A look into the future…

The polling is going well so far! Thanks everyone for voting. But there is still time to be heard! You can come back and vote again if you’re feeling froggy. And don’t forget, there will be video and photographic footage of the winning adventure selection to follow.

And for next week, I think I’ll turn things up a notch. I know, I know, a little premature. But hey – I’ve never been one for non-impulsiveness. Next week might mark the first venture into Choose Heather’s Adventure – Dating Version. Don’t ask me how that’s gonna work yet. I haven’t the foggiest, really.

Actually, why don’t you all help out? Comment with your ideas for my first Dating Adventure poll!

For a brief moment in time, live your life vicariously through me! Or just put me through some random and unnecessary embarrassment. I’m leaving it up to you.

As frostbite is slowly taking hold of my fingertips – long story for another day – I’ll sign off for now, with promises of a much more interesting post tomorrow! Right? Right!

So vote! Be counted! And stay warm, for crying out loud.

~h

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Adventure Begins!

Here it is! Round One in the real-life Choose Heather’s Adventure. (Hopefully this works!)

Check out the poll below and vote for your favorite. Notice the write-in space. Feel free to use it, and feel free to come back each day and vote for your favorite. Sometime Saturday I’ll be performing the winning action, complete with either photographic or video proof (or both) of the deed.

So… on your mark!

get set!

VOTE!
~h

I make this look good!

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EPIPHANY!!!

That’s right! I’ve had one. An amazing – if dangerously insane – idea for a blog and maybe something more.

But first – I must get the people to come. And if the Field of Dreams knew what it was talking about, all I have to do is build it, right? If I build it, they will come.

Build what?

Well, far as I can tell, build an interest, an anticipation, a desire to see what will happen next in this, the blog of all blogs, the mother of all ideas, the thing which could be one of two things: the Stairway to Heaven or the Highway to Hell.

So… here goes. A teaser.

Does anyone remember those choose your own adventure books from about, oh, 20-something years ago (maybe older still)? Well, in an effort to inspire myself and maybe others (to do what, I haven’t yet decided), I had the idea to open myself up to living the adventures others would choose for me.

“Whoa-ho, Nelly! What are you sayin’ here, pardner?” No, I will NOT run naked through the Super Walmart screaming for Peep Freedom. Well, I won’t run naked, anyway. No, no, it’ll be a little less spontaneous than that. But the choice, my friends, will be completely up to you.

I’ll start small.

Once a week, let’s say on a Monday, I shall post a poll. This poll will consist of three (3) actions. Actions that I would perform should one of them become the ‘Chosen Action’ – the action chosen most often by the folks who frequent my blog. I’ll leave the voting open for five (5) days, at the end of which I will tally up the votes and determine the winning action – which I will have to complete over the weekend, the next two days after the polls closes.

I had thought to make the choices all dating related, like a ‘hey world! won’t you come help me find a date?’ and I still may do that once I see people coming back and participating. And once people are coming back and participating regularly I will make it a daily poll. A daily chance to state your opinion and see it make a difference.

So here goes. Be sure to check back tomorrow morning and seggggggg (I shouldn’t type this when sleepy – who knows what I’ll end up doing!)

Check back tomorrow morning and see what’s on the table. What will YOU have me do this weekend?

~h

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Homework that’s fun! (and clothes that are not)

I’m actually enjoying my CS100 class this 6th time around. Check this out.

As for clothes that are fun, I stopped by Gordman’s tonight, just to browse, ya know, no specific purchase in mind. My first real stop was – of course – the clearance racks, my personal kryptonite. I flipped through all the amazingly color-coded garments when my fingers settled on a little ruffled skirt. Not the tutu “look at what I can do, mommy!” ruffles. Just cute little layery texturey ruffles. The real clincher was the price tag – 3 bucks. Man! You can’t just beat deals like that. And I was all kindsa ready to take it and head home when I decided to look for a matching top.

Lo and behold – I found one with the same type of cute little ruffles. Has to match, right?

*eyebrow raised

One might make that mistake. (one=ME) All throughout my search, I’m on the phone trying to convince my friend Amy to come down and check out my potential purchase. I end up finding another super cute top, a different kind of ruffley, that I add to my arm before I head to the dressing room.

That moment in the dressing room, friends, was the stuff AFV legends are made of. As it turns out, cute little ruffley numbers like that are not necessarily meant for the rounder folks in the world. Especially when the ruffles – stretched taut across the chest, in my case – start to lay in unusual directions. As I told Amy, there really were no words for the image of me burned into the retinas of anyone unfortunate enough to catch of glimpse of me just then.

It didn’t stop there. The next top I tried on made me look like a Tudor extra reject. Hell, it made me look like I was wearing a bustle, for crying out loud. And I seriously barely got into that thing.

SO… There were no purchases in the clothing department made on my behalf tonight. And I thought losing weight was supposed to mean I could shop. ;)

So the Sandman is already wacking about the head and neck wondering why I haven’t dropped yet, so I suppose I should sign off. Especially since he just brought out the Abrams.

Nighteenight all. More later. Love to all…

~h

(fixed a few, but any further typos/misspellings are Courtesy of my friendly neighbor Sleep Deprivation

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Two days to go

Well I must say, I’m feeling just plain groovetastic.

Weight watchers is my new best friend. In fact, I may just marry it. As of this morning – and my 6th official weigh in – I have lost a smidge over 10 pounds, my 5% mark. Love love love that.

Shortly after that I ran a 5k and did two minutes better than my last timed race. Rocktastic.

And last but not least, after having written a teensy bit on my novel recently I think I’m ready to tackle some more. The way I left off with my novel could actually be an end point, so I may pick up from there for Nanowrimo. So in two days – writing writing writing!

I’m feeling good. Maybe even inspired.

Maybe it’s the weather.

What about you? Does nature do anything to inspire you?

Oh, and since I’m feeling so good I thought I’d share. This is from a super awesome show that was, after an act of insanity, cancelled. George Michael on Eli Stone.

Feel good everyone.

~h

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High winds are not a cheapskate’s friend.

As I lay here on my bed with my laptop perched precariously on my screen-free window sill while 50mph winds blow past me through the gaping porthole a thought comes to mind: wouldn’t it make more sense to just get a
wireless signal of my very own?

Rubbish. Fiddlesticks. Nonsense!

I’ll admit it. I’ve been known to be cheap. To find a way to get something/do something in unconventional ways if it means saving myself time/money/hassle/etc. This happens to be one of those things. I have a hard time rationalizing paying for home internet when 1) I can dangle dangerously from my bedroom window during gale force winds and magically find my way onto the internet and 2) I can name over a dozen different places around town where I can plant myself safely and use some public high speed.

On one hand, it does twist the knickers of success for an aspiring blogger to have no ready and reliable connection at home for when, say at 1:35 in the a.m. inspiration strikes.

On the other hand, if I had unlimited and uninhibited access to all things webby I would lose a dear old friend: a wonderful (in my own mind) reason to procrastinate when it comes to my writing.

Decisions, decisions.

In the meantime, here’s a random but super cool video that you can spend countless minutes – dare I say hours – procrastinating with.

Frankie Manning (at 70-something years old, mind you) demonstrating the dance he made famous around the world, a Swing line dance called the Shim Sham.



Oh, and check out Frankie Manning’s birthday video from fans all across the world. Super awesome.


~h
(up next: to nano or not to nano, why Life Sucks a little less, and why I hate computers with touchpads)

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Oh the times…

… they are a’changin’. For the good, of course!

I’m heading into my third day of timeliness for clinicals (power of positive thinking, peeps!) and it’s going, well, just peachy. I keep forgetting little things, but as one of the nurses said in response to that lament, I’ll always feel like (I do) that.

Second, I won a little ole writing contest sponsored by the lovely Regan Leigh. Tied for first, really, but hey! I won! Woohoo! It was fun and the judge’s comment about my piece was fun and enlightening to read. Now if only I could get back into my novel… *sighs, looking longingly out the window

Thirdly, I have been losing weight like a CHAMP, I tell you. Floating like a little less of an elephant these days, I am. And if things keep going this well – man, I don’t know what I’ll do with my skinny ole self. But I’m sure I’ll find something. ;)

Alrightee then… so more fun stuff to come soon. No, really, I’m serious this time.

Don’t look at me like that, I can do it.

YES, I CAN. And I WILL.

So there.

Stay tuned for more bloggy goodness from yours truly.

Peace and hair grease

~h

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Flash fiction – it’s a first!

Here ya go. A flash fiction piece based on prompts from Regan Leigh’s blog. Feel free to let me know what you think…

I used to stay away from the woods.

Silly, I know. But for a guy who grew up watching every slasher movie ever made – where all the best slashes happen after some helpless, clueless, shoeless girl wanders out of the cabin/house/tent and into the dark and menacing woods nearby wearing nothing but a nightgown and a look of horror – ‘the woods’ hold a special place of loathing in my heart. If I must venture forth into the wooded unknown, I’m smart about it – daytime, cell phone, well-hydrated, never too far from the tree line. Bowie knife. As a general rule, however, the woods and I don’t get along.

Then there was Katelyn. The new girl on campus, she moved into the dorms just after fall semester started. Every guy in Adams Hall wanted a piece of that action, but she was untouchable. Chicks that hot didn’t mix fluids with the peon first years in Adams. So naturally, when she spoke to me, I assumed she was talking to someone else. She had to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention. When I looked up I saw this goddess. She bobbed her head as she spoke, and her hair swished across her face. One time she had to pull a few strands from between her lips. Her glossy, plump, juicy – oh and then she laughed and touched my arm and whoa. It was like a mini dose of the electric chair. That perked me right up. She was asking me if I could give her a tour of the campus grounds, show her where the different halls were, the party houses, that sort of thing. I couldn’t form words but I could move, so I nodded yes. And then the giggle and the touch and a kiss on my cheek and she was gone. Thank God I remembered the time: 7:30pm. Tonight. Adams’ front steps.

After my last class I headed to my room and spent the rest of the afternoon bustin’ out what homework I could. It was 6:57pm when I looked at the clock. Just enough time to get my triple-S on – shit, shower and shave – and head out to the front of the building.

The sun was setting, so as she sauntered over to my perch on the steps she was bathed in this pinky gold haze. Her brown hair floated between her shoulders in loose curls and her eyes sparkled like the shimmer in her lip gloss. She was wearing a long, white dress that ruffled with the breeze and some sort of sweater thing over her shoulders. Before I could say a word, she glided up the steps, reached down and wound her arm around mine and we were walking.

Everything was hazy and surreal. Her words drifted through my head like a dream, and it was like she was leading me around campus, not the way other way around. But it was comfortable and nice and I went with it. When we finally decided we’d seen it all we headed back to Adams. But then Katelyn made a turn toward the back of the dorm. That’s when I started to get a grip on my senses again.
She was walking us straight toward the woods.

“Not really much to see back here, Katelyn.” My voice sounded strange.

“Just looking for a little privacy ‘s all.” Katelyn’s voice sounded different, too.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide my growing fear, but I didn’t care. The tree line was really close now. “There’s all the privacy you want back in my room, my roommate’s outtie for the weekend.”

“Nope. The woods are perfect. Come on, you’ll love it.” There was a grating edge to her voice and she tightened her grip on my arm as she sped me through the first few feet of the woods.

“No thanks, girl. Think I’ll just head back in.” I tried to slow my pace but she held on tighter and her head swiveled back to glare at me. “What the – ” Her shoulders were still facing forward as she continued to speed through the trees. My heart flipped and twisted in my chest as Katelyn’s swivel head turned back around and the last of the campus lights faded into the night.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of a wind, but I could hear the trees start to rustle. It sounded like they were rustling to each other. To the left. Over to the right. Left. Then right. In front of me, Katelyn’s head jerked right and left as the trees rustled back and forth, like watching a ping-pong game, and she sped faster through the trees. I don’t know how she wasn’t running into them in the dark like that. It was almost like they cleared the way for her.

Then she stopped.

The rustling stopped.

And we were standing in a clearing surrounded by trees.

Katelyn let go of me and stepped away and I tried to run, but something wound itself around my feet and I fell to my knees. I reached down, felt a jagged vine there and gave it a tug. With that tug, Katelyn came barreling into me feet first, screeching, the vine an extension of one of her legs. An instant later she shot straight up and let out a howl like a creaking tree. She looked down at me and thick, woody vines shot out of her mouth and through my body, pinning me to the ground there. The pain was hot, searing and everywhere. My scream only lasted a few seconds before roots grew down my throat and burst through the back of my neck. The last thing I felt was my body stretching, like something pulling me in a dozen different directions.

“Look at this, students. We’ve got two trees who’ve grown together. Notice how the trunks twist around one another. One tree was probably stronger than the other. Now look over here…”

I hate the woods.

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Seriously people, you must see this.

This is Heather.

Real live, honest to goodness Me here.

One of my friends posted this on facebook and I could NOT stop laughing. If I were eating or drinking while reading this crazy thing I might not have lived to tell the tale. Heck, breathing even became an issue. I was laughing that silent, hoarse, breathy laugh and I could barely see straight through the tears that were streaming down my face.

Check out this link:
http://www.kevmo.net/2010/07/07/missing-missy-perhaps-the-best-email-forward-of-all-time/

You simply must.

And if you’re really daring, check it out at work. The stares will be 150% worth it.

~h

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Where’s my blade of grass?

“An Irishman is never drunk so long as he can hold on to a blade of grass and not fall off the face of the earth.” ~ Unknown

So either I’m not really Irish or I’ve been really drunk, because I’ve lost my blogging groove.

It doesn’t help that I usually snake the internet from the random wifi in my neighborhood – which I have to access from outside the house – and it has been occasionally rainy and/or wet more often than not in the past few weeks. That pretty much hosed me. One of these days I’ll be a big girl and either a) get my aircard fixed for my computer or b) get real internet like everyone else.

So let’s see… *digging through mental notes. Not a whole heckuva lot has happened lately. I didn’t win the lottery recently (dammit) and I haven’t finished my book. I’m still working on it though. I’ve actually been fighting the writer’s block by editing – a suggestion from a fellow writer friend whose name escapes me now – and i’m a little under halfway through my first edit. I still have fresh writing to add to the beginning since my original start took place somewhere in the middle of the timeline (*watches as a black wasp – mud dauber? – hovers menacingly around my ass region) but I’ve been plugging away at it. A few friends have mentioned that my story feels like a series, and the more that rattles around in my head, the more I feel like leaving this particular work where it is: a bit of a tease. The ending that I have in mind seems so far away that when I start shopping my ms around (notice how I said when? that’s right – I’ve got aspirations) I think it would be too long for anyone to want to mess with. So shorter and sweet, right? Sure. We’ll see, though. I’m fickle.

In other news (ha! news), the play is this weekend and the next. Nothing major there ‘cept it’s been chopping my nights into two halves: before practice and after. That’s also been cramping my writing/lounging/tv catching up on time, so that when I get back home, dinner made, and settled for the night it’s later than my usual start time for all of the aforementioned activities. And not that I mind staying up into the wee hours of the morning half-drooling over Sam and Dean Winchester – don’t let me fool you, I don’t mind it at all (I’m lying about the half- drooling, too) – I’d just like to start a little earlier.

Hmm… more. Sorry I’m behind on journal entries. Kate, Wyatt and Nathan are still doing there thing. Wyatt’s been smittenly lurking in the background of Kate’s karaoke nights, Nathan has been snooping in Wyatt’s books, and Kate is still fishing for the man of her dreams and playing single working mom. I just need a few hours/days to put it all to paper/puter.

In other news, my five year old got his cast off yesterday. He was thrilled, and he got to go swimming for the first time without. He’s such a little fishy!

(is that it?)
(hmm… for now)

Okay, well I’ll quit bending your ear for now. If I remember anything life-altering or think of anything super awesome to impart I’ll be back. In the words of my good friend,

Peace and hair grease

~h

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