Sister Waddington

Some friends of mine and I went to do baptisms at the temple while I was home for Christmas. It was a great experience as always and we had a funny thing happen to us on the way home. I needed to return the card of the relative I had done the baptism for to my Grandma and headed toward north hill. My friend needed to stop by Beehive book store to find a book and so we stopped. As we checked out at the front counter, the cashier asked if we were sister missionaries and we just turned to each other and laughed as we realized what we looked like. We had just done baptisms and so we had undone hair, no make-up and were wearing skirts on a Tues.....yeah we looked like sister missionaries. When we arrived to my Grandma's house we couldn't help but pull out the camera and try and see if we could capture our look...it worked too well. hmmm....maybe this picture is telling me something. If I was technically savvy I would pull up one of those survey things Becca always does and see who thinks i should go on a mission. Of course knowing my family it wouldn't be much of a contest.

Proof That I Can't Sing!

My nieces and nephews don't like it when I sing. You may say, Heather that's not true of course they love to hear you sing, but I have many examples that proof that they don't. This past spring I would take each of the Hatley children out on "dates." It was their special time and we could do whatever. When I would take Jess out on her dates we would be driving and I would turn on the radio and start singing along. I glanced in my review mirror to see how she was doing and she had her fingers plugging her ears! I would stop singing and the fingers would come out and then I would start up again and she would continue to plug her ears. I kid you not this actually happened! At the same time I was working for Michelle and as I would run errands for her I would bring along Kaden. The radio was usually tuned to some gansta music and there is this one song that was played a lot. The chorus of the song says...Shorty got low, low, low, low. Whenever this song came on I would sing along and Kaden is apparently a lot more forward than Jess because he would yell... No Shorty, no, no, no! Translation of that is "stop singing yoyo." The third example of my inability to sing is just the other day when I was playing with my nephew Calvin. I wanted a picture of him smiling and so Becca recommended that I sing the ABC song to him, and then he'll smile for sure and you can take the pic. I have my phone centered on him ready to take the pic and I am singing away and the very second I see some movement around him mouth I snap the pic. As I looked closer at the pic I had taken I realized he wasn't smiling at all and when I looked up at the real Calvin he had large amounts of spit up coming out. I happened to actually catch him as the first bits of spit up were coming out. So to sum up the evidence of my claim I will remind you that the most honest and lovable people in my life have plugged their ears, shouted at me to stop singings, and then literally vomited when they heard me try and serenade them. I rest my case.

Slow Walker

I knew I was a slow walker, but I guess I didn't realize how slow I really am. Whenever I walk with Paul I have to jog to keep up, but that is the case with most people that walk with Paul. The other day it dawned on me just how slow I walk when I was going from class to class and there was a girl that was passing me on my left and she had a walking cast...she broke her foot yet still walks faster than I do...sheeesh.

Eisley

My new roommate's name is Heather. Oddly enough we also live in a housing complex named Heather Heights. I decided that it would be less confusing for our apartment if I went by a different name. I don't have a middle name so it was up to me to choose a new name. Eisley is the name of a band I really like and the name is also attractive and so I decided to take it on as a nickname that everyone in my ward will call me and even some people at work who have decided to call me Eisley instead of Heather. When I hear people call me Eisley it's like I am a different person....it's a weird sensation. Along with the new name comes a new person. I've decided that Eisley is a pre-med student and is awesome at tennis...haha ok ok I'll still be a poli sci major that only rocks at wii tennis.

My roommates were not happy with each other and both were threatening to move out. There was a lot of emotions and I was in the middle. I didn't take a side because I would be moving out soon, but I agree more with Suzanne. During the fighting period that lasted about a week I went to Suzanne's work to drop her off some candy to help her get through her 12 hour night shift at the hospital. She works as a CNA in the labor and delivery area where they keep the sick babies. To get to this part of the hospital you have to go up an elevator and then you step out into a hallway and from there you must be buzzed in by a secretary on the other side of the door. Suzanne came out to chat and ended up spending a good 20 min. venting to me about the roommate situation. Suzanne can get very passionate and animated and I was trying to be the peace keeper and at the same time validate her feelings. The next day she told me that there are several video cameras in the hallway where we were talking and all her coworkers were watching the video camera- which is there to see who needs buzzed in- and they saw us apparently fighting. They thought Suzanne was going to punch me or something and they were debating whether or not to come break it up. HA! She told them when she came back that she wasn't mad at me at all and that it was a different roommate that she was upset with. Being caught on camera is funny and even more funny if misinterpreted.

The other day I was over at Brandecca’s holding Calvin and all that and I was telling them about how I have to do my first take home exam later that day and how we weren’t even supposed to have the test cuz the teacher said he didn’t think we needed to take it. Becca chimmed in and jokingly said, “And then you spoke up and was like no please teacher give us the test.” I looked at both of them and was like I know you’re just joking but actually that’s not too far from the truth. They looked at me like I was crazy and started to freak out and say things like they were embarrassed to be related to me and other things and then I stopped them and said that it’s not as bad as it sounds and they should let me explain. What happened is that the teacher was contemplating not giving us the exam and everyone was like yeah no test but then the teacher who I really want to like me cuz he has control of my grade and cuz I think he’s adorable turned to me and said,”Heather, what do you think” I panicked and I verbally vomited….”well, if it will help me on future exams I’d appreciate it.” He was like you’re right we’ll still have the test but it will be a treat for you guys cuz it’s so easy. I turned around to see all 6 of my fellow class mates staring at me with their jaws dropped giving me this look that screamed…did you really just make it so we have to take the test?!?! I mouthed I’m sorry to them and they didn’t beat me up after class or anything. Sometimes having tests can prepare you for the final and hopefully I scored brownie points with my professor. After I explained all this to Brandecca I expected them to say oh that makes more sense but they said….Nope it’s just as bad as we thought it was and continued to tease me for me such a ridicules suck up.

I can't believe all the abuse from everyone trying to get me to blog more! Here you go...I've been trying to go and donate plasma for the longest time due to the encouragement of friends and the lure of 60 bucks a week. Something always seems to go wrong. One time I didn't have my SS card, then my tendent was covering my vain, and this last time they found out I had an endoscopy 5 1/2 months ago and you need a 6 months grace period before you donate in case you have internal bleeding. I'm guessing next time my vain will just collapse or something horrible that will finally make me give up. I don't understand why this isn't working out for me...it's not like I'm trying to take some dangerous experimental drug or something crazy like that...wink, wink, I just want them to take my plasma and sell it to the highest bidder, dangit!