totally belongs

E.T. Dressed Up, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

I love this so much. It was a Christmas present but I finally decided where she's going. She's a she. I'm going to put her in the master bathroom where I get ready every morning with my jewelry and makeup. She totally belongs there.

shaving my legs

husky marathon, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

I've been in four different hospitals in the last 19 days. Today I'm home and definitely shaving my legs and underarms. Oh and I'm down to drinking one can of soda a day, if any.

What? I know. I'll explain later.

delicious, warm heaven

homemade chicken soup, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Our friend/neighbor made us chicken noodle soup from scratch. And even delivered it. I'm in heaven. Even though my husband and I have colds. It's still delicious, warm heaven.

as lovely as it is

Antique Dress Form, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Today I went on a photography tour at the Rosson house with my friend, Jeff. It was a fun opportunity because they don't let you take photos normally.

My husband and I toured the Victorian house the summer before we got married. We wanted to get married there but as lovely as it is, there's a lot of red tape. It was pricey, there were lots of rules, and they really limit how many people can be in the house for the ceremony-- as in the wedding party and our families would be too many people. Aside from that they were also booked that day for a zombie walk. It all worked out though. We got some pretty pictures of us in front of the house and even with some Ghostbusters and the ECTO1.

my childhood home

water damage at my parents house, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

January has been so weird.

We had some very unusual weather in the Arizona valley. For about a week it was colder here than where my husband is originally from in New York.

The cold weather broke our heater and also froze and burst a pipe in my parents attic. While our heater was super easy to repair, my parents house is another story.

The water damage caused the ceilings in the kitchen, dining room, and two bathrooms to cave in. The carpeting throughout the entire house was soaked.

I grew up in that house. In fact-- I lived there for 28 years. I went there the other day and it was completely gutted. It was a strange feeling. It was very cold inside. The floors were bare down to the cement but curtains still hung on windows. It seemed smaller. We spoke in echoes that I never heard before because I never once saw it empty. The house is three years older than me and my parents are the original owners.

Thankfully, the insurance company is taking care of everything but sadly, a lot of stuff was ruined. I know that in the end, the house will be lovely, but not the same. My mom actually gave me a rocking chair that she and my father received as a wedding present in 1968.

We took it last month when my husband and I were moving into our second home as a married couple. I felt bad taking it because I know how much she loves that chair. She used it to rock the three of us girls as babies and her offer to take it was very out of the blue. For over a month, I still felt funny taking the chair. I would pass it in the living room, loving the look of it but still feeling like it wasn't mine or I should have insisted that my mother keep it. When I saw first hand the damage at my childhood home, I was finally happy I accepted the chair. My mother kept in the kitchen for the last decade or so and it surely would have been ruined.

being new in a small town

humming bird feeder, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Finally unpacked/hung our hummingbird feeder this weekend which was perfect timing for feeding the birds for Tu B'Shevat.

Found a hip Temple and went Friday night. It's kind of far away, but we'll see. Our neighbor friend is converting and invited us along. I still haven't checked out the local Catholic church. I'm lazy and small towns scare me. Well I guess I should rephrase that to, being new in a small town scares me.

another ten years

jason and Bowie, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

I'm not sure how she did this, but she did. There's no mistake that she is our child-- she's a hairy spaz.

I can't sleep. My entire face and head are congested. I refuse to take anything to clear it up for fear of inadvertently drying up my cervical mucous too. I started having allergies right around the time we started trying to make a baby (over a year ago but who else is counting besides me). I was going through allergy medicine regularly until browsing a common infertility FAQ. So now I suffer. My precious mucous. I felt guilty and stupid but not for long since it wasn't ever the culprit anyway.

Who blogs about cervical mucous? Who blogs about their OWN at least? Jason and I celebrated our first decade together. We met when we were twenty and in a couple days, Jason will turn thirty. My turn isn't until summer. But if you told me at 20 that I'd be blogging about my mucous by 30, I would have said, "You've got the wrong Heather. That's gross. I'm not a mom."

I stopped dying and pulling my gray hair out so my husband won't feel so bad about his. I wonder what my priority at 40 will be. I hope not still mucous. I'll laugh at myself in another ten years but I really feel so old. I'm sure there's more to it. I bet I wouldn't feel so old if I was healthier. And it would probably help if everyone I know didn't just have a baby and my entire newsfeed is just adorable babies all the time.