tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13621834020584393052012-01-23T12:52:02.185-07:00Occasional rants by someone occasionally known as Fran.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-35629200879170349802012-01-23T12:52:00.000-07:002012-01-23T12:52:02.196-07:00

I hate the phone. I hate entitled attitudes. I hate being hungry. I hate, um, spiders. Huh.  I was going to write an exhaustive list of things I hate today, but I kind of ran out of steam there.  I suppose that's a good thing, right?  Maybe I'm just hungry, which makes me irritable.  Time to up the old blood sugar.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-73233192565466030952012-01-17T16:49:00.000-07:002012-01-17T16:49:16.321-07:00

I know we all love to hear the "Marilyn Monroe was a size 14 so there you chumps!" schtick.  It's kind of empowering to think that one of the most beautiful women in the world was a size 14.  But.  Let's get this clear.  A size 14 in the 1950s is equivalent to a size 6 or 8 today.  Even at her heaviest, sweet Marilyn was still pretty small, although curvy.  What I think a lot of people don't

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-37839555199155906542012-01-13T08:16:00.000-07:002012-01-13T08:16:41.269-07:00

I don't want to find a new place for my master key at work.  The place I've hidden it for the last few months has been great, but this morning I came in to find the clip on the floor and the magnet nowhere to be found.  I ask you, how hard is it to put things back the way you found them?  How do you lose a big magnet?  Now I have to find a new place for my key because, without the magnet, I can't

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-89106171920799893222011-12-07T08:21:00.000-07:002011-12-07T08:21:09.566-07:00

Asking me "where do you see yourself in 20 years?" is not conducive either to my mood at work or my desire to keep working here.  Here's the short answer:  If I'm still at a job like this in 20 years, I may or may not be suicidal over it.  Just don't ask, ok?  We'll get along much better if you don't ask me about my future.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-29729627560328645402011-11-30T11:55:00.000-07:002011-11-30T11:55:58.845-07:00

In retrospect, I suppose I should have known I'd get a call from a frustrated mother, and then accidentally hang up on her while trying to answer her question. I had a late rehearsal last night and by the time I was done my stomach was hurting so much I had a hard time standing up straight.  I'd been awake for 19 hours and apparently hadn't had enough to eat and my stomach was NOT PLEASED with

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-46857555743512737422011-03-15T12:05:00.000-06:002011-03-15T12:05:01.871-06:00

I curse the internet for this.  I curse it. You know how you study and work for years and years to know about the things you're interested in?  And how some upstart reads one book and is suddenly an expert because he or she has a Blog with Opinions?  And then how you are terribly discouraged because you have put in so much effort to know things, but no one believes you know them because you

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-48926103846404733382011-01-01T02:04:00.001-07:002011-01-01T02:04:47.650-07:00

Does it really take that much effort to respond to a text?  Does it REALLY take too much time out of your precious day to push some buttons?  DOES IT? Because this little black duck is tired of it and is thisclose to deleting a couple of people from her phone, her Facebook, and her life. It's the classic "I thought we were friends" line going around and around in my head, but I won't actually

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-60109909991329531862010-12-01T13:13:00.000-07:002010-12-01T13:13:02.039-07:00

People willfully perpetuating the stereotype of the "good Mormon wife" by making broad assumptions about my hobbies. People calling me a Utah Mormon.  Yes, I'm Mormon; yes, I live in Utah; what of it?  I'm neither close-minded nor intolerant.  I don't live in a bubble.  Deal with it. Too may conversations happening at once.  I can't focus and it makes me cranky and tired. Losing a digital copy

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-45007363674765661632010-10-06T10:52:00.002-06:002010-10-06T10:57:23.103-06:00

I think I'm going to adopt the practice of not talking to anyone until their stupid ear-buds are out of their ears and their stupid MP3 player is turned off.Does that sound good to you? Good.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-91101883842516483712010-09-01T09:21:00.002-06:002010-09-01T09:23:33.649-06:00

If I say I don't have something, it is really not in your best interest to look for it FOR me. I've probably already looked. Several times. I don't just say I don't have something. I don't lie. So, you know, thanks for believing me the first time. Also, thanks for apologizing when you find that thing in your pile of stuff after accusing me (indirectly, of course) of not being responsible.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-126631788748899672010-08-28T17:44:00.002-06:002010-08-28T17:53:18.595-06:00

