Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Holy Random, Batman!

-This year, I'm oddly drawn to orange. Kind of a deep, burny orange. I might buy an orange cardigan. We'll see.
-Also, turquoise.
-But I always end up in black because I am afraid of color. Why wear color when you can wear black?
-My hair is not black, anymore. I don't know what happened, but it's brown, all of a sudden--very brown.
-But I have three bottles of hair dye waiting on the bathroom counter.
-Should I use them?
-Three minutes ago I looked out the window and noticed that the sky was blue. I got very excited and thought, "Maybe we can drive home with the top down today!"
-27 seconds ago I looked out the window and the sky is pouring buckets of rain.
-Today's weather is bi-polar.
-So is Lady Looney, but she takes meds.
-If this is her on meds, I'd hate to see her without.
-Today she got angry because the Gut Truck's chicken salad was made with grilled garlic chicken instead of the advertised crispy spicy chicken.
-She got very angry.

-But she ate the salad. And some ice cream.
-I had some ice cream, too. An ice cream sandwich, actually. It was delicious.
-Midterms are next week. I should maybe study.
-I've never been very good at studying. My friend, red-head Sarah used to help me.
-She would take notes and keep track of our assignments, because I suck at taking notes and I never could remember what homework I was supposed to do.
-And I would explain the concepts to make sure we both understood.
-We always got the same grades, down to the 1/100 point. But we never cheated.
-Sarah and I studied the detailed anatomy of the male and female reproductive organs together.
Red Canna, by Georgia O'Keefe
-But she mislabeled a particular part, so we got that bit wrong.
-It was a naughty bit.
-I studied Georgia O'Keefe in that class, and I recently decided that this would make a good tattoo.
-But I'm not sure where I would put it.
-It's a vagina.
-But I wouldn't put it there. Maybe a shoulder cap.
-Although I think I've gotten all the tattoos I want, and mostly ones I don't want after all.
-Sometimes I wish I could go back and shake my 18 year old self and tell her, "For goodness sake, don't get those dumb tattoos!"
-I would also tell her to not do the thing she decided to do when she was 23.
-But then, the today me would have fewer self-depricating jokes to tell.
-And sometimes nothing is funnier than laughing at yourself. You know...after the fact.





Morning Snack Makes Me Yack

The Cheeseburger sits with his chin in his hand, fleshy bulb balanced on pudgy paw. At least he's not eating.

Sunflower seeds are his favorite snack, and I wonder why he takes so much joy from putting far too much work into harvesting far too little. He dumps the seeds into his mouth by the pawful, tilting his head back to catch the cascade of shells on the slab that is his tongue.

I have no knowledge of the process by which the seeds are extracted from their casing, and frankly, I don't think my stomach could handle that knowledge. But once the task is done the empty shells are catapulted from his mouth and into a red plastic cup through a combination of tongue thrust, an expulstion of air, and a little lip wiggle.

I can't watch.

Over and over he repeats the process, ten or so seeds at a time. A pile of unmasticated seeds shrinks slowly before him, becoming only a scattering on its paper towel throne. Scoop, gape, dump, crunch, dribble dribble dribble. Scoop, gape, dump, crunch dribble dribble dribble.

I hide my face behind my computer monitor, bulging my cheeks in a pantomime of nausea. I'm afraid of what I might say if I let my disgust get the better of me. He really is a nice man...but he has no wife to tell him he's gross.


Monday, April 26, 2010

Looking At Yourself Closely Is Never Fun

A while ago I lambasted Lady Looney for denying the truths of things she doesn't understand. It frustrated me that she couldn't wrap her brain around both concrete facts and plausible theories that seem so simple and clear to me.

But today I think I know how she feels. Today I am infuriated by things that I simply can't process. I can't even imagine the world where these occurances would be okay. But apparently they are okay, and apparently I have to deal with that.

When did my method of thinking change?

And when did I start to view things so differently?

Friday, April 23, 2010

Sometimes It's Nice to Feel Special

I have a sort of love/hate relationship with my birthday. Leading up to April 22, I get intimidated by the thought of people doing special things for me, giving me good wishes and paying bits of attention to me. I dread my birthday, and I dread the attention. But then the actual day comes and I find myself randomly announcing, "it's my birthday!" to rooms full of people I barely know.

"It's my birthday!" but I'm going to feel awkward and shy if you actually acknowledge me. I confuse myself sometimes. Tiffany reminded me that other people enjoy giving gifts. They take pleasure in knowing they're giving me something thoughtful--bringing me joy, and I shouldn't take that pleasure away. Sigh...and of course, she's right. Thank you for thinking I'm special, and for caring about me. I mean that sincerely.

It really was a great day. Paul kicked off the accolades with a sleepy, "Happy Birthday, Baby," mumbled as I kissed him goodbye, and my co-workers kept the party going with strawberry cheesecake and some very nice gifts. We managed to hold off on the cheesecake massacre until 10:30 am--an excellent hour for cake!

Breaking my rule of never spending more than $15.00 for a purse, I am now the owner of a leather designer handbag, thanks to Gloria. I'm spoiled! Also, I'm in love with this little owl thingamajiggy. I have no clue what it is,  but it's freaking adorable. Apparently owls are my new thing.

