tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40665802011-04-21T14:37:56.503-07:00heathernoreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1165563862627620912006-12-07T23:43:00.000-08:002006-12-07T23:44:22.636-08:00

"Why make life harder for yourself than it already is?"

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In typical modern-day email forwarding of jokes and people-bashing, a scan of a 1955 Good Housekeeping article came my way titled "The good wife's guide". There is some question about the validity of this article (http://www.snopes.com/language/document/goodwife.asp), but I felt like commenting on it all the same.Clearly this is one seriously dated article. The 50s sound like they happened on

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1151389748772882452006-06-26T22:32:00.000-07:002006-06-26T23:29:08.850-07:00

A folly of a question that leads to frustration and failure (except for that rare individual who actually knows the answer and still feels the same way after they get there). How do you know what sort of house you want to live in until you buy one and live there? No, I really do want 4 bedrooms and a 3 car garage...and yes, closet space does matter! How do you know what job you want until you

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1150786565790537972006-06-19T23:42:00.000-07:002006-06-19T23:56:05.803-07:00

So the question comes to mind, do I only use this blog for the funny, entertaining stories? Frankly, a whole lot more goes on in my life than these musings. Although I did glance back at Zach in the back seat today to find him scratching his nose with his big toe. Better than picking it I guess.I have been going through a slow transformation ever since I became pregnant. I knew I had to quit my

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*shudder*Just like that Jetson's episode when all the robots in the town band together to sabotage George's day, the security gates at department stores are out to get me.Ok, not really. Unlike George, it's been my own (naive) fault and not the result of pissing off Rosie the robot maid. For a good month, it seemed something snuck into my purse that set off the alarms at the stores. One time it

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1150250894832555462006-06-12T18:59:00.000-07:002006-06-13T19:08:42.180-07:00

Work had a little employee contest in honor of one of their calculators hitting it's 25 year anniversary, and still being sold today practically unchanged. The contest was to win one of the anniversary calculators by telling a story about how the calculator affected my life. Given my unusual track record of winning things at work...I went ahead and did it. Here was my submission:As a kid, I saw

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Like a wedding day, all that planning and it's gone. Lucky for us, we didn't plan much this year. :) Of note, it was Zach's first Christmas and he did great. A bit overstimulated at times, but had lots of fun with the family. (It was mutual). Plenty of great food, lots of haul, pinochle, and who could forget grandma squirreling away her goodies midday, right before she put her pants on, then her

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1135328560936743902005-12-23T00:57:00.000-08:002005-12-23T01:02:41.123-08:00

Seems there are more and more decorated houses each year. It's amazing. I love driving through neighborhoods on a dark, foggy night to look at the glowing lights. We still need to take Zach for a late evening stroll to look at lights. He looooves lights. :) Though the houses are not much to see in the day time. Cords and cables. Ugly wire structures. Deflated pools of nylon that turn into giant

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1115377700018214522005-05-06T03:48:00.000-07:002005-05-17T00:21:30.786-07:00

Mother's day has a whole new meaning for me now. Actually, it was all about Zach. We've not taken so many pictures for mother's day in a long time. :)I'm honored to be a mom now.

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He loves the swing, and the mobile, and other battery sucking toys, but we've discovered new applications for non-baby things that have made our lives easier. Babies eat, sleep and poop. Anything you can do to make these three tasks easier to manage is worth the time and money.* Every bedroom should have a dimmer switch. Instant ambiance, and it makes putting to bed and midnight diaper changing

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1114510877588129252005-04-26T02:55:00.000-07:002005-04-26T03:21:17.590-07:00

It's my midnight anyway. I guess. I don't know what my "night" is anymore. I don't even keep track of what day it is.Slowly but surely I'm learning what's it's like to have a child. So far it doesn't compare to any other experience. When Zach and I slipped a step on the stairs yesterday, I was scared in a whole new way. I've never been scared for someone else, forgetting myself completely. My leg

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1113686211150986162005-04-16T14:02:00.000-07:002005-04-16T14:16:51.153-07:00

