Sunday, March 17, 2024

Swiftly

I watched The Eras Tour on Disney+. I went into it knowing only a few songs from Red and 1989 (the year I graduated High School ugh) and then a couple of melody through lines from Midnights. But that didn't stop me from smiling, singing, and even crying during "All Too Well."


Here's how far Taylor reaches: I called my mid 70's parents' at home and when my Mom answers there's all this noise in the background:


Me - What's all that noise?


Mom - Oh! (Excited) We're watching The Concert on Disney+. Dad even turned on the surround sound.


Me - Really? How is it?


Mom - It's great. I really like her. I don't know any of the songs but I'm having fun. Where else could I see this concert? I could never see her in person. (Pause to listen to the song) I even think your Dad is enjoying it.


Since then she's watched another documentary about her and is deciding which albums to buy first.


How cute is that? My Mom is a brand new Swiftie.


Okay, I might be one too.






Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Piece of Peace

During my sophomore year of college in my first class of the day, I would always sit down and get organized, then take my yummy lemon scented cuticle cream out of my bag and center myself, while moisturizing my cuticles. It was my little Moment of Zen before the day would begin. 


Half way through the semester (yes, this was back when there were semesters) the girl that generally sat behind me, finally got up the nerve to ask what I was doing every day. She found it soooooo curious and mysterious. She admitted how she waited for that moment every day, to just watch my little ritual. It calmed her. Made her day better.


My peace gave her peace. 


You never know the impact you can have. Just with a little bit of cuticle cream.





Monday, March 4, 2024

Don't Hand It To Me

Recently what I've discovered is that like Tony Stark, I too, do not enjoy having things just suddenly handed to me.


As the kids say, gives me the ick. 


I get in your car and then BAM you hand me something? Nah. I need time. You walk in my home and instantly hand me something? Nope. I'm not looking at it. It's going on the floor or the counter. 


I need time to understand WHY I'm being handed the thing I'm being handed.


I'm not expecting this to make sense. I don't even understand it. 


Did you ask for this information? No. 


I just handed it to you.







Saturday, February 24, 2024

On Being a Shithead

Talking to my Mom, of course. Talking about life, expectations, how I mostly have only had my brain my whole life. She mentions that I'm clever and I say that I know how much more clever I could be. Her response had us laugh crying for fifteen minutes.


Mom - Well, you're not MENSA Shart.


Me - Wait, did you just say shart?


Mom - I don't know. Did I?


Me - You said shart. That could not have been more perfect.


We're both crying. 


Me - I need this on a shirt.


She's still crying.


Me - We could start our own club: The Sharts. (I start singing the melody to the Jet Song from West Side Story)


This is peak Mom conversation. 







Wednesday, February 14, 2024

First Fiction

My very first date with Preston was at the theatre to see "Pulp Fiction." He had been lobbying for this date in major ways. He made a sign that read "Will Work for Heidi" and stood on my road waiting for me to pass him on my way to work. 


I stayed home sick and never saw him.


Then he called and we arranged the date. I picked the movie. Because, of course.


Then, we're there. And THAT scene starts. He leans over and quietly asks "do you want to leave?" He's soooooo uncomfortable. Because, of course. I tell him "Oh no. I want to see this."


It's still going. He asks again. I pat his arm. "I'm fine." He's not fine.


The movie ends. I loved it. He's a wreck. Thinks he broke any chance with me.


He never had a chance. I was still in love with someone else. Because, of course.


https://letterboxd.com/journal/crushed-worst-movie-dates-valentines-day/







Sunday, December 31, 2023

Wishing Star

 My New Year Wish is for everyone to get their wishes for the New Year. 


No matter how improbable, huge, selfish, tiny, redundant, crazy, lazy, or silly. I want everyone to find their bliss. 


Now, if your bliss is to be a whacko hurting humans and animals, I have nothing to do with that, and we're most likely not friends. So, no. No wishes for you. **not so fine print**


Somehow in this life, I have always maintained hope. Even when pain seems unending and it's just one more thing after one more thing, I never lose hope.


I have hope for us. Yes, all of us.




The Bun

The Bun
If you don't like rabbits, you can suck it, shove it and then go soak your head.