I seem to have some new followers. Welcome!
I’d like to say thanks for showing some interest in my little corner of the world wide web and let you know what tends to comprise the contents of heidigarvin.tumblr.com:
My life. And how it is wonderful, interesting, and sometimes downright bizarre.
Open letters to celebrities, fictional characters, places, people who I know in real life, and things.
Other people (namely my mom, my roommate, and the boy in my life) sure say funny/interesting things.
Pictures. Of wonderful/cute/funny experiences/people in my life. Oh, who am I kidding? Pictures of me. Sometimes doing cool things with other people.
My abhorrence for spelling and grammar errors.
Spelling and grammar errors.
Things I think.
Central California (A strange land of which most know nothing).
Strange facts about myself put on the internet for your enjoyment and amusement. And sometimes too much information.
You have been warned.
Thanks for your interest and enjoy!
I could kiss your chubby baby thighs all day long.
The Weird Aunt
seem to be the themes of my last three weekends.
friends I hadn’t seen in forever, parents visiting, mom coming back and visiting, the 10 years and counting friend and her fiance staying at casa de garvin, driving through Bakersfield (my place of birth), staying at my childhood home, seeing siblings, and holding my baby nephew. Next weekend, Halloween and the Sparkle of a Roommate’s birthday!
Me: I have a question.
Dad: I have an answer.
Me: You first.
Dad: peanut butter.
My parents are visiting. I am making them stay in and play cards with me tonight. Yay Garvins!
Is one of the greatest sounds ever.
(my brother sent me a video of his baby laughing. I have watched it approximately 50 times since yesterday.)
My mom said my little baby nephew has chunked up. If there was any doubt, it is for certain now that he is a Garvin baby. (My brother and I packed on the pounds our first six months, him more so than me.) This post is starting to sound as if it’s good news that now we KNOW my brother is the dad…which is not the case. I mean we DO KNOW but there was NEVER any doubt. NONE. NADA. The good news is that now there are lovely dimply, squishy baby legs (and arms and body and head) for me to squeeze and kiss next time I visit. And even more surface area on that kid to give off AWESOME BABY SMELL. Squee!
I told my mother about my theory of spaceships making a sonic boom. She informed me that sonic booms do not occur when spaceships jump through hyper space. duh.
My mom is hilarious.
We then noted how brilliant J.K. Rowling is for having a loud crack occur when characters disapparate and apparate, because they are traveling faster than the speed of sound.
Because, clearly, we are giant dorks.