Needless to say my life has changed in the last 6 weeks (Zach will be 6 weeks tomorrow). With someone so dependent on us, I've learned to lower my expectations. Not about Zach of course! but about what I can get done.I'm a multi-tasker from way back. It's natural for me to think 5 steps ahead so I can do things in the most efficient manner, many times out of sequence. That's fine if you're not

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1110683867876423332005-03-22T11:23:00.000-08:002005-03-22T11:32:42.020-08:00

Now that we're settling into our routines, time to reminisce about the experience...Zach was born 10 days late. I wasn't uncomfortable and he wasn't stressed so we opted not to induce right away. Two weeks is the cut off. Thursday, one week after my due date, I got my first "stress test" to make sure the little guy was okay - check fluid levels and stuff (what am I, a car??) I was already having

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1109194125376289982005-02-23T13:19:00.000-08:002005-02-23T13:28:45.376-08:00

I haven't felt this bored since I was a kid. Yesterday was a particularly bad day, though today I feel better. The due date is tomorrow. Our downfall was predicting the baby would be early, which meant the last 2 weeks were looong. One can only putter around the house for so many days in a row. The bedroom is more than ready. Even just this weekend, J.T. replace all of the outlets because some

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I'm now 28 weeks and boy have things progressed. For starters, it's a boy. We found that out during our 19th week. He's since been growing steadily and I have been feeling him more and more. I'm hardly showing and it's easy to conceal that I'm pregnant if I want to, especially in the winter time. We started birthing classes and I'm the smallest in my class. :) At the ultrasound exam he was normal

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1094840334747471152004-09-10T11:06:00.000-07:002004-09-10T11:18:54.746-07:00

Why is it we can plug practically the entire band into one power strip without problems, but when I run the toaster and the microwave at the same time, it trips?? The real question is why do I keep doing it? No matter. J.T. and I got a special experience yesterday at the doctor's. Not something you can say all the time, is it? Well, when you're going to check on your baby, it's always special.

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1091388109098289332004-08-01T12:06:00.000-07:002004-08-01T12:21:49.096-07:00

Well, busy gets to be an old and tired reason for not doing things. The reality is this blog has been less important than other areas. Now what's wrong with that? Nothing I say. Nobody reads this silly blog that doesn't already know so it's safe to say that my hubby and I are expecting. Naturally it made me wonder if the new year's resolutions I made at the start of the year had any relevance

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1085341183203146932004-05-23T12:39:00.000-07:002004-05-23T12:51:26.296-07:00

I have this habit, I won't call it bad, of picking up a book and not finishing it. I'm currently reading "Spin Sisters", "Pride and Predjudice", "From Potter's Field", "Hardball for Women", and "Wicked". Ridiculous. Actually I just finished "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire. It was facinating. The life story of the wicked witch of the west. It's a luxory to find a book that's sophisticated, not

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I love pockets. Really I do. But they trick me every time. It's like our cats. Well, Harvey really. No matter how conscious we are to cat-proof our laundry, he still manages to trot down the stairs with a pair of my underwear in his mouth. That's how I feel about pockets. I do most of the laundry washing in the house and I try, I swear I do, I try to empty the pockets before dumping the

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1082346706307988272004-04-18T20:51:00.000-07:002004-04-18T20:55:42.310-07:00

For our 2 year anniversary, we flew off to Las Vegas for a few days. We went mid-week to save on plane and room prices. Gambling was cheaper too since the casinos were slow. We stayed at Treasure Island hotel which has grown up a bit since I last saw it. Much more "adult"... TI (as they like to call it now) had the neatest bar called Kahunaville. Wednesday night they had a band, and

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Last Sunday was Easter. A time for good food with the family. J.T.'s mom brought us an Easter basket, and bunny ears for the both of us. I didn't realize how much I swung my arms in the space over my head until I had something to knock off. In the spirit, we both wore our ears throughout the celebrating and have cute pictures to prove it. In turn, we also gave out gifts. Each place setting

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1081496659945406362004-04-09T00:44:00.000-07:002004-04-09T00:48:03.216-07:00

Next Tuesday is our 2 year anniversary. We've almost been married as long as we've dated. :) Way back when I was engaged, my coworkers took me out to lunch to wish me well with the wedding. As part of the entertainment, everyone was given a slip of paper to write some words of advice for the soon-to-be-married. Nearly everyone at the table was married so the advice was, well, special.

