tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38488262012-02-16T07:21:41.426-06:00Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.comBlogger1921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-85057247888118085162009-04-07T08:01:00.002-05:002009-04-07T08:03:30.925-05:00

My next door office neighbor likes to talk to herself, and she's been quite the chatterer today (and it's only just 8 a.m.). Just a second ago, out of nowhere, she said "funky." I think I can go home happy now.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-20742944903496281512009-03-18T10:15:00.005-05:002009-04-02T10:33:00.033-05:00

I've been watching American Idol.(Here I pause to wait for the barrage of beer bottles and rotten tomatoes to end.)Yes, it's true. I've gone over to the dark side. Actually, I've gone *back* to the dark side. I watched several seasons way back when, then stopped because I grew a conscience and some dignity. But now, well, can dignity and a conscience shrink from lack of use?Anyway, this stuff

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-50928753747924908002009-03-10T11:15:00.004-05:002009-03-10T12:04:42.058-05:00

Yesterday at work, we all received small black ribbon pins in memory of four of our employees (from a different sector) who were killed in the recent plane crash in New York. At 10:20 in the morning, we observed a moment of silence in their honor.During this moment of silence, I was reminded of another time when I was given a ribbon to remember someone who had passed away.When I was in 8th grade

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-57380614018213199392009-02-27T14:30:00.004-06:002009-02-27T15:55:51.897-06:00

It's been almost 2 years since my Dad retired, and about a year for my Mom. In this time, they have, like most retired couples do, thrown around the idea of selling their too-big, too-hard-to-care-for house, and moving into something smaller. Perhaps a little 2-bedroom house in town with a little yard, or maybe a townhouse in one of those retirement villages, or possibly even a house far away

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-78190302593916549492009-02-19T16:20:00.003-06:002009-02-19T16:22:07.387-06:00

Have you ever been walking down a long hallway, like at work or something, and you're passing by people, some of them you know, some of them you don't know, and you pass by someone you know, or you sort of know, and you think "smile" but your mouth doesn't actually smile, and then you wonder why you don't have any friends at work?No?Ok, nevermind.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-74187982838807609342009-02-11T09:16:00.004-06:002009-02-11T10:16:21.000-06:00

I haven't written anything in a while, have I? Hmm. I'm trying to think of why that might be ... I was really busy with work for a couple weeks there, but that doesn't usually stop me from documenting my thoughts ... dunno. I guess I've been feeling like I'm in some kind of state of suspended animation or something lately. I haven't been having any deep thoughts, no emotional turmoil, no quirky

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-32018976447521505432009-01-08T09:56:00.001-06:002009-01-08T09:57:35.642-06:00

I did some reflecting on New Year's Eve after returning home from the party circuit, and I came to a new conclusion about myself. Something I've never really considered before, but makes a lot of sense.I think I want to be single.I was watching some crappy movie a few weeks ago, in which a father imparts the wisdom to his daughter that people have the love life that they want to have. Meaning,

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-42407462653358073202009-01-08T09:23:00.007-06:002009-01-08T09:55:27.434-06:00

My favorite new things about 2008:- New Prez Obama!- New apartment!- New car!- New job!- New babies (NOT MINE!! Shoutouts to Dex and Olivia. Love you kiddos.)Some fave experiences of 2008:- Seeing a friend's shocked face at her surprise baby shower- Cuatro de Mayo at El Mariachi with margaritas the size of your head- Going to the Sex and the City movie with the girls- Visiting a friend in the

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-32276802271134015762008-12-17T08:40:00.003-06:002008-12-17T08:57:56.216-06:00

It seems to me that the past tense of the word "snow" should be "snew." Blow -> blew, grow -> grew, so why not snow -> snew?Anyway, yesterday it snew quite a bit. After work, I left the parking lot at 4:30, and arrived home ... at 9:00. A few minutes after, actually, since I had to park a couple blocks away. It took me 2 1/2 hours just to go the ten miles to the Des Plaines Oasis, where I

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-80074040934855097592008-12-10T09:17:00.004-06:002008-12-10T12:39:38.973-06:00

This morning I was totally frustrated with the world. Well, with my very small world, anyway. It all started when I couldn't get up the hill ...(This is the part where everything gets all fuzzy and we flash back to earlier today, with my voice narrating in the background. After a short musical interlude of course.)The Ravenswood tracks go right through my neighborhood, so all of the E/W streets

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-79628055147556516062008-12-05T10:43:00.002-06:002008-12-05T10:47:08.401-06:00

On the road this morning, I was driving behind a Jeep that's top was covered only by sheets of plastic. On the back, the spare tire cover said in large brown all-caps letters, "HELL YES IT'S COLD."

