stream of consciousness


June 10, 2011 by Heather

The big window in our apartment is open all the way, and someone is smoking a cigarette outside down below us.  I kind of like how it smells.

I wonder what it’s like to be pregnant.  Not sure if it is because my darling little sister is with child, or because of all the cute little angelic babies who are strolled into the Cupboard, or just because I have ovaries.

The inside of my nose hurts.  Otherwise known as, my nostrils.

I do not like the word ergonomic.  I heard a lady use it today to describe the way a knife handle was shaped.  It really grosses me out.  For some reason – and sorry if you are reading this Mrs. Watson – it reminds me of the word penis.  If you are able to analyze and figure out the reason behind this strange connection, I would be interested in knowing.

I got up at 6:30am today and went to the gym.  That was the second time this week I arose at the buttcrack of dawn to exercise.  Monday it was a 5:30am cycling class.  Today I did my own thing.  I learned that I do much better when someone is telling me what to do, as far as exercise goes.

Andrew drove by our apartment this evening in his big ol’ milk delivery truck and it made me laugh so hard.

Today, a 74-year-old sweet and sassy lady I work with said, “You know, I admire a man who will take a job, even if it isn’t the one he necessarily wanted.”  I agree.

Sometimes I wonder what it is like to be rich, or at least fairly well off.

I wish I knew more about what was going on in the world.  I blame this on not having cable, but let’s be honest.  If we did  have cable, would I really watch the news?

I bought a few organic gala apples the other day (because they were cheaper, believe it or not), and let me say:  They did not taste near as good as my *gasp* non-organic gala apples I get at WALMART.  Yes, people of Colorado, I buy produce at WALMART and it is delicious and healthy.  Them hormones taste good.

Hannah and Matt are coming to visit in 13 days.  Oh my goodness I am so excited.

There is a house on my commute to work that is, in a word, perfect.  It is my dream house, totally and completely.  I almost stopped and took a picture of it the other day, but then I decided that was a bit creeperish.  I might still do it one of these days, though.  It is so wonderful.  Like something out of a fairytale.

I am really sleepy.


4 thoughts on “stream of consciousness

  1. flamingomama says:

    You didn’t really use the “p” word on here did you? Love and miss you! Mom

  2. Hannah J. says:

    Hahaha. It’s so funny how similar our minds work. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we shared the same womb once. I will fill you in on being pregnant when I am there in 13 days. When I stand up I cannot see my feet. Shut up.

    Love you!

    • I am probably going to cry when I see you. And laugh, because you are, well, burgeoning. Heh heh. Maybe while yall are here I will take some super cheesy maternity photos of you. You’re welcome. Oh my goodness I cannot wait to see you. I really will cry.

  3. Hannah J. says:

    Pahaha you won’t cry. I will not allow it. I, on the other hand, will be super giddy once we get close to y’all. Matt will probably want to kick me out of the car. Haha

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