suitors

1:20 and no suitors? What's wrong with these guys anyway? -Dr. Clark

Peanut Butter and Honey

I've recently taken to peanut butter and honey sandwiches, a favorite of mine when I was a child. And a recent writing prompt made me recall many of the events of my childhood. So I've decided that writing for classes can have purpose, and now it's going in my blog. This is the beginning to an introduction for my autobiography.

Stained glass windows, cocker spaniels, large stretches of green grass, my favorite band-aid-looking swing, kiddy pools, canaries, begging mom for a few minutes more, the ghetto, humidity, sand, feet of snow, the original Nintendo, willow trees, mountains, grandparents, garages, tree forts: my mind travels through the places I love, the distinct memories of my childhood.

I was born in a St. Joseph's hospital, and carried to a recently purchased red brick one-story-above-the-ground, one-story-below (otherwise known as a basement)home with a large stretch of green grass, that band-aid resembling swing, a bright-highlighter blue kiddy pool with some duck design inside.

The cocker spaniel's name was Velvet. She was picked up as an additional member of the family a few weeks before my birth on May 14, 1986. Her black, crimped fur, silky and always shiny brandishes my memory. She was like my twin, born within weeks of eachother, she was family to me. The day she was put to sleep was a wet day. After snapping at the paperboy on his usual route, my parents decided it was time. I couldn't have been older than 8, though I want to say I was. But I distinctly remember the yard and the paperboy, both of which were located in the town I was born.

Marshfield- most people from Wisconsin don't even know where the dairy-farming community is. An acquaintence I met at college considered her familiarity with the home state and realized she had once been on a fieldtrip there when her elementary school's future-medical-related-career-interested child visited the hospital there once.

self-discovery

I've always wanted to do one of these silly things. So here is my attempt at self-discovery. If you remember something I don't, by all means tell me what I've forgotten.

Three Names You Go By:
1. Heather (or Heath, or Heath-OR)
2. feather (weather)
3. (heathen) teapot

Three Parts of Your Heritage:
1. dutch
2. english
3. danish

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. a black skirt with a sort of muslim swirly design in light blue and turquoise with silver sequins
2. my strappy black bitty-heels
3. off-white gathered shirt (there's got to be a nme for it), peasantish(?)-goes with every skirt I own shirt

Three Things You Want in a Relationship:
1. love
2. communication
3. trust, understanding, butterflies, friendship, maturity, beauty (perhaps that's not 3)

Three of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. traveling (learning new languages, observing, chatting)
2. going to parks (stargazing, swinging, playing games , swimming
3. listening to/participating in/attending: musical events, festivals, restaurants

Three Things You Want Really Badly At The Moment:
1. Something pleasantly surprising
2. A bo-berry biscuit from Bojangles
3. To leave the country

Three Pets you had/have:
1. Binford (my darling, overly-large-noggined labrador)
2. Daisy (my slow moving, sweet-heart of an old labrador with lots of tumors and a bit overweight)
3. Cleo (my ridiculously large, half-siamese feline, with a gray and black tabby coat)

Three Things you did last night:
1. Played ERS with Hillery at Rock Canyon Park (the bowl)
2. Went to Borders -and then decided I want to buy some books at Barnes & Noble (Nectar in a Sieve, Great Expectations, et plus) because they were too expensive at Borders, and they have those great-deal classics books
3. Looked for decorating colors at Walmart

Three things you ate today:
1. Nothing so far, it's 9:07am at work
2. a container of lemon yogurt waits to be eaten
3. a bottle of water would like to be filled

Three people you last talked to:
1. My mom, aunt Anna-Clair, and my darling cousin Kendrick (when they dropped me off)
2. Heidi
3. Hiller-illery when I told her that I wanted to kill Morissey today because she was listening to the Smiths and they were driving me crazy for some reason

Three Things You're doing tomorrow:
1. SEGO festival!
2. Eating
3. Maybe waking up in Amy's cabin

Three longest care rides:
1. NC to UT
2. UT to San Fran with my family
3. Provo to Escalante (because of the darkness, the deer, the bad directions, the highway construction, getting lost about five million times, and it taking 6 1/2 hours- 2 1/2 hours more than expected)

Three Favorite Holidays:
1. Easter
2. Christmas
3. May day (not really, but I wanted to say it cause my birthday is in May, but it is also Kaitlyn's birthday, which is cool)

Three Things You Can't Live Without:
1. mammals (that includes people I love and pets)
2. music
3. religion

Three things you like about yourself:
1. my eyes
2. my style
3. my tastes (music, food, films, etc.)

