Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Music in the Mail

I have the bestiest best bestie that ever bested. I got the cutest and most rockawesome music care package in the mail. It has the coolest note card with it, two awesome CD's and a wallet masquarading as a mix tape! I seriously have not stopped listening to the "Folkstravaganza!-A Mix of Unequaled Awesomeness." It's on constant play on my way to work and on my way to sleep. It has all kinds of folk awesomeness (er...hence the name). #7 "White Blank Page" by Mumford & Sons has seriously stolen my heart.*

As has the gorgeous and sexy and lovely Jamie.** Seriously, she is the best. Also, Jamie, start your blog NOW! Cause all my 1 reader will totally read your blog too. ;)

*I wish I were web savy enough to be able to embed a music player thingy that way I could share it with you!

**And seriously, Jamie is so freakin' awesome. Like, for reals.

~HM~

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Ticket to Ride

I have quite the silly obsession with London. I'm sure it partly comes from my sisters. Melanie was totally obsessed with the Spice Girls and all things London when she was in high school. I remember her staying up late watching this ridiculous British comedy on PBS (the name escapes me). She eventually got to go on a trip after her senior year of high school. And I remember my other sister Angelica watching the Monty Python show. I remember not quite getting what was funny about it. (Thankfully, due to such early influences, I have quite the eclectic tastes and enjoyment of British humor). And of course these tastes can all be traced back to our lovely mother. She likes to remind me that she liked the British boys long before I.

(Side note: I think I did her proud that one summer I brought home the British Soccer/Football player, hot damn, he was lovely!...a nostalgic post for another day...le sigh... :)

Anywho, yes, I'd absolutely love, love, love, to visit London. My good friend Jamie and I keep planning on going. Sadly, work and school have gotten in the way. Oh yeah, and that thing called money. Blast! But one day, hopefully soon, we'll make it there. We have this idea that the minute we set foot in the UK all of our dreams will come true or something. Silly, I know. But really, we'd just love to go and experience all it has to offer.

We came up with a list a while back of all the things we wanted to do. Here's what I can remember:

1) Audition for the West End Sam Mendes/Kevin Spacey Theatre Company
2) Bump into Daniel Radcliff
3) Watch a football game
4) Go on a Banksy Street Art Hunt
5) Take pictures on Abbey Road
6) Go to a pub and eat some fish n' chips
7) Eat some beans on toast
8) Have a themed pub party called "We Love the Word Rubbish-An American Tour of London Summer 20-- Trip of Rock Awesomeness.

So, if you've been to London and I'm leaving something major off the list, please let me know.

~HM~


Wednesday, January 20, 2010

(A re-blog from my Myspace)

January 15, 2008

Change

I’m finally getting to the point in my life where I feel like an adult. And not in an "old crotchety, dang I have to pay the bills way" although I do sometimes feel like that. Yesterday was a day when I felt like I could make a difference. That I'm not just in the world, but that I can change it. Ever since 3rd grade that was my goal. To change the world. It all started because of an Earth Day project and I was appalled by pollution. It then became my life goal to clean up the Earth. Since then that thought has evolved into cleaning up the earth in every sense of the word. Clean up the pollution, the hatred, the stupidity, and the ignorance.

Yesterday I had the privilege to substitute teach for a 1st grade class. When I came into the class the kids were at lunch. After recess I brought them in and had them sit on the carpet. I introduced myself and immediately got a welcoming cheer because I would be their sub for the rest of the day.

Our first lesson together was to learn about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Which first entailed having them chant his name so they could get it right. Despite my efforts many of them were still saying "Muther King Jr." Before I started to read the book on his life, I asked the class if any of them had heard of him before. Some of them said yes. When I asked what he did and why we were learning about him one little girl said, "He got shot." And that was pretty much the extent of their knowledge.

So I as I began to read the book, it dawned on me that this was probably the first time these kids have ever heard about what this great man did. What he stood for. This was probably the first time that some of them have ever heard that a man believed in peace instead of war. (And God knows these kids have heard the word war more times than the word peace in their young lives).

This was the first time that they ever heard of the name and woman Rosa Parks. And that she was arrested for not giving up her seat (After some clarification that she did not in fact arrest the white man because he wanted her seat.) That this is the first time they have ever heard the word segregation. That this is the first time they have ever heard "I have a dream that one day, in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers." When I got to the part where it said Dr. King was shot, it was so silent.

How amazing and powerful a lesson that was.

Later in the day I had duty on the field. I saw one of my favorite students. I subbed for him when he was in first grade and again this year for second. He's a bit of an outcast amongst his peers. He's a little chubby and wears glasses and just can't find a connection with the kids his age. I saw him trying to join in on some games and predictably the kids would repeatedly run away from him.

Finally when he was in ear shot I said hello and asked how his day was going. We started talking. I told him I really liked his Star Wars shirt. He then told me all about it. That he got it for Christmas and that it glows in the dark. We then discussed our favorite Star Wars characters and I teased him about liking Count Dooku because he was a bad guy. This made him laugh and then he said he also likes good guys like Anakin Skywalker. As we were talking I was walking around the field making sure the other kids weren't killing eachother. As we walked he put his hand on the crook of my elbow. And we walked and talked. Finally the bell rang and he went back to his class.

