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Adopting in Ashburn

What began in France moved to Washington, DC and then the suburbs. Let the adventures in Ashburn continue.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Basically Boring

I feel like I have a million things to say and nothing to tell you all at the same time. Alot has been going on lately, but most of it has been happening ... well internally (i.e. not for blog publication).

Here are the basics:

School is going okay. I haven't really gotten into full swing yet. I also haven't had a full week with all of my classes yet either.

A professor I have a difficult time getting along with is really trying to help me. I need to stop venting about him because although he has his bad moments, he also has his good moments.

I'm being patient and nice dealing with multiple people on multiple fronts. This is like a really weird battle field. Some of the fronts are looking nicer than others. Some I want to approach more than others. Basically I'm dealing in a way I hate having to act: pretending/acting like nothing is wrong/troublesome/perturbing because otherwise everything would fall apart.

OKay, that's all. I was vague, brief, and almost entirely uninteresting. Like I told Caroline the other day, "If my life was a tv-movie, I would turn me off." Please don't you turn me off. Come back another day. I'll try to be more interesting. Promise.

Love always, ~Heather


Saturday, January 27, 2007


I know it's been awhile. Life is crazy with Lorien living here, school really getting into the swing of things, and oh yes, my communicable disease. I've been sick basically since I got back to Maryland. I hate being sick. I have to sleep a bunch, take medicine ...

So, it went beyond NyQuil solution three days ago. My right eye turned a fabulous shade of scarlet. Then, I quite ridiculously cried during Grey's Anatomy and wiped my eyes. Friday morning my left eye had a slow progression of redness. The doctor could finally see me on Friday (now that I had spread the yuckiness) and told me I had managed to get pink eye in both eyes. Stellar. Luckily, I hadn't gotten it from anything, but as a progression of the illness I had recently had.

A bunch of eye drops later the swelling has gone down on the right (it never got too bad on the left) and I don't look like I just got stoned. I have to wash my hands every ten minutes since I can't remember to leave my stupid face alone. I have some of the cleanest hands EVER!

This morning/early afternoon, my sister and I got up and cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. We threw away my body pillow (tear) because I slept on it without a cover for awhile since I've been sick. We scrubbed everything, vacuumed the carpet, took the covers off the couches, and have basically boiled my bedsheets.

We're stopping the illness here. And I'm taking enough drugs to open a pharmacy in my stomach. Seriously.

Grocery store time. Have a great weekend. Stay healthy! Love always, ~Heather

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

God's Talking

I was having trouble figuring out whether or not I was getting God's messages right. Sometimes I feel like I hear an answer to a question in my head, but I don't know if it is my voice, God's voice, or heaven-forbid some awful thing's voice, in my head. (Don't worry, I'm not "hearing voices," it's all just thinking.)

Then I realized that, at least sometimes, I was following God's voice correctly. Case in point: I was hanging out with a friend about two years ago and the friendship, for one reason or another, was rapidly dissipating. I kept hearing this call to maintain the friendship, to keep this person in my life. I could tell it was going to be important. (Though the importance was certainly misinterpreted.)

This past week, I made the connection to WHY that person was important. They were supposed to be there as a link to other people who are very important in my life now. Without my friend from then, I'd be short friends now. As I sit here and type this, I realize that this isn't the only time maintaining a dying friendship has led me to stronger friendships with other people. But back to the point ...

I've been listening to the Lord again and what I've got is a two word instruction. It is almost opposite of what I would normally do. But it sounds alot like that same voice, so I'm going to trust it. Is it weird that when I think I hear God talking it sounds an awful lot like my own voice, except it says things differently? Or at least things I wouldn't expect my own brain to come up with?

What does God sound like anyway? I guess it probably sounds different to everyone.

Okay, that was my random thought for the day. I'm off to an adventure! Love always, ~Heather


Tuesday, January 16, 2007

(Not) Seductive

This was a random link from Adrienne, which I definitely found amusing. Something about this seems like me and expectedly not seductive. I am, apparently, not slated for the flirtatious conniving necessary to seduce anyone. I'm not going to lie, it doesn't really upset me that this is my description ... I wasn't really counting on this skill. However, I am interested in how the rest of you fare. Indulge me and take the quiz ... Let me know if it is accurate for you too.

Love always, ~Heather

P.S. I don't really think I am basket of kittens cute. I'm fairly certain I am too abrasive for that. However, in terms of seduction scenarios, it may, in fact, be a good comparison (opposition or comments are welcome as usual).

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Four Quick Things

... before the NyQuil kicks in.