If you think someone might be an idiot, do your research, track down the sources, put it all together, and prove him or her wrong. Sometimes you can't. Sometimes they're right. Just because you didn't think of it or don't agree doesn't make that person an idiot.If you don't agree with a pundit, politician, or spokesperson, that's fine, but don't paint everyone with the same brush. That's

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-70777212181691462372010-03-21T23:59:00.003-06:002010-03-22T00:04:28.833-06:00

I'm getting into some bad sleeping habits again. Habits that hearken back to that one time I was afraid to sleep and was terribly sleep-deprived for over a year because of the exhaustion and horrific nightmares and the very weird phobia of sleep itself.I get worked up by something and can't settle down, so I start to worry about not sleeping, and the worrying works me up even more, and I worry

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-87373784503871560362010-03-04T09:42:00.003-07:002010-03-04T09:52:38.758-07:00

So I'm going to rant a bit and get it out of my system.The office manager's radio is on in her office, and it's so loud I can hear it pretty clearly out here. I do not think her Top 40 is appropriate for our office, but there's nothing I can do about it except turn up my Baroque music ever so slightly. I saw a captioned picture of a track and field athlete who was in (obviously) awesome shape

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-4773003477806374562010-01-02T20:50:00.003-07:002010-01-02T20:55:26.842-07:00

I have a cold.It's not too bad, but it's enough to make me cranky that I have a cold. I don't really get sick all that often so when I do I hate every minute of it...except for the staying-in-bed-and-reading minutes.Still, though, church should be interesting tomorrow. I'm playing the organ in Sacrament meeting and playing piano for both hours of Primary and I just hope I'm feeling good enough

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-618332897133635862009-12-02T11:01:00.002-07:002009-12-02T11:08:08.335-07:00

I have come to the conclusion that drinking alcohol doesn't automatically make you sophisticated. Especially when you always ALWAYS get hammered/sloppy/stupid/fall asleep on couches/can't drive/don't remember the party.Especially when you whine about how a home-owner doesn't want you drinking in his house. The house he owns. The house he'll have to clean up.Especially when you mock other people

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-35905221602383327182009-10-29T16:08:00.002-06:002009-10-29T16:12:55.099-06:00

I have a sudden and profound hatred of answering the phone today. Like, if flames could shoot out of my eyes and destroy every phone within 5 miles of me, I'd be happy.Next job I have, someone ELSE is answering the phone all day...

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-67988835605032825522009-10-01T21:56:00.002-06:002009-10-01T22:07:41.178-06:00

I find it completely vile and reprehensible that anyone could say, in response to a friend's Facebook status about feeling bad that he hit a cat, "Good for you!" COMPLETELY vile. I don't even know who this person is, but I am sure that I could not be friends with someone who could, even jokingly (which I hope was her tone...), rejoice at the death of an animal. Especially a death like that,

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-76097437488634211152009-09-03T11:31:00.002-06:002009-09-03T12:46:26.569-06:00

I really do mean it when I say:You need an appointment to get any of our services.Your counselor is NOT available right now.We are booked solid until next week.Pregnancy does not count as a disability.We can't make the city stop working on the streets so you can get to class on time.I can neither confirm nor deny that your adult child is using our services.Even if he or she WERE using our

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-4017746444558167302009-07-21T12:57:00.002-06:002009-07-21T13:04:49.949-06:00

People who whine about how they'll never get married. Guess what, bucko? You're not very attractive when you're always complaining about how single and pathetic you are. Knock it off. I'm TIRED of having this conversation with you every other time we talk. Just because I've made peace with the fact that I'm not married yet doesn't mean I've given up. Just because something didn't happen

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-1957919144245189272009-07-01T11:17:00.003-06:002009-07-01T11:42:00.422-06:00

So I discovered this.I think I'm going to add it to my Reader. Possible.Yeah, I can get behind that. I have my moments with the whole "50s Housewife" resurgence, moments of both annoyance and triumph, but this site speaks more to me, I think.It's the idea of being as self-sufficient as possible (without going to extremes, of course) within your particular limits, not regressing back to a weird

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-16969503556585991802009-06-29T09:41:00.000-06:002009-06-29T09:42:20.127-06:00

PopFreshFierceI hate them.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-8612823555733477442009-05-19T12:58:00.002-06:002009-05-19T13:02:39.738-06:00

