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Friday, September 30

Test Day

Just for fun, I took the Freak Test that my gf sent me. I scored a 210. When I took the book test, I found out that I was Lolita. Maybe Carter is right and I am a social deviant.

Actually, I think I scored so high on this darn thing because of my sexual orientation. I mean, what dyke hasn't done some of those higher scoring things? There is a reason we are called carpet munchers.

P.S. I am cranky. In my world, that means I will talk about and say most anything.


at 8:29 PM, September 30, 2005, Anonymous melly said...

Oh boy, I'm a 210 as well, but I didn't answer 3 questions worth 25 because I wasn't sure. Either way, I'm not off to the next stage. Oh, and I'm not gay, so... does that mean I'm...???
Mrs. Dalloway!


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Saturday, September 24


It's amazing that no matter what life is shelling out around us, we can generally stay immersed in our own world.

I know that Rita is destroying a lot. But, I still got up, went to work, and didn't think about it until it came on the news. Selfish or human nature?

Good, hard physical labor soothes the soul.

Yesterday, I was caught up in all things trivial and depressing. Then, I helped a friend rip up carpet for a few hours. Before starting, we all looked around and stared, thinking "Where do we start? How much can we get done tonight?" We picked a corner and just did. A few hours later, we looked around and I realized that nothing is really, inherently impossible.

Anxiety makes time move slower.

Megan is out to a few friends to critique. It seems as if they have had it for years instead of a few days. I want to know. I want to fix it up. I don't want to wait anymore. Argh.


at 8:38 PM, September 24, 2005, Anonymous melly said...

I love physical labour. When I was going through some hardship I decided to paint and re-tile the bathroom. The physical labour was liberating, I didn't need to think and instead of sitting, waiting, anxious, I was busy and tired.
Love your thoughts - only too true.

at 8:20 AM, September 27, 2005, Blogger Carter said...

In Zen Buddhism, they teach "chop wood, carry water". It's a great way to carry your mind away from your concerns and focus on something that is important and useful for a while. Plus, you get good physical benefits from it and a sense of accomplishing something.

at 5:30 PM, October 05, 2005, Blogger Stationery Queen said...

Some jobs seems so big until you actually start doing them. Then you're all "Why didn't I think I could do this?"



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Wednesday, September 21

Absently Absurd

And you thought your cover art was bad. Who was more idiotic, the cover artists or the cashiers?

Can't think of a name for a pesky character, use Ebay. If only the rest of the writing process were so easy.

Ever wonder what to do when your deal with a hitman goes sour? Call police. Enough said.

Still can't name that character? Please, please don't use any of these. I. Beg. You.

Bus station turned jail. Does anyone else see the irony?

The answers to life's greatest questions. Brought to you by Ronn.


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Monday, September 19


Who can guess what author I put the new "Notable Quote" up in honor of?


at 6:20 PM, September 19, 2005, Blogger Carter said...

How many guesses do we get? here's so many!

at 6:33 PM, September 19, 2005, Blogger Jean said...

There are SO many right answers to this. Where do I begin?


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Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are
getting weak?

Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is
not enough?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but
check when you say the paint is wet?

Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a
revolver at him?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?

If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are
always white?

Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum
cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, and put it down to give
the vacuum one more chance?

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end you first try?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping
cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot?"

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when
we complained about the heat?

How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?

If at first you don't succeed, shouldn't you try doing it like your wife told you to do it?


at 6:19 PM, September 19, 2005, Blogger Carter said...


One that always has puzzled me:

Why do they put Death Row inamtes on suicide watch? Wouldn't it be easier for everybody if they did off themselves?

at 10:57 AM, September 20, 2005, Anonymous tambo said...

lol Heather!

Thank you for the chuckle.


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Saturday, September 17


Every day there is a new thread. One goes to work. One for each resident, too. A thick rope ties me to my girlfriend. And don't forget the kids. The brother that won't talk to me and the one that does, once in a while. What did I forget?

Oh, the dogs, friends, and in-laws. Can't forget the bills. That is made of metal, more molten by the day. As I move towards one, the rest twist and turn, pinch and pull. Strangest of all, I feel them through an electronic void, tugging from bloggers all around. At every beat, each one becomes more firmly entwined in my heart.

