Author Archives: Heather

i’ve been trying to figure out why i’m so damn lazy lately. i haven’t even pretended to consider putting up anything xmassy at home. i haven’t done a lick of baking. i have barely managed to tidy up the apartment and get laundry & dishes done.
the holidays are usually really big for me. i’m all about the decorations, the carols, the baking, the tv specials, the cards. this year… not so much. not at all, really, and i want to know why.
is it because i’m not as lonely as i usually am? maybe having new friends to spend time with has been a substitute for excessive holiday excitement? maybe it’s the recent work stress manifesting itself as after-hours apathy? maybe i just want to spend more time in my bed staring at my beautiful new curtains?
i have two weeks to until xmas. this one is filled to the brim with holiday events: three work lunches in a row & two evening engagements. in between them all, i want to have dinner with jamie and, yes, get some damn baking done. i’m hoping tonight’s the night to break that particular ice. wish me luck.
p.s. dante didn’t phone last night like he said he would. i don’t think i’m upset about it, but i could be wrong. until given reason to think otherwise, he is now relegated to the position of “pub boyfriend”, which has absolutely no relevance to my life away from the barstool. and that’s okay.

it’s friday. but, not really. it’s more like thursday because i have to work tomorrow. it’s not really as bad as it may seem since it means three things to me:
1. i have a whole day WITHOUT INTERRUPTIONS to get things accomplished.
2. i’ll get a day off in lieu.
3. i’ll get an extra day’s pay.
so what if it means i can’t go out and get polluted at the pub (and possibly see dante) tonight? oh, i’m still going out. i just won’t be getting polluted.
ooh! i just got the phone call! my spanky new glasses are ready! yay!

so… dante specifically requested my presence at the pub on saturday afternoon. since my baking supply shopping trip was aborted due to everyone in the free world being at the store i decided to oblige. four hours later, i took off to retry the ingredient procurement, and four hours after that he phoned me at home (waking me up).
i think this means he likes me. boys? feel free to weigh in.
otherwise, i went to the eye doctor on friday afternoon where i found out my left-eye blurriness after photographing is normal because i squint in such a manner as to squish my eyeball out of shape, so it can’t focus until it unsquishes. who knew? i’m mostly excited to know i don’t have any eye diseases, but i really can’t wait to get my new glasses some time this week. holy crap are they spanky. my hotness quotient will seriously rise when i get them on my face.
i hope.

limber 33yo SWF with unmentionable talents and a pleasing disposition seeks sugar daddy for monetary support and emotional nurturing in exchange for domestic bliss and unbridled affection.
(yes, i’ve been doing way too much recreational craigslist reading.)

let’s just say it was a pretty spanktastic weekend. here, let me count the ways:
1. after much adversity, my new curtains were hung (see above).
2. upon leaving my apartment, my dad said “that was the most stimulating conversation i’ve had in a long while”.
3. i have a grown up bedside table and non-interrogation lamp (see above).
3a. i heart ikea.
4. my best friend’s birthday party rocked!
4a. i got really, really polluted.
4b. i danced.
4c. i got kissed.
4d. i got asked home by a guy who looks like dante from clerks.
4e. i don’t think i paid for anything the entire night.
4f. my hangover only lasted until noon.
5. i got to sleep in a darkened bedroom for the first time in eight years.
6. i figured out 75% of my holiday shopping.

work is kicking my ass.
i’m insanely glad it’s friday.
i’m even more glad it’s payday so i can go buy some food and gas and a birthday present for meghan and a curtain rod to hang my curtains.
despite all the things conspiring to make me hellishly evil and bitchy, i’m surprisingly not. i’m just feeling anxious and frazzled. normally, i’d be crying right about now.
tonight, i’m not answering the phone and overdosing on television. i can’t wait.

in lieu of content, i present to you my holiday baking list:
– orange-almond biscotti (2)
– mince tarts
– puffed mint chocolate chip cookies
– ginger cookies
– peppermint bark (2)
– nanaimo bars (2)
– choco-lava cookies
– rice krispie treats or shortbread (i haven’t yet decided)
you may now commence the drooling.

you are looking at the material from which my bedroom drapes are to be made. i’m going to have the sexiest bedroom in the free world. just as soon as i get myself a new lamp, right jamie?

alert! there have been words written in the nanowrimo file! 1,320 of them, to be exact. i actually found a little bit of inspiration on the ferry rides i took this week. while i’m pretty sure i won’t be getting 48,680 more of them written before the end of the month, i’m fairly confident that this is the beginning of that story i started in my head eight years ago.
the file lives on lucy, so it will go travelling with us and hopefully there will be more inspiration along the way. i actually feel pretty good about the start i’ve made. now i just need to make some plans for where it’s going to go, instead of wandering aimlessly through a sea of paragraphs and getting hopelessly lost.
i’m sad today is the last day of my vacation. it’s going to be unbearably difficult to wake up at 5:30 am tomorrow. ugh.

vacation is going great. i’m going to the island. have a good weekend!

dear newsreader people: i have a new header thingie i made last night. you might want to clickity-click through to see it. feedback, while not required, is always appreciated.
it’s monday morning, about nine-thirty and i’m sitting in my chair in my underpants and nothing else. this is the first day of my week off and i’m starting it in grand style. i was planning to be down at the midas shop trying my best to seduce chris the midas manager, but i’ve altered my plans a little. mostly because i overslept and i’m not feeling so cute right now. don’t worry, i have not yet abandoned the quest. i’m just reworking my strategy.
yesterday afternoon, on some strange whim, i pulled out the videos made for me by the monkeyfaced boy pictured above, the oldest of which is just shy of being ten years old. gosh. do you even remember the internet back then? when, if you wanted to show someone a photo of you, you actually had to mail it? when, if you wanted to talk to someone with your voice, you had to phone them and incure massive phone bills? when people actually wrote emails with content and conversations instead of instant messaging?
that monkeyfaced boy… i can’t believe it’s soon to be the tenth anniversary of our first phone conversation. i still remember the day. he’d been trying so hard to get me to give him my phone number. i finally relented, then, out of fear, told him he had to wait three hours before he could call. when he did… i was so nervous. i sat on the floor of my bedroom, butt on the ugly green carpet, back against my dresser, clutching my trendy transparent telephone in my hand. the first time i heard his twangy accent part of me melted.
ah, internet love stories. too bad this isn’t one of those. well, kind of, but not really. unrequited? not exactly. unfulfilled? most definitely. i may not have found a lover or a partner in him, but that monkeyfaced boy and i have something, some connection which will never be broken. no matter where we live or how long between times we get to visit, we will always know each other.
today, he lives with his beautiful wife, step-daughter and his ultimate accomplishment: his son. he’s successful, well-respected, loved, admired; everything he’s ever wanted for himself he has and i can’t begin to describe just how happy for him i am.
ten years: who knew so much could change, while so much else could stay exactly the same?