July 5, 2007
Sweet, smart, flirty, fun, at times even zany...But the thing that impresses me the most about Heather is her heart of 24K gold. This girl is a serious keeper, and I'm blessed to be able to call her my friend. Love you, girlie!
July 28, 2006
I don't know Heather well enough to discuss details of her life...I've been to her lovely house, and she's shown me the secret passageways, we've read some of the same esoteric books (and disagreed about some of them), but there's volumes I don't know.
But what I DO know is that she is the possessor of a spectacular spirit and a sense of herself that you can feel from a hundred yards away. I know that I started admiring her from the moment I saw her. Heather is pretty, like your favorite flower, but on another level, Heather is beautiful in the way a thunderstorm can be beautiful: Power and Glory. But I always think of the last day of Faire, year before last where I saw her laughing with happiness bordering on insanity, caked head to toe with mud. Unique? I think so. March 14, 2006
She's a big-hearted girl with a bussom to match.
January 12, 2006
Heather is a Karaoke Queen - and don't let her tell you any different!
January 6, 2006
Heather's favorite pastime is sleeping. I'm still trying to find something she WON'T do for 5 more minutes of sleep.
December 9, 2005
Heather is possibly one of the absolute greatest people in the world. I've never become so close to someone so fast. She's fixed me when I was broken, cheered me up when I was sad, and listened to me bitch when I was angry.
She also knows where to find the best Pastrami sandwiches ever. AND SHE'S HOT! November 4, 2004
I failed Heather THREE times in the x-tra garlic dpt., and she STILL granted me smooches...........I guess I must have been garlicy enough to make up for it. Wow.
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And, didn't die!!
Thu, May 15, 2008 - 9:04 AM
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I rode my bike to work. Four and a half miles. Granted it was mostly downhill. But, there were some evil little hills that jumped out and tried to thwart me! You see, hills are my nemesis. I know. I know. You thought it was flip-flops. But that is only a recent conflict. I've been battling it out with hills since I was a wee tyke. (Yes, I was once wee. Fuck you. Yes, I said wee. Fuck you again.) Anyway. My ass hurts. My knee aches. And, my ears ache. ... read more
And, I’m a ren faire junkie.
Wed, May 14, 2008 - 12:49 PM
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I was able to go four faire days without a fix. Then it all came to a crashing halt on Sunday. Actually, I think I could have made it longer, but Jeff had friends coming out for the day who threw some free tickets our way. How could we say no to playing patrons for an afternoon? Anyway, it was a great day. My Pretty, Pretty Pirate Princess outfit (from the same line as the award winning Pretty, Pretty Bondage Fairy costume) was a huge hit. The amazing... read more
I didn't break anything!! YEAH!!
Thu, May 8, 2008 - 1:13 PM
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THE BAD NEWS... I'm not allowed to do any extreme sports or excercise until my knee stops hurting. So, no snowboarding in Mammoth this weekend. Bummer. I was really looking forward to mastering my toe side and interlinking turns before the season ended. Oh, and the doctor told me, get this... "THE PAIN IS GOOD." WTF? Yup, it means my damaged nerve endings are repairing themselves... So, feeling like a burning hot spear is being stabbed throu... read more
I really hate when I accidentally eat a broken fork prong. sigh...
Mon, May 5, 2008 - 1:33 PM
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So, Saturday I went on the worst hiking trip. Ever.
Mon, May 5, 2008 - 12:27 PM
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I haven’t quite decided which part was the most awful… The utter terror of scrambling down a trail that alternated between a goat path and sheer cliffs. The thick black cloud of flies that attacked us as we ran willy-nilly across the rocky beach. Doing the tard dance as we unsuccessfully slapped away the flies while trying not to fall. Tripping on a boulder and tumbling fifteen feet over the rocks down to the water’s edge. The ocean... read more
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