I was cleaning my bathroom the other day and came across a little tube of lipgloss that I had never used. It was part of a sampler pack that a friend had received in a goody bag at a party. It seemed so bright. It was an orangey red looking color, but very sheer in the tube. It was late, I wasn’t going out, I tried it on. It changed my life. For months I have been looking for a nice gloss that gave me some color on my very neutral lips and had a nice pink tint of spring.
Seven years ago today I became an official resident of Nashville. I moved into my little apartment with only a bed, a TV, a stereo, 2,000 CDs, an air mattress and a lawn chair. It was the scariest and most exciting thing I had ever done. I had no job. I knew no one. I had enough money to live for about 2 months. The first few days were exciting. The next couple of months were terrible. Then I started to make friends. I had a job that was paying the bills nicely. I went out more–which is good since my apartment was way more ghetto then I had noticed moving in and the shootings and drug busts seemed to happen in the late evening and were all cleaned up by the time I got home.
I fell madly in love, not with a person, but with my city. The place I had decided to make my home felt more like my home then any place I had ever lived. The first time I flew back to L.A. I was almost sick at the thought of leaving. I remember being at the Cleveland airport waiting for my connecting flight and the gate next to mine was a flight to Nashville and I just wanted to get on it and go home! I missed my L.A. friends and my mom terribly….but it simply wasn’t home any more.
In the past 7 years I have laughed more and cried more and learned more then in the 26 years before. I have met the most amazing people. I have made the most wonderful friends. I have stayed in touch with my L.A. friends (something I’m quite proud of!) and have even shown them the wonders of Nashville and they too, have quite a crush on this city of mine. I am still dumbstruck at the natural beauty of this area.
I love the creativity that seems to permeate the air. I love the fact that on Sundays, it feels like a very small town, it’s so quiet and slow and lovely. I love the smell right after a big thunderstorm. I love the smell of the air when you cross the state lines (the air in Tennessee is just sweeter…I don’t know why!) I love that I can eat corn nuggets at a meat and three and thai food on the same day. I love sitting in Centennial park and reading. I love seeing indie movies at the Belcourt and drinking fair trade coffee at Fido. I love knowing that macaroni and cheese is a vegetable and that sushi is great fried. I love to sit on the patio at Jackson’s and drink vodka tonics with my friends AND my dog. I love the country boys in pick-ups and the rocker boys in black. I love popsicles from Las Paletas and sweet potato fries from Bobbie’s Dairy Dip. I love that I “rescued” all three of my pets…..but I know that they actually rescued me. I love Thirsty Thursday at Greer Stadium. I love being able to hