tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53384312011-04-21T18:10:11.879-07:00Oxymorons and MiscellaneaBlogging strikes in the land of Heather...Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comBlogger841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1133933783558792592005-12-06T21:20:00.000-08:002005-12-06T21:36:23.800-08:00Dear Person Who Stole My Credit Cards,I would just like to point out the fact that you suck. Enjoy your stolen goods from Victoria's Secret, Bebe, and Look- whatever that is. I hope the PF Changs you ordered on my Debit Card gave you food poisoning. Please know that you have not only stolen quite a bit of money from me, you have also greatly inconvenienced my life, for along with my credit and Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1130474438097626962005-10-27T21:35:00.000-07:002005-10-27T21:40:38.106-07:00Waking Up is Hard to Do...I have to be at work at 7 am tomorrow morning, after having become used to going in at 9 for almost 6 months now. I have never been a morning person- well no, that's not true, when I was a kid I'd get up early on weekends to watch cartoons. Let's just say I've never been an obligatory purpose morning person. I'm hoping to be tired and fall asleep soon, so that tomorrow Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1126159780751908652005-09-07T22:51:00.000-07:002005-09-07T23:09:40.756-07:00A Boy and His Dog...My younger brother's pride and joy, the apple of his eye, and the love of his young life was his Pomeranian, Courtney. Courtney was his "daughter," which of course made me her aunt. Today my mother called me to inform me, that my furry niece had to be put down.She had been suffering for quite some time, first from diabetes, then from cancer. Cancer is just as evil to dogs as Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1123743866454887922005-08-10T23:51:00.000-07:002005-08-11T00:04:26.460-07:00Still Awake...So it's midnight, which is about an hour past my usual bedtime, and I'm still awake. Not wide awake, but awake enough to know that trying to go to sleep will not do me any good. So rather than toss and turn in the frustrations of trying to force sleep upon me, I figured I might as well blog a bit. So here's what's new...My parents have sold their house, which is kind of weird. Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1122860669775646362005-07-31T18:39:00.000-07:002005-08-01T22:41:54.930-07:00Bad Blogger...So I know I said I would write more, and that was like 3 months ago. I've been busy with the new job, and not a whole lot of internet access, so forgive me for being so tardy with this post. I'm loving my new job for the most part, though when its busy its hard on my body. I'm actually making a decent living now, though, which is wonderous! I'm paying off college debt, and soon I'llHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1115830815887778052005-05-11T09:54:00.000-07:002005-05-11T10:00:15.893-07:00So Many Goals So Little Time...Well, actually, more like so little money. But, little time as well. There are so many things I want to do with my life, I feel like I'm running around in circles trying to decide where to go. There are so many classes I want to take, so many things I want to learn, to become. I went to Utah in April to learn Thai Yoga Massage, and it was probably one of the Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1115654997851666392005-05-09T09:05:00.000-07:002005-05-09T09:09:57.856-07:00A Whole New World...This Thursday I begin a new adventure in my life- the actual start of my career, after only one year of anticipation and waiting. This Thursday I have my orientation at the Excalibur. I'm still a little weirded out about working there. It seems kind of cheesy to have a spa at the Excalibur for some reason. Even so, the spa is quite lovely. At the same time, it's pretty Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1115245930076937182005-05-04T15:27:00.000-07:002005-05-04T15:32:10.080-07:00Hello Again...Knock, knock. Is anybody there? It's been a while, but I'm still here. I've been busy and not the last couple of months, caught up in life while watching it pass by to quickly or to slowly. I'm a tangle of many thoughts, many hopes, many dreams. Perhaps writing here again will help me to sort things out. So to anyone who still checks here, hello again. I'll be here a little Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1102541553606092212004-12-08T13:31:00.000-08:002004-12-08T13:32:33.606-08:00All Dogs Go to Heaven
When I was eight years old, we went to Phoenix to pick up our new puppy, a Toy Poodle we named Beau. He was only a few months old when we took him home, and small enough to fit inside a shoe. He ate cottage cheese mixed with some sort of puppy chow powder until he was old enough to eat regular dog food. He slept in my room the first few days he was home, but then he Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1099538711215095252004-11-03T19:05:00.000-08:002004-11-03T19:35:35.246-08:00Games Afoot...