It breaks my heart that this young boy has to grow up in a world were kids are unkind just because they can be. It breaks my heart that all he wants is for someone to acknoledge him and let him know that what he says has importance. That he has something to say worth saying. I hope that my small kindness, our small chat lets him know that he matters. That he belongs in this world.

After I subbed I then went to my second job at Starbucks. One of the girls I work with came in with her little girl who is I think less than a year old. She is probably the happiest less than one year old child I have ever met. She looks at you with these joyous eyes just waiting for you to smile at her so that she can smile back at you. Its really the neatest thing. She also just learning to point at things and that this gesture will get her things.

So as I was standing at the espresso bar her mom was holding her. She was pointing at all the steamed milk and cups. I had an idea. I got a piece of ice and held it up to her hands. She tentively touched the ice with her small fingertips. Immediately she looked at me with such surprise and wonder. Her little mouth made a little 'o' shape. She continued to touch the ice and kept looking at her mom and me with that same little expression. Slowly the ice melted and she looked at me like "Well, that was unexpected."

Yesterday made me realize how much I want to be a mom. How much I want to change this world. To raise my children to be kind. To teach them that this world is surprising and yes, many times dissappointing, but that they have the opportunity to make it a better place.

Maybe my 3rd grade dream to change the world is starting to take shape.

Oh and as it happens I was subbing at the very school where I had that first thought.

Peace. Love. Evolve.

~HM~

Monday, December 7, 2009

InZombia

Seriously, this insomnia thing is quite ridiculous.

Actually it's really past the point of ridiculous. I think it really is just a part of my natural sleep/life cycle and maybe I should just learn to love and accept it, you know? The only part that has me thinking that I really should get it checked out again (for the 3rd time) is that long term insomnia really isn't that great for your health. I have this li'l sleep book and a Science News mag from the library all about sleep and I really should make an effort and follow some of their suggestions on treating insomnia. I need to stop sitting up with my computer to the last drop of night before bed. I need to give myself a chance to wind down before hitting the sheets. I really need to make that sleepy time iPod mix so that I can stop listening to Bad Romance and getting all pumped up and ready to go dancin'. I need to incorporate lovely yoga back into my life. I should go to the gym after work to burn some energy before coming home and zoning out in from of the TV for 4 hours. I should take a page from my Mom and read a book before bed and lull myself to sleep. I should. I should. I should. But do I? Obviously not.

But I'm determined to try and start all this good stuff. It's almost a new year, might as well end 2009 on a good note of "A" for affort. :) Yup.

On the plus side of my insomnia, I do get this ridiculous burst of energy and feel like I can conquer the world. I'm such a hot mess to be around with my caffeine like giddiness for life. I have all these grand ideas for screenplays and magazine interviews I'll one day give. I get very optimistic for life and the future of humankind. I actually give a damn about the life I have to live ahead. I start to think that if we actually are all doomed to continue on the decline of human progress, and that if we truly have reached the precipice for human achievement then at least I'll give it my all and have a great time laughing and living with friends and family. And I think then maybe it was all worth it.

So yeah, insomnia. My friend and foe. Like I've said before, it really is fun and cute and productive for the first 2 or 3 nights, but by the 4th day I turn into ZombieHeather and eat brains. I mean, I pretty much just stare off into the distance and space out and get chills and say weird things that pop into my head that make me sound drunk and then I take some benadryl and pass out madstyle. Then the next day I wake up and go back to my "normal" sleep hours of most humans between 6-8 hours a night. And about 3 weeks later it starts all over again.

The one really sad/kinda funny thing about this whole insomnia thing is that now when ever a friend, family member or coworker has sleep trouble they always think of me! I always tell them to text me cause I know what it's like to be wide awake in bed and kinda wishing you had someone to chat with. Fortunately I have a good buddy who is almost always game for a few random texts at 2am. Every body needs an insomnia, middle of the night text buddy. Yup.

So, yet again, I've blogged about insomnia. Lame. I originally came here to tell you all about my weekend with the lovely Jami. We have one more day of awesome hanging out left, so I'll be sure to post some photos and words about the adventures we've had.

Peace and applesauce.

~HM~

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Home

Don't you just love Fall? It is absolutely one of my favorite times of the year. It's an ending and a beginning. An ending to the passing year and a look ahead to a whole new one with "no mistakes in it, yet." Happy November!

~HM~

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

You’re my favorite song

I wanna sing it again
You’re my favorite song
Sing it to you

Stuck in my head
Replaying again
I don’t mind

Stuck in my heart
Managed to start
It’s alright

Cause you
Are my favorite song

-"Favorite Song"-KaiserCartel

How lovely that feeling must be.

~HM~

Saturday, September 26, 2009




I'm with the banned.

Now as always in our history, reading is among our greatest freedoms. The freedom to read and write is almost the only means for making generally available ideas or manners of expression that can initially command only a small audience. The written word is the natural medium for the new idea and the untried voice from which come the original contributions to social growth.

-The ALA Freedom to Read Statement

Here are some pic's from the display I set up at the library.

~HM~