it herself. Please help.
Book Club!
Hey, you.
Are you coming to the “If You’re Not Yet Like Me” book club NEXT Monday, April 18th? If you are, you can pick up the book (If You’re Not Yet Like Me, by Edan Lepucki) at Vroman’s, Skylight, or Book Soup, or try rush ordering it from Amazon.com or Powells.com. (You should get this novella regardless. Trust me.) Please let me know if you are coming or...
Jim is currently burying Gerald.
Neither Julie nor I could bear to do it.
Poor little guy didn’t make it, despite our best efforts.
Edit: but how great is Jim for stepping up and doing our dirty work?
My question has been answered. "Company" will be... →
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Redemption!
This is proof that there is a God.
Gerald
Tonight, as my roommate was pulling aside some leaves to water her potted plant, her hand brushed against something small and feathery - a baby bird.
This little guy still has bits of down, but his feathers are coming in, and while he can’t fly per se, he has mastered the art of the flutter.
Touched by humans and alone in the night, we brought him in and fed him and I have christened him...
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The Luxury of a Manicure
I am a nail biter. A nail tearer, a ripper off-er, and picker at-er. When stress gnaws away at me inside, I transfer that energy outward by gnawing away at my nails. I absent-mindedly and anxiously play with the side of my nail until a little snag forms. Then I pick at the snag, lengthening the tear, until there’s no way a nail file could salvage the rip beginning to cut across my nail. And...