This weekend I went on a 3 day cruise to Ensenada, Mexico. But not just any cruise... a murder mystery cruise- dun, dun, duuuuuuh! Yes, I was Heather, Prima ballerina! And my mom was choreographer to the New York City ballet. Our dearest friend since childhood and recent zillionaire heiress, Eunice Finklestein (yes that was her name), would be wed to model Playboy, Spencer Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1098498495659039022004-10-22T19:16:00.000-07:002004-10-22T19:28:15.660-07:00Heyla, Heyla, My Boyfriend's Back!
Having spent eleven whole days away in Mexico, my boyfriend arrived home yesterday morning to be greeted, by me, with a big huge hug! We are a cheesy, cheesy couple who missed each other thoroughly, and spent most of yesterday catching up on some much needed cuddle-time. He also brought me back super-cool presents because I am a spoiled princess.
Now, in a Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1098150466755162282004-10-18T18:28:00.000-07:002004-10-18T18:47:46.756-07:00The DMV in 20 Minutes or Less...
Unbelievable, you say! But I tell you no! I went to the DMV after work today to register my car, and like most people there I was prepared to wait at least an hour, hopefully not more than that since I would have to leave to go to my other job. It seemed busy enough as I pulled into the parking lot at around 4:20. The line at the information desk was deceivingly Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1096077586530349202004-09-24T18:28:00.000-07:002004-09-24T18:59:46.530-07:00Fire: Dangerous Burny Thing or Tasty Treat...
Fire Eating, Attempt #1: How big is Heather's mouth, really?
Not big enough apparently, or at least not as big as Tim imagines. Attempt failed, new mini-me torch created especially for me.
Fire Eating, Attempt #2: It tastes like burning!
No really, it does. Attempt number two was slightly more successful then attempt number one, in that I actually Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1095527011820041352004-09-18T09:59:00.000-07:002004-09-18T10:03:31.820-07:00Gethsemane
Toll no bell for me Father
But let this cup of suffering pass from me
Send me no shepherd to heal my world
But the Angel - the dream foretold
Prayed more than thrice for You to see
The wolf of loneliness in me
...not my own will but Yours be done...
You wake up where's the tomb?
Will Easter come, enter my room?
The Lord weeps with me
But my tears fall for you
Another BeautyLoved by Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1095524674168795292004-09-18T09:20:00.000-07:002004-09-18T09:26:32.146-07:00The Wave of the Future...
I just took traffic school over the internet, it took slightly more than an hour. God love technology. My favorite quote from the lesson: "Be cautious of tourists and other confused people." That amused me muchly. Hooray for the internet and not having to sit in a classroom and watch bloody videos for more than half of a day!
P.S. There is a mouse living in my office, Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1093314476985052872004-08-23T19:16:00.000-07:002004-08-23T19:27:56.986-07:00I miss my church.
The L.I.G.H.T. House decided a month ago that it needed a vacation. We will return to live and love with each other on Tuesday nights starting September 7th. I miss my church, and I miss my family there. As I was catching up on some other blogs I realized I miss the rest of my family at Apex as well. I don't see my church family enough, and unfortunately mine is not an easy Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1093103617556121082004-08-21T08:39:00.000-07:002004-08-21T08:54:19.020-07:00Stuff...
I have had no passion to write lately. I have nothing and yet everything to say and no words to say it. I feel neglectful og my poor little blog. Does anybody read it anymore or have I been away so long that it's rants and raves have been forgotten. Who knows, but in either case, I'll write something today and try to revisit more often to write more.
I have moved into my new house. It Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1091291707438482932004-07-31T08:42:00.000-07:002004-07-31T09:35:07.436-07:00Heather Updates
I move into my new house this weekend. Well, wait, scratch that. I move my stuff into my new home this weekend. The previous owner has informed us that it is simply not possible for her to be out before Wednesday as it would be too much of an inconvenience for her. So she will instead pass the inconvenience on to me. Which, I must say, I find a bit rude, mostly because when Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1088999276868021152004-07-04T20:19:00.000-07:002004-07-04T20:50:35.306-07:00Do you know why I pulled you over?
Do you really think that if I knew why you pulled me over that we would be having this conversation. For if I knew why you were pulling me over I wouldn't have done whatever it was that made you pull me over in the first place!
Six years it took. Six years of being a licensed driver without a ticket, without even being pulled over. A perfect six year Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1087243590577554272004-06-14T12:41:00.000-07:002004-06-14T13:06:30.576-07:00Planes, Trains, and Familymobiles
This weekend was my grandparents 40th anniversary. To celebrate we had a sort of family reunion in Dana Point, California. My grandparents used to take my mom and my aunts and uncles to Doheny beach to go camping, so we stayed at the Double Tree Inn overlooking Doheny Beach, which incidentally is now the most polluted beach in California. My step dad and I Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1086845655368884322004-06-09T22:05:00.000-07:002004-06-09T22:34:15.366-07:00Still Blogging...