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-26579883184624821442008-12-04T08:32:00.002-06:002008-12-04T09:49:19.083-06:00

In these tough economic times, it only makes sense to try to cut back a little bit this Christmas. Luckily, things have been working out pretty well on that front. First off, my extended family, who get together every Christmas Day, collectively decided not to do the adult grab-bag gift exchange this year. I'm a little sad about this because I actually enjoy Christmas shopping and picking out

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-56862405262212729112008-11-11T09:43:00.003-06:002008-11-11T10:19:30.948-06:00

Christmas is my absolute favoritest of holidays. (Look, I just made up a new word!) But every year, I am encountered with a dilemma. Do I decorate, or do I not? I spend Christmas Eve and Day (and sometimes the following day) at my parents' house, and they do the whole tree/decorations/twinkle lights thing, so every year I ask myself if it is worth the time and effort to decorate my own

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-5352544633761160502008-11-05T12:37:00.003-06:002008-11-05T12:44:02.009-06:00

I'm not going to say anything here about yesterday's election results except this: Congratulations, President-Elect Barack Obama! Your victory has made me proud to be an American.In other much more important news, I just overheard someone say this: "I found Dad a cute vest for Christmas." There are just so many things wrong with that sentence.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-30637397203243625622008-10-27T09:22:00.003-05:002008-10-27T09:45:03.380-05:00

Somewhat on the topic of the last post, I wanted to share something that happened JUSTNOW!! I believe I have mentioned previously that I have a very conservative coworker who likes to send out e-mails of questionable validity that perpetuate rumors about Obama, or others involved in his campaign. He never seems to check the truth of these things before blindly sending them on, so whenever I

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-14936873283571171972008-10-27T08:10:00.004-05:002008-10-27T09:20:41.396-05:00

So, in case you've haven't noticed all the strange commercials on TV telling you how evil one person is and how awesome another person is, there's an election going on round these parts. Generally, I'm not a very political person. I care about the issues I care about, but I don't involve myself in the political process other than casting my vote when the time comes. But this election seems

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-82095272417244007572008-10-16T14:36:00.002-05:002008-10-16T14:53:49.388-05:00

Weird ThingI just got a voice mail on my work phone. It was a recording, in Spanish, that I believe was telling me I'd won some sort of prize. I need to listen again, but I think it said something about pressing numbers on the phone (obviously meant for if the recipient actually answered), and I know I heard the word 'regalo.' Congratulations to my high school Spanish teachers, who have

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-42867843717978991272008-10-10T09:58:00.004-05:002008-10-10T10:53:23.357-05:00

Hey there kiddos. (I declare that we can all be kiddos today.)Fall is here and I could not be happier. Yes, I am one of those weirdos who actually likes the cooler weather and the end of summer. So sue me. But one of the things I like best about fall is all the yummy treats that come into fashion this time of year. Baked goods, apples, pumpkins, etc. (If this is all sounding very deja

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-70908078015955107522008-09-30T09:41:00.002-05:002008-09-30T10:18:03.715-05:00

Wow, I really haven't posted in a while, have I? Sorry about that. Been busy with ... stuff.Well, first and foremost, I'm sure you are all incredibly anxious to see the results of the TYG-Meter. :) The week I kept track, my very repetitive office neighbor used the phrase "There you go" 11 times on Monday, 4 times on Tuesday (v. low), 8 times on Wednesday, 12 times on Thursday, and 7 times on

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-67207845757582117992008-08-25T11:28:00.002-05:002008-08-25T11:52:09.921-05:00

Project Runway - I didn't get a chance to write about the Brooke Shields episode from 2 weeks ago, but I have to say I was shocked to see Kelli go. Her outfit was not great, but I never questioned her taste level. And once again I thought the judges were on crack when they picked the winner. Keith's dress was plain ugly IMHO, and Jerell's was clearly a higher quality garment that even *I*

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-6919441783915454662008-08-15T09:06:00.007-05:002008-08-15T10:40:48.348-05:00

I don't generally blog about food, but Nora posted this meme thingie and it made me hungry (having a normal appetite again is a happy thing). So here's mine. I won't have tried NEARLY as many things as Mrs. Greenfish, the foodie, but I think there's a couple that I have tried that she has not. Neener neener. ;)(Instructions edited to fit my settings and preferences)1) Copy this list into your

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-16037678191737033332008-08-11T09:38:00.002-05:002008-08-11T10:04:31.123-05:00

I'm feeling down today. The finality of certain situations is really resonating with me today, and my emotions are in full swing. I am feeling loss - the effect of missed opportunities coupled with helplessness to change the past, or to change people. For a few years now I've wondered how this would all turn out. Would this strong emotion I've tried to bury for so long finally be proven right

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-21728429705948747082008-08-07T15:07:00.006-05:002008-08-07T16:27:39.077-05:00

It appears I missed posting about last week's Project Runway, so now that this week's episode has aired, I guess I'll just moosh them both up together in one post. Yummy.Well, last week, from what I remember, was actually a bit of a puzzler. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what the judges were thinking when they chose the top and bottom 3. I loathed the winning dress (no offense to