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Not much writing since January. Hmmm I wonder why that could be? What's changed since then?? Maybe it's the Dish network and Tivo? I have to admit I've watched more TV than ever before. Ahhhh, no commercials is a beautiful thing. I can rip through a half hour show in 15 minutes. I'm especially fond of the Home and Garden network. So many design shows! It's so inspiring! My grandmother

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1077606397958197652004-02-23T23:06:00.000-08:002004-02-23T23:09:22.076-08:00

So I had a dream last night that I got a thousand dollar parking ticket. Was it guilt, or a premonition?

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Happy Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. day! Time to reflect on how lucky we have it, and that we got here not by accident, but by the hard work and sacrifice of many people fighting for change and fighting to protect rights.

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I've been rewriting my resolutions for the last 3 weeks. I pondered what I'd do; I thought about monthly resolutions, then semi-monthly. I've added and removed. But I think I have it now. incidentally, part of the pondering was reflecting on last year's. Not too shabby. I didn't expect to become an expert keyboard player, or fluent in another language, but I did make progress. Just two

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Call it the year of the TV! J.T. and I made out pretty good with the TV this year. Actually, the TV is unchanged. But we now have a new DVD player, Direct TV (no more bunny ears!!!), a Nintendo GameCube so I could get the new Zelda game, Dance Dance Revolution for the PS2, another couple games, and tens of hours of movies, including the first season of Babylon 5 and a grocery store bag full of

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Traditionally, this day has planned festivities, but this year, we're just hanging at home. We did something Sunday. We did something Monday. That should hold me through until Christmas (although I'm dying to see what's in my stocking!) Up until 6 or 7 (or is it 8?) years ago, it was tradition for me and my parents to drive to my grandma and grandpa's little apartment for Christmas Eve. My

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I guess I need new New Year's resolutions to go along with my new blog title. Resolution number one is to figure out what I'm allergic to in my bedroom. I walk around the house just fine, then go to bed and get all sniffled up. I bought a book called "The Complete Allergy Book". Sounded definitive. Today was our first day of opening Christmas presents. J.T.'s mom was nice enough to give a

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It's almost been a year. Time to think of a new name for my blog... Today marked the first of the Christmas festivities. An extended family dinner at my mom's house with my parents, Grandma, and my mom's niece and her family - including new 7 month old baby grandchild, Hunter (if you're doing the math...that makes my mom a great-great-aunt!) Their house has never seen a baby before. The

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While I was in Germany, I taught a class for a week with a coworker. We taught in Boeblingen, but he's from Colone. He sort of played host, but mostly because he could speak the language - he wasn't from around there, and as I learned, southern Germany can be different from other regions. Anyway, we had way too much fun teaching this class. We spent probably 4 out of 5 evenings hanging out

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1070124316462494062003-11-29T08:45:00.000-08:002003-11-29T08:46:05.793-08:00

Ever think your bag would be misdirected by the airlines? Sure! You've heard lots of horror stories, but they usually end with the luggage arriving on a later flight and being hand-delivered to your destination. What happens if the bag is not delayed, but really lost? It's been 3.5 days now and the airline has no clue where my bag is, except that it was last scanned in Frankfurt. I've talked

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1070053750316225352003-11-28T13:09:00.000-08:002003-11-28T13:12:14.560-08:00

Only one month left - pretty soon I'll have to change the name of my blog to something else. Ahhhh Thanksgiving. I quote Halloween as being my favorite holiday, but Thanksgiving is really right up there. It's all about food + family. Hard to go wrong. And after years and years of the tradition, you grow to look forward to it, and find comfort in having the same foods every year because you

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1070043859662736652003-11-28T10:24:00.000-08:002003-11-28T10:25:08.046-08:00

So an American, an Englishman, and a Swabian (southern German region) are in a bar together drinking beer. A fly lands in each of their beers. The Englishman says, "Waiter, please bring me another beer." The American plucks the fly out, tosses it, and continues to drink his beer. The Swabian carefully props the fly up on the side of the beer glass and says, "Spit it out!" "Liabr da Maga

