Obligatory New Years Blog

I sort of feel like since its New Years Eve, about to be New Years Day I should probably come up with some fancy exciting New Years resolutions sooo...here's what I've got so far

• Somehow top my awesome getting hit by a bus story
• Own at mattress surfing- be scared guys!
• eat more guacamole, that stuff is good
• Laugh at myself
• Laugh at other people more :-) *mischievous laugh*
• Continue having brilliant come backs for people that annoy the heck out of me
• Know what caused the majority of my bruises
• Walk into less filing cabinets, fall down less stairs, inadvertently roll down less hills, step on less Lego's, and slip on less patches of ice

Well that was fun, I think 2012 is gonna be one exciting year!

There's no place like home

I was so excited to go home that I couldnt go to sleep, and then when I was tired I was afraid I wouldnt wake up..so I decided to rest my eyes for an hour and then get up and pack the last minute things like make up phone charger and other shoes....I woke up about the third time my friend Jaimee called to tell me she had arrived. Boo! So I left my make up brushes but brought my make up, grabbed the charger only because we had to turn around and go back to get my adderall/vivance and I ended up at the airport with only the shoes on my feet. A pair of pink snow boots I bought in the little girl section at target. Yes, I'm a mess- but a happy to be home mess!

   On the airport I made a new friend. I wasn't sure how our almost 4 hours together was going to be since she turned to me as the plane was taking off and said she had a lot of anxiety about flying but not to worry she had taken a xanax before hand so if she fell asleep and her hand slipped just to move it...but no worries by the end we were chatting and sharing packages of honey roasted peanuts and pretzels while discussing the differences in southern food (artery clogging heart attack dripping in grease and BBQ sauce) and Colorado food ( hippies are more healthy- even the fast food is less greasy?)

  Do you remember being a kid and giving someone a present that was originally yours? I totally remember doing that which is why I think this is the cutest thing ever! My niece gave me this necklace today that she got at some art thing at school, and I think it is so cute and adorable that she would give it to me! :-)

this is my special necklace!

and this is the cute sweet thoughtful thang that gave it to me! Accalia Jo!

Time to CELEBRATE!

So usually I am the awesome Aunt the gets a hold of the kids christmas list and buys them the coolest presents that are exactly what they want. This year- I lost my job before Thanksgiving :-/ So instead of buying them awesome presents that are exactly what they wanted...I decided to make them something meanigful that the older kids will cherish and the younger kids will drool on and brake after an hour. Frames! and since the older kids in Texas always tell me how much they miss me I figured a frame pic of me and them would be meaningful, right? Holy hours of cutting arranging and modge podging batman! Never again...I am gonna have a "just in case I lose my job I never want to make meaningful gifts again" fund...but here are some pictures because I am very proud of my sticky glue mess

Does blogging about craft glue and wooden frames make me boring?

....in other news I got stuck in the bathroom today...

This, My friends, is why I'm single

I think its always good to have a sit down with myself and figure out a few places I might could use a lil tweaking... So here are a list of reasons why I'm single..in no particular order

I'm a pretty princess

• I sometimes shop in the little girls section at wal*mart and spend most of my time with an engaged guy who does the same...



profile pic for eharmony?

• I actually posted this picture of me On facebook
• I dont play nice with gravity, meaning when I decide to wear a blanket cape and run down the stairs I will most likely biff it and fall the last 6 or 7 steps
• not sure if this link will show up, but this is Heidi in her natural habitat https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=678118249236&set=vb.80505634&type=2&theater
• I sometimes make multiple trips to walmart to buy things that I couldnt commit to the first time I was there...
• I soetimes wonder if I spend more time making my hair look clean and smell good than I would if I had just showered
• I talk about my car, my phone, my camera, and my feet like they are actual people with interesting personalities
• I talk a lot...when I'm tired I talk MORE

Okay welp I think thats all I feel like admitting tonight :-) later gaterz! xoxox

Cop Magnet, Mischief Magnet?

So first things first..I CAN BREATHE! When I woke up and realized that my entire face wasn't chapped and cracked because I have been forced to sleep with my mouth open I was overjoyed! I wanted to run through a field of daisies with my arms open singing some cheesy song,

or swing around a light post, or do a jig in the middle of the street where I click my heels together..I did none of those things but just know in my heart an epic musical happened.

    Ok so now for the cop/mischief magnet part? Alright so after kickin it with some of the coolest people this side of the pecos I dropped my friend off back at his car. We sat and chatted for a bit until this creepy white truck of death starts driving around the parking lot we were in, twice...and then leaves in a hurry and then all of a sudden this blue PT cruiser shows up and is honking like crazy, they drive around eachother like two cars dancing in the street while the moonlight reflected eerily off the ice making me convinced they were murderers or doing some kind of drug deal...then the white car parks in the school parking lot- two guys jump out and hide behind a tree and wait..till the blue car comes back and parks..no one gets out..we wait and stare..hoping that we are not witnessing some kind of crazy murder and the mofia is gonna make us sleep with the fishes soon! Then outta no where blue car starts the engine and without the lights on whips around the parking lot..the two guys run at the car..then in 5 minutes all parties are gone. What the crap? Still not convinced they are gone, we sat in the car maybe 10 minutes longer? Just enough time for a cop to show up and ask us what we are doing...Why do most of my stories end in cops asking me what I'm doing? COP MAGNET! its fact, so if you have warrants beware

I've never been good at first impressions...

   So, today as I lay dying in my bed...searching the web to try and entertain myself because I really don't want to go upstairs and infect the rest of the family with whatever gray death is plaguing me..I decided to start a blog. As I pondered what I should write I thought of obviously my most recent adventures, so I thought I could either blog about going to Barnes and Noble and taking pictures in the self help section...

 which by the way was very fun, and yes we were actually reading those books, and I do believe we found some helpful life tips in the books...or I thought I could blog about how I made a grown man cry yesterday and I don't feel bad about it. Which is most likely what I'll end up blogging about :-) So yesterday at FHE this pretty annoying guy starts talking about his black book and how he's gone out with over 500 girls in a short amount of time. HONESTLY, and this is maybe just me but, if a person has to keep track of how many people they have gone out with they are most likely a loser trying to pose as something or someone worth while OR ...well the first option summed it up so beautifully that I'm not sure what the or would be..so we'll say OR you're insecure :-)  Now i believe this kid has gone out on that many dates because he is an annoying stalker that doesn't know when to stop and people that are too nice to turn around and deck him ( which is most of the population since I haven't heard any stories of him being physically abused..) most likely say yes and then go down in his creepy stalker serial killer black book of shame. Anyways, so as I said before, you may recall, I'm sick... ans when I am sick you can probably use the word "sick" and "grumpy" interchangeably because lets face it- who is super chipper when they feel like death? Anyways this kid, who can dish it but never take it..tells me I look like crap; so without hesitation I tell him so does he but in a few days I'll get better. Was it mean? yes, but honestly if you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen. The moral of the story is: If you don't have good come backs don't tell someone they are ugly..no wait the moral is..: If you cant say anything nice don't say anything at all...well idk what the moral is all I know is that kid will never ask me out! So yeah, welcome to the glamorous life of Heidi Jo :-)