In lieu of a written post, here’s a picture of me working, specifically, editing! 😊❤️
See y’all later! – Heather! ❤️
In lieu of a written post, here’s a picture of me working, specifically, editing! 😊❤️
See y’all later! – Heather! ❤️
Sometimes I have these wild, vivid dreams. They’re totally out in left field, with a movie-like quality. They’re also wildly entertaining.
Here’s one from the other night…
It was the end of the world. Or something like that. Some catastrophic event that killed millions of people and sent the rest of us fleeing for our lives. The sky looked like it was burning. A pink haze hung in the air. No idea what had happened. But I ended up with a group of people, several of which in that party I didn’t trust. And I had good reason, apparently. Because the middle-aged, balding, short, stout man in charge was sneaking off to the Krystal’s down the street somewhere, stealing all the little burgers for himself, refusing to share any with the rest of us! He was also wearing his Krystal’s work shirt. He was manager or something like that. He was hiding them in a fridge in an old barn. Him and some accomplice. Anyway, we made him share. It was that or he was on his own. He chose sharing, of course.
Then we set off on foot through a jungle. Now why there was a Krystal’s near a jungle… I do not know! Dream Heather can’t explain any of that. Anyway, fast forward, we’re in a tree house of some sort, staring out at the the weird, pink, scary sky, and somehow, no idea how, I had a daughter. A little blonde-haired girl who wouldn’t let go of me. Now I didn’t have a daughter when the Krystal fiasco went down, so I don’t know how that came to be. Maybe I had her stashed away somewhere. I don’t know. But she was there and she was mine.
Then this gorgeous, dark haired, muscled, greek-like God of a man, with no shirt on, came up in the tree house… And looked right at me. Uh-oh.
With panther-like precision he made his way over to us. Me and my daughter. His name was Gabriel and he turned out to be her father!! 😯 (Dream Heather and reality Heather collided here, cause I thought, don’t I have a husband somewhere, and looked out over the railing of the treehouse. I decided he must not exist here and turned back to my handsome dream man. — Don’t judge me. He was dream Heather’s baby daddy after all! 😂)
Then we all argued, the whole party, about which way to go, before deciding to split up. We decended the stairs of the tree house and went out into the pink, foggy forest…..
And then I woke up!
I don’t know where these things come from. 😂 But they are entertaining to say the least.
It’s a cold, rainy, dreary day here along the coast of Georgia. I’m curled up on the couch with a blanket, wearing my jammies and fuzzy socks. The dog is curled up napping on the other couch. I lit some candles. I’m watching impeachment proceedings. (Well, actually, I’m typing this while people stand around chatting with each other on the senate floor.) Thrilling life, ammiright? — (Ordinarily I wouldn’t even mention the trial, because I don’t go anywhere near politics online. But I wanted to set the scene for y’all.😊)
Anyway, I actually love days like this. I don’t like getting out in this weather, but when it rains all day, there’s a chill in the air, and I can spend the day curled up under warm blankets… it’s so… I don’t know, therapeutic in a way. Crazy as that may sound.
So this has been my day. It’s been nice.
I think I’m going to make homemade chili tonight. It’s five o’clock now. So I’ll probably start that soon.
Hope y’all had a great day, wherever it is that you are in the world, whatever it is that you did today. 😊
Unpopular opinion: Bacon is nasty. It does not taste good, does not smell good, is just… Not good.
I feel like that’s such a controversial thing to say. People seem to love bacon. When I tell people I don’t like it, they’re shocked. Stunned. Can’t believe I don’t love bacon. And I’m always thinking, but…but…but… Ewww! 😂
There seems to be a universal love for it. I don’t think anyone I know personally as ever agreed with me about bacon’s lack of deliciousness or usefulness. They always look at me like I’m a crazy person. But in reality, I’m pretty certain I’m the sane one.
I watch a new little cooking channel on YouTube and the guy is always throwing bacon in recipes for fun, cooking perfectly good food in bacon grease, and saying things like who doesn’t love bacon? And I’m over on the other side of the screen shouting, me!! Me! Me! Me! I don’t! You’re ruining that hamburger sir! 😂 (He seems like a decent fellow, he just, ya know, has faulty taste buds. 😂)
So there’s an unpopular opinion for y’all today! See ya later!
I tried a fancy shampoo. Okay, by fancy I mean I paid like $5 more than I normally do for shampoo. 😂 But still, I went out on a limb here.