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-91064036532423887782008-07-28T09:56:00.004-05:002008-07-28T10:24:52.634-05:00

Exhaustion has set in after a whirlwind weekend. Well, for homebody me it was a whirlwind anyway. The plan was:Friday - Brookfield Zoo with my parents, then back into the city for the birthday celebration of Jillybean's BFSaturday - BBQ on Montrose Beach with some friends, one of whose mother was in town from China, then a Bachelorette party for a friend in from NYSunday - possible brunch with

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-86685575727205480182008-07-24T14:21:00.003-05:002008-07-24T14:32:10.399-05:00

I don't meet many people with the same name as me. It's not really an unusual name, but it's just uncommon enough that I've only known maybe 2 or 3 others in my life. Maybe met a couple more, fleetingly.Today I was sitting in my office when I got a phone call from "the other Heidi" with whom I used to work in the same department, and sat across from (causing endless confusion). At the time of the

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-17763788728049585862008-07-24T08:46:00.004-05:002008-07-24T10:10:45.791-05:00

More Project Runway! Aren't you the lucky one! :)Episode 2 was something that I don't think they've ever done on the show before. That is, the clients that the designers had to work with were the models themselves. AND, the models were the ones who had to do the shopping for them! How scary that must have been for all of them. A few people were victims of too little fabric bought, and more than a

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-36345263574450019782008-07-23T12:40:00.003-05:002008-07-23T13:58:09.812-05:00

Project Runway Season 5 is here!!! Yay!Well, it started last week, so I'm a bit behind in my recap, thus it's likely to be short 'cause I don't know how much I really remember. Second episode is on tonight, though. Woo hoo!Okay, here we go!The Good:There seem to be a couple stand-out designers this season, as well as a couple stand-out drama queens. Both good things on this show ... as long

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-88592820198359358182008-07-17T08:33:00.010-05:002008-07-17T10:07:27.380-05:00

I got this thing in my inbox this morning (copied below) from a VERY conservative coworker who must just assume I feel the same way, even though we've never once had a discussion about politics. However, I can't really blame him for making that assumption since about 90% of the people I work with (the whole industry, really) are conservative. Hey, when there's a Republican in office, we get more

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-40554460616671249222008-07-10T08:50:00.003-05:002008-07-10T09:25:10.345-05:00

I have a very unhealthy relationship with shopping. It's kind of like a serial dieter's relationship with food. In order to save money, I will ban myself from all shopping establishments, other than what is absolutely necessary. I'll be doing really well for a long time, and then suddenly, BAM! I realize that since I haven't updated my wardrobe (or decor, or music/movie collection, or kitchen

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-28008791491362323262008-06-24T08:19:00.003-05:002008-06-24T08:37:28.820-05:00

Last week I took a sick day when I probably shouldn't have. Yes, I felt sick (my stomach was giving me all sorts of problems), but probably not *too* sick to work if I had just bitten the bullet and gone in. But NOW, I have this tremendously sore throat, which has succeeded in waking me up in the middle of the night several times, and since it started, on Sunday morning, it has only gotten

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-26260512389213350042008-06-20T09:45:00.003-05:002008-06-20T10:00:40.198-05:00

One of the features of my hit counter on this thing is that I can see where my visitors were referred from. I think I've mentioned before how it's fun to see what Google queries land people on my page, but nothing beats the most recent one. The other day, some poor sap got to my page when s/he had to ask Google: "'I eat mop who?' meaning" I can just imagine this unfortunate soul having to go

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-20653498268576807452008-06-16T08:06:00.004-05:002008-06-16T08:11:49.149-05:00

Ok, I really need to get my own computer for my home, because it is SO FRUSTRATING when you're at work and you get an e-mail saying that somebody has sent you a message on MySpace, and you're DYING to know what it says, except MySpace is blocked on your work computer and the only time you ever get to check it is when you're visiting your parents, but you just visited them yesterday so you won't

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-20559284633415607702008-06-10T08:27:00.003-05:002008-06-10T08:35:56.324-05:00

I can't remember where I read this, but here are a few badly summarized tips for buying gas that will supposedly save you some money in these oh-so-pricey days:~ Buy early in the morning while it's still cool outside. Supposedly there's less vapor, or something like that.~ Fill up while you still have half or a quarter tank left. Again, something to do with vapor.~ Use the pump at the medium or

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-75516930545415490132008-06-09T15:07:00.005-05:002008-06-09T15:32:41.440-05:00

If you live in my neck of the woods, you know that it has been mighty hot and humid over the past few days (in the down-time between thunder storms and tornadoes, that is). And silly me, I have not yet put in my window A/C, so my top floor apartment is about 500 degrees hotter than it is outside. Even with all the windows open and all the fans going, it just will not cool down. So anyway, I

