5.25.2010
clowns
Been a while, eh? No, I haven't been in Canada.
Just been busy, thinking, yadayadablahblah...
Today I followed a random FB link about a missing teenager and it went to another friend's page. Where I saw R.I.P. Aaron. Well that looks like...sigh.
Aaron's sister and I were friends for a long time. Now we're basically acquaintances with blackmail material, but it still makes me ache.
Memories of Aaron:
kid bro who annoyed the shit out of us.
kid bro who grew up and got cute.
bro who was an excellent clown.
bro/clown who took me bowling.
clown who stalked me.
ran into stalker clown years later. he snarkily said "sorry you thought I STALKED you".
we made out. (don't judge)
today I found out he passed away.
haven't thought of him in a while.
the world will be much less interesting without him.
11.14.2009
My poor subconscious
11.13.2009
Quote of the Day
"Call me naive, but I would rather support a country which spends more money on inefficiently curing its citizens rather than on inefficiently destroying its perceived enemies."
9.18.2009
This statement scares the crap out of me
4.26.2009
Huge Ackman
So I'm catching up on the RSS and one of the sites that often has some interesting stuff about Old Hollywood, Allen Ellenberger, had a story today about Hugh Jackman getting his star on the Walk of Fame.
I have a few things to say:
1. Jazzhands!!
2. This mismatched blue-on-blue ensemble is awful. Blah blah, burlap sack, yada yada.
3. Oh who am I kidding? All I can see is his package.
4.24.2009
short attention span
4.11.2009
Because I didn't really want to know, that's why.
This week I learned a couple things I already knew but since I didn't have confirmation, could ignore.
I love chicken wings. C-Bus has decent ones everywhere, including our hospital cafeteria. I had always thought that if I just had 2 or three, that was moderation so Hooray for me!! NCH has started posting nutritional values of most of their offerings. A serving of 4 has 1060 calories and 101 g of fat. Wait, did I read that right? Holy cow! If I am "being good" I am having 75 g of fat!!?? I could slam down a pint of haagen dasz for that! Even 1 has 25!! I could go on, but since this math is pretty basic, you can figure out 2. So, I now assume they cook theirs in lard and continue to eat the 911 wings at the Lizard and the Mango Habanero at Gallo's.
I was getting dressed at the gym and there were 2 jock women chit-chatting in the locker room right next to my locker, because they apparently wanted to boost my self-image. Anywho, they started talking about the best spot for cardio. So they could people-watch and make fun of them. "The spot behind the pole is the best because you can see everything, especially the ________ at the ________." Great. Thanks. I thought I was only imagining it, but now that I know it was true I can be even more self-conscious.
Speaking of Doubt, I went to the library website to reserve Doubt the movie. The search engine is this discover thing where you can flow from one topic to the next. I thought the flow from this search was interesting:
doubt, faith, dooby, skepticism.
Go in the other direction and you get Douglas Adams.
3.10.2009
No Wonder
3.08.2009
happy birthday

2.18.2009
Dreaming
A weed dream is experienced by folks in the restaurant business and I have been on the outside for 11 years now, after bartending and waiting table for 16 in Ohio and Texas.
Wiki Def: In the weeds: a waitress/cook that can't keep up with the tables. Refers back to chefs' military roots, where being in the weeds would cause your army to be slaughtered.
The dreams usually involve it being your first day on the job and you get a table of 4, which keeps expanding into a table of 10, 20, 30. All the while you realize that the rest of the restaurant is filling up and there are no other servers. You break away to place the order and there are no chefs. Then you wake up in a sweat.
Mine usually followed steak night at Blackbeard’s on SPI. Winter special for the snowbirds involving great steak dinners for next to nothing. Started at 5pm, there was a line around the restaurant at 4pm. Dollar a head all night long. Usually made $100, which was a lot after the off-season.
Looks like they still have it, but the prices have increased. Still a great value. This is the place that taught me how to make a real margarita. Hmm. I could really go for a margarita right now. And Manuel’s huevos rancheros (totally should not have visited that site). And the beach.
HELLO? Earth to Heather. Back to February in Ohio.
Anywho, I wonder what having this dream now says about my current mental state. I am at a crossroads with my career and have been spending a lot of time agonizing about what I am going to do. Must give it some thought.
2.14.2009
Please explain something to me
Every year @ valentine's day, I tell Mr S that I absolutely do not want flowers. While I appreciate the thought, I don't really like them (hate the smell) and I think V day is kinda dumb. So I woke up this morning to a dozen roses and an apology that there weren't enough of them. And a card with a caveman that he was veeeeerry proud of. How can I stop him from buying something I do not like if he won't listen to me? I know he thinks he is doing something good and I don't want to hurt his feelings, but what I really feel is insulted that he doesn't listen to me. The cats on the other hand, think they taste wonderful.
2.08.2009
Gesundheit
0545 this morning, Mitzi hops up on the bed and onto my chest. She paws at the covers to remove them from my face and sneezes at point blank range. Really? Thanks for sharing.
2.03.2009
Bugs
HOPE FLOATS IIII
BUGS II
Maybe that’s it. I honestly thought I had seen him in more flicks. Still, 2:1 hotness.
Oh and the movie was really enjoyable; great suspense. The male lead, Michael Shannon, made the movie with his low-key delivery.
1.30.2009
1/11/09 Mitzi discovers tv
Will work for chicken
There was a guy on the freeway exit ramp with a “will work for food” sign.
I gave him a chicken. A home-smoked whole chicken.
For some reason I had to go around the block again and he had stashed it under a bush and was back in position.
It didn’t seem odd then, but now the fact that I gave him a chicken makes me giggle.
I wonder what the people in the car behind me thought?