February 1, 2011 by Heather
It’s just something I’m going to try. Not sure if anyone is still reading this, but either way, my brain has some strange and many thoughts bouncing around and I truly believe that if I’ll allow myself to really write… I might be able to think a little more clearly. I realize that family is reading this mostly, and with that said, I am going to be completely honest. Sometimes I think and occasionally say ugly words like ass, hell, and maybe even bitch. There. Hi, my name is Heather, and I enjoy a well placed bad word. And I’d really rather not have to censor myself, because that’s not really fair or honest. I do it enough in everyday life.
So, everyday posting. I’d like to start out easy and breezy, with mostly stream of consciousness type stuff. There are a variety of deeper issues I’d like to delve into, for example, friendships, marriage, divorce, religion, art, etc. We’ll see. For now, I’ll just stick with daily occurrences, oddities, and whatever else I want to write about.
Mayfield just came into the kitchen with half of a bank deposit slip hanging off her chops. I have a feeling the other half is ripped to shreds in the next room. Good ol’ pup, protecting us from identity theft. We should really give her a little more credit.
Today I have been in a cranky, funky funk kind of fog that really didn’t lift any until about an hour ago, thanks to a few new songs from itunes that put me in a better mood. A good solid mix of Lady Gaga and Ingrid Michelson can make anyone feel better.
“Like an angry apple tree, I’ll throw my apples if you get too close to me” Yep, sounds about like how I felt today.
I thought a lot today about how I am JUST NOT a morning person AT ALL. Some nights before what I know will be an earlier-than-usual morn, I truly let myself think that just maybe I will wake up alert, refreshed, and with a smile on my face ready to take on a new shiny day.
I always ALWAYS end up rushing around like a crazy person. I take that back. I am calm and accepting of the morning while I’m making coffee, washing my face, doing my makeup, and drinking my coffee. Then it hits. I look at my phone and HOLY CRAP IT’S 7:59 AND I HAVE TO BE OUT THE DOOR BY 8:15 AND MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE AN ANGRY PILE OF BIRD DOO-DOO AND I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN DRESSED OR HAD BREAKFAST. And make no mistake, I don’t miss breakfast.
I managed to make it out on time this morning, miraculously. But I swear, everything I read today (blogs, articles) talked about how “Oh I just love the mornings blah blah blah…” Are ya kidding me? Honey please. This one guy had written about how he greets the day between 3 and 4am. That is crazy. And, I might add, smack dab in the middle of the night. There are some real loonies out there.
4:00 in the morning. Give me a break.