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-61500483672862416512008-05-19T09:20:00.004-05:002008-05-19T09:40:21.720-05:00

So, I discovered this weekend that my friends are not so much into food. I had a little party on Saturday, which was lots of fun (for me, and I would like to think for the other guests as well), however, one aspect of this party was a complete and utter flop. It was SUPPOSED to be a potluck to which everyone would bring a dish that they had never made before, and it was SUPPOSED to start at 7:

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-30927372322372408592008-05-07T09:00:00.002-05:002008-05-07T09:07:21.095-05:00

Here's a pop quiz for all you techies out there. My work computer for one reason or another does not show the little arrows, or what have you, that are supposed to show up on mapping sites such as Mapquest, to indicate the exact location of the place you are looking for. So I get a map of the general area of the address I just typed in, and have to assume that the exact location is ...

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-77021449268910567072008-04-10T09:21:00.000-05:002008-04-10T09:21:39.335-05:00

WELL!! I'm all moved in to the new apartment. Aren't you so proud of me? Yeah, whatever. I'm just hoping that this one doesn't suck as much as the last one did, and I don't end up moving again a year from now. But I think it will be just fine. Aside from a few little things, most of which are just normal hazards of living in an old building, I am crazy about the new place. Did I say the exact

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-40048886167878151152008-03-12T14:33:00.004-05:002008-03-12T14:46:28.097-05:00

Have you ever met someone who is so totally "wrong," meaning "not what you're looking for in a partner," and yet you just really want to talk to them more and get to know them better? Like, on paper, they wouldn't even catch your attention, might even give you a negative reaction, but in person you're drawn to them in a way that's completely baffling? And maybe it's not that you want to date

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-24683246354313219852008-03-12T11:19:00.005-05:002008-03-12T11:25:30.730-05:00

The whistling is going to drive me to an early grave. Or to homicide. I haven't decided yet. Normally he switches up the song every day so we at least get a little variety around here. But the last three days it's been the same tune, over and over again. And it's not even like it's a whole song, it's just a short little snippet, so we don't even have the satisfaction of getting to the end of

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-66344173384120059512008-03-11T09:32:00.003-05:002008-03-11T10:00:36.642-05:00

I have to get a couple things for the new apartment, and since I am trying to avoid doing any work at work today, I've been surfing the net looking for cool stuff. And now you get to hear all about what I found. Lucky you!So, one of the things I need to get is a floor lamp. And possibly another table lamp, too, but I'm just gonna start with a floor lamp. I actually do not currently have any

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-81668987615948303262008-03-04T08:46:00.003-06:002008-03-11T09:24:59.526-05:00

About my job :- The whistler. I will definitely not miss the tuneless whistling all day long, or the random verses of the Flipper theme song, or even the occasional ad jingle.- Mr. Booming Voice. I will not miss hearing every single word this guy says, including when he's "whispering" on the other side of the room. Nor will I miss his weekly inspections of my fingernails and my coworker's

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-82849120123267590402008-02-26T15:26:00.004-06:002008-02-26T15:40:27.439-06:00

In a month I am moving again, trying to stay in the same neighborhood, just need a *better* apartment, which will probably cost me a bit more, not to mention moving costs. Since I lost my car, I have been very unhappy with using public transportation to get to work and back and I've come to the conclusion that I am not one of those people who can get by without a car. I was going to put off

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-36294448685537660272008-02-07T08:09:00.000-06:002008-02-07T10:00:45.517-06:00

This winter has been nasty. Snow and cold and ice and more snow. Oh, and the flood that killed my car. That sucked pretty bad, too.So, things had been going okay until about 2 1/2 weeks ago when a water main broke near my apartment, and caused flooding in the streets. This flooding was so bad that it caused a large portion of the street to collapse. It was also so bad that the water reached

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-84753581692695638282008-01-30T15:33:00.000-06:002008-01-30T15:34:36.240-06:00

"Avoid making a love declaration or getting married during the whole of this day."Okee dokee.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-18482488022609561612008-01-29T13:58:00.000-06:002008-01-29T14:31:31.441-06:00

As I was walking down the stairs to leave my apartment building and go to work this morning, I had this awful feeling that today was going to be a Very Stressful Day. One of those days where I'd wish I had stayed in bed that morning. And if my inbox at work hadn't been so overflowing, maybe I would have.I should have listened to my gut.As if my current cartastrophies, apartmentastrophies and

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-80401613382517589442008-01-18T08:43:00.000-06:002008-01-18T10:44:19.871-06:00

Well, I've held off long enough, I think. I just can't wait any longer to post about my beloved Project Runway. I mentioned it briefly after the first episode way back when, but not once since. Pretty good, huh? But now my opinions have changed so dramatically, that I just have to write an update.I'd like to rewind to two episodes ago when the designers had to create Prom dresses for real