"Patriarch" is not the same word as "patriotic".Therefore, it follows that"Patriarchal" is not the same word as "patriotical" (which isn't even a word).Look at them closely.Think about it.Once more, side by side:patriarch------patrioticpatriarchal------patrioticalNote how there is only ONE "t" in "patriarchal" and no "d". Why, then, is it so hard to pronounce the darn word correctly? I ASK YOU.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-2786499446607367582009-05-18T10:19:00.002-06:002009-05-18T10:26:36.399-06:00

Let me just say that I will be incredibly happy when we finally move to our new office and I don't have 8 million people a week asking me where Academic Advisement or the financial aid office are. It will be such a relief to be in a place that is obviously ONLY my department, with a door and everything, instead of being at one end of a hallway that houses, oh, let me count...5 OTHER DEPARTMENTS.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-68525096411385732432009-05-16T11:57:00.001-06:002009-05-16T11:58:59.227-06:00

I don't think it's too much to ask to want to live in a neighborhood where motorcycles and big trucks do not exist. So much for a quiet Saturday...*sigh*

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-52569319147561139382009-05-04T15:52:00.002-06:002009-05-04T15:58:15.380-06:00

You know how some coats and skirts have walking vents or slits? You know how, when you buy them, those vents or slits are stitched closed with an X of thread?Well. I am here to inform you that the clever thread X is not decorative. It is there to keep the vent from ripping or becoming misshapen when people try on said skirt or coat. PLEASE unpick the darn thing! Cut the thread! It looks so

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-51123038504428085922009-04-13T09:11:00.005-06:002010-08-03T14:01:32.940-06:00

I'm trying desperately hard to get out of my bad mood this morning. Sometimes making a list of what's making me cranky helps me do that. It's worth a shot!I HATE messy piles. HATE them. When the folders are going all different directions and there is no attempt at neatness, I really want to scream.I also have a hard time with people who read and still can't spell. Maybe it's because they

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-25885407345156522202009-04-01T16:27:00.003-06:002009-04-01T16:38:25.790-06:00

I just had to exercise my Evil Supervisory Powers at work and kick a student out of my desk space. I kind of feel like a jerk, but, oddly enough, I don't feel that bad about it. After all, it's my space, not some student lounge. This is not one of those campus jobs where people can just waltz behind the desk like they own it. As if there are really any jobs like that here. Every department

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-59512595526671652892009-02-11T17:14:00.003-07:002009-02-11T17:16:26.448-07:00

Clear Play DVD playersUgly jewelryHistorical romance novelsI said it was short. :)

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-89271724304313995062009-02-09T10:00:00.002-07:002009-02-09T10:03:07.476-07:00

It is very hard for me to pay attention to you when you stand at the extreme corner of my desk where I can't even see you. What happened to walking around to the FRONT of the front desk instead of parking just outside my peripheral vision and getting impatient when I don't turn around because I CAN'T REALLY SEE YOU?If I didn't have clients in wheelchairs who NEEDED to use the shorter portion of

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-66242975467557950352009-01-26T12:29:00.002-07:002009-01-26T13:51:38.593-07:00

Ha ha ha. No, I'm not engaged. I'm not even dating right now. I'm shopping for my annual birthday ring. I try to buy myself something sparkly on my birthday--a tradition that really started back in 1996 or so when my grandfather gave me some cash for my birthday and I decided to use the money to buy myself presents "from him"--and it's usually a ring. Last year I bought my class ring to

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-11239823259577201782009-01-12T11:02:00.002-07:002009-01-12T11:14:26.897-07:00

I don't think it's too much to ask that a single man over 25 has at least one pair of quality shoes, the ability to match his clothes to each other and the occasion, and more than white ankle socks in his sock drawer.I honestly don't think it's too much to ask. I've managed to figure out what shoes are a good investment (granted, I have an advantage because I know an awful lot about clothes, but

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-73255224470729865292008-12-17T08:43:00.003-07:002008-12-17T08:46:32.483-07:00

I didn't have time for my usual "breakfast" (with soy milk! Hooray for protein!) and grabbed a banana instead. Now, you'd think that a banana would be a good idea because it's mild (part of the B.R.A.T. diet) and easy to chew and thus won't trigger my gag reflex or any related nausea.Not so.NOT so.As soon as that thing hit my stomach, I experienced a quite unpleasant wave of nausea. It's still

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-59523519054432956792008-12-08T14:53:00.001-07:002008-12-08T14:53:39.410-07:00

Click!