1. Living with my sister, though it is a temporary situation, is pretty awesome. So far, there has been (knock on wood) basically no problems whatsoever. I am really glad to be getting to spend so much quality time with her - though better circumstances would be welcome.

2. I'm incredibly nervous for someone who stands up in front of crowds like it's nothing. I don't think I have been this nervous since I had to cantor the psalm at church (I am not really a soloist, so it's scary for me and the congregation).

3. I am really excited about school starting on Tuesday. I love school. I can't wait to start my new classes and learn all about stuff I'm sure I haven't encountered before!

4. I love, love, love my friends. I adore how they appreciate me for who I am, and don't judge me (at least not overtly). Going out is actually fun when you don't have to worry about trying to be who other people want you to be. Thank you friends, thank you.

Time for bed, in the hopes I'll wake up healthy. Love always, ~Heather

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

National Champs

The Florida Gators are the National Champions of College Football. It is a wonderful thing. The SEC has once again proved that it is the conference to be reckoned with. Not to mention the party people in the apartment were a blast.

To all those who came: thank you! Football is much more fun when there are other people there to enjoy the game with. Especially when the SEC was stomping the Big Ten so hard conversation had time to really develop.

Two short posts in a row. Wow. Love always, ~Heather

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You know how when you wear a skirt and twirl around how it sort of spins out around you? I love that. Since I was old enough to twirl I loved it. The swirly feeling I'm having right now isn't as fun, sadly.

My emotions are whiplashed from the spinning. I'm happy about things most of the time, but sometimes it is just ... difficult. I want someone to catch me. But it looks like I am going to be laying on my back, looking up at a spinning ceiling for awhile instead.

But here's to skirts that billow out when you twirl: if nothing else makes you smile, they certainly will. Love always, ~Heather


Sunday, January 07, 2007

Picture Update

All the photos you never got to see because I was a lazy bum about uploading over break ...

This is the family dog Shadow. He's in "his room" (i.e. laundry room) guarding both sets of water and food dishes.

Rohan, Lorien's husky, was not particularly fond of others in his kennel.

Dad, opening his anniversary present three months late. (And hiding out behind the tissue paper.)

The look after four hours of hard (and hot, I imagine) labor by my sister. Straight hair is certainly a different look for me!

The seven seafood traditional italian Christmas Eve dinner.

Lorien and the oven glove and elf shirt.

Travis and his trusty text messaging device.

Mom digging into the pasta with lobster sauce (super delicious!).

Our whoppingly "Rockin'" New Year's Eve at the house in NC. We took one sip each of some really terrible champagne and then went to bet. Oh yeah, we're party animals.

In other news ...
We went out to the Rock It Grill in Alexandria on Friday night and had a blast. I don't think there has ever been a karaoke session with 90% of the people who would definitely make it onto American Idol. By the end though, we were all just screaming out the words. Ten points to Dana for acting out all the words to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.

Saturday I wandered around in Georgetown with Lindsay. It was 73 degrees and beautiful. Wearing shorts in DC in January is definitely noteworthy. We got me my first "real" pair of dress shoes at Aldo. They're quite comfortable, however within about two minutes of their first wearing I got the heel stuck in a side walk crack. I wasn't even two feet out my door. This being a girl thing is pretty tricky.

Saturday night, after Spacecamp with Lindsay and Lorien, I went out again. Back in Georgetown, we hit up Mr. Smith's. It has a piano bar downstairs and a regular bar up. I also had my first memorable Shirley Temple. Sad, yes. Yummy, yes.

We did two gospel style songs with church choir this morning, which was tons of fun. The rest of the day we cleaned up the apartment and vegged. This evening we went grocery shopping and set a new record: $52.85 in savings. To those who say that coupon cutting and sale watching don't make that much of a difference - think again. Dana and I were thrilled. Oh, and we still managed to get it all in the apartment in one trip.

Tonight is more hanging out time. Hope you're having a good one. Love always, ~Heather

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Friday, January 05, 2007

Significant Loser

I mean no offense to anyone reading this, unless of course you are:

a.) Specifically mentioned
b.) Have done one of these things

If "a" applies to you, well, at least you were noteworthy. If "b" applies to you, please (anonymously) give the world some sort of explanation via the comments section.

I should say that for once, I am not being prompted by personal experience. Someone exceptionally dear to me has been cheated on in the past, and is quite possibly going to have to deal with the same situation again. This angers me beyond belief. Moreover, an equally close person is being tortured by an "on-again, off-again" scenario seen previously only in soap operas. I have no words for my emotions about this. And I saw The Holiday today. It was good, and definitely covered some of these issues.