After work, I came home to these!


As well as a birthday card that made me cry a little bit...Paul is a fantastic card picker-outer. His card said exactly what I feel about him, and it made my heart soar to hear my thoughts come from his mouth. I'm just a little in love, in case you couldn't tell.

Earlier this week, Paul mentioned that Mom A wanted us to stop by after work as she had a card and 'some stuff' for me, so around 5:30 we headed over to her house. When Hailey and Tayla popped through the front door, carrying a potted daisy between them, I realized that 'some stuff' included a surprise dinner with the people I love best! It was a little overwhelming because I was not expecting that.

This family is going to make a green thumb out of me yet!

In honor of my birthday, Chris roasted me thoroughly, and I did my best to make fun of him at every possible opportunity, too. I think he won, though, by singing 'Borske borske borske' instead of 'Happy Birthday.' I'm destined to a life of being the giant Swede--a small price to pay for admission to the family.

Paul and I headed home, stuffed with salad, pasta, wine, bread (and bread and bread) and cake, and it occured to me to check the mail. (I kind of suck at checking the mail regulary) My mom and dad sent me a card, too!

My new purse is now loaded with gift cards for shopping, dinner, a pedicure and coffee! Thank you so much, everyone, for your thoughtful gifts, and for making me feel special and welcome.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Twenty-Eight for Twenty-Eight

Well...it's my birthday. So, in honor of this auspicious occasion, Tiffany is going to interview me. For a big, fancy, birthday photo of me, go here.

Without further ado, here, in no particular order, are 28 things about Heather:

1) Where were you born? Coupeville, Washington.

2) Where is the farthest you've been from home? I was able to visit my sister twice while her (then) husband was stationed in Yokosuka, Japan. That's a ways away!

3) Describe a perfect rainy Sunday. Um...this is a PG-13 blog! Okay, I kid. It would involve a 9 a.m. wake up call, cheese blintzes with strawberries and sour cream (made by someone other than me), lots of coffee, quilts, movies, a very handsome man and his beautiful children, and maybe dinner and cards with family later in the evening (because I get horrible cabin fever).

4) If you could have any job, what would it be? Now, if I knew the answer to this one I would be a lot farther in my career than I already am! Honestly, I don't know what the perfect job is for me. I'd love to work in graphic design or something that allows me to create instead of just sitting around all day organizing things (I hate organizing). The ultimate job for me is just to be a mom. Right now I'm working part time in that field.

5) What is the very first thing you would buy if you won $10,000,000? Paul and I talk about this often--probably more often than is healthy. And we agree that, after clearing up all of our debt and establishing trust funds for the kids, etc. we would buy a home and some land. Next we would purchase butt implants for me. Now, we haven't agreed to that purchase, but I'm very good at getting my way.

6) What do you like best about yourself? Well...I think I'm pretty nice. I seem to get along with everyone, and as far as I know, I haven't made any enemies. I try (and think I've been pretty successful) to be considerate of others. There's really not a cruel, vindictive or manipulative bone in my body and I think that's a pretty good way to be.

7) What was your first car? It was a Pontiac and it was white. That's about all I know. Oh, and the last time I drove it I had to leave it on the side of I-5 in Everett and ride to a gas station in the back of a state patrol car. Turns out you should maybe check the oil every now and then...

8) What's your favorite smell? I can't pick one. There are a million delicious things to smell in this world, but, without being gross, I'd have to say it's Paul (as long as he's showered =D). But he hates it when I sniff him.

9) If you were a color, what color would you be? Probably black. Or cerulean, just because I really like saying that word.

10) Do you remember your home phone number from childhood? Yes! Because my parents still use the number I learned in kindergarten, and because I use their Albertsons card instead of getting my own. By the way, Mom, you have 0.20 off gas, but you need to have the actual card!

11) What's your most embarrassing moment? Whatever it is, I've blocked it out pretty well! I've had my share of embarrassments. In high school I was given the 'Tomato Face' award. I was voted in unanimously by my classmates. And of course, I was required to stand up in front of the whole school to, with flaming cheeks, accept my award.

12) Do you have a lucky number? I would say 17, but purely out of habit. I had a crush on a boy in the 4th grade, and his birthday was on the 17th, so I always used that as my lucky number. That habit has stuck around for a loooong time.

13) What was your favorite school subject? I guess I'd say English because I am very very good at it. But I did not enjoy school at all.

14) Did you have a least favorite subject? Three words: Old Testament Survey.

15) What was your favorite thing about high school? I went to an incredibly small school. By the time my senior year rolled around there were probably only 8 or 10 of us in 7-12 grade, but we were all friends. We all got along and hung out and for me, it was a good atmosphere.

16) What is the strangest thing about you? To be honest, I'm pretty freaking weird. I have a ton of annoying quirks and I'm sure Paul could talk for quite a while about them. Also, I have two extra bones in my jaw that prohibit me from sticking out my tongue as far as everyone else can. Go figure.

17) Who do you think is the most annoying celebrity? Oprah. Hands down.

