My Neuroses For Your Entertainment

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Wonder Woman. This is probably because back in my day, there was a limit to the number of super heroes a girl under the age of five could pretend to be when playing with her brother and the boys. Wonder Woman was the go-to gal. 
Anyway, if I had the money, I would pay to get super fab extensions put in and give my hair tons of volume everyday. This is because I’m 5’10” and would like to pretend that I’m not just moderately tall, but that I’m an Amazon warrior princess of comic book lore. 
Dreams. I got ‘em.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Wonder Woman. This is probably because back in my day, there was a limit to the number of super heroes a girl under the age of five could pretend to be when playing with her brother and the boys. Wonder Woman was the go-to gal. 

Anyway, if I had the money, I would pay to get super fab extensions put in and give my hair tons of volume everyday. This is because I’m 5’10” and would like to pretend that I’m not just moderately tall, but that I’m an Amazon warrior princess of comic book lore. 

Dreams. I got ‘em.

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Jim makes an excellent chauffeur. His shoulder makes an excellent pillow. And we are off to work. (Although we’d both probably like to take a nap, instead.)
Happy Leap Day!

Jim makes an excellent chauffeur. His shoulder makes an excellent pillow. And we are off to work. (Although we’d both probably like to take a nap, instead.)

Happy Leap Day!

Here is a picture of me from Wednesday for absolutely no good reason whatsoever. 

Here is a picture of me from Wednesday for absolutely no good reason whatsoever. 

Guess who got a ride from her mom to go pick up her new glasses? My svelte black frames broke in April or May and I’ve been using an old, beat up pair of frames in the meantime. It is going to be so nice to have something to wear when I don’t feel like putting in my contacts that doesn’t make me look like a bag lady.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to put some ice on my shingles and take a nap after that exhausting errand. Because, you know, I’ve only slept twelve hours since last night’s stroke of midnight. 

Guess who got a ride from her mom to go pick up her new glasses? My svelte black frames broke in April or May and I’ve been using an old, beat up pair of frames in the meantime. It is going to be so nice to have something to wear when I don’t feel like putting in my contacts that doesn’t make me look like a bag lady.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to put some ice on my shingles and take a nap after that exhausting errand. Because, you know, I’ve only slept twelve hours since last night’s stroke of midnight. 

I know that beauty is on the inside, but it’s nice to feel pretty and a mani/pedi never hurt anybody. Well, unless you are one of those unfortunate people who has gotten some sort of infection from a nail salon (or yourself) cutting your nails too short or using dirty tools. Then it’s hurt you. But a mani/pedi has never hurt me. 

I know that beauty is on the inside, but it’s nice to feel pretty and a mani/pedi never hurt anybody. Well, unless you are one of those unfortunate people who has gotten some sort of infection from a nail salon (or yourself) cutting your nails too short or using dirty tools. Then it’s hurt you. But a mani/pedi has never hurt me

Classic Garvs. I packed and moved a lot of boxes today. I sustained heavy casualties. I might be accident prone. MIGHT.

Classic Garvs. I packed and moved a lot of boxes today. I sustained heavy casualties. I might be accident prone. MIGHT.

I was reunited with my former  Sparkle of a Roommate this past weekend, as we both attended a wedding  in Phoenix. There was hair tossing. Toss, toss, toss.

I was reunited with my former Sparkle of a Roommate this past weekend, as we both attended a wedding in Phoenix. There was hair tossing. Toss, toss, toss.

Heidi Garvin, circa 2003 or maybe 2004.
My first instinct is to make fun of me/this photo. What is this from? Glamor shots at the mall?
In actuality, this is my very first headshot. It was used to audition for plays in college, so it didn’t need to be super profesh. This was when it was still ok to have your headshot in black and white. Also, I was a college freshman and didn’t have a clue. Even if people had started using color for their photos, none of us freshmen at USC were hip to that. We were still trying to figure out how to get into one of those faculty directed shows and not feel like such a small fish in what seemed like a big pond at the time.
When I look this photo, several things jump out at me:
short hair! I’ve had short hair most of my teen/adult life. I don’t know if it suits my face as well as long hair does, but short hair Heidi is always fun looking. Always fresh and vibrant.
soft! My face is so soft. I have fuller cheeks and fewer lines/scars left behind by adult acne caused by stress/health issues/medications/stress
that look on my face! When you’re 19 and in college and have an overwhelming air of optimism and innocence about you, you can get away with having that look in your eyes. Now, well, let’s just say people get ideas about things when you look at them like that. 
Girl, your lipstick is too dark
Is that your bra strap? Why is it up by your neck?
Your head looks big.
Clearly, I can only be genuinely reflective for a limited amount of time, but this photo, as cheeseball as it is, reminds me, not necessarily of a happier time, but of a happier ME. I am still a happy person, but at 25 it is a different kind of happiness than the utter care-free, reckless happiness of a 19 year-old with a bright future ahead of her. Now, I have a happiness that is accompanied by gratefulness. I wonder what happiness will look like on my face after six more years have passed. However it looks on me, I am comforted by knowing that in the future, there is happiness. Of this I am certain. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find the nearest mall with a “Glamor Shots.” I need something to hang next to this on my bedroom wall. Oooo! Maybe I can find one with a saloon scene!

