The Brattychick

"What's all this?" -George Banks from Mary Poppins I don't know why but this quote cracks me the freak up. You probably don't feel the same way, but since when has my blog been about you? Unless you are, like, anybody I know. In any case, I've decided to incorporate this phrase into my vocab. If you care to listen to a blast from your childhood:

Finish moving my blog from Myspace to here. Blog 157 times Lose weight Get out of debt Do 365 things that make me happy by the end of the year. Rules: Said thing must last at least 15 minutes and TV shows and video games don't count. Work on my degree. Improve my marriage and family by doing specific things. Get the house cleaned up to my satisfaction and not anyone else's stupid-over-the-top yuppie standard. Improve spirituality. Ask for help 12 times. And just for giggles, my resolutions and results from last year: Blog every day. Not even close. I screwed this one up the second week. Get skinnier. Gained 10 pounds. Get the f-ing house clean. The house is much cleaner, but still not clean enough. Start taking classes again after a year hiatus. This sort of happened, but the issue that took place wasn't my fault, so I am giving myself credit for this one. Perform in some capacity each month. Nein. Cut back on eating meat and cheese. Cheese is delicious . Do things that ma...

I have now been tagged thrice ( Jennifer , Jeramie , Kelly) for this little exercise, so I suppose it's time to do it. I'm struggling to think of things that I haven't already written about, especially since I did something similar to this a while back, but here goes. I usually care more for people than they do for me. This is hard to swallow. I would probably be a lot more devastated if you died then you would be if the tables were turned. So you can rest assured that when you think no one cares, that I love you to pieces. Part of it has to do with... ...the fact that I have an incredible memory. I remember a lot more than most people do about each relationship, no matter how insignificant it was. Ask me what I remember about you. You'll be surprised. Sometimes I can even remember conversations verbatim. I am very candid and forthright. I do have some things that are secrets from most people, but I have told all of my secrets to at least one person. Just not the sam...

Nikki: This traffic is ridiculous. I think we should relocate the office to [my mom's] house. Heidi: I'm not coming unless there are tortilla chips. Nikki: Heidi's so fickle, but all it takes is tortilla chips. Dad: Yup. Give her chips and salsa and she'll follow you anywhere.

This is Dexter reading our Control Tower, which lists our daily events. "Good Morning! Today is Tuesday, January 20. We'll watch the inauguration of our first African American President today. Hooray! This is history in the making. You will remember this day for the rest of your lives! Burgers for dinner."

"Fools aren't born, Pongo, pretty girls make them in their spare time." -Roger 101 Dalmations

1:49 AM Heidi: Wait, are you going to bed? Jamie : Yeah. Heidi: quitter.

My church has an informal basketball team. A friend asked me to come to practice and somehow I forgot how much I hate sports. Nothing strikes The Fear into me like team sports. A lot of it has to do with gym class. The competitive boys in gym class were horrible and ruined sports for me. They would scream at you any time you made a mistake. The worst was Brooks Hunt. I don't know what was wrong with that kid, but he was purely hateful. He couldn't stand to lose, and would have a screaming tantrum any time a girl didn't execute something according to his standard. I can't take the screaming for something I didn't even mean to do. Ms. Ronemus was our elementary school P.E. teacher and Brooks lived in her back pocket. I don't ever remember him getting reprimanded for his constant loud verbal abuse. Somehow that boy ended up in my gym class almost every year of my life from 4th grade on. Usually when he did his screaming I would completely ignore him, even though i...

I've just had a sad epiphany. All of my children are boys. Judging from my brothers and my husband, what that means is that after years of loving them above all else and devoting every minute of the day to their care and happiness, they will grow up and I will hardly ever hear from them again. So why am I doing this? Go call your mother.

"For a second her face was a hat. HATFACE! What a hatface weirdo!"

Heidi: Cheese is delicious. Thomas : I know. Don't you wish your whole body was made of cheese? Heidi: No. Because then I would, like, eat my hand. Thomas: I know! It would be great! Heidi: No it wouldn't! I need that thing. Thomas: Oh, cheese grows back!

Dear MySpace, I am breaking up with your blogging feature. I hope this isn’t a shock. I’ve given you warning . Your code is a mess and I always have to clean it up. I can’t find anything. When I am trying to find all my favorite Dexter Says I have to search through page by page! I mean you don’t even have a search box. I’ve moving somewhere more organized and better looking. With a search box, even. Love, Heidi Follow me: thebrattychick.blogspot.com You'll have to copy paste that because myspace is a piece of poopooing and won't let me link to outside sites. Subscription link is on the upper right hand side.

Top 10 Important Things (Good, Bad and Ugly): Increased spirituality as a person and as a family. A close second is that my relationship with my Dad became much stronger than it ever was, an unexpected benefit of lots of working and lunching together. Worst episode of depression ever ...gained 10 pounds, horrible wisdom teeth extraction (see below), broken washer. Still struggling. All three boys are making huge strides in areas that are hard for them, and were all placed with excellent teachers. Cole and Miles started new schools. I am the Parent Of A Middle-Schooler. I learned to like animals. Jamie said we can get a dog if the house gets cleaned, so the house is cleaner. 10 year anniversary . The "State of Our Union" improved. Halloween at Disney. Thomas left for college and never spoke to me again. David made the cut at DePaul's Acting Conservatory , seems happier....and brought us Melanie !!! Who I love. America pleasantly surprised me. Minorities and women ca...