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-2313697627242086072008-11-29T17:40:00.003-07:002008-11-29T17:43:08.520-07:00

For those of you not on Facebook, I'm copying and pasting a brief but highly descriptive rant about why I deleted my Reunion.com account.Here is why I'm deleting my account. I will provide commentary later, I'm sure.1. Subject: Nice GirlBody: HIYOU ARE GIF OF GODWELCOME TO US BYE BYE2. Subject: Nice GirlBody: Hi HeidiI am Happy Talk to youyou are angel of godI would like meet wich youany

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-72875613109275945962008-11-22T10:06:00.002-07:002008-11-22T10:12:13.692-07:00

I'm doing my usual Saturday morning routine, which involves not eating breakfast until I've balanced my budget spreadsheets. Today, I think I've done some math wrong (or Excel has done some math wrong, which can't be the case) because I have $200 more in my spreadsheets than I do in my actual bank account. I can't figure out why. I just went over my original worksheet and it's all right. All

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-45900993825604691172008-11-13T08:53:00.004-07:002008-11-13T09:12:17.023-07:00

Love her or hate her, Sarah Palin did something none of us have. This "soccer mom" became the vice presidential nominee of arguably the most powerful nation on earth. Any self-proclaimed feminist who asserted that Palin shouldn't have been nominated, that she should have stayed in her home state, that she shouldn't even have been a governor, that she should have kept her lipsticked mouth shut,

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-4544436273303396252008-11-09T14:34:00.002-07:002008-11-09T14:56:15.237-07:00

I do not think deodorant should make you smell. I really don't. But have you any IDEA how hard it is to find unscented women's deodorant? HAVE YOU? It's nearly impossible.I do not think it should take trips to four different grocery stores in order to find something that actually works and doesn't just come in a pretty package with all manner of egregiously false claims on it. Yeah, I'm SURE

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-33694755805948765192008-11-01T17:59:00.001-06:002008-11-01T18:01:25.092-06:00

Yes, I'm finally jumping on the wagon. At the very least, this will help me from being bored during the slow days at work!I'll post on one of my blogs every day, and I can make no guarantees that the posts will be coherent, relevant, or worth reading, but there you go. Maybe I can use this to do some personal history and creative writing, which would be great.And this officially counts as my

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-8209395117809611182008-10-28T14:00:00.002-06:002008-10-28T14:20:46.433-06:00

Silk is a FIBER that can be woven into many kinds of FABRIC. To say you have a dress that is "silk and satin" is only correct if PART of it is silk satin and the OTHER part of it is polyester satin. To say "silk and satin" is very redundant otherwise, unless you have no idea what you're saying. Which seems to be the case most of the time. Something can be silky without being silk, yes, but I

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-8344410628278050382008-10-27T08:35:00.004-06:002008-10-27T09:22:57.769-06:00

Inspired by the client sitting impatiently on the couch this morning. Well, inspired by several instances over the last few months, but this one may be the final straw:When I said she wasn't in yet, I meant it. Don't say "don't you want to check and see if she's in yet?", because I know she isn't and when she IS, I'll be sure you're the first to know.No, ma'am, I can't tell you anything about

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-64028320668195133202008-10-22T19:48:00.003-06:002008-10-22T19:54:02.096-06:00

Angst. Angst angst angst angst angst.Add a dash of a weird, unsettled feeling.Stir in 18 heaping tablespoons of the certainty that something is just around the corner, but not quite visible yet.Mix with 2 cups of THIS IS MADDENING.Beat together with two weeks of not-quite-enough-sleep.Gently fold in 3 cups of "why am I so lucky?"Sprinkle in 1 cup of "what the devil?"Knead with a visit to the

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-62839459677233690592008-10-17T16:29:00.002-06:002008-10-17T16:35:33.477-06:00

I thought it was a secret ballot. I thought no one was going to malign, criticize, or try to force my decision. I once thought politics were not a topic for polite conversation.This is why I will not discuss candidates or join political groups on Facebook or MySpace. I don't need people hating me, calling me stupid, saying I've been brainwashed, telling me I'm heartless, assuming that I can't

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-36561034889411000472008-10-12T19:20:00.002-06:002008-10-12T19:22:33.017-06:00

...you realize you've spent the better part of Sunday afternoon kind of moping when you could have finished crocheting your sister's afghan? The afghan you started in February? And then you also realize that all you've had to eat is a sandwich, which kind of explains the headache you're getting?I totally would hate that to happen to me...

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-5750626653109081942008-10-12T00:16:00.002-06:002008-10-12T00:19:25.306-06:00

After all of that positivity in my last post, I somehow don't want to go to bed. I don't want to read, I don't want to watch TV, I don't want to sew, I don't want to drive, and I'm also very tired...but I don't want to go to bed.I blame October and my general shortage of fun lately.I am a boring person because, right now, I kind of just want to sit in front of a fire and stare and think. It's

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-40077557801400446772008-10-11T21:40:00.004-06:002008-10-11T21:52:19.257-06:00

After the events of the last few days, you'd think I'd feel like ranting. But I don't. I'm not sure why, though. Maybe it's because I'm tired, maybe it's because my brain is mildly confused, maybe it's just because this is how things are and I can't do much about it.I actually sat at my computer trying to come up with a rant, but I just can't seem to do it.huh.So.Here I am, rantless despite

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-26160411061222502222008-10-10T10:21:00.002-06:002008-10-10T10:21:42.442-06:00

Since we haven't figured out how to fix heidiaphrodite.com, I've registered heidiaphrodite.blogspot.com. So go there for now! And help me pick a new template!

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-83783103539578987942008-10-05T09:55:00.002-06:002008-10-05T10:01:06.454-06:00

Or, more specifically, I'm REALLY bad at understanding code. I have another blog (about which you may have heard) hosted through WordPress. Now, don't get me wrong, I really like WordPress for the most part. However, I don't understand the code involved, which means I log in, write a new blog, and hit "post" and things usually go really well...until about two weeks ago. Suddenly, I can't log

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-91141711290901007732008-09-30T14:17:00.002-06:002008-09-30T15:38:57.998-06:00

I'm at work listening to my coworker's Pandora station and it's a lovely slow version of "Always On My Mind", which is one of my (confession) favorites anyway, but this one is by Michael Buble and it's DREAMY. As in "I could fall asleep listening to this song while someone played with my hair" dreamy. As in "slow dancing in the snow" dreamy. As in "hearing him say I have beautiful eyes he

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-40876121995240469142008-09-25T22:25:00.003-06:002008-09-25T22:26:40.344-06:00

You know, it tastes pretty good with some sugar...especially after you do some mental readjusting. :)Now for the rant:I can't log in to my other blog and I'm annoyed. I'm scared that I'll lose everything because (stupidly) I didn't back it all up. I'll do that tomorrow and hope it's not too late...

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-32222511370465537752008-09-19T16:23:00.002-06:002008-09-19T16:28:43.054-06:00

Over the last 24 hours I've thought long and hard about something I wrote in my "Random Rantings", and I realized that I shouldn't have said anything. It has since been deleted, and I've spend the last day trying to reconcile things within myself. It hasn't been easy, but I know I need to apologize for hurting anyone's feelings. I learned long ago not to discuss politics or religion on a

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-50443516614771125702008-09-18T13:59:00.000-06:002008-09-18T14:00:32.840-06:00

Here. Clicky.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-68471073327008786052008-09-17T10:02:00.003-06:002008-09-19T08:19:30.840-06:00

Even if you wear a t-shirt under it, it's still a tube top and it's still usually ugly.Nasty-a flip-flops aren't sexy, especially when you have nasty-a heels and eventually they give you nasty-a plantar fasciitis and possibly nasty-a fallen arches.If you are not Pat Benatar or appropriately awesome, the "cuffed shorts/high heels/leg-warmers" look is something to avoid.I thought trucker hats went

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-27543612378764571372008-09-16T14:27:00.002-06:002008-09-16T14:29:28.729-06:00

This is something that needs to be ranted about, but I'm not sure how to compose it yet. I honestly hope feelings don't get hurt; I hope I can put some love into this so that hurt feelings don't happen. However, if they do, I sincerely apologize because it is not my intention to make anyone feel bad...unless you deserve it. Because, my goodness, I'd really appreciate it if someone told me I

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-22806437000034165472008-09-12T13:59:00.002-06:002008-09-12T14:58:57.205-06:00

You know how, sometimes, you're just dying to pull out the Lysol and disinfect because maybe someone with poor hygiene skills just came into your office and inflicted their very poor hygiene skills on one of the chairs? You know that feeling?Well, how long do you wait after the Catbox Man leaves to soak the desk, chair, and carpet in Lysol? If you don't wait long enough, he'll come out and

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-2483086272221559172008-09-09T20:47:00.003-06:002008-09-09T23:08:00.949-06:00

