This New Year’s Eve my attentions were consumed with my sick kitty, unfortunately.  Of course, I read something online that sent me into something that would parallel a panic attack.  Besides that I always get extremely attached to my pets, Oliver is also my first cat and there’s so much to learn.  Or, at least it feels like it, so it was a semi-stressful end to the year.

After determining that he was not in any pain, even with blood in his urine, he and I spent the start of the evening watching Discovery Channel’s Moonshiners (funny, as a friend and I were recently laughing about it).  Turns out it was a marathon and quite addicting.  (I think this rivals the response of watching Housewives for some.)  So addicting that my friend who stopped by to spend the evening with me watched it, and then one of my roommates and her bf also watched it, until 15 mins before the ball dropped.  Weird, uh? This is certainly not how I planned to bring in the new year, but add a little sangria and Trader Joe’s tiramisu and it was a nice, cozy way to spend the last hours of 2011 at home, and bring in 2012.


About Heather.B

I'm a thirty-something (how did I get so old?!) esthetician (Jan 2009), soon-to-add holistic services (Jan 2013), and then onto business school with a few more endeavors in the works. Stayed tuned though as this changes often. I call it "what-to-be-when-I'm-a-grown-up ADD" - but here's a great quote of encouragement if you're similar in nature: “The experience of centering was one I particularly sought because I thought of myself as dispersed, interested in too many things. I envied people who were ‘single-minded,’ who had one powerful talent and who knew when they got up in the morning what it was they had to do. Whereas I, wherever I turned, felt the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air; to the door for the passing figures; to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone. Wherever I looked I could have lived. It took me half my life to come to believe I was okay even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering.” – [from Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person by Mary Caroline Richards] I'm a lover of animals (especially my bird and cat), my niece and nephew (and #3 on HER way), and plants; an avid crochet-er (and other crafty things), amateur photographer, baker extraordinaire, dreamer of travels far away (camping and road trips settle me for now), searcher of different music, and beloved daughter of The King. Add in a penchant for being taught new things, and you've got a good idea of what you're dealing with here. I, also, have an endocrine disorder (PCOS) that causes me to have a low carb diet and an insatiable appetite for holistic health (along with a big butt) - I console myself with the reminder that there are worse things, like being eaten by an alligator. Lastly, I've found I get bored easily and procrastinate like it's my job. So who knows how steadily I'll contribute to this. Welcome! If you choose to read this, I've warned you fairly ;), and I really hope you enjoy the variety of my life. Please send me a note and let me know about you!

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