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Guess what I watched last night!?American Gladiators!! Yeah!It wasn't as if I'd been anxiously awaiting it's comeback or anything. I was just lazy, and decided that watching Gladiators would be a better use of my time than cleaning the bathroom. (Can you blame me, really?) And it was cool because they seemed to stick to the same format/feel of the original show, with Hulk Hogan and Leila Ali

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Once again, I am here to write my yearly wrap-up and wish everyone who reads this a very happy, healthy and prosperous new year. Even though I may not be the best at keeping in touch with people, I may not be winning any "World's Best Friend" awards, and I tend to stick my foot in my mouth more often than both my foot and my mouth are comfortable with, I sincerely hope that everyone is doing well

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-36339089539245001542007-12-11T09:43:00.003-06:002008-03-10T11:29:20.688-05:00

Okay, so on Thanksgiving I meet this guy, C, who is a friend of my cousin M. C randomly remembers me from back in the college days when I worked at That's Rentertainment. Apparently, he has an excellent memory for faces. Pretty exceptional in and of itself. Anyway, fast-forward to today. I'm putzing around on Facebook, perusing my friends-of-friends, and I get to a girl, J, who I knew back in

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-7774243839628774362007-11-15T12:09:00.000-06:002007-11-16T09:18:50.763-06:00

I know I haven't been so good about updating this thing lately, and I'm trying to decide what direction I want it to go in (much like the rest of my life). But in the meantime, here is some stuff.1. My brother is coming to visit! And he will be staying with me for some time over the length of his visit. I am really excited. If you didn't know, my little bro lives in Seattle and I really only get

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Is there a way, without overstepping any boundaries, to tell a coworker who is a superior (in title only, mind you), that it is impolite, Blackberry or no, to type an e-mail in all caps?Methinks no, and I will just have to endure his YELLING.

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Saturday started off like any other day. I was lazy and took my time showering, and I spent the majority of the day in my bathrobe. I pampered myself a little bit, due to the nature of the upcoming evening. I shaved my legs, put on some nice-smelling lotion, and painted my fingers and toes. Bright red. Cause that was the mood I was in. And it would look nice with my outfit. I watched a little TV,

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The best part of today:I was just down at the ATM in our building, which is next to one of the cafeterias. The cafeteria is closed at this time, but the door was open and I happened to overhear somebody singing a really pretty song in Spanish. At first I thought it was the TV in there, so I popped my head in the door. Then I realized it was the man who was cleaning up in the kitchen, just

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Catching up ...Best thing about last Thursday: I had ordered some caramel apples from a coworker and they were delivered on Thursday. Yummy.Best thing about last Friday: It's a tie!! One would be the fashion show at work, which one of my coworkers emceed. T'other would be the live band karaoke at Pontiac Cafe with my friends (Before I got light-headed and had to go home, that is. And being

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-35839005867869994502007-10-04T07:14:00.000-05:002007-10-04T07:23:53.378-05:00

The best thing about yesterday:My mom and dad were talking about where they wanted to go for the winter, and if they'd be going anywhere at all. My dad jokingly said that he was going to go to Green Valley AZ and leave my mom here, because of all the hot women down there. All of the hot blond widows in their sixties who drive convertibles and he'll need a two-by-four to keep them all away. I

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Best part of the day:Monday October 1 - It was the kickoff of Multicultural Week at work, so they had a high school jazz band playing in our cafeteria. It was a nice little pick-me-up and they were really good!Tuesday October 2 - I looked over into a neighboring cubicle and saw my coworker (a stocky, old, bald man in suspenders) wearing a Burger King crown. Also, I'm getting my

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-16219577105332782792007-09-24T09:26:00.000-05:002007-09-24T10:50:34.132-05:00

It seems like everyone is irritating me today. I am trying not to show it, but I just wanna go home. People who I've been talking to at work only have bad things to say (mostly "Here's one more thing for you to do because I don't want to do it."). And even people who aren't talking to me are being annoying. I overheard a manager say to one of his subordinates that he should check with him

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-69825437285617132442007-09-20T12:59:00.000-05:002007-09-20T13:06:53.402-05:00

I have to just quickly share a bizarre case of deja vu I just had. I was sitting here at my desk at work, and I could hear a woman talking who sits a few cubes down from me. I thought to myself that she badly needed a lesson in humility. Suddenly, I "remembered" something that felt like maybe a dream I had had at one time. It involved apples, and Japan (or Japanese people/person), and a guy I

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-23096162140723149042007-09-17T09:28:00.000-05:002007-09-17T10:00:12.831-05:00

I had a pretty productive weekend, so I guess I'm a little bit proud of myself. Though yesterday I was kinda lazy and mostly just watched bad weekend TV instead of going grocery shopping or cleaning my apartment. But hey, you can't be good all the time. Saturday I had to drive to Skokie to pick up my box o' medicine. It's weird, but sometimes FedEx will leave it in the lobby of the building,

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-1256568647328453382007-09-11T11:30:00.000-05:002007-09-11T11:54:24.432-05:00

In case you didn't get my very excited text this weekend, I bought a new car! It's not new-new, but it's new to me. A 2005 Suzuki Reno hatchback, and it's orange. Yes, orange. I saw it on Carmax.com, fell in love, and went straight away to buy it. It's the only time in my life I haven't been waffly about buying a new car, so I decided I'd best jump on it and get it before I began to doubt

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-7649938826780073892007-09-05T10:31:00.000-05:002007-09-05T10:37:25.122-05:00

I got a late start this morning after sleeping like crap last night, so I called in to my boss (Pat) to tell her I'd be late. I wanted to ask her to tell Lisa I'd be late, too, so that word would spread and people wouldn't be left wondering. But apparently, my thoughts were a bit scrambled this morning, and after Pat's voicemail picked up, I started my message by saying, "Hi Lisa, it's Pat."

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Okay, the "you learn something new every day" thing really isn't working for me. I just don't learn enough! And I can't always post every day!Anyway, my mom is funny."Wiping up corn is hard. You pick it up, and then deposit it somewhere other place ... else."Me: (pointing at floor) What is that??Mom: A chicken tail.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-87558505232131144742007-08-27T09:57:00.000-05:002007-08-27T15:45:32.395-05:00

I guess I didn't really learn anything new over the weekend. Not facts anyway. I learned that some various things happened with some various friends of mine, but that's all. Maybe I should watch more Discovery Channel and less VH1. Hee.But here's what I learned today (already):A clone is a drone. A CLONE IS A DRONE!!!Actually, I have no idea what that means, but I overheard it from a loud phone

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Let's test this theory.Today, I learned some new things about Microsoft Outlook, which was necessary in order to fix the issue with the e-mails in my Inbox not wanting to be saved in a personal folder. Very useful information. Also, I learned where to find a specific type of document I needed in order to answer a question someone asked me that I did not know how to answer. Also very

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Okay, I started writing this a week ago, so it's a little late, but here you go anyway.Some highlights from my Lollapalooza weekend:The music (obviously): Daft Punk, The Rapture, Silverchair, Muse, The 1900's, Regina Spektor. These are the artists that stand out in my mind.Bringing a sweater on a whim on Saturday and being thankful that I did.Hearing a guy with a mohawk tell me he liked my

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-82883284231595127612007-08-02T08:44:00.001-05:002007-08-02T09:27:54.688-05:00

Geez, I've been thinking a lot lately. About all sorts of things, as you may have noticed from recent posts. I just had a thought just now that relates to a thought I had last night. The thought I was having last night was that I find myself nearly impossible to categorize. I have some thoughts and opinions that may tend to put me in one "group" but those opinions are constantly fluctuating,

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Do you ever have those moments when you remember something that you'd forgotten you'd forgotten? Like something you see or hear unearths a memory that you hadn't even thought about since it happened? It's almost like finding a video that you didn't remember buying, but you pop it in the VCR and think, "Oh yeah, I remember really liking this movie."Well, that's happened to me TWICE in the past

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-82803584883051886672007-07-31T08:20:00.000-05:002007-07-31T09:44:32.630-05:00

So can I talk about Harry Potter just a little bit? If you haven't read it yet, and are planning to, I urge you to stop reading right here (and pick up again below where I will be changing subjects), because this post is bound to be full of SPOILERS!!!So. It's over. It's done. No more Harry Potter books to look forward to, except maybe the rumored encyclopedia that J. K. Rowling may or may

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-73969224775409676432007-07-30T12:29:00.000-05:002007-07-30T12:48:57.905-05:00

I Live: by myselfI Work: in a cubicleI Talk: smackI Wish: I were an Oscar Mayer weinerI Enjoy: telling people about my weird dreamsI Look: like hellI Find: things when I'm not looking for themI Smell: prettyI Listen: to my downstairs neighbor's ceiling fanI Hide: from people at work sometimesI Pray: but rarelyI Walk: anywhere I canI Write: my truthI See: the forest for the treesI Sing: in my car,

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Ha ha! I wanted to do this one because it seems to be geared towards high school aged kids. :)x the things that apply to youHave you ever...[x] been drunk.[x] kissed a member of the opposite sex.[x] rode in a taxi.[ ] been dumped.[ ] been fired.[ ] been in a fist fight.[ ] been arrested.[x] stole something from your job.[ ] celebrated new years in times square.[x] went on a blind date.[x] lied to

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So, yesterday after work, I sat down on my couch to continue reading Harry Potter. I had read about two chapters when I started feeling sleepy. I guess a couple late nights were catching up to me. So I dozed off. When I woke up, it was 10:00. Even though I had not yet eaten any dinner, just some Cheez-Its right after I got home, I was still in sleep-mode, so I just stumbled off to bed. At

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-43208311790549227702007-07-25T08:31:00.000-05:002007-07-25T09:26:53.730-05:00

1. I always thought bicyclists were supposed to follow the same traffic laws that cars were. Am I wrong? I must be, because nearly every time I am driving near a biker and we come to a stop sign, they just ride on through, not even pausing. Some of them even do this at red lights!! I mean, at the very least they should try and use some common sense, right? Also, don't they have to go the

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The good thing about where I work is that we can opt to work longer hours during the summer, and get every other Friday off. This past weekend was one of those three-days and it was pretty good. Though I didn't accomplish nearly as much as I wanted in the "chores" and "errands" departments, I managed to get out of the house and have a little fun. Friday, I went grocery shopping - wait, did I

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I am not having a good time. I am really trying hard to stay positive about things, but on days like today, it's close to impossible. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining or that I want people to feel sorry for me, because I know that many people are worse off than I am, and I want nothing more than for things to just get better. In a very general sense. I just need to get a few things off

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-88205239391709406932007-07-03T08:51:00.000-05:002007-07-05T08:33:19.041-05:00

This past weekend was a comedy of errors. Seriously. (Maybe that's an oxymoron? I don't know and I don't care.) Jillybean and I started out innocently enough driving down to the St. Louis area for the wedding of a friend of ours. It was a long drive down there on a Friday afternoon, but not too bad since I had company. And we stopped at a few rest areas on the way, so it was broken up a bit. We

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It's funny how some people in your life can cause you so much pain and sleepless nights, while others can completely make your day with the simplest of things, like a ridiculous joke quoted from a movie (see title). I feel like, the more time that goes by, the more aware I become of the effects people in my life have on me. I am slowly becoming better equipped to recognize people who are

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-84956298195461249512007-06-21T09:10:00.000-05:002007-06-25T15:22:14.802-05:00

I can't believe it's been ten years.It's funny how things can end up being so different than you think they're going to be. Ten years ago, I was graduating from high school. I was getting ready to go to college and the world was my oyster. I felt like my life was finally starting. I was independent in a way I'd never been before. Though I still depended on my parents for tuition, guidance, and a

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-52783142488418198182007-06-05T13:55:00.000-05:002007-06-05T13:59:11.474-05:00

So, I just added some new links under "Places You Should Visit," and when I went to view my blog to see the changes, I noticed that the months in my archive are now in Portuguese. Interesting ...EDIT: Now that I've posted this, they've gone back to English. Blogger is weird.

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I just got called "little one" by a guy at work! How adorable is that?! This man is one of my favorite people here, and trust me, the good ones are few and far between. He is short, with a bum leg, and he walks with a cane. He's got a perfectly round face, short grey hair and glasses, and he wears suspenders. He is like the grandpa of our room, everyone loves him. He has a tendency to

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-9927779046271774502007-05-16T09:09:00.000-05:002007-05-16T11:15:17.052-05:00

Feeling better about stuff today. I've been pretty busy the last couple days, so maybe that has something to do with it. I think I get in trouble when I have nothing to do and am left to my own devices ... though sometimes that's my favorite way to be. Go figure.Monday I had a doctor's appointment, and we're going to continue lowering my Prednisone dose since I've been doing so well with the

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11941313195702299887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3848826.post-74086809417968749922007-05-15T08:56:00.000-05:002007-05-15T09:50:42.434-05:00

First off, let me apologize for my post yesterday. I was being a nattering nabob of negativity, as my dad would say, and though I cannot change the fact that I occasionally have such feelings, I don't really need to subject others to them. I have not deleted the post yet, though. I haven't decided if I will. A part of me wants to delete it to make it easier to pretend that my life is all sunshine

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That's me.I feel irritated by everyone around me. I feel slighted and unwanted by the people I try to reach out to. I feel like no one is listening to me. But most of the time I don't even have anything to say.Work is fine but I don't have any friends here anymore. People seem to tolerate my presence, rather than enjoy it. The apartment is beginning to shape up, but being in that place means that

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Ever wonder how it is you come to know the things you know? I was just reading a blog of a girl who lives in London (sort of Bridget Jones-esque) and she mentioned an M&S. I thought to myself, "Oh, that's Marks & Spencer." Immediately afterwards I thought to myself, "How the hell did I know THAT?" I have never once set foot inside a Marks & Spencer. I don't even think I know what they sell.