After posting something at least slightly amusing on my other blog, I think it's time for a rant. Being a current member of the local LDS singles "scene" (if you can call me or it that, seeing as how I don't participate in sanctioned activities and the "scene" can be rather dismal), I do believe I have enough experience under my belt (three single adult firesides at which minute observation

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-1980505288084424472008-09-06T14:15:00.003-06:002008-09-06T14:17:06.476-06:00

Oh, there will be ranting in this post. BUT not yet--it's a placeholder until I can sit down and compose without offending anyone, because I really don't want to do that. :) This rant about weddings will be about what bothers ME, and not what other people should do. If you want to do the things I don't want to do, that's awesome! Isn't it great that we live in a place that allows us to do what

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-33751600248508028552008-08-29T17:13:00.001-06:002008-08-29T17:15:41.884-06:00

It really shouldn't be THIS HARD to run three simple reports from my database. Unfortunately, it IS, because someone decided it would be a good idea to use student social security numbers instead of internal, randomly generated university IDs. Yes, it's true. I can GET to the report I need, but I can't change the SSN query for some stupid reason. I am not happy about this. I've been working

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-30987878901831848992008-08-19T18:55:00.002-06:002008-08-19T19:08:29.764-06:00

So there's a city across the lake that is really a glorified subdivision of one of the cities north of me. I call it a fake city, because they don't have a post office or a Target or a mayor. Also, it ruins my daytime view across the lake. Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty place to live, but it's not a real city like it pretends it is and it is full of cookie-cutter stucco houses with no

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-9264278710562769592008-08-16T01:33:00.001-06:002008-08-16T01:34:19.744-06:00

*scowl*I really hate not knowing things sometimes. I also strongly dislike having to wait.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-31321685292175679772008-08-13T22:54:00.004-06:002008-08-13T23:29:47.606-06:00

Why is it that the people who most vehemently demand respect, consideration, tolerance, and freedom are the people who are the most unwilling to give others those same things? Why are kindness and courtesy in such limited supply? I can't be the only person in this world who feels this way. I do my best to be kind and patient and respectful of others but it often seems that my efforts are lost

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-46950593104498096812008-08-06T16:48:00.002-06:002008-08-06T16:59:59.022-06:00

Honestly. Who, in their right mind, thinks "let's make the kids put on swimming suits, load up the car, and drive to the local university quad where we can let our kids play in the recycled-water fountain"? WHO?!Apparently, the women and kids who have been in the quad for the last couple of hours. Children in swimming suits playing in the fountain/waterfall. Blankets and food on the grass.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-73862333771282456612008-08-06T11:15:00.003-06:002008-08-06T11:16:45.961-06:00

I hate to do this, but I've realized that I should probably make this a private, permission-only blog...or not rant as much, especially about people. I'll let it simmer for a bit and have a decision by the end of the week.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-65621887067578941282008-08-02T11:46:00.003-06:002008-08-06T11:25:27.466-06:00

Ok, this blog isn't really about drinking water, but I have to say that I can't STAND the sound of a soda can opening anymore. I really can't. Every time I hear it, I want to go up to my father, take the soda away, and say "drink some water, for goodness' sake!!" This is the man who once warned us all to be careful of aspertame, and now he stocks up on Diet Coke. *sigh* Water is just better

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-90946804700871376582008-07-08T22:35:00.004-06:002008-07-08T22:56:48.799-06:00

Well. Here I am, after a pretty darn good day, feeling ranty again. Some of this was triggered by someone (hi Mom! I love you!) moving the relatively organized piles o' fabric and patterns off the cutting board so she could use it. Really, I'm ok with the moving of things. I really am. It's the idea that it had to be moved that really gets to me. I try to be organized, and I try to be

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-79482651446097926582008-06-27T12:20:00.003-06:002008-06-28T12:17:05.148-06:00

This post is a long time coming, something I've been thinking about for a while, triggered partly by my last audition and partly by years and years of being "such a good friend". This post is to list things I can't (or won't, in some cases) change about myself just so I can be more dateable/castable/hireable. This post is to remind myself that I am worth it, despite the shallowness with which I

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-28518369227775396942008-06-22T19:27:00.002-06:002008-06-22T19:48:26.177-06:00