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Dorothy was right. There's no place like home. Even seeing the scattered lights of Sacramento from the plane was comforting. A successful trip I think. Productive, amazingly fun, educational - and a time warp. The trip felt like I was gone forever, and yet, it was over in a blink. I did SO MUCH. I naively thought I'd blog during my trip. HA! Next time I take a big trip I will do my best

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1068404626798496432003-11-09T11:03:00.000-08:002003-11-09T11:04:09.560-08:00

I'm outta here! Off to Germany on Monday for two full weeks. Works is sending me. Work does have its perks sometimes (besides getting paid...) The only downside is being away from home for and away from my sweetie. We saw people-sized duffel bags at the luggage store, then thought the better of it. I'll be back just in time for Thanksgiving, which means J.T. is running the show this year.

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Ahhh, the aftermath. The day after is never quite as glamorous as the party. We had a couple of hitches, the biggest being J.T. had to work and was unable to trade shifts or get off early. He walked in around 9:30pm, changed into Shaggy, scarfed a burger, so we could get on to the radio drama. Needless to say I missed him on many levels. He's the life of any party I go to, and, a party of

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To date, we haven't had much of a fall yet. Mid 80's, plenty of sunshine. It's what California is known for - I shouldn't complain. I remember trick or treating in my little costume, being cold, trying to beef up the costume with tights, jackets, etc. This year? Kids could trick or treat as a beach bum and be alright. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. Is Halloween-party-eve a word? That's

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Fall is my favorite time of year. I melt in the heat, so it's such a relief from our often 100 degree summers. ("But it's a dry heat.") The trees turn beautiful, rustic colors, and leaves crunch under your feet. Our trees in the backyard put on a fantastic show between vibrant red and golden yellow. (I highly recommend Chinese pistach and gingko trees.) You get to bring out the sweaters.

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Had a rough game tonight. (volleyball that is.) Not only did I suck, but midway through the third game I took a speeding spike right in the nose. I had about a half a second to react, which was mostly thinking "uh oh, I can't get out of the way in time". No, actually I did manage to start my fall backwards to ease the impact. I was already low to the ground so it wasn't far to go. But my

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1064087315271614692003-09-20T12:12:00.000-07:002003-09-20T12:49:22.760-07:00

J.T. and I went to a bar last night to check out a band. We'll be playing there ourselves on Nov 1. Anyway, the band is called As Yet Untitled and they play really great funk, all originals. The bass player in particular was doing some amazing, FAST stuff. It's the kind of music that some people like to dance to and bounce off each other, which made for additional entertainment for us. It's

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-1063960388999229452003-09-19T01:25:00.000-07:002003-09-19T01:33:08.876-07:00

We found it! Well, we found him. Who? Another guitarist! It's not 100% official yet, but he's agreed to try it out for a few weeks and see how it goes. The band is really taking off again, thank goodness. Everyone seems to be investing in new equipment, I'm playing keyboard in two songs already, we have a couple gigs lined up - it's all forward progress. Best of all I'm enjoying it more

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[Wednesday of our vacation] It’s been so long now, I wonder if I can remember what we did our last day of vacation. Let’s see. We were happily reunited with J.T.’s mom who had stayed in the same hotel we did our first night. By the time we showed up, we were ready for lunch. (Did we do lunch first?) We ate at a yummy Chinese restaurant – a nice change from hospital food I’m sure. Our only

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[Tuesday of our vacation] Met everyone at Cracker Barrel for an early breakfast. It was pretty good. Better than Denny’s. :) Then it was off to the Grand Canyon. My parents told me I was there when I was 1 year old – funny, I don’t remember… Our first stop was at the train station. We were taking a train to the Canyon park. This train used to run in the early 1900’s and was revived/

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[Monday] Hot day again. I bought the paper and was not surprised to find that Sunday had broken a 70 year heat record for that day. A sweltering 116. And I thought I was being wimpy. Monday was *only* to be 112. We checked in on Marie. She’d been admitted to a room now. Nothing eventful, which was a good thing, but the hospital had no way of knowing if something was going to happen until