18) Tell me about your first kiss? My first real kiss took place when I was 15. It was John Eloph, and we had just gone bowling and were hanging out at my boss' apartment. We were on the veranda when he mauled me, and I tactfully gave him his slobbers back by wiping my face on his shoulder.

19) And with Paul? Oh please--I don't kiss and tell! He'd kill me. But I will say that I asked for an encore.

20) Do you have a favorite song memory? I'd have to go with the song that is cited by almost every kid of my generation--Good Riddance by Green Day. It was high school in a nutshell.

21) What's your middle name?  Renee, with an aigu over the middle e. I lucked out in the middle name department...my sisters got Ann and Marie.

22) Do you have a favorite word to say? Alliteration. Irreperable. Walrus.

23) Who was your first best friend? Probably Rachel. Our families lived in the same apartment complex, and all my baby pictures have Rachel in them. But then, it's kind of hard to have a best friend as an infant. So I'll go with Christine. Our moms were best friends and were pregnant with us together. We're six weeks apart, and we hated each other for a good 18 years. Makes for an ideal friendship, right?

24) Do you believe in ghosts? Aliens? That man landed on the moon? No; yes; and I have serious doubts. Don't you think we'd go back? I mean, how many times do we climb Mount Everest? How often do we explore the Amazon? And yet, we've only 'seen' the moon once. I'm just not sure I buy it. And aliens. Isn't it a little conceited to think we're the only life form anywhere? I think it is. Although, I'm not saying I believe they've come to Earth. I just think they're out there.

25) Beatles or Elvis? The Beatles. Definitely. But I love Elvis, too. But the Beatles.

26) If you could invite anyone to dinner, who would it be? Shel Silverstein. How trippy would that be? I'd serve nothing but finger foods.

27) What is the #1 item on your Bucket List? To tour the British Isles, Italy, France, Germany, and any other place we can get to.

28) What is your favorite movie quote? 'It is clear that I must find my other half. But is it a he or a she? What does this person look like? Identical to me? Or somehow complimentary? Does my other half have what I don't? Did he get the looks? The luck? The love? Where we really seperated forceably or did he just run off with the good stuff? Or did I? Will this person embarrass me? What about sex? Is that how we put ourselves back together again? Or can two people actually become one again?' This is a quote from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Now, I know some of you think this movie is ridiculous, but it changed my way of thinking about love and about myself. It was what I needed to hear at the time. The movie is adapted from a story, 'Origin of Love,' in Plato's Symposium, and I think it's a beautiful way to describe the humanity of love. I could just wax on and on about this, but I'll spare you. If you have time, watch Hedwig's Origin of Love video on YouTube, and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

I have high hopes for my 28th year. Wish me luck as I jump in!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Saying No! to HH

It's Holland Happening week, and for the first time in four years, that fact means nothing to me! I can't even tell you how excited I am to stay in Port Orchard this weekend while Oak Harbor gets turned on its head for three days.

This week, I will only work 40 hours instead of 100+. This week, the phone will not ring for me 60,000 times a day. I will not have to use my best eastern accent interpretation skills to decipher what the heck the vendors want from me. I will not have to yell. I will not have to pack trucks. I will not have to coddle the Dutchies. (I'm sorry if anyone is offended by that statement. But not that sorry.) I will not have to remember what happened to the sound system adaptor that I forgot three years in a row. I will not have to write a parade script. I will not have to babysit dignitaries who can't remember from one year to the next how to walk in a parade. I will not have to order porta potties. I will not have to argue with Paul Brewer. I will not have to dodge cranky vendors. I will not have to give press statements!

At the same time...I won't get to share a hot plate of powdered sugar-coated pofertjes. I won't get to grin indulgently at how cute and excited Jan and Helen look in their costumes. I won't get to smother my pride as I watch the Lindz play in the Community Band with the geriatrics. I won't get to gossip scandalously with Ron Apgar (am I really sorry about that? Wow.) in the shadow of his shop door. I won't get to drive the world's coolest golf carts through tourist-packed streets. I won't feel the pride of knowing that 15,000 people are going to have a great weekend because of me. I won't get to savor the moment of collapse (usually in front of a very alcoholic beverage) with my co-workers at the end of the long, sun-burnt day.

I'm not sorry the festival is out of my hands, and I'm not sorry I've decided not to go. Am I?

But you know, I can't completely escape the Dutchness...look what I found on my desk this morning.


**Update: I should qualify this post by saying that while I was not involved in planning this year, I was the lucky recipient of several panicked phone calls and e-mails asking where things were, who to call and what to do. Ah, it's kind of nice to feel needed...

Monday, April 19, 2010

My Lesson for the Weekend

When you give sweet, mild-mannered little children Starbucks (not coffee, goodness...do you think I'm a complete glutton for punishment?)


They may, in fact, turn into this:


And if you so choose to turn the children into the Tazmanian Devil, make sure you do it right before they hang out with Aunt Sara as she will gracefully bear the brunt of their energy.

Sidenote: Make an effort to time the sugar-high crash to coincide with a long drive home. Said crash will make the homeward drive very peaceful.