If you want to know how poor this decision ended up being… Keep reading…
I want to preface this by saying I have naturally oily hair. Like, I have to wash my hair everyday or it’s icky and oily. Long as I wash it every 24 or so hours, it looks good and there aren’t any problems. (Except if I were a character in a dystopian novel! Then there would be problems. Those people run around without showering for days. What do the naturally oily haired people do?! It’s literally something I ponder every time I read one. They just run around looking nasty while saving the world? Ain’t read one yet where the characters were described as anything but attractive and looking nice….dirty, but nice. Soooo… where’s my oily headed folks?! We matter too! 😂)
I’m going to get back on topic now… (I apologize. 😁)
Day 1: I got this new shampoo, it smelled really good, I was excited. I used it and noticed my hair seemed kinda soft, felt kinda nice. I was like, okay, this isn’t bad. — I didn’t quite love it, though. I kind of got the impression it was on the verge of feeling oily, but not quite.
Day 2: I committed to giving it a real try, so I used it the next day. It was definitely oily. Immediately after blow drying my hair I could see and feel the oil in it. Nothing crazy, but noticable to me. — This was not a good sign.
Day 3: I used a teeny tiny amount, thinking, okay maybe it’s just too much of a good thing. …… No. Even more oily. Like I washed and dried my hair and then threw it up in a messy bun cause it was too oily for wearing down. (I was around the house, so no one was seeing this awful hair. 😂)
Day 4: I paid five extra dollars. I’m determined to use it. The entire bottle. No matter what. 😂 So I used a teeny tiny amount again. Teeny tiny. — Oily again. Even worse than before. — By this point I’m starting to weaken. But not quite enough yet….
Day 5: Contemplated using the little bit of the Aussie shampoo I had left when I bought the new one. Decided not to. I paid an extra $5 after all. This was serious! Well, by this time I’d figured out the shampoo was leaving extra product in my hair, likely as a way of moisturizing or adding oil for people who need that sort of thing. (Which is most assuredly not me!) — I got in the shower, washed my hair, and even while it was wet and had been throughly rinsed out, I could feel the oil. It felt gross and slimy. — But I was determined. (Stubborn’s more like it! 😂)
Day 5 continued: I thought about rewashing with the other shampoo before hopping out of the shower. But I did not. Instead, I soldiered on. Thirty minutes later, halfway through drying my hair, I was thoroughly disgusted. It was so oily it felt just plain nasty. I mean nasty! I touched it and even my hand felt greasy. Like I just showered and I felt dirty. — It was at that moment I lost the battle.
Day 5 moving right along: With my hair half dry, I grabbed the bottle of Aussie and washed my hair under the faucet in the bathtub, hoping it would strip all the product out of my hair. — Praise be to Jesus, because y’all, my hair is no longer oily! 😂
Let this be a lesson to you all… Every hair type needs something different, all shampoos are not created equally… And if you’re too stubborn, you may just end up with gross, icky hair for days. Sometimes it’s better to waste ten bucks and retain your sanity! 😂
Also, Mom, I know you’re reading this. I have some shampoo for you to try! Let’s hope you have better luck with it than I did. (& don’t let Dad use it, he’s the one that gave me this hair!) 😘
I know you came here for the riveting content I consistently put out. Well, you’re in luck, have I got some for you!
My Saturday went like this… I woke up. Late. On purpose. What can I say? I like to sleep in. I watched tv. I whipped up some homemade peanut butter cookies. Wasted time on the internet. Let the dog out, then made her come back in because she was barking at the neighbors all rude-like. We taught her manners, she’s just… ya know… stubborn. I watched more tv. I worked out. I watched some YouTube videos. I made grits and eggs for dinner. Wasted a little more time on the internet. Then, and only then, did I pop open my computer to get some work done. That was two hours ago. So I’ve spent roughly two hours writing, while only eating one peanut butter cookie during that time, and taking only this one break right now, where I’m typing up this nice, fancy blog post.
If you’re disappointed, well, clearly you didn’t know this was what my riveting content consists of. I guess I could have tried to hype it a little. Tell you that I watched a documentary about a whole pirate island that sank to the bottom of the ocean! Or that our outdoor critters ate all the corn off their little corncobs today! That’s right, that happened. Oh, and if you want a really interesting tidbit, I washed the dishes after baking cookies instead of letting them sit in the sink! (gasp!!)
This, folks, is my glamours life. 😉
Now I’m going to do some more fascinating things… Like more work, take a shower, watch more tv, go to sleep. Stuff like that. 😘 — See y’all later!
I did a bad thing.
I went down the cooking/recipe rabbit hole on YouTube… (I even subscribed to a couple channels, ya know… So they can keep me apprised of all things food.)