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Time to finally capture our small vacation to Arizona and the Grand Canyon. It was a 4 day trip total. J.T., his mom and I flew out and met up with his brother’s family who drove up from southern California. [Sunday] Our plane took off around 10:30am. We got to the airport early, which was good, so J.T. could get stopped at the security check for trying to pack his Swiss army knife in his

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Just got home from the California State Fair, a several year running tradition for myself, and the 150 anniversary of the fair (it's only a few years younger than the state). California is known for so many high-tech and celebrity things, but the fair is rooted in agriculture. Every year you can see calves and pigs being born, lots of livestock like sheep, goats, cows, pigs mostly. Lots of

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I have finally seen Casablanca. What a perfect movie. And so quotable! It’s a (lesser) goal of mine to watch the AFI’s top 100 films, of which, Casablanca was #2.

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Ghostbusters has to be one of the greatest movies of the 80’s. It’s also Dan Aykroyd and Bill Murray at their prime. And I love how pathetic Rick Moranis is. Ahhhh, good stuff. This is one of the few movies I remember seeing as a kid in the theaters. I saw it with my two cousins – I guess my mom took us. We giggled to no end when Venkman said “he slimed me”. The whole drive home my little

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Who knew?? Who knew that karaoke was such a big deal? Now maybe it's not a big deal everywhere, but at the 7440 club, it sure was. J.T. and I were desperately trying to find a bar with a band worth watching. We passed up a blues band, and struck out at the other three places in the area. Then there was the 7440 and I said, hey let's go check it out. We'd always seen lots of cars and a line

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It's that time of year to celebrate - apparently our 227th birthday as a nation. Pretty young compared to many. Why is this holiday always celebrated with fireworks? The "rocket's red glare" perhaps? We did our part to watch the neighborhood fireworks. I've lived here 3 years now and never saw them before. We scrambled after dinner to walk to the park and managed to catch the finale up

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Still staying with Grandma. Still staying at my parent's house. Kind of a trip. I spent all my teenage years here and thensome. Sitting in my old room (which is now an office) I recall so many memories. Last night J.T. and I took a walk around the block. I've done that so many times before (jogged it even). I wondered how many of my peers families still reside in the neighborhood? I

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Yesterday was an interesting day. So I'm Grandma (Katie) sitting, which I already mentioned. Nothing unusual there. My other Grandma (Ruth) lives right around the corner from my parents so we'd made plans to visit. And the plan was to head over to the new local Indian casino for the afternoon. Sounded fun to me, and I hadn't seen Jason's work yet either. He was working yesterday so I'd

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I'm back from Chicago. Spent the week there on a lovely business trip in the lovely windy city. Actually, it wasn't all that lovely until the last day. But the business show I went to was fun. I flew out on the red-eye Monday morning and arrived around 2. I hadn't even arrived at the hotel yet and my coworker was calling me on my cell phone; I had a message waiting for me in my room too.

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Hmmm. I typed in a nice, long blog entry and the result was... a "big post error".

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Had a nice morning at the driving range (that's golf) with Dad. On my way home, I called J.T. to see what he was up to. He said he'd been "puttering around". (That's his way of saying he's just been doing stuff around the house). I replied - hey, I've been puttering too! Dad bought me a putter! *smile* First I got a putting lesson, then we checked out the clubs. Took 20 minutes or so to

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Babies everywhere!!! Last week was baby shower week. Thursday my good friend from work had her work-baby shower. Tons of fun, and she made out with tons of loot. It was fun going to Babies R Us with lots of dinero on behalf of the team. Her brother and I couldn't believe all the cool gadgets. Remote control swings??? Awesome! Then Saturday, another shower a couple hours south of here. A

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I joined my company's golf league. What am I, crazy? No. My theory was, if I forced myself to play, I'd get over this fear of playing with strangers. Any time I get paired up with a couple of strangers, I get nervous and play terrible, which makes me more nervous. It's a spiraling problem. There's so much unsaid pressure to "keep up"! And we always get a warning from the golf ranger to

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-941696952003-05-11T16:18:00.000-07:002003-05-11T16:18:15.370-07:00

Showing Mom how to do a link. My band.