I'm still here, I know it's been a little over a month since my last blog, I apologize to those of you put out by that. Though I'm sure most of you got through your blogging adventures just fine without me for a little while. I had no real intention of taking a blogging sabbatical, it just kind of happened. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I haven't really been able to Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1083982953397334432004-05-07T19:22:00.000-07:002004-05-07T19:26:54.826-07:00Happiness Is...
Falling asleep in your arms and waking up there the next morning.
Not having to wear scrubs 13 hours a day.
Helping people feel like a new person.
Catching up on the latest with my mom.
Singing me heart out in my car, while stuck in the dregs of construction traffic.
Being able to blog on the job.
Kicking ass at Solitaire... on the job.
Naptime.
Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1083702614048598912004-05-04T13:30:00.000-07:002004-05-04T13:33:57.606-07:00One Job Woman
So I quite my job. Well one of them. I am no longer employed by Kelly Hawkins Physical Therapy, and that makes me so incredibly happy! The lack of fundage will kind of suck, but the free time and sheer beauty of not having to work for that wretched company is well worth it!
I finish school in three weeks and then embark on trying to get a full time job at a spa, hopefully theHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1082601078753608452004-04-21T19:31:00.000-07:002004-04-21T19:35:18.920-07:00Happiness
I am a very happy, lucky girl...Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1081023604322674142004-04-03T12:20:00.000-08:002004-04-03T12:23:40.500-08:00Anyway
People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Be good anyway.
Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1080794524922883052004-03-31T20:42:00.000-08:002004-03-31T20:45:39.140-08:00This Just In...
I have finally figured out how to make my archive links work, so for those of you just tuning in (or for those of you who want to read past posts over and over again because you're that bored or because you think I'm just that cool) simply click on the links above for the latest and greatest reruns of Oxymorons and Miscellanea. I have also spiffily added the whole commenting Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1080618268252555102004-03-29T19:44:00.000-08:002004-03-29T19:48:00.030-08:00When I grow up I want to be like me...
What do you want to be when you grow up, Heather? For the first time in my life, I can't answer that question clearly. When I was very young up until the time I saw my first hockey game in junior high, I wanted to be a cartoonist. Yeah, big leap there from cartoonist to physical therapist, I know. But that's what I wanted. I would sit in my room and Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1080017326597497522004-03-22T20:48:00.000-08:002004-03-22T20:52:07.000-08:00Family Stuff
I have a REALLY big family. I mean friggin HUGE! Between step-this, great-that, and second-whoevers however many removed, my family is large-ess. Today a part of my family is hurting, and I hurt more for them than for why they actually hurt. My uncle Dave passed away this morning, he had been sick for quite sometime, having been an alcoholic he was suffering from cirrhosis. By Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1079201530128735632004-03-13T10:12:00.000-08:002004-03-13T10:16:54.750-08:00Chivalry Not Dead, Las Vegas Woman Claims
In a recent study, it has been discovered that chivalry is not dead as many women once believed. The ever elusive male species, Chivalrous Gentlemanius is not in fact extinct, but hiding himself in the form of "guy friends" who simply don't count, and the recently discovered next door neighbor of one said "guy friend."
"This specific form of male is Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1078109143976804442004-02-29T18:45:00.000-08:002004-02-29T18:48:35.436-08:00Happy Birthday To Me!
Friday was my birthday, and so began the birthday celebration! I went to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory with my parents... Mmmm, cheesecake! Then went and had my hair done, and I love it, so cute! Then went shopping for a bit, then off to the hockey game. Because what would a birthday be without hockey? And it was awesome hockey! Damn near playoff hockey (FYI: the Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1077683574260488182004-02-24T20:32:00.000-08:002004-02-24T20:35:39.186-08:00Leaving Las Vegas...
No, not me! One of my very best friends is moving away from the city of strippers and lights. Only for two months, though. I will miss him like the sun misses the flower. My life is all the better for his presence in it. So thank you, Sean, you are loved and will be missed. You will be prayed for and thought of muchly. And most likely called several times too. I loveHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1076266596668784062004-02-08T10:56:00.000-08:002004-02-08T10:58:59.513-08:00Another Hockey Blog
This weekend has been a bit of a hockey weekend, though I didn't go to any games. I went to see Miracle on Friday. It is the greatest movie of all time! I was on the edge of my seat and had to stop myself from cheering at a movie in the middle of a crowded theatre. It made me miss playing hockey. That's the one thing in my life I wish I had stuck to. It is my greatest Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1074461384272013682004-01-18T13:29:00.000-08:002004-01-18T13:31:39.873-08:00The Mystery that is Moshing...
My older brother, Matt, was recently asked to play guitar in one of the biggest local bands here in town, FFI. This brings the number of bands my brother is in up to three. Last night FFI played a show at The Boston, and being the supportive sister that I am, I went. It was a very good show, I really enjoyed the band. I did not however(nor will I ever) Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1074375824350549692004-01-17T13:43:00.000-08:002004-01-17T13:46:18.746-08:00This is war!
My mother's friend, Brenda, has 3 cats. Bugs, because she bugs everyone for attention; Ghost, because no one ever sees him; and Jack, because that sounded like a good name for an adorable kitten. Bugs is fluffy and adorably lovable, Jack is now full grown and a mighty fat cat. Ghost has become a diabetic and is now possessed by some demonic being from the deepest darkest depths Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1074153088428093742004-01-14T23:51:00.000-08:002004-01-14T23:57:40.250-08:00It's 11:36, Do you know where your children are?
It's 11:36 pm. I am tired but don't feel like going to bed, and don't really feel like surfing the net, as it were. I don't really even feel like blogging, but here I am. I don't really have a whole lot to say, life has been strange for me the past couple of weeks and it's not easy. Not that life has ever been easy. But sometimes you reach a Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1073203440177285292004-01-04T00:03:00.000-08:002004-01-04T00:05:36.936-08:00Pretty Woman
I want the fairytail...Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1073008204718696972004-01-01T17:13:00.000-08:002004-01-14T23:53:55.903-08:00Dear Abbott
I miss you. I never knew how much I would miss you until now... now that you're gone. I still have your phone number in the phonebook of my cell phone, still the first number. I see it every time I page through my numbers to call someone, and there is this fleeting hope that if I were to call it you would answer and tell me everything was ok. I tried to delete it the other day, Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1072420214923964312003-12-25T22:10:00.000-08:002003-12-25T22:31:39.373-08:00Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas...
Santa was good to me this year. Santa is good to me every year. Santa is my mommy and I am her very spoiled daughter. I got lots of wonderful gifts today, none so great as the family and friends I received all of my gifts from. This Christmas I am very aware of the gift of people. I am so very greatful for all those people that have touched my life Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1071547420712098582003-12-15T19:37:00.000-08:002003-12-15T20:04:52.246-08:00Quotable Quotables...
The Pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
-Winston Churchill
The body tells the story. It is, in fact, a living autobiography.
-Elaine Mayland
All feelings, both positive and unpleasant, come out of the same faucet. To turn down the faucet on pain is to slow the flow of pleasant feelings as well.
-Gay andHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1071448584196106852003-12-14T16:27:00.000-08:002003-12-14T16:37:33.750-08:00Oh Tanenbaum...
Yesterday we got our Christmas tree. A real Christmas tree! We have had a fake Christmas tree for the past 10 years. I am very excited about our real one! It smells so good! My mom and I began putting the lights up, but because she is allergic to Christmas trees she had to pass the lights off onto my little brother. My little brother is like the Grinch who stole my Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1071126011890706192003-12-10T22:45:00.000-08:002003-12-10T23:03:27.060-08:00Orange Crush
Have you every had one of those completely and totally irrational crushes on someone? And I'm not talking about one of those movie/rock star crushes. But a crush on someone you actually know, only you don't really know why you have a crush on them. I am faced with just such a dilemma at the moment. I like this boy. I have no clue why I like this boy, we haven't much in common, Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1070843631122164362003-12-07T16:23:00.000-08:002003-12-07T16:34:51.496-08:00Odd Combination
I am a combination of many different things, a tapestry woven and tied with many colored strings. Odd combinations and mismatches, tattered and torn with many colored patches. By definition I am avidly Christian yet still an utterly flirtatious vixen. And friends with pagans, not strictly just to save them, but to love life and share it with those who are willing to bare it. Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1069870039387638362003-11-26T09:39:00.000-08:002003-11-26T10:10:40.233-08:00Friendship and Loss
The first time I met Jeremy Ohl he invited me to dinner at his house, as if he'd known me for years. That meant a lot to me, even though I didn't get to go to that dinner. Since then I have shared many dinners with Jeremy and his beautiful wife Lori, and their beautiful daughter, Login at another warm and loving home, the L.I.G.H.T. House. Jeremy, Lori, and Login have overHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1069470141875653132003-11-21T19:02:00.000-08:002003-11-21T19:03:30.200-08:00Fortune Cookie Say
For whatever nerdy reason, I keep almost all of my fortune cookie fortunes. They are stored cozily in an old Starbucks After Coffee Mints tin, the peppermint kind because they're the best. I keep the ones that extol my virtues, and the others I think I keep to see if they will actually come true, some I keep just because they're fun for playing the "fortune cookie game" withHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1069297256263743992003-11-19T18:48:00.000-08:002003-11-19T19:01:32.546-08:00Everything's Going to Be OK
Always look on the bright side, every cloud has a silver lining, the glass is half full. The mantra of an optimist. Much good may it do you when all your optimism has run out! I've had several bouts with this of late. I've gotten myself into a funk where nothing and no one can cheer me up. Luckily, I'm not there long, and optimism quickly returns. Last night I Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1069011044035558962003-11-16T11:13:00.000-08:002003-11-16T11:31:59.576-08:00Holidays Favorites...
