Shout out

This past week or so has been one with much anger and enmity. I’ve written much and deleted it on the advice of my friends. So, let’s not talk about what’s pissing me off, I have another place for that where i can say all that needs to be said and I’m the only one who can see it. Let’s talk about my friends who do what they can to keep me out of trouble, keep me amused and entertained and most importantly, listen to me when i need it.

Let’s me clear here…there is no order to this after Ethan, I want no calls and emails saying "but…but…but…"

Ethan gets to go first because while generally I am opposed to playing favorites, Ethan is my dearest and closest friend. We met quite by accident back in 2001 while using Email Roulette. After an entirely too fun, made up on the spot pseudo-sparring match we discovered much in common, we discovered many differences and we became instant friends. Over the years we’ve worked on projects together, we’ve confessed our sins and we’ve playing any number of word games for our own amusement. Ethan knows me better than almost anyone and he’s my go-to man for solid advice. He has no problem telling me to ‘get over’ something, or to tell me that it is in fact okay to be hurt and offended. he, like many of my friends, worries about my health and wants me to quit smoking (I have). He also comes to me for advice and most importantly, listens and follows my advice. He has the loveliest girlfriend, just a real sweetheart that I’m looking forward to seeing again in September, as well as two of the coolest cats and the best dog second only to mine.
When I need someone to hate my enemies for me, give me make up advice or be unfailingly loyal even if I am being unconscionably irrational I go talk to Alex. I met him sometime in 2001 or early 2002 as well. A dear friend as different from Ethan as night and day. Quite possibly one of the smartest people I know. Not just incredibly smart but incredibly well versed on current events, history, science and politics. I’m going to see him in 3 weeks, we’re going to take the trip to the Keys that we’ve been planning forever and ever, I can’t wait. I’ve had the joy of sharing my kitchen with him more than once and it was entirely rewarding. He loves to cook and we have a great time doing it. He will truly hate my enemies for me, even the slightest insults will raise his ire. he’s one of many who have listened to me whine and comforted me in the dark times. he is the one I go to when for a moment I need to hear "you are totally right" even if I secretly know i am not. I believe I met Alex when he responded to this. I know he had been talking to the other plinko girls at the time, but he and I had not started talking until he read that. I could be wrong. I usually am.
Mark smells of pea soup, is the master of the new music scene, and a total goof. I’ve only known mark a short time, a year and a half maybe, but we hit it off instantly. Another friend who listens to me and gives advice and comfort when I need them. he goes out of this way to make me feel welcomed and entertained when I go visit him, tolerating my obsession with hippos and sushi and ice cream. I talk to Mark everyday, sometimes twice a day and we jabber on about everything and nothing. The keen "Eff for Rent" picture on his site was taken by me!
Jason also answered the final exam when it came out and that’s how I met him. We goof, we talk, we write and we go long periods with no contact at all, but every time I’ve been out to DC we’ve fallen into conversation so easily and so comfortably that I never question that he’s my friend. He introduced me to dim sum and loves moon-bounce parties with russian models (or something like that). We keep talking about doing a project together but we’ve not had the time to get it together. Jason, let’s get it together and get a project started. Also, were you serious about NYC? let me know.
I do also have female friends! Michelle and her outspoken cousin Elena are the poster children for strong women. I love having them around, being able to talk to them, get advice, hash things out and just do the whole girl thing. They got my back when I need it and aren’t afraid of anything. At least I don’t think they are. Truly good and kind. I wish they could join us in the keys. I really really do!
Owen cuts my hair, goes to brunch, gossips, gets me inebriated, laughs, makes me feel strong and beautiful on those days that I am neither. he likes my cooking, but we still need to make the veal piccata dinner together (was it veal, baby?). He used to just be the guy in the salon that transformed my hair, now he’s so much more to me.
My sister might not TECHNICALLY fall under the friend category but there she is. After years of not talking to each other we found ourselves more grown up, more mature and more ready to be sisters rather than siblings. I was adopted as a teenager, she was only 3 months younger than I was, all the attention, the allowance, the time her parents spent was suddenly divided with another, but she was always gracious about it. She was generous and kind and now that we’re more grown up we can see each other as friends. We’ve had our differences, but the luck of the family forced us to remain close even when we probably would have drifted apart. I’m very veyr lucky to have her.
I would link to Alan’s site but he hasn’t updated in forever and when he did last update he was all cranky and shit. Alan, update your website and tell them all about how you taught me about baseball and how I helped you pick out fish and how you owe me pancakes and all that. Do it Alan.
Dáithí doesn’t have a website, so i can’t link to him. I can’t even properly describe him. We spent a week in Oregon a little over a year ago and I can tell you i have never laughed so hard for so long in my life. One of the most talented wordsmiths I know, it is always a joy to talk kto him. He’s one of the few people who gets me flustered to the point of being unable to speak. He also introduced me to Geoff with whom I have also spent hours talking, but, sigh, I never hear from Geoff anymore.
Oooh and one more female friend! Julie and I have known each other for a little while now but in the last couple of weeks have really gotten to know each other. We share a mutual discomfort and have spent a lot of time comparing notes and learning a lot and clearing a lot of things up. We’ve also just taken the time to get to know each other. She might be the girliest girl I know, sso it’ll be interesting to get that perspective on things. In her friendship, I have learned to not second guess myself so much, to trust my instincts to be correct and to be strong. These are good lessons to learn.
We can’t forget David, but I will keep what I say on him brief because I like keeping him to myself. We met at the end of October, i wasn’t looking for anything serious, just something fun. 10 days into it we had our first serious talk and we were off. He gives me perspective, he reminds me to stay grounded, he tolerates my crankiness but pulls me back in when I go too far. He’s generous and kind, goofy, smart and fun. He likes my dog and you gotta appreciate a guy who likes your dog.
Now I just KNOW that I have gone and forgotten you and I KNOW I will get another call saying, "what about me!". If I missed you, call me. Or something.