**Disclaimer: I know this is not a one-sided thing and that people of both genders do this to each other all the time. I will do my best to equally represent both sides, but being female, I am obviously more inclined to be biased in their favor. Also, as I have not actually been in all of these situations, I don't know exactly what it is like nor many of the emotions surrounding it. I'm letting my imagination guide me.**

Complaint #1: Cheating. Can someone please explain to me what is so f*ing difficult about just saying, "I think there may be someone else in my life." OR "I am feeling rather inclined to be unfaithful so I'd like to give you this opportunity to smack the crap out of me now, hopefully knocking some sense into me before I go and make this big mistake."

Never, ever, will I be able to fathom this concept. It is too close to lying - which most everyone can agree is wrong, and I find morally reprehensible in most cases. It is called self-control friends. Get some. If you really can't keep your pants on, look into one of those chastity belts like the one in Robin Hood: Men in Tights. That should work for you.

Complaint #2: Avoidance. What kind of a sissy are you? What kind of games do you think you are playing? Just face up to the situation, whatever it is. Denial can't help you and avoiding someone only exacerbates the problem. If you couldn't handle it, you shouldn't have stuck your darn nose in in the first place.

Complaint #3: Poor Excuses. Poor communication is everyone's fault. No one is perfect at it. But, the trick is (I'm letting you in on a big secret) being honest. If you just say whatever it is you meant to say from the very beginning, you could avoid alot of problems. Sure, it may hurt a little more, but it helps about ten times more.

For example, if you just didn't want to be with someone but you kind of led them on and then told them you weren't ready, you were moving, you had your studies to think about, whatever; you could have fixed it by saying, "Truly, I don't think you're quite good enough for me because of _____. Don't take it personally though, because I am, generally, a shmuck."

"I'm gay," is a perfectly valid excuse, but again, something much better brought in the open from the beginning. "I was horny (or blaming your thinking on any part of you below your belly button)" is not valid under any circumstances. Use your brain. If God didn't want you to think he would have put mush between your ears, idiot.

Complaint #4: Hedging. I think girls are the biggest culprits here. This is when you want something or are certain you don't want something, but basically do everything in your power to avoid declaring whatever it is that you have decided. Be direct! Why can't you just say what you mean? If you don't know, fine. Think about it in a timely fashion, and tell the person. But if you know what you [don't] want, then SAY something.

Do you think the other person is a mind reader? Probably not. Because if mind readers really existed, the psychic network lines wouldn't be such a joke - or alternatively, the other person would be out there working as a psychic making a heck of alot of money.

Complaint #5: Destructivism. I may have made this word up, but it doesn't make the complaint less valid. This is when someone keeps egging on a dead relationship in some way. This is a double sided issue. For the masochists, who know the thing is over but can't seem to get it through their thick skulls, forget about it. Write yourself a post-it. Get a hobby. Move on. The other person doesn't want you, as sucky as that is. If your heart is big enough that you still love them after them breaking it off with you, then your heart is too good for them. Set it loose on something else, like feeding the homeless.

If you are one of these horrible people however, that continue to call, write, invest yourself in the other person's life even though you know you have emotionally ripped them to shreds - what pleasure do you get from torturing them, you sick, sorry, snivelling piece of dirt? Please, please, please, try to give back whatever it is you sold your soul to the devil for. You are going to need your soul, because one day - one fine day - the other person is going to catch on and knock you on your annoying little tailbone.

Now I know my complaints have come out a little harsh, but there has been some accumulation of relationship emotional garbage going on lately (not so much for me, as I haven't actually been in a relationship for ages). Plus, while living vicariously through my family and friends relationships, I have decided that there is way too much drama involved in something that is supposed to make you feel happy and more complete. I think I'll stay part empty; it seems safer.

On this note, I'd like to leave you with one of my New Year's resolutions. Since 2006 brought me someone who only wanted things I was certainly not willing to give, followed by someone who was utterly unavailable, trailed by leftover emotions from 2004, and rounded out with someone I was too masochistic to get over the first time they told me they didn't want me; I am resolving against crappy relationship problems this year.

In 2007, I am going to do everything I can to make sure that my half of whatever this year brings me is well communicated, completely honest, and as direct as humanly possible. I will also be eliminating masochism from my diet. It just isn't as tasty as it used to be.

For all those out there troubled by the complaints above, I wish you the best of luck. If you too would like to swear off these psychological atrocities this year, let me know - we can start a support group. Until next time. Love always, ~Heather

P.S. No one was actually specifically mentioned. By name.


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