Tale of the Rotten Child.

Today's challenge: A vivid childhood memory.

I think as a child I was really good at convincing people of what an angel I was. I was a good liar. Truth be told.. I was rotten. No childhood is complete with out a partner in crime. I met Rochelle in fourth grade and we instantly clicked. I spent almost every weekend at her house having slumber parties. One time we decided to give our selves makeovers, starting with our hair. I don't know if we were trying to make it "shine" or if we just wanted it to grow, but we had heard mayo was good for your hair, so we thought "why not"? The problem was we couldn't stop there. Once we got down to the kitchen, we decided EVERYTHING was good for your hair. So in a bowl we mixed mayo, eggs, lotion, pickle juice, oats and who knows what else. After we mixed the perfect paste we applied it onto our hair. I think her mother caught us about the time we were rinsing it out with hot water. Do you know what happens to eggs in hot water? They cook! I may or may not still be picking eggs out of my hair to this day.

Doing a science project on drinking. Those dark circles have haunted me since day 1!

Something I should mention about Rochelle and I is that we met at a private catholic school. This either says it all, or has you just as convinced as the others of what sweet "angels" we were. I think the number one thing the two of us had in common were boys, and we were crazy about them. About three years into our friendship it happened, we liked the same boy. I don't really remember how we came to the conclusion he wasn't worth our friendship, but we did agree revenge was in our future. We called him to let him know there were no hard feelings about the way things turned out and we wanted to meet him at the park for a picnic. Now, remember when I mentioned the fact that I was rotten? so we agree I warned you? OK. Rochelle and I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for our picnic with this boy, we had smooth PB, he didn't. We thought revenge and PB&J's were best served with cat food. The poor kid ate half his sandwich before he was "full" and fed the rest of his sandwich to the ducks. We felt bad (years later) and confessed.  He told us he just thought the PB was stale and didn't want to hurt our feelings. Sucker. I admit it is not one of my finest moments, but my life is full of those and I have to blog about something, right?

..A PICTURE..

Whoops! Missed a few days in the challenge, I'm not really that surprised. I am exhausted after this week and will not be making up for those two post. Deal :-). Today's challenge is a picture of yourself and why you like it.

It is not really the greatest picture or most glamorous (that one never happens!), but I love this. It was taken in Alaska and I couldn't be more happy to be in such a beautiful place visiting my studly boyfriend (I later married that stud!). And thats that. Today's post was easy!

If you're happy and you know it..

10 Things that make me happy.

 

My furbaby.

  It really makes me happy to have her sleeping next to me and then she starts to have her little puppy dreams. Her paws start dancing and she starts to bark softly. I love it.

 

Chick Flicks.

 

Bubble Baths.

Best served with a glass of wine and a good book.

 

Conversations and pictures with old friends.

this picture is probably 8 years old? Cool hat, heather, cool hat!

Brownie Brittle.

If you have never had this, go get some now!

 

Mail.
I love receiving cards the good old fashioned way, in the mail box with a postage stamp on it. Especially from my husband.

 

Candles.

I love them and can never get enough of them. If it is from yankee candle, even better.

Fall.

This is my favorite season and I love the cooler weather, bonfires, and the change of color in the trees. (It’s what I miss the most about Indiana!)

 

A clean home.

 It’s just so refreshing.

 

SeaWorld.

I could spend every day there watching the animals and the shows. I even wanted to be one of the trainers with the killer whales at one point. Which is so crazy because I hate getting in the ocean because I’m scared to death of what’s in there. Doesn’t make sense, I know.

He's not a killer whale, but I trained him well. This picture has nothing to do with anything, it just made me laugh.

 

 

 

Dear Facebook,

Thanks for the picture adam. I'm sorry for this picture.