uw inactiviteit zegt meer dan uw lege verontschuldigingen.

er..something…
Friday was all snow and being flu ridden and tired and whatnot.
Saturday was more of the same but with massive amounts of crankiness besides. No one wanted to be around me and I don’t blame them.
Sunday was pancakes with Owen and David (Alan was SUPPOSED to join us but it seems he was too tired after a long night of fun-having). Why do I always get the lingonberry pancakes? WHY?
Later I brought the dog to the clean version of the dog park, PetsMart! I wanted to take him to the dog park but he would definitely have needed a bath after and I didn’t have time to do both so I took him to the pet store where he could romp with other dogs and not get dirty. Much buttsniffing happened, he enjoyed himself.
Why didn’t I have time to give the dog a bath???
ROLLER DERBY! Dang, that kicked ass! Girls in short skirts fighting it out…sigh…pictures posted soon! I know a Dagger Doll, but sadly she was unable to skate last night because she’d been sick. Either way, a good time was had by all, I’ve got something like 80 shots up the skirts of the roller girls and an invitation to join (no thank you, as much as I like the idea of free reign to punch people in the head, I’d like to keep the list of victims pared down to the people who deserve it).
I drank too much coffee before the derby and ended up awake all night. Sucks.
Today’s big news…
THE FLORIDA KEYS!!!
Alex called me this morning, asked me if i could get the weekend of the 15th off work. I said I could and told me that was great as he just booked a hotel for us. Well, okay then! We booked the flight and I emailed my boss and that’s that. I’m headed to the Keys to drink vodka and eat lime popsicles and see the chicken lady and try conch fritters and swim in the ocean. Guess I’m breaking out the swimming suit. Blick.
Bahleeted on advice.
Why is it legal to take out someone’s feeding tube but it’s not legal to morphine them to death?? I’m not going to argue the right to life morals on the Schiavo case, but I am going to wwonder why it’s okay to have a law saying “starve the body to death” but it’s not okay to have a law that says “turn off life support and expedite the process from weeks to minutes”. I will admit I don’t know enough about the Schiavo case to say whether or not it is the right thing to turn off life support (in my own, uninformed opinion, I say turn off life support), but I will say that there is an unnatural cruelty to starving a body to death even if the mind is unaware. Fine, end it, pull the plug, but bring it to an end quickly and humanely. Sick animals are given more consideration.
But…can’t be too upset by this! I’m off to the Keys in a month!
HOORAY!

tapping the vein

Like a junkie needing a fix I’m scouring the websites looking for cheap airfare and hotels anywhere. Anywhere. Don’t care where, man, just fucking hook me up. Slide me under the bad lighting of an airport terminal, give me the dirty once over as you x-ray my shoes and laptop, shuttle me across town to my hotel. Fill me with hotel rooms and late night walks in unfamiliar surroundings, let me gaze momentarily on those friends I rarely see.
I’m itching, i’m hurting. This need burn, I gotta go, I gotta get out of town.
My name is heather and i am a travel junkie.
DC’s coming up ultra cheap, NYC a close second place. Vegas is pricier than I expected.

Over_________extended

I’m back from New Orleans, got back Friday night completely exhausted and without energy. The most I could manage was driving to the gas statin to get snack food (word of warning, Dove Chocolate now makes ice cream. Don’t bother. It sucks harder than a veteran whore at a dental convention. No lie. At all.). I spent Saturday chillin and then had to go to my dad’s for a little new years thing. I drove through the dangerous ice storm, fishtailing and spinning the whole way. It was a nice party but I picked up a case of food poisoning. So, my plan to ‘buckle down’ get things cleaned on sunday didn’t really pan out considering how much time I spent either in the bathroom or wishing my bed were my final resting place.
On the brighter side…
I did manage to get my laundry done (though not put away, that’s today). I also realized that I have two empty bedrooms up here now that I’m living alone and I don’t have a guest room any more. I took all the boxes that had been crammed in MY closet over the months and transferred them to another room. Nice.
David arrived home last night (he drove to and from New Orleans, I flew). I had missed him terribly. He gave me the rest of my Christmas present and I spent 30 minutes laughing hysterically. My favorite part was the giant hippo figurine, but coming in a close second is the picture of Ricardo Montalban and Herve Villachaiz waving goodbye to the visitors leaving Fantasy Island relabelled as “David and Heather waving goodbye…” because I am so short and he is so tall. We’re goofy together.
We also gave each other the same SpongeBob coloring book!
Okay, I need to get out of bed. I’ll leave you with a picture of me holding hands with Ignatius J Reilly…
Good day, y’all!

Wish you were here…not

Just a quick note to say hi from New Orleans!
HI!!
So much fun, so much to write about, the food is awesome (shrimp po’ boys, the happiest Indian restaurant on the planet, biegnets, and coffee coffee coffee!), the weather is awesome (got a sunburn and everything), the boy is awesome (!).
New Orleans will always be to me the filthy lady with the pretty dress. So dirty, but I’ll be sad to leave Friday.
Latah, y’all