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There's something about hands, and I can't quite put my finger on it (hee hee).I've always had this thing about hands. My own hands are my favorite part of my body. People laugh when I say that, but it's the truth. I like them because they're very feminine and graceful, and despite all of the changes my body has gone through in my lifetime, my hands have stayed exactly the same. When I can't

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If you've noticed at the bottom of my blog, I have a hit counter. Occasionally, I'll go onto the site to see how many people visit my blog (it's a very sad number), and it shows some other stats as well, though the majority of the features don't work properly. Like it counts every hit as a "first time visitor" even when it's just me, over and over again. But one of the things I can see is the

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Q: What do you call a cow with a twitch?A: Beef Jerky!!

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I should have stayed in bed today. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping ... wait, that sounds too pleasant, let me rephrase ... I woke up to the sound of birds screaming at me. My bedroom faces the courtyard, so I think their squawking gets amplified by a thousand in there. Plus, I swear I heard at LEAST three other peoples' alarm clocks going off before mine did. I don't know if a lot of

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The "self" was very "intoxicated" last Friday. It's probably a good thing that I don't remember that much of it. A friend of mine from work is moving away to go back to school for his PhD, and he had a going away party. He set up one of those dealies at a bar where for $30 it was all you can drink for three hours, including top shelf. Yeah, those never end well. Let's just say I drank a lot

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I am loving Bring Your Child to Work Day! And I don't even have kids! Several of my coworkers have brought their kids in today, and I gotta tell ya, these kids are all pretty cool. The guy who sits in the cubicle across from me brought in his 8-year-old daughter and she was absolutely adorable! Another coworker and I (her dad stayed at his desk) got to take her down to the employee store to

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Two things I was just thinking about:1) I wish I'd been able to properly thank the random guy from my old building who helped me on move-out day. I had been out picking up the truck, and when I returned, my Dad and my friend told me that they met a guy in the hall who volunteered to help me move my stuff out "because he had nothing better to do." I mean, who does that??!! That is seriously

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Last night I put together an etagere for my new teensy bathroom, and then I had a dream that my apartment was falling apart.But before I get into either of those things, let me begin by apologizing that my posts have been so sucky lately and have mostly been about my apartment and/or the fact that I have nothing to write about. But, um, this post is going to be about my apartment because I have

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I was sitting here at my desk, eating my bag lunch from home, reading someone's blog online (Is that redundant?) and thought to myself, "I should write a new blog." It's been a while since I updated, and I really should. However, my dilemma is that I really don't have anything to write about. At least nothing of any real importance or significance in the grand scheme of things. I suppose I

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I know I haven't written in a while, but I guarantee you I am alive. At the moment. And I have moved!! Yay!! I am currently living amongst a mess of boxes and bags, the contents of which are unknown and somewhat frightening to me. I am afraid of my own stuff. But I am learning to face my fears and little by little, things are falling into place. Well, they're not so much falling as I am

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A coworker of mine is always amazed by the fact that I've met a few famous people. It's not a big deal - the people I've met are not THAT famous, and I haven't even met all that many. But on the occasion that I tell a story at work that involves someone I know or have met who has enjoyed a bit of celebrity, he's always so impressed! Apparently, he has not met one famous person in his life, nor

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I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I just got my raise and it was ... well ... better than I expected. Yay! AND tomorrow I am receiving a Results Sharing bonus for two programs I work on. Don't know how much that will be exactly, but Yay again! Now my worries about how expensive living alone will be and will I be able to manage it are *slightly* lessened.

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Packing for this move is going pretty well, though I still have loads to do. At least I've finished most of the errand-y things like setting up utilities, filling out a change-of-address, reserving a truck, etc. I guess the main thing I have to deal with now is ... STUFF! And I seem to have tons of it. I have packed up and removed boxes and boxes of crap from my bedroom and I still somehow have

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I believe I have had no fewer than ten dreams about moving since I signed my new lease. Can you tell what's been weighing most heavily on my mind lately? Yeah. And these dreams have actually been pretty funny. In one of them, the apartment I was moving into was much larger than I remembered it being when I first looked at it, and had quite a few more rooms. I kept saying to my friends who

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Packing for this move has been interesting. Well, actually, I haven't done all that much yet, which scares me because it's happening in just over two weeks! Yikes! But anyway, the packing I HAVE done has been interesting. Last night, I went through this box of junk that had been sitting in the corner of my bedroom, untouched, since I moved in two years ago. I figured I'd be able to go through it

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I love my CVS pharmacist. Seriously, I do. He is a shining example of what a pharmacist (or any person working behind any counter anywhere, really) should be. He has consistently been very polite and friendly, and he is knowledgeable about just about everything I ask him. The most recent, and best example of his awesomeness, happened just yesterday. I went in to get a prescription refilled,

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Instructions: In the list of books below, bold the ones you’ve read, red the ones you want to read, blue the ones you won’t touch with a ten-foot pole, put a cross (+) in front of the ones on your book shelf, and asterisk (*) the ones you’ve never heard of. (Movie) means I have seen the movie ... as if you couldn't figure that out yourself. No fancy font or symbols means I am undecided on whether

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