My Brand of Crazy

The lovely and dark Ms. N came to visit me over the weekend. We had a great time talking. Originally her visit was going to be a camp out (I haven't been camping in Texas yet) but I had a mysterious ankle pain that would have made a trip into the wild unpleasant. As an alternative activity I tentatively suggested the Indian cinema in Irving. Been dying to get out there for some Bollywood but could never find somebody crazy enough to go with me. N. is great at being accomodating and so she and I sat in a darkened Bollywood movie theater watching song and dance in Hindi for four hours. Here is a pic of me and my Indian movie star boyfriend Shahrukh Khan.



Also on Heider's list of must-see Dallas attractions was Central Market.
We bought italian soda in Blood Orange and Pomegranate, challah, french cheese, and Truffle Pig chocolate truffles. Thankfully, N. was appropriately impressed.
We packed our delectable finds and went for a N.'s birthday picnic at White Rock Lake. There would have been birthday cupcakes from Sprinkles but we ate them all the day before.


Sushi works just as well.

"You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve." - Jane Austen

My beloved sister has returned from her LDS mission in Taiwan. I am overjoyed at the prospect of her visiting me in Dallas next week. As a good sister ought, I wrote to her faithfully and so we should need very little time re-acquainting ourselves. As an homage to her visit and a recap of hilarious tidbits, I plan to include a list of the best sentences she penned during her time in Asia.

Quotes from Holly's letters to her sister Heiderhead -

"Shih asked me to be her boyfriend today because things just aren't working out with the District Leader; I wonder why."

"This is my conclusion, or perhaps thesis: it is because of the pure love of Christ that we have faith, diligence, passion (that is a Holly-Christlike Attribute, not in preach my gospel), courage, obedience, etc."

[In response to her companion's reaction to the arrival of a very long letter from a rougish boy friend]"Anyway, I'm sure it gives him great delight to cause drama 7000 miles away."

"President Hsu for some reason unknown to me has Church-approved kareoke cds. How cool is that? I want that to be my next calling in the church."

"My companion is teaching me Mo li hua, a famous Chinese folk song. I have great urges to dance to it."

"How is Eve doing on her dieting? She never writes me back. Does she still have mold growing in her sinuses. Sometimes I think I have a brain tumor."

"Every girl needs an older brother to buy saucy shoes for them. It is so much better than a boyfriend because you won't break up and then have this memory of them haunting your shoes."

"For everything there is a season and a time under the heaven... and a time to dance..." Sometimes there is time to not be amazing. That is most of the time, so that when we are amazing we can realize it."

Absolution

I don't even know if absolution is a word. But that's beside the point. This post is, of course, about how I've been a slacker blogger and must be absolved of any guilt that I felt over going three months between posts (minimal) and how much I like hip hop (alot).
So, yes, haven't been blogging. But I have other things to feel guilty about. Serious things. Actually, I feel the need to air my dirt laundry here in this public forum.

Current Sins for which Heiderhead needs to be Absolved:
1. Forgetting my favorite bro-in-law's birthday. He's modest and didn't mention it. AND graciously answered my week late birthday felicitations(another made up word?)phone call.
2. Eating far too many cashews.
3. Secretly thinking I am a much better driver than most of Texas.
4. Avoiding recent social gatherings that would be optimal for networking necessary for facilitation of dating and friendships.
5. Imagining how great it would feel to VIOLENTLY put my Micheal Scott-esque supervisor in his place.
6. Being lustful.
7. Buying more shoes.
8. Preoccupying myself with shallow endeavors like watching the Bachelor on the internet and listening to hip hop.

Hip hop! I am addicted to hip hop. I don't know why. Perhaps becacuse I grew up in Utah, clearly not the most diverse of environs. I never consistently listened to it before moving and so now I am making up for the absence. Whatever. It makes sense that I would like it. It's dancy music and I am a dancy person. Just the way I roll.

THE DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY

See this movie. It's based on the memoirs of Jean-Dominique Bauby, a french journalist and former editor of french Elle who suffers a debilitating stroke but goes on to write about his experience by learning to communicate with only his left eye. For a proper review you can go here.
The cinematography, the story, and the acting were all wondrous. But be prepared to crave a croissant after. Oh and why do foreign films have all the genuine looking actors and we have to put up with Julia Roberts in film after film?

List of my Current Obsessions

1. Checking craigslist for apartments that I've no intention of renting.
2. Checking craigslist for shabby chic furniture.
3. Craigslist.
4. Making sure all the blinds in my room are either angled up or angled down.
5. Keeping my nails filed.
6. Puffs tissues.
7. Stretching after each workout.
8. 'Superstar' by Lupe Fiasco.
9. Green beans - delicious.
10. Looking for plane tix to places I can't afford to go.

Too bad I can't be obsessed with 'scripture study' or 'putting money in savings'. So that's that. In other news Pamchenko confessed she had no idea what my blog was called - and could I email her the name of it? Which proves that my mother doesn't read my blog, so get ready for some scandalous posts about my fabulous Dallas nightlife......and some sweary-ness.........and...........a tattoo perhaps?

Y-M-C-Heeeeeey Baby!

I used to workout at Gold's Gym in Utah. The reason I chose Gold's becomes an increasing mystery to me. Before my mission they tried to scam me out of around 90 bucks and then finagled me into sitting on the phone for over three hours to sort it out. Because I'm a sucker I turned around and bought another membership after my mission. I was seduced by all of their classes that fit into my kickboxing fantasies.
Now I work out at the YMCA. There is no YMCA in Utah. Why is that? It seems that the mormon community would embrace the tenets of the YMCA. Christian brotherhood, family fitness etc., and we pray and "thank the Good Lord for our bodies" after every class.
It has been quite the adjustment going from classes where the conversations were about "like, how many calories have you burned in this class before?" to "girl, I be workin' hard in this class, got Satan all up on my back."
Figure 1

Figure 2

Pretty Poison

For reasons unbeknownst to me I cannae find this song on itunes. So it must suffice to post the video. I heard it on the freeway the other day and I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF. Had to do a little car dancy.