Seeing my extended family at Thanksgiving.
Eating the Thanksgiving feast, of which I get two this year... woohoo!!
Eating Eppleskeevers the morning after Thanksgiving... which we haven't done for a
while.
Going to Disneyland last year with my older brother after Thanksgiving.
Counting down the days until Christmas
Putting up Christmas Decorations the day after Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1067720846869595502003-11-01T12:29:00.000-08:002003-11-01T13:07:39.233-08:00Jigsaw Puzzles
You know when your putting a puzzle together, and there are a few pieces that fit together, but they don't really look like they should. And I don't mean those pieces that you force together out of frustration, I mean the pieces that actually geometrically fit together. But when you look at the picture aspect of the puzzle you can see that they're not really meant for each otherHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1067109076708639282003-10-25T12:03:00.000-07:002003-10-25T12:11:19.716-07:00The Boys Are Back in Town!
After four years of being sans hockey, the greatest sport ever has finally returned to Las Vegas! I went to the home opener on Tuesday and it was SO much fun. The Blue Man Group played the national anthem, complete with streamers shooting out of their crazy pipe instruments at the opposing team. The Wranglers vanquished the Bakersfield Condors 4-2, in front of a Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1066176854532816312003-10-14T17:01:00.000-07:002003-10-14T17:14:14.540-07:00Public Service Announcement
I am finally starting my student massage clinic, October 28th I will officially begin massaging the public at large. Well, maybe not at large... only a few at a time. The clinic I will be at will be at the West Charleston CCSN Campus on West Charleston and Torrey Pines, Building A, in the former UMC clinic. I will be there on Tuesdays from 1:30-5:30. Other W. Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1065247098814032422003-10-03T22:54:00.000-07:002003-10-03T22:58:18.176-07:00Guess I'll Go Eat Worms
I've been in a very pessimistic mood for the last several days... I don't like it. I feel very "Nobody likes me everybody hates me guess I'll go eat worms." I do of course realize this isn't true, and I will not in fact actually eat worms. I just took a nice long hot bath, so I'm all relaxed and feeling a bit better. I'm going to go will myself to be optimistic again.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1063932422501231032003-09-18T17:20:00.000-07:002003-09-18T17:47:02.070-07:00Bad Patient
I think that people who know anything about human anatomy and physiology are the worst patients in the world. I include myself in the previous statement. I hate going to the doctor, especially since the doctor I went to through all of high school and the beginning of college retired some time ago. The doctor I went to after being hit by a truck (see July 25th's entry for that Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1063345631731556322003-09-11T22:44:00.000-07:002003-09-11T22:47:11.600-07:00Stress Addicts Anonymous
Hello, my name is Heather, and I’m a stress addict. There, I said it. It’s true too. I am addicted to stress. When I am not stressed, I seek it out, I take on one thing after another until it seems I’m drowning in a pool of stress that I, myself, dug and filled in. Let’s briefly examine my life. Currently I work 2 part-time jobs twenty hours a week I work my ass Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1062789759548617352003-09-05T12:22:00.000-07:002003-09-05T12:22:39.540-07:00Anna’s Gift
Today I have begun to receive one of the greatest gifts I’ll ever receive, given to me by a complete stranger whose name I don’t even know. The day began rather frantically as I arrived late to my class after wandering the maze of Building A at the West Charleston CCSN campus. I met my fellow classmates in the hall, relieved that class had not begun without me. The instructor Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1062657079141183872003-09-03T23:31:00.000-07:002003-09-03T23:31:19.080-07:00Castles Made of Sand
She sat there, on the soft white sand, and began her work slowly and meticulously. She combined just the right amount of sand and water and packed it tightly into her blue plastic pale. Slowly she turned the bucket over, tapped it twice and ever so gently lifted the bucket from the form it left beneath. She did this several more times before standing back to survey the Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1062542384255897352003-09-02T15:39:00.000-07:002003-09-02T15:39:44.243-07:00First Day of School
After a long summer, today I started back to school. I woke up at the ungodly hour of 6:45am to get ready and be in class by 8:00. Since I am attending class at the CCSN technology center at Green Valley High School I tried my hardest to NOT look like I was still in high school. A feat which, according to my mother, I was unable to accomplish. “At least when you are my Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1062059505736226452003-08-28T01:31:00.000-07:002003-08-28T01:31:45.740-07:00Around the Hooka
Tonight was a blessed night. It began with the $5 Funny pick-up rehearsal, which I got free Crazy Bread before and in which a bunch of my friends hung out, blazed through lines, and thoroughly entertained each other. Sean and I packed ourselves into my car and journeyed over Tim’s where we sang a duet from Little Shop of Horrors, and then sat around Adam’s hooka for several Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1061962243166063452003-08-26T22:30:00.000-07:002003-08-26T22:32:44.896-07:00A Welcome Home
Tonight was my first night back at L.I.G.H.T. house, my house church, after being away over a month to work on $5 Funny. It's true what they say: absence makes the heart grow fonder. It was so wonderful to be home! To see everyone gathered around the dinner table and excited to see me back just made my night, my week even! Roger even had a clipping of the $5 Funny cast from Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1061765660111867762003-08-24T15:54:00.000-07:002003-08-24T15:54:20.106-07:00Busy Little Blogger
*Sigh* It's been a bit since I last blogged. But between working two jobs rehearsing for $5 Funny and the RenFaire I've had little time to sleep let alone sit down at a computer and blog about it all. But it is now Sunday, my day of rest and relaxation (though I did have a belly dancing rehearsal earlier). I laid out by my pool and floated on a raft in the cool water for Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1060756566236733652003-08-12T23:36:00.000-07:002003-08-12T23:36:06.206-07:00A Whole Lot of Words, But Nothing to Say
I don’t really have anything specific to blog about so this is going to be mostly random thoughts that pop into my head. I think that sometimes I think too much about blogging, about what to say. Like I need some great purpose or story in order to blog. But I don’t… I just need to feel like writing, which I do at the moment, so here goes…
Fellowship.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1060145374964885202003-08-05T21:49:00.000-07:002003-08-05T21:49:34.936-07:00I Love the Rum and Monkey!!!
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1059629580812786242003-07-30T22:33:00.000-07:002003-07-30T22:33:00.713-07:00The Price and Pain of Vanity
This morning I paid an exorbitant amount of money for a woman to rip out hair from my flesh, which I find almost as vexing as it is amusing. It was surprisingly less painful than I expected, which was good, but surprisingly more expensive as well. Amazing what women do for vanity, isn’t it? Girls, I think, are trained from birth to be vain. We play dress up with Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1059197067344241542003-07-25T22:24:00.000-07:002003-07-25T22:24:27.310-07:00Simplicity
I long for a simpler life. I crave simplicity. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time. I desire a life of the past, living in some remote little cottage with a very small farm that yields just enough to keep my family fed. I want to wake up with the sun and milk cows and collect chicken eggs, and make bread from scratch. I want to fix the morning meal for my family and makeHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1059179839619958602003-07-25T17:37:00.000-07:002003-07-25T17:37:19.506-07:00One Year Ago, Today!
One year ago, today, was the luckiest day of my life. One year ago, today, I decided to go to the gym at around 10:00am, before my Psychology of Sport class. As I was walking from the parking lot to the entrance of 24 Hour Fitness, I noticed there was a car fast approaching me, Oh my God, I thought, that car is going to hit me! But my brain was thinking in terms of a Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1058853925953885332003-07-21T23:05:00.000-07:002003-07-21T23:07:30.010-07:00Stuff I Have Decided to Do...
September 6th I will run, yes run, a 5K race, "Race for the Heroes," Hopefully in 30 minutes, at least that's my goal.
October 19th I am walking a half marathon (that's 13.1 miles- wow) in San Francisco with my Mommy, my Auntie Cathy and my cousin Amy.
I am applying to go to grad school in Scotland, and have every intention of going if I get accepted. Robert Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-105854972307006352003-07-18T10:35:00.000-07:002003-07-18T10:35:23.066-07:00Waiting
I hate waiting. I have no patience what-so-ever for waiting. Waiting for a phone call, but my cell phone never rings. Waiting for an e-mail, but all I get is spam informing how to save on the mortgage I don’t have, or buy the Viagra that I’ll never need, or increase the size of the penis that I, again, don’t have. Waiting for Mr. Right. Waiting for school to start so that I can wait Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1058336132672629142003-07-15T23:15:00.000-07:002003-07-18T10:38:08.450-07:00Dreams
Sean has inspired me to write free-style poetry, a feet which I have not yet attempted to this point, so here goes.
Dreams
I long for a dream that is my own, not the American dream: fast car, big home. But for something more profound, something I can’t quite write down. Something explained only in metaphors and phrases. Emotions without thought, without regret, and without patience, Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1057041674387215042003-06-30T23:41:00.000-07:002003-06-30T23:42:50.406-07:00Jesus For Sale
I read an article in Time magazine today (wow I never realized how sophisticated that made me sound, perhaps I should read Time more often). The cover story: “Should Christians Convert Muslims?” Evangelism just makes me cringe, it always has and I’m afraid it always will. The article itself was entitled “Missionaries Under Cover” and it was a very good article about Christian Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1056780765460729542003-06-27T23:12:00.000-07:002003-06-27T23:13:40.230-07:00VW Church
"Church is like my car, it's how I get to God. But, you know, I could also take the bus or ride my bike..."
Leslie from my work. Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-1056681147965359292003-06-26T19:32:00.000-07:002003-06-26T19:39:24.446-07:00Blah, blah, blah, blogging...
I feel like blogging yet really don't have much to blog about so this will be a rather stream of consciousness blog. There that was my warning, if you do not wish to continue reading my mindless rantings hang up now and dial again. I got sick on Tuesday night, what I thought was just some weird hypoglycemic thing erupted into some freak nasty cold thing, which is Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-957807892003-06-17T22:32:00.000-07:002003-06-17T22:35:08.000-07:00Wrote a song about it...
Here is one of two songs I have written in my life, it's a duet. Though it has a melody I have yet to put music to it since I lack the skills at my guitar, which I should practice more. Anyway, here goes...
Tell Me Why
by Heather Torrey
Girl
She wakes up in the mornin',
Lifts her face to the sky.
Rain, like her tears,
Is fallin.
And she asks the reason why,
Tell me Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-957245962003-06-16T11:18:00.000-07:002003-06-16T11:18:56.716-07:00Kids Today
I went to a wedding on Saturday in Boulder City, I have known the groom, Adam, since I was born. We used to play naked together when we were little (in that cute little kid playing naked way, not in a sick pervy kind of way). He has a one year old son, Aden with his wife, Jodi. At the wedding were a buch of other kids I used to play with when I was little and lived in Boulder City.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-955784812003-06-11T22:13:00.000-07:002003-06-11T22:19:23.000-07:00Fear Factor
I applied to be on Fear Factor last year, here are my answers to some of the application questions, updated to today.
Who do you live with? How long have you lived in that situation? What would that person say are the best and worst things about you?
I live with my mom, my step-dad and my little brother, because I am a poor starving college student and rent is free here. I’ve lived Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-953611472003-06-06T00:14:00.000-07:002003-06-06T00:14:27.330-07:00God is good!
John 9:1-4
As he went along he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”
“Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life.”
What sin is so great that God would so punish one of his beloved children? What evil act calls Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-950145732003-05-28T18:12:00.000-07:002003-05-28T18:12:26.116-07:00Why I love Sean Critchfield
I met Sean Critchfield at the impressionable young age of fifteen, when I was a sophomore in highschool, who got thrown into a theatre class, and who was terrified of it. Believe it or not I used to be painfully shy… no really, I was… honest. But since there was no way round it, I decided it was all or nothing, and I chose all. My teacher made an audition Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-949502432003-05-27T11:17:00.000-07:002003-05-27T11:18:46.000-07:00Shameless Advertising Plug
The production company I am with is putting on a show that I happen to also be in.
A Case of Belonging, by Jan Aldred
A Devil and Angel fight over who gets possession of a soul, confusion and comedy ensue as Limbo and an IRS agent show up to stake their claims as well.
Where: Wayne Bunker Park at Tenaya and Alexander
When: Thursday, May 29th at 7:00p.m.
Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-948173232003-05-23T22:30:00.000-07:002003-05-23T22:47:17.000-07:00For love of the game
Hockey is the greatest game ever invented! I just watch the New Jersey Devils squeak by the Ottawa Senators at the end of the third period in game seven of the Stanley Cup semifinals. The Devils were elated, the Senators destroyed. The Sens haven’t won the cup since 1927. The Devils brought it home in 2000 in a great series against the Dallas Stars. Go Devils!
Now theHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-944630122003-05-16T11:29:00.000-07:002003-05-16T11:29:28.666-07:00DONE!
Yesterday I took my last final! Well, my last final for this semester anyway. I graduate Saturday, but only ceremoniously. I still have one class to take this summer, which somehow takes the excitement away from Saturday’s ceremony. Mostly I’m walking at commencement for my family, I certainly have no real desire to sit in a chair for two hours just to hear my name called, so that I can Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-942117342003-05-12T09:50:00.000-07:002003-05-12T09:50:06.420-07:00Mommy's Day
As I sat at church with my mom last night and stared at the adorable two-year-old boy in front of us I decided what the meaning of life is. Well, the meaning of my life anyway. My maternal instinct is on overdrive. I'm preparing to be a mommy. No don't get me wrong, I'm not pregnant, nor do I plan on becoming pregnant any time soon, much to my mother's dismay. She has given me a Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-940934572003-05-09T22:54:00.000-07:002003-05-10T12:32:00.000-07:00Big Brother on a Blind Date with the American Idol Survivor, Joe Millionaire
Reality shows are taking over the world! It’s scary. Is that really reality? That’s not my reality. Of course I’ve felt very cut off from reality for a while. I seem stuck in my own lonely little uncreative world, which doesn’t make for an exciting television show. In fact it makes for a rather boring television Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-937652652003-05-04T15:45:00.000-07:002003-05-04T15:45:35.043-07:00Which X-Man Are You?
I am Marrow. I suppose I can Kind of relate to Marrow, in an "I can rip my bones out and throw them at you" kind of way. I would definitely have to be post Gene Nation and full on member of X-Men though, because I'm just not a terrorist type of chick... Wow, I am a dork! And I will continue to be one... If I were a boy I would be Wolverine. Which is cool, Wolverine and Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-937268762003-05-03T18:14:00.000-07:002003-05-03T18:14:21.163-07:00Bad Day
If you think you've had a bad day...
GRAND JUNCTION, Colo. (May 2) - A climber who amputated his own arm with a pocketknife to free himself from a narrow, remote canyon in Utah was described as a ''warrior'' with a strong will to survive as he recovered at a hospital.
Aron Ralston, 27, was hospitalized in serious condition Friday after his six-day ordeal in Blue John Canyon near Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-937117622003-05-03T10:49:00.000-07:002003-05-03T10:49:57.453-07:005K
I just walked the Breast Cancer Awareness 5K, in 59 minutes. I think I could have done it faster but I didn't want to ditch Carolyn. And I probably acually walked 6K since I had to walk back to my car from the finish-line. It felt really good, getting out there in our beautiful Las Vegas weather, in a part of town I never really see. I think next year I'll run more of it and do it in 40 Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-935817112003-04-30T23:49:00.000-07:002003-04-30T23:49:05.710-07:00Procrastination
Why is it that the more you shouldn’t procrastinate the easier it becomes to procrastinate? I have just now- finally- finished my rehabilitation protocol for my therapeutic exercise class, which is due in approximately 10 ½ hours, which was assigned at the beginning of the semester. Now, in my defense I did have it halfway done before I sat down to my computer at 6:30pm. It isHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338431.post-934917032003-04-29T15:10:00.000-07:002003-04-29T15:10:16.283-07:00The Blogging Bandwagon
Peer pressure has gotten to me, twisted my arm, and thrown me on the blogging bandwagon. I resisted the temptation as long as I could, but I can resist no longer. I want to write, but I have no story except my own. So I will post random musings to amuse myself and possibly others.
While determining how to introduce myself in my very first blog, I have decided that I am Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13228823644205267340noreply@blogger.com