Heidi Garvin, circa 2003 or maybe 2004.

My first instinct is to make fun of me/this photo. What is this from? Glamor shots at the mall?

In actuality, this is my very first headshot. It was used to audition for plays in college, so it didn’t need to be super profesh. This was when it was still ok to have your headshot in black and white. Also, I was a college freshman and didn’t have a clue. Even if people had started using color for their photos, none of us freshmen at USC were hip to that. We were still trying to figure out how to get into one of those faculty directed shows and not feel like such a small fish in what seemed like a big pond at the time.

When I look this photo, several things jump out at me:

  • short hair! I’ve had short hair most of my teen/adult life. I don’t know if it suits my face as well as long hair does, but short hair Heidi is always fun looking. Always fresh and vibrant.
  • soft! My face is so soft. I have fuller cheeks and fewer lines/scars left behind by adult acne caused by stress/health issues/medications/stress
  • that look on my face! When you’re 19 and in college and have an overwhelming air of optimism and innocence about you, you can get away with having that look in your eyes. Now, well, let’s just say people get ideas about things when you look at them like that.
  • Girl, your lipstick is too dark
  • Is that your bra strap? Why is it up by your neck?
  • Your head looks big.

Clearly, I can only be genuinely reflective for a limited amount of time, but this photo, as cheeseball as it is, reminds me, not necessarily of a happier time, but of a happier ME. I am still a happy person, but at 25 it is a different kind of happiness than the utter care-free, reckless happiness of a 19 year-old with a bright future ahead of her. Now, I have a happiness that is accompanied by gratefulness. I wonder what happiness will look like on my face after six more years have passed. However it looks on me, I am comforted by knowing that in the future, there is happiness. Of this I am certain. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find the nearest mall with a “Glamor Shots.” I need something to hang next to this on my bedroom wall. Oooo! Maybe I can find one with a saloon scene!

Easter 1989 was too adorable for words

Easter 1989 was too adorable for words

Wow. You guys, I found this old photo from fall semester 2004 at USC. I was barely 20 and should never have gotten that sweater. I look like a watermelon. Let me tell you what is happening here: I was having dinner at my friend Jed’s house. I made Jed, or maybe it was my roommate, Karen, toss me a crab cake so I could catch it in my mouth. I have pretty much zero hand-eye (or mouth-eye) coordination, so everyone was pretty skeptical about my ability to do this. But this, THIS is photo evidence that I did IN FACT catch the air-borne crab cake in my mouth. I picked up some PRETTY IMPORTANT skills in college. Go higher education!
Photo credit: Allison of allisoninthecity. Or possibly that roommate Karen. I KNOW SHE WAS THERE and somehow involved. I just can’t quite remember in what capacity.

Wow. You guys, I found this old photo from fall semester 2004 at USC. I was barely 20 and should never have gotten that sweater. I look like a watermelon. Let me tell you what is happening here: I was having dinner at my friend Jed’s house. I made Jed, or maybe it was my roommate, Karen, toss me a crab cake so I could catch it in my mouth. I have pretty much zero hand-eye (or mouth-eye) coordination, so everyone was pretty skeptical about my ability to do this. But this, THIS is photo evidence that I did IN FACT catch the air-borne crab cake in my mouth. I picked up some PRETTY IMPORTANT skills in college. Go higher education!

Photo credit: Allison of allisoninthecity. Or possibly that roommate Karen. I KNOW SHE WAS THERE and somehow involved. I just can’t quite remember in what capacity.