Now I want to make cheesy enchiladas, chocolate chip cookies, salmon, French toast, chili, grilled cheese sandwiches, mac and cheese, cinnamon rolls, sloppy joes, queso, and a multitude of other things.
I’m also hungry now, and it’s midnight. So not only did I do this, I did it late at night, like a dumbo! 😂
If any of you see me at the grocery store tomorrow with a cart full of groceries I don’t need…. Look away! Just look away! 😂
In other news, and entirely unrelated to what just happened here, I’m going to the kitchen now. Not to raid it or anything crazy like that. Ya know, just to sit in it. Admire the room. That sort of thing. Nothing at all suspicious about that!
I’m drinking a hot cocoa for the first time in years. It tastes like my childhood! Seriously, it does.
So I’mma tell y’all about one of my favorite childhood memories. Now fair warning, I have no idea why it’s one of my favorites nor do I know why I remember it so vividly.
Here we go….
One cold, early morning when I was roughly around six, seven, maybe eight years old, my Mom made my dad a cup of steaming hot coffee and asked me to take it outside to him.
I remember it was pretty outside. The frost on the ground was beginning to thaw, but it still had that white, crystalline look to it. It was cold outside. I was bundled in a jacket. It was a thick one. Not a flimsy, it’s a little cool out, but a true, keep-a-kid warm kind of jacket. The sun was bright, the sky was blue and clear. I could hear birds.
I started across the front yard, carefully holding the cup of coffee, and thought, this coffee smells good. Now, I don’t know how much I knew about coffee before that, or how much attention I’d paid to the smell, but I took notice that morning.
Once I was about halfway across the yard I ever so conspicuously stuck a finger in the cup and then, after pulling it back out, popped it into my mouth to taste the coffee.
I didn’t like the taste and decided then that coffee was just one of those things that smelled good, but tasted awful. Ya know, like gasoline! 😂 (I’ve never tasted gas, but I’m sure it would taste awful!)
Anyway, I took the cup to my dad then went back inside. I have no idea why I remember that so well, other than maybe, even in my little person brain, I knew my dad would have been like, you did whaaat to my coffee?! (Not in a mean way. I have a really great, loving dad. Just in a regular parent, my kid just ruined my coffee kind of way. 😂)
And for some reason, that’s one of my favorite memories. I have no idea why. Still to this day though, I love the smell of coffee but hate the way it tastes. Hence, the cocoa. That I can do.
Isn’t it amazing what something as simple as a cup of cocoa can bring to mind? A distant memory about a cup of coffee on a cold, winter morning, a vivid recounting of that very tale.
Also… To my Dad, if you’re reading this… Sorry?… 😂😉
I just finished a nice, vigorous workout. That’s always fun. I’m hot. A little sweaty. (Okay, a lot sweaty.) My hair is up but messy and falling down all over the place. I need to jump in the shower. I also need to toss a load of laundry in the wash. Not at the same time, though. After the shower. Or I could reverse that. I don’t know. We’ll see what happens.
I wrote for a few hours today, which really wasn’t enough. I read a book most of the morning and into the early afternoon, then I started working. (I’m bad… I know. 😉) My husband is bringing home take-out though. Which means I don’t have to cook anything, and I’ll probably work for several more hours tonight.
While I was working out I was thinking about how much stuff I have to do. Work-related, not regular-everyday-life related.
It’s a lot and overwhelming when I end up thinking about all of it at once. Which I shouldn’t do, but still catch myself doing every now and again. (Hey, I’m only human! 😂) It’s okay though; we’ll get it. I always say we, because it’s never just me. And between God, myself, my husband, and everyone else who supports me… we’ll get it. (Might take a minute, but we’ll get it! 😉)
I’m off to take care of the shower and the laundry now. See y’all tomorrow!
I need to grab some lunch, go to the grocery store, come back home and work, exercise, cook dinner, then whatever it is I choose to do until I go to sleep.
Those are my Tuesday plans. It’s late morning now, and I’m about to get the ball rolling.
It’s cold out today! A high of 45 and low of 28. Now for some of you, I’m sure you’re thinking, Heather… that’s not cold. Well, it is for Coastal Georgia! It gets below freezing maybe 10,11 or so nights a year. Seriously, that’s cold! — Of course, I like cold weather, so I’m not complaining, just saying. It’s a bright and sunny day, too. (Insert thumbs up here!)
I’m going to change clothes, take the dog out, feed the birds, then hit the road. See you all tomorrow!