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Been pretty busy. Hey - our band web page got an update - check it out! New mp3's and everything. Boy are we lovin' our new drummer! Last weekend was our one year aniversary. I'd say time flies, but sometimes it feels like we've been together a long time. :) It's nice - I love being married to J.T. We spent the weekend in S.F. We wanted to get away, even if we didn't do anything fancy.

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Added cool new "House Makeover" page!

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I'm showing my mother my cool new blog!

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Some of my friends call Valentine's Day "single awareness day". Now that I'm an old married lady, I think Valentine's day may be more for youngin's not yet settled down with someone. But just to prove me wrong, my honey took me out! :) Trying not to get carried away with buying things, we kept it simple and went on a picnic. Naturally his plans were weather permitting and I don't know if

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You know, I'm at a keyboard all day. I thought journaling through a blog would be easier. Turns out I'm almost as neglectful here as with my traditional diary... If I can make entries closer than a month apart, it's progress. Last Saturday night was SUSHI NIGHT! A big experiment beyond just California roll and other cooked alternatives. We did the real deal, ordering fish (salmon, yellow

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-880263362003-01-25T17:13:00.000-08:002003-01-25T17:31:32.000-08:00

Wednesday night is game night! More Wheel of Time. And this time is was my turn to host. We didn't just have tacos. We had TACOS. The best tacos ever. I didn't buy some seasoning packet for the meat - I used a recipe. And we fried our own taco shells too which are WAY better than anything you get in a box from the store. (It's also a pain in the butt since we had to fry 16 taco shells by

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Saturdays are worth getting up for traditional Saturday-morning cartoons. But on Sunday, it's worth getting up for the radio's "retro-revival" of 80's music. I love 80's! Even some of the bad songs are better than the crud they play today. I wonder if I'm getting old? I suppose that's okay as long as I don't hang out with any young people. I wish my cousin would hurry up and have her baby

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-874599872003-01-14T21:27:00.000-08:002003-01-18T17:04:03.000-08:00

Still recovering from my cold, and I'm amazed that my voice is still all yucky and crackly. Unprecedented. It's a good thing all my band (singing) activities are on break. Well, it's not really a good thing unless the break is by choice, which it isn't. *sigh* I could lament about band, but I won't. Let's just say there are possibilities on the horizon... It's still winter time - thought

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-873159312003-01-12T12:04:00.000-08:002003-01-14T21:28:22.000-08:00

Ever have a day where at the end of it, you think back to something you did in the morning and say "That was today? That seems so long ago." Yesterday seemed like three days. First it was last minute shopping for wrapping paper (and a belt for me...). Then it was my cousin's baby shower. She's due in 4 weeks or so. Holy cow. (It's their first, and really the first of our generation.) Now

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We started a new game this week with our friends (Eric, Misty, Wayne, Chris-my guitarist, Dan and my Jason). For two years (or more?) Jason hosted a D&D game set in the greyhawk world. It's a dedicated group and we played regularly once a week. At some point we took a break (whew!) and Wayne wrote a game module - we play tested it - he did a pretty darn good job. That took about 3 months.

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So last Thursday, Jason and I took my grandma to a play of "Cinderella". Actually it was a musical. And actually, the step mother and step sisters were played by men - making them extra ugly... It was a nice night overall, but what made it memorable was the not the performances. In the final scene of the play, the entire cast is on the stage singing "la la la we live happily ever after" - and

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And...back to work! Were the holidays faster this year or what?? I don't believe in new year resolutions. Here are mine: * Our band will gig again! * I will learn German (as much as can be expected in a year) * I will exercise more (how original...) * I will learn to play an instrument (I leave my options open - kazoo maybe?) * I will not work more than I play

heathernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066580.post-867965792003-01-01T12:58:00.000-08:002003-01-01T12:58:54.066-08:00

Yes well, it's a new year. Time for new things. A "year" is so arbitrary, and yet it's this self contained thing. "Oh, 2000...that was a bad year..." Only old people talk like that, right? Our New Year's eve was spent with good friends and their family. There are not many things better than Playstation II through a projector - Mortal Kombat life sized! Ohhh the blood! All in all a fun

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