12.15.2001
I have to say that a Heather without caffiene wouldn't really be Heather. It would be some sort of scary experiment in psychosis. I don't know if you've ever had the chance to chat with Heather in the early a.m. her time, but because of the time difference, I frequently do. The conversations usually goes something like:
Bri: Morning. Mrmph.
Heather: Brewing. Blergh.
Bri: Ditto.
Heather: K.
And then we sit there counting down the moments until we can mainline java. The conversations pre caffeine are crabby enough; I can't imagine them sans caffiene. And I don't have to live with her for the next 7 days. Cripes.
posted by Sabrina Dent 6:57 PM
For those of you playing along at home, Heather has safely arrived in Maryland. She has witnessed the unbearable whiteness of being that is Columbia, MD, and has been appropriately scared. She is also forming nicotine-addict bonds with my girlfriend (they are currently out on the porch together, smoking). She brought fezzes for my cats! I'll have to take pictures once they've permitted a fez-modeling session to take place.
Onward!
posted by hanne blank 5:14 PM
Oh dear. I just realized that the Caffiene Queen is going to arrive on my doorstep later today and I've not got any coffee in the house! The horror, the horror! Must needs acquire some before Heather gets here, doncha think? Or should I be mean and force her to make do with tea?
My cats have been doing their level best to make Heather feel at home. After my cleaning and de-cat-furring the sitting surfaces, my big fuzzy black half-Persian kitty has been rolling around on them, as if to say "No, see? She's used to cat hair. She likes cat hair. She will have cat hair, if I have to do it all by myself."
And Heather's Chanukah present is already sitting on the bed in the guest room, waiting for her to discover it. And no, you perverts, just because it's on the bed in the guest room does NOT mean I bought her some gigantic sex toy. You'll just have to wait until she reveals what she got.
posted by hanne blank 8:28 AM
That's a college tradition? Oops. Well, I can confirm that it still works when you're 30.
"Hi Mom! Me and the laundry are home!"
posted by Sabrina Dent 12:53 AM
12.14.2001
Well, I could if there were any dirty clothes left (like, there are a whole closet full, but I wasn't going to wash those for another six months, anyway. I figure they're having some sort of cross-continental bacterial communication with Sabrina's laundry). As it is, there are only wet clothes left, and I do think wet, moldy clothes could be considered a formidable terrorist weapon by he airport folksies. I know B. thinks they are.
But just for you, toots, I'll find something good and stinky and bring it on over. Now I must rush to close down the Scarleteen boards for the winter break I announced we were taking, but nearly forgot to do until Sarah (one of my darling ST volunteers) ICQ's me to thank me for giving them a break. I figure I'd best actually give them one if they're going to thank me. Whoopsie.
posted by Heather Corinna 10:06 PM
Honestly, Heather honey, you could just bring the clothes dirty. I have a washer and dryer. Just off the kitchen, even. You don't even have to trip over pugs on the stairs. It's just like that old college tradition: the suitcase going there is filled with dirty laundry, the suitcase going back filled with clean laundry. You see the logic?
posted by hanne blank 9:58 PM
...and you gotta problem with that, buster? Hey, at least we didn't have movies of Sofi's first bowel movement, or the first time she pissed on me on accident. Then again, I hear there is good money in that.
Gawd, but I'm tired. There was a thingamajig tonight at the printmaking center, but since it involved free Indian food we didn't have to cook, I have no real complaints. Plus, the dog was even able to come. Went to Patina beforehand and got the little presents I had left to get for the trip (you really have to love excellent presents for $2.50), and were it not for the dryer that felt once, twice, three times a cycle was still not enough, I'd actually be packed at this point.
So, I'm just having a cup of tea to get me through another hour or so, then I'll be knocking off for the night, waking up bright and early and going to brave the airport, where I'd really best not have any trouble with my passport. I'm just in no mood.
Before I forget, since though I'm trying to rush to answer my email outstanding, I highly doubt I'll even conquer half of it. So, forgive me the mundane, but because I know some of the folks awaiting replies read this journal.
Cara, I'll talk to you on the phone next week. Kinneret, the 19th or 20th will work just fine, and I'm looking forward to seeing you! Valerian, you're a sweetheart. I'd say things would look up, but they might not, but I can say that turning 30 isn't the milestone it's made out to be, so no sweat there. Fred, have yourself a merry, doll. Shannon, we'll talk on the phone next week as well. Thanks so much for the offer of help. Jenna, I would like your help and the article you have in mind, and I didn't get a chance to read the pieces you attached to your mail yet, but I will as soon as I get back, promise. And it's a lap dulcimer, not hammered. If I forgot anyone else outstanding wondering where the hell my head is, here, use this: {insert name here} I am sorry for the delay in getting back to you, and it isn't because I'm not interested, but because I have become a real flake and a half lately. I'll {call, write, submit, edit, have coffee, or insert other appropriate item} in the week I get back.
Back to the (laundry) dungeon with me, then to bed.
posted by Heather Corinna 9:45 PM
This is dangerous; next will be movies of Sofie's birthday party, Sofie's first school play, Sofie's prom night...
posted by Chris Bridges 5:53 PM
Beyond turning into one of those utterly annoying "dog people" I swore I would never become (and did within about three seconds of finding the pug almost two years ago now), I think I'm developing some serious codependency issues. Really, I do. But, since most of you enable me in this anyway, I thought I'd plop up an illustration of how much Sofi likes doing the laundry, if for no other reason than it being bloody astounding how quickly she can get her stout little body down a pretty steep set of stairs.
Excessive Sofi Home Movie #412 (requires Quicktime)
posted by Heather Corinna 5:14 PM
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Only a pug who really, really loves you will don a fez to try
and make you stay.
Oh dear. I miss Sofia already. Wah! I am such a hopeless homebody.
There's an even cuter one of these at the Clix pic here.
Last load of laundry in. Flight panic (which I have had all my life, well before more recent reasons to have it) will likely begin to commence in a few hours. |
posted by Heather Corinna 4:04 PM
Heather - I hope you have oodles and oodles of fun with the divine Ms. Hanne.
posted by Lisa Link 3:32 PM
heather gone, and just when i was starting to get to know her again.. *sigh* hmm, wonder what vicadin is like with altitude?
posted by Jane Duvall 2:08 PM
So Heather will be deserting us. Whatever, shall we do? Praying for the welfare of her teeth will be top on my list. There is only so much whisky can do.
posted by Seska Roonie 12:00 PM
Voila! Leaving town can be a virtual adventure. Team Heather is ready to rock. Condsider yourself warned: I have absolutely no idea what some of these folks will put in the journal over the next week. It's a bit of an experiment in chaos (particularly with Chris Bridges having access).
journal entries from earlier today and yesterday are right here.
posted by Heather Corinna 12:00 PM
