Blast from the past,,,
Originally posted January 2nd, 2008

If The Shoe Fits! While out looking for a new pair of slippers, I came across a Mr. Potato Head slipper. I jokingly told my shopping companion, (no name, gave me $ and chocolate!) “too bad there’s only one of those…I would have gotten them!” A lady, slightly older than myself overheard me and asked, “if I find the other one for you, you’ll buy them?” Uh-oh!!! “well yeah, if they’re my size.” She gave me the look, you know the…try them on you idiot before I dig through 3,472 mismatched slippers to find the matching Mr. Potato Head.
I did. It fit. Long story short, I got new slippers.

Dumpster Diving! So I have my new slippers and quite honestly I grew very fond of them. I wore those little guys all the time. One night…one late night I, (living in an apartment complex at the time) took the trash out to the dumpster. I was, as usual on the phone. As I hurled the trash into the dumpster, so went the phone. What the….do I do now? (after a small conference with my ducks) it was clear I needed to go in after it. I went and got a patio chair from my porch. Hoping the person on the phone realized what had happened, I encouraged them to keep screaming my name so I could find my phone. After all it was very dark and I didn’t want to spend a second longer in there than needed.
I got in and got the phone. Just as I was ready to get out a car pulls in, next to the dumpster. O.K., be still, he will never see you… (I wonder how many rats are lurking below me ready to attack me?) I was grossed out. I was freaking out. The person on the phone, Deanna had hung up, the ducks were too smart to ever get in there in the first place. I was on my own. Just get out of your damn car already and go inside. I don’t know if he saw me or the chair outside the dumpster but something sparked his curiosity. “Hi” was all I could think to say. “You o.k?” he asked. “Yes, just dropped something.” Was the most intelligible thing I could think of. “Oh….” (so why on God’s earth are you still standing in there talking to me?) I knew I had to get out sooner or later…here it goes. Dignity? Pride? Gone! This man (and I would use his name if I knew it!) will always remember me as the 40ish year old lady who, in the middle of the night he watch climb out of a dumpster, clad in p.j.’s , one Mr. Potato Head slipper at a time!

I’ve Really Lost It Now! I loved my Mr. Potato slippers so much. But they had walked the depths of the dumpster. No matter how many times I washed them, I just couldn’t bring myself to wear them again. (they, were what separated me from the attack rats!)
Off to Wal-Mart I go to get another pair. None. Another Wal-Mart. Zilch. The next, nope. But check this out, they had….Mrs. Potato Head!!!!!! ONE pair in MY size. I snatched the babies up faster than…well, I snatched them up fast.
Tra-la-la-la la-la la! I got new slippers!
I continued my little shopping trip (doing the happy dance every now and then!!) then headed up to the register, anxious to pay for my new treasures….that’s when I noticed, IT was missing. The left Mrs. Potato Head slipper was gone. Breathe. It has to be here somewhere. I re-walked my path. Nothing. Re-walked it again, looking under, over and around the racks. Nothing. I am panicking now. I NEED HELP! I asked a kind associate in the area if she had found a sole slipper lying around. No. Bless this Wal-Mart associates heart, she saw my meltdown coming on and offered to help me look and even enlisted the help of another associate. “What did it look like?”
“Pink”
“Could you be more specific?”
“Pink and purple.”
We walked the store, than again. Honest to God, I was near tears. I think that is why they were so willing to go above and beyond to help me.
“These must be very special slippers,”
“Yeah.”
“Are they for you?”
“Yeah.”
The nice (but nosey) lady then gets a beep on her Wal-Mart walkie-talkie. Seems I need to be a little more specific about what these special slippers look like. Now, I have a choice…walk away NOW and never look back or tell these nosey associates my slipper business. I chose to tell. Hmmm mmm…she clears her throat. Amused and a little pissed at the same time, she relays the details on her Wal-Mart walkie-talkie. She assures me at that point they will keep their eyes open; they will call me if they find anything, yadda, yadda. What? Are they not helping me look anymore? Isn’t that their job?? It was right about then, I hear the announcement. It was loud, very loud and very clear. “Will the (annoying) lady who lost her (left) Mrs. Potato Head slipper (and had the whole flippen store searching for it as if it were a lost child) please come to the front of the store (so everyone can see who you are and laugh at you hysterically) we have found your slipper.
Don’t judge. Please.

Hi. Damn cup.
Been awhile, again…I know. My cup continues to runneth over and ya, I’m still enjoying the flow. That’s good, right? In the last few weeks, my baby turned 24, and a week later I turned, well…a year older.
I also got to spend a few days in Ventura. Although I had a wonderful time, it was a little bittersweet. So many memories there! But…the place I called home is now occupied by a stranger. There are no papasan chairs on the patio, laughter can no longer be heard a block away and the garage is lacking chaos. Deanna, my Ventura roommate, my BFF, has since moved out of state. It was kinda heartbreaking, but I was in great company and it was so refreshing just to be there again. The only thing lacking? My camera. I know, huh? I beat myself up at first and soon realized how nice it was to just take in and enjoy my surroundings. I did however have my pee-pee cell phone camera and couldn’t resist a few shots! Go ahead…click on ‘em!