Three things you dislike about yourself:
1. spots (in whatever form)
2. impatience
3. not having a perfect memory of things

Three things that scare you:
1. stupidity
2. crazy folks
3. discontent

Three of your everyday essentials:
1. good music
2. making a mess of my room (at least once, then trying to clean it up)
3. some form of sugar

Three of your favorite bands/artists today:
1. Youth Group
2. Feist
3. Kings of Convenience

Three of your fav. songs at present
1. Gnarls Barkley- Crazy
2. Gorillaz- Tomorrow Comes Today
3. Kings of Convenience- Parallel Lines

Three new things you want to try in the upcoming year:
1. painting, decorating, and loving the house I'm moving into
2. being a psychology major
3. being a better person

Two truths and a lie (in any order):
1. I have never broken any part of my body
2. I've gotten a ring stuck on my finger and required the emergency room to cut it off
3. I love gaucho pants

Three things about the opposite sex that appeal to you:
1. adorableness
2. intelligence
3. interesting-ness (yeah, if they can make up great words like me)

Three things you just can't do:
1. Dance Dance Revolution
2. Croquet (when people are around)
3. Stop eating sugar

Three careers you're considering:
1. Clinical Psychologist
2. Mediator
3. Mother (kind of a career, I want it somewhere in there)

Three places you'd like to go on vacation:
1. Seattle, Northwestern states (most likely of the three)
2. Europe (London, Italy, Sardegna, Iceland, Scotland, France, Spain, Portugal, Czech Republic, Scandanavian countries- everywhere)
3. Australia, Africa, South America, the Orient, tropical islands (the works)

Three kids names:
1. Julia - great Beatles song
2. Lillian - Youth Group inspired, though I won't ask her to behave like the girl in the song, "Lillian lies to avoid all the questions"
3. Joel- just always loved it and one of the best books in the Bible
(there are too many I've considered, and now I can't find my list with all of the names)

Three things you want to do before you die:
1. travel the world
2. raise a family
3. figure out what I'm good at and do it

buzzing

I'm scared for the guy who got in the elevator that was buzzing really loudly.

it's hit me: that one plus one is one.

It's hit me. Full force. I stood in a circle of friends last night, and I realized I'm old. Still unable to get senior citizens discounts nor ride the scooters at Walmart, but there are sometimes sneaky gray (or maybe blonde) hairs sneaking in brown hair.

Two of my friends got engaged a day ago. The initial shock hits you head on. I should've expected it, trips to Texas immediately following Winter Semester, exclusively hanging out all the time, and the mandatory family game night every week.
And I sit in my room wondering on my twin sized bed, with an unacceptably messy room, in my halter top because I'm way too hot for anything else: how do you know? I thought it would just be completely clear. Is it? When you start leaving away messages that say "I love such and such" is that a tell-tale sign you're ready for marriage. I don't want to challenge peoples' or friends' judgement, but I guess I'm not even close to the point where I could see myself married. I'm worried about divorce, the statistics, the young lovers moving to married-couple-hood realizing they don't love eachother with 2 kids and another on the way.

I stare at one of my senior pictures. The bring-your-friends-along picture, where three of my high school friends and I are posed ridiculously around eachother. 2 of the 4 are engaged or married. I still feel young. I guess I've left the high school days, the "I can't date anyone" excuses. It scares me. I like to say it's because I haven't met the right one. That's what they force feed you in movies, in romantic stories of your relatives' past, in romance novels (not that I've read any- well I don't think Jane Austen or Bridget Jones count).

All around me I sense instability. And then my shuffling itunes comes up with Badly Drawn Boy, One Plus One is One. "Why can't you see that one plus one is one? Much greater than the sum of its parts... it's time to take the gun out of life." And Damon Gough reassures me that I'm not the only one feeling this way... "it still boils down to love. Please, give me some peace."