As much as we (and our political leaders) would like to believe that walking, biking, scootering, etc are going to help with high gas prices, it's not strictly true when you think about it. Sure, you'll be saving money by not having to put gas in your car as much, but where I live, it's nearly impossible to get any further than the library by bike--it's not a very bike-friendly town, you see.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-64084818330472602422008-06-22T01:16:00.002-06:002008-06-22T01:25:25.979-06:00

You know how you can have a relatively good week that turns into something entirely different by Friday night? Welcome to my weekend.A longer rant is forthcoming, but for now I feel unwanted, unappreciated, ungraceful, and generally left out of everything. It's like junior high all over again and I want to make it different but I worry that forcing something to change will only make me look

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-72805849281500181602008-05-29T16:44:00.002-06:002008-05-29T16:46:47.264-06:00

It's really annoying when you truly like a job for the first four months, and then you suddenly realize that you are beginning to resent aspects of it.I know I don't want to be here for the rest of my life, but can I please just like it enough to stick it out for at least the next six and a half months? I have great benefits! I have paid time off! I'm salaried!*sigh*

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-14647909886602690762008-05-21T10:27:00.001-06:002008-05-21T10:28:38.844-06:00

I just realized that this does not include the bridal books I've read, and I know I've left off something about Asian and Native American clothing.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-69680342065099766062008-05-21T08:43:00.002-06:002008-05-21T10:25:39.414-06:00

How to begin? Abruptly, apparently.I know a lot about clothes--the psychology, the sociology, the history, the construction. I know more than just about anyone I know, and that's being honest and not arrogant. I've never taken a class in costuming or clothing history but I seem to have a profound affinity for the subject. I can retain information about clothing like nobody's business (example

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-42831835528658870732008-05-09T12:19:00.003-06:002008-05-09T12:20:15.659-06:00

The crack on my windshield grew by 14 inches during work yesterday. I figured it would need replacing sooner or later, but I'm annoyed that it cracked nowhere NEAR the chips that have been there for almost two years. Go figure.

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-32846828443723174812008-05-08T15:36:00.002-06:002008-05-08T16:53:28.961-06:00

You know how there are women out there who are really really thin and tan and beautiful? And tall? Like models? Yeah. There are a couple of them in Amanda's ward, and I couldn't stop looking at them on Sunday. Seriously beautiful girls. REALLY thin. Like their biceps were probably not as big as my forearms. While I am glad that you can't count my vertebrae unless you are close enough to

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-45461094180574137532008-04-21T10:41:00.002-06:002008-04-21T10:41:39.145-06:00

And you'll have to go here to read it, because it's not technically a rant. :)

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-19846451956880188852008-04-16T16:08:00.002-06:002008-04-16T16:22:18.959-06:00

Inspired by a thread on PlayersAnonymous.org about what kind of relationship you have with your exes, I wrote the list below. I find it rather amusing (say it "rawthuh", because it's more fun) because I imagine how the conversation would go:"Hey, I see Ex Man is here. You wanna go say hi?""Heck no. I'd rather eat a bug."or"I ran into Ex Man the other day and he asked about you. Do you want me

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-25135894606973872652008-04-10T23:08:00.002-06:002008-04-10T23:14:02.393-06:00

Mr. Mallard, about whom I feared the worst after his collision with the window and subsequent fall to the cement ramp, reappeared a few minutes after I published my last post. I sat there in shock, praying that he was ok, and then I noticed a fat little Mr. Mallard making his way onto the grass of the "amphitheater". He looked around as if he was dazed and disoriented and moved very slowly for

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-71195679045326704602008-04-10T17:29:00.003-06:002008-04-10T17:55:49.241-06:00

I am scared to death of the GRE. I really am. I know I'll probably do pretty darn well on every part of the GRE except Algebra, which is annoying. I can feel the walls closing in when I think about it and I want to curl up and eat ice cream until it goes away.On a related note, the whole grad school thing has me freaked out. I know I'm smart enough to do it, but my GPA is not so hot, so why

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-26727078074213655102008-03-24T12:50:00.002-06:002008-03-24T13:16:28.052-06:00

I love Spring. I love everything about it except the weather vagaries, the mud, the threat of flooding from the snow melting, and all the cute clothes in the stores.Let me explain:There are usually a multitude of pretty, airy dresses in lovely colors and fabrics that I really want and (now) can afford. However, most of these pretty, airy dresses are sleeveless, low-cut, and too short. It

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-80441281088017798282008-03-11T14:55:00.002-06:002008-03-11T15:28:40.021-06:00

Why must I have the urge to disprove "common knowledge" stuff like where "hysteria" comes from? Ok, in this case, it's not so much to disprove it (because I know it's right) as to justify it. Amanda says it's because I'm a snob. Yeah. I kind of am.But really, it makes SENSE to call it "hysteria" when you think about what the Greeks were coming from. Look at it. Once a month, women get all

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-88281840114341193272008-02-07T17:05:00.000-07:002008-02-07T17:08:25.070-07:00

Here's a funny thing: I have often wished for a private blog to gripe about my family, but I've never bothered to set one up because of the tedium in thinking of the perfect name that they'll never guess and coming up with a catchy theme for the thing. Since I can't post or write anything cranky about them without them somehow reading it or hearing about it, I just don't.And, you know, I've

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-65699807849622847332008-01-29T13:05:00.000-07:002008-01-29T14:43:03.195-07:00

Tuesdays are my early days, when I have to be awake at 4 AM and out the door at 4:40 at the VERY latest, so I make sure that I get as much done as possible before bed. Lately, because I have rehearsals Monday night and we often don't get done until after 10 PM, I've been turning the bed down, laying out my pajamas and clothes for the next day, making breakfast, and setting alarms before I go to

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-39729423791477892942008-01-11T14:42:00.000-07:002008-01-11T15:19:53.100-07:00

A few things to preface this rant:I live in Utah.Winters are cold in this part of Utah.Right now, it is 36 degrees outside, and snowing.Snow is made of frozen water--little flakes of ice are falling from the sky.Last week, temperatures at my house (according to my outside thermometer) were less than 10 degrees some nights.With those things in mind, can someone please tell me why people (

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-1866810124883278702008-01-07T17:53:00.001-07:002008-01-07T18:05:24.461-07:00

Not because I want to see cripples fight, nor because of the South Park episode which I must admit brought me great hilarity, but because every number key across the top of my keyboard except these two--5 6--is broken. BROKEN. I cannot even express my dismay and annoyance at this because I can't type an exclamation point. Nor can I make clever asides, as is often my wont, because the

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-55806670726569316652007-12-17T15:10:00.000-07:002007-12-18T12:55:49.370-07:00

It is both flattering and disturbing to have a 14-year-old boy tell you that he thinks you're hot. Really hot. Flattering because it's nice to know that you're desirable, disturbing because he's FOURTEEN. 14! Four. Teen. In fact, it's more disturbing than flattering, which is why I won't touch him, if I ever did. I just can't do that. It's kind of cute, but I want to say "um, sweetie?

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-34284057193252911182007-11-25T22:48:00.000-07:002007-11-25T22:53:22.151-07:00

I don't want to go to work tomorrow, because I know it will be more of the same: People telling others they'll do something that is my job, and then not telling me until much later that I need to do the thing they just told someone they'd take care of; really terribly poor communication department-wide; no word on the department reorganization, or no word that they'll pass down to the paeons;

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-11743962448318382192007-08-07T12:24:00.000-06:002007-08-07T12:48:47.563-06:00

My coworker (who shall be called Repo Boy) just mentioned (because he's in charge of food for our staff meeting today) that he doesn't cook--"if it's not steak or pop-tarts, you won't catch me touching it. If it comes in a box, I can cook it." My other coworker teased him about making us some grilled salmon, and Repo Boy said "oh, if it's grilled, I can totally cook! I'm all over that! Makes

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-16253911192165512932007-07-15T20:46:00.000-06:002007-07-18T14:50:06.302-06:00

To preface this whole thing, I must say that I've been studying the history and psychology of clothing for the last 20 years, and I have a significant amount of training as an image consultant through the Conselle Institute of Image Management. I have been a student member of the Association of Image Consultants International and my award-winning senior thesis was about how the last 200 years of

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-36638981257567695902007-07-01T22:32:00.000-06:002007-07-01T22:36:26.157-06:00

Yes, I am finally blogging about something that's been bouncing off the inside of my skull for the last year or so. Part of the inspiration for this is my ex-fiance, and part of it is several bouts of deep introspection in an effort to understand my neuroses. More to come...

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06047448565179055542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362183402058439305.post-78403064313802174182007-06-11T14:40:00.000-06:002007-06-11T14:42:11.562-06:00

and started on blogspot/blogger/whatever. I won't post everything here, but it's good for me to have several places in which to rant. Means I can divide 'em up or something.Anyway. You can also find me at www.heidiaphrodite.com.The end.

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