My pulse is only the melody of tugs on a line.


at 2:35 PM, September 17, 2005, Anonymous melly said...

Came here through Carter's blog, but I'm pretty sure I've been here before.
This time I'll be sure to return.

Beautiful post. That last line... wow!

at 3:56 PM, September 17, 2005, Blogger Jean said...

How true, Heather. You and Carter didn't team up on purpose on this thread did you? He took your imagery and expanded it beautifully to form a lovely duet of words. That pulse has a beautiful melody. Do everything you can to keep it playing.


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Friday, September 16

Bad Heather

I have been neglecting blogosphere for far too long. But, I'm an isolationist. When depressed, hurt, sad, (insert negative emotion), I just roll up into a ball and hide.

Thankfully, I have a wonderful family that doesn't let me fall too deep into the abyss. On the flip side, sometimes I long for the days when I could have disappeared and noone would have cared or noticed.


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Saturday, September 10

Starting Early

Generally, about the time the holidays come, my life becomes a series of crises. (Could this be because we are a family of four earning around $25,000 a year?) This year, all hell is breaking loose a coupla months early.

Heather's Family vs. Chaos*

Promotion: 15-Love.

Better, more flexible hours and a pay increase are pretty much always a good thing.

GF getting her drink spiked Thursday night: Love-15.

Thankfully, her friend noticed something wrong and brought her home to me. But, I was up all night taking care of her and still went to work the next day. The doctor said it was either GHB or Special K.

School starting: Love-Love.

Some time alone with each other always makes us girls happy. No, I will not comment on the great sex. LOL.

Gas increase, inflation, birthdays only months before Christmas, Christmas, etc: Game Point goes to chaos.

I don't think my fifty cent raise will combat even inflation.

Having a family, job, friends, and yarn to knit: Game. Set. Match.

*Scoring in tennis is tricky. When tied, the score goes back to zero aka love.


at 10:27 AM, September 11, 2005, Blogger Carter said...

I had to give up keeping score. I was getting my ass kicked but good. Now I just maintain the delusion of being ahead and keep going.

Enjoy your "alone" time! :-)


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Tuesday, September 6

Where Exactly Am I?

Short answer: here, there, and everywhere.

While Megan and Sad Comedy are both done, neither is edited not properly titled. That will just have to sit on the back burner for now. I just plain don't have the time. New ideas are going in a notebook for later perusal and writing.

My "Fill an 18 wheeler" idea has been blown to smithereens. It is just too big for one small town girl with not many connections or time. Instead, I got the nursing home to donate supplies for health kits. These will be donated to the local United Methodist Church.

I'm not a member of any particular church and I don't go to services. But, the supply lines are already set up and I will help where I can. It is these kind of times that make me realize what being me is all about. It takes a natural disaster to knock me right out of a depression. Whodathunk?

In other news, I got the promotion mentioned so long ago. Hopefully, all goes well. Off to take care of my life and maybe a short story or two. (wink)


at 6:47 PM, September 06, 2005, Blogger Jean said...

Congrats on the promotion. As for joining in with an organization with supply lines already established, that can actually allow you to do more. Good adjustment.

at 8:09 PM, September 06, 2005, Blogger Carter said...

We all do what we can. Even if the Grande Idea didn't work out, I'm betting that it got people's attention and spurred them to do something. Good for you.

Congrats on the promotion, too. Well deserved.


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Saturday, September 3

What I Am Doing

Right now, there are too many people sitting about their computers when they could be doing something useful. Fuck the lack of international response. That's right, fuck it.

Americans must help, too. The old cliche still applies.

Volunteer with the Red Cross
Donate Blood

Send usable items to:
Operation Mail Drop-small items around your house,
Quilters Comfort America-quilts,
America's Second Harvest-food items

As for me, I will be offline because I have a goal to fill an 18 wheeler with supplies from our local community for those in the aftermath. See this for information on how to send supplies. It includes information for a Mississippi Warehouse. Or UMCOR has a distribution site in Louisiana.


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