Dear Facebook,

Today’s challenge is a public apology. So let me start my apology with my Facebook “friends” first. I’m sorry that I gave you the impression that I cared. I in fact do not care that your child pooped in the potty and I certainly did not need to see a picture of that. I’m sorry you thought that. I’m sorry you thought that I and the other people on your friends list needed to know your “man” is a cheating whore, but not to worry, you will be back in loving arms tomorrow. I’m sorry I cannot help you with your search for drugs and that I could not accept your food stamp card as my reward. I’m sorry you’re 25+ years old and still looking for drugs, on a public forum no less. I am sorry your uterus fell out and a rabid, stray dog ran off with it and now you need my prayers. Didn’t that happen to you last week too? That is unfortunate. I’m sorry you couldn’t just ask for prayers without all the gory details. I’m sorry some things just shouldn’t be shared on a public forum (in words or pictures!). But hey that is just my opinion; I’ll go ahead and apologize for that too. I’m sorry I have let this online relationship go on longer than I should. I’m working on this. No really, I am... one click of the unfriend button at a time.

And to you Facebook. I’m sorry I am so ungrateful of your virtual hugs and the fact that I can just “like” a picture and get into heaven. I’m sorry I’m slightly addicted to you, I wish I wasn’t and if it weren’t for the fact that I use you as a form of communication with my husband, I would just go ahead and break up with you. I’m sorry we share a love/hate relationship. But I also want to thank you for giving me something to talk about. I feel our relationship coming to an end. But I want to thank you for the good times we had together.

Well gotta go, I haven’t checked Facebook in a while…

Tata for now!

Love,

Heather

 

Dear Husband, I miss you.

It is the 12^th day in the challenge and the topic today is something you miss. This was a no brainer, the thing I miss the most? My Husband.

Pictures taken by Kimberly Royal.

It has been 5 months and 2 days since I last saw him. I miss seeing his handsome face. I miss hearing him sing his obnoxious and humorous songs to me in the morning. I miss the moments when he would be doing something productive and I would feel guilty for being lazy, so I would interrupt his productivity with hugs and kisses. I miss arguing over the remote control and who gets to watch what (ok maybe I kinda like watching whatever I want, when I want... but just a little).

 

My husband always has these off the wall ideas. He always has over the top dreams and goals and it absolutely warms my heart to hear how excited he gets when discussing them.  I miss snuggling him and having him here to support me. Thank goodness I get to see him less than two months.

Stank Eye. Double fisting. Standard.

 

 

That time I gave them a lil' show.

Yesterday was a pretty busy day for me so I didn’t get around to the embarrassing blog post from yesterday for the challenge. Since the rules of the challenge state that the blogger police will not arrest me for making up for a post the next day... I’m doing just that. I know I recently talked about awkward moments and that I’m really good at them. Therefor I have an array of good stories, but today I have narrowed it down to just one.

A long time ago there used to be a girl, a skinny girl, who went by the name of Heather. She had decided to go tubing behind a boat for the first time ever at her friend’s lake. Since it was heather’s first time tubing, she had no idea bikinis weren’t the best thing to wear, especially string bikinis. She put on her life vest on (home girl doesn’t swim very well… like at all), and hopped on. She was having a blast holding on for dear life and screaming at the top of her lungs. Then it happened, she was flung from the tube, splashing around in the water trying to compose herself. Once she could see, she spotted the boat circling back around to pick her up. That is when she realized her bikini bottoms were no longer on her bottom. She franticly splashed around grabbing at the water and luckily she found them. Phew... awkward moment diverted. Then she got back on the boat. A little bit later she decided to take the life vest off and that was when her friend started yelling to put it back on. It was too late. She had just flashed the goods to everyone sitting on the boat. Turns out string bikini tops don’t like to stay on while tubing either… Womp Womp.


NERD ALERT. No that's not the flash, that is the sun reflecting off of my transparent skin.

A description...

Of myself, in ten words or less, that is the challange for today. It was a little harder than I thought. These are what I decided on..

 

Awkward

Cheerful

Short

Social

Sassy

Gullible

Silly

Emotional

Caring

Compassionate

 

And that is me, in a nutshell, in my opinion. TaDa!

Shameless selfie for the win!