This was probably one of the best birthdays I’ve had in a long time (Especially when you compare it to the one that was forgotten a few years back….I know.) My day started with an incredibly special Happy Birthday text message sent to me at exactly 12:00 a.m. The continued love I felt throughout the day was overwhelming, I kinda felt like a Princess…Princess Heidi. My friends and family are just awesome. Holla! The celebration (of Princess Heidi) continued that weekend with a get together of friends, both old and new. When I say old, I’m so not friggin’ kidding! Some of them I have celebrated my birthday with since I was 15 years old, and now I’m, well…older. The picture to the left is at my 16th birthday, the one on the right from this birthday. There are 4 of the same people in each one, can you tell who’s who? And really…what birthday would be complete without a group signed birthday card that reads,
Te Quiero, Mamita? I also received one of thee most heartfelt and special gifts imaginable, one I will forever hold near and dear to my heart, a $5.00 gift card to McDonalds. Earlier this year, I wrote Confessions To An Angel, in honor of my aunt who passed away earlier this year. Here is a small portion of it,

It has been 48 days since my Aunt Bobbie passed away, yet the reality of it it still unfathomable. I often find myself picking up the phone to call her, or making a mental note about something I need to tell her. I miss her laugh, her words of wisdom. I miss talking to her, I miss her.
I sat with her for a few hours, alone, just before she passed away. I laughed, I cried. I told her it was o.k. to go, I threatened she better not leave me. I talked and talked and talked (as usual)…she listened, (as usual) occasionally squeezing my hand or just giving me a simple sigh, letting me know she was present in the conversation.
I don’t remember exactly what I did or didn’t say, but I know there was, and never will be enough time or words to say everything I wanted…or needed to say A few things I may…or may not have forgotten…
• I am sorry for draining your phone battery nearly every time we talked.
• I will miss my $5.00 gift certificates to McDonalds in my birthday card each year.
• Thank you for being my babysitter, my aunt and my friend.

As my friend handed me the card, he said, ‘I remember reading about your aunt and this was one of the things you were going to miss…’ I couldn’t tell you the conversation following that. I was so touched and so moved by the gesture, not only was I breathless, I was speechless….and if you know me, that’s a feat in itself! So thank you to this very special friend for remembering not only me, but my Aunt Bobbie as well! I told you my friends were awesome, I am truly blessed to have them in my life! Holla!
I have kinda always thought birthdays should last the whole month but I have yet been able to convince anyone else of that. The festivities have come and gone, the memories however will remain a lifetime! Here’s to another fun-filled year. I’m already looking forward to next year so I can once again feel like a Princess…Princess Heidi.

…on Thursday!

With my baby just turning 24, I thought this Blast From The Past would be appropriate right about now. It’s hard to believe at the tender age of 31, (give or take a few years) I could have a 27 and a 24 year old. Hard to believe these little guys are both over 6 feet tall now and no longer obsessed with boots and lipstick (sorry boys, but I have the pictures to prove it!) The hardest thing to believe? They are actually best friends now. I do believe in miracles. Without further ado…the lights of my life.
Originally posted January 30th, 2009.

I have been sorting through pictures these past few days. Remember in the olden days, when you snapped a picture and as soon as the roll of film was done you ran to the local drugstore, dropped it off and eagerly waited 10 days for it to be developed? You always ordered double prints so grandma and aunt Betsy could have some, only to find 4 pictures that were actually viewable. At first you were very diligent about keeping your treasures organized and in albums, but eventually all hell broke loose. You are now left with boxes of loose photos not having a clue who or what they are of. I decided it was time to at least organize my kids pictures and catch up on their albums but the more I go through…the worse I feel.

You both are so cute, so loving and have so much personality!

I don’t know why I would allow you to wear a necktie to kindergarten each day, then skate around the neighborhood. I must say you were quite the trend setter back then!

What was I thinking when I matched you head to toe….in not so masculine clothes,
I promise I corrected every last person that said, “she’s gorgeous”

You are my pride and joy. The three of us were always together!

But maybe it wasn’t a good idea to put you in spandex shorts
and get on with our day in our matching Batman t-shirts…

I was so proud that by your second birthday you were potty
trained and now wearing “big boy” chonies!!

Bless your heart, you tried so hard to walk in them….
I swear at the time I thought it was cute!

Madonna called…she said she wants her boots and butterfly belt buckle back.
We’ll blame your dad for this one!! Love you! (who can we blame for that carpet??)

Surprise!! We were on vacation and guess who got all gussied-up for dinner
all by himself? You were the cutest thing ever! Everybody thought…. nobody saw you….

You and your “bestie” were always so trendy….

Trying to teach you independence and responsibility, Mom sends you out for
a day of errands, unfortunately you had to do it without your super cool shades…..

….I was sporting them and my super cool 80′s suit at the beach

Yes boys, mom has her moments too!!

The pictures obviously are endearing to me, however if I were to show them to anyone….
I have many more to conquer, which I’m sure will lead to more laughs, a few tears and probably a few more posts!!! I love you boys

He’s twenty-four. My baby is 24 years old today. Not 4. Not 14. He’s 24.

I’m a little sad…but I couldn’t be prouder.
Happy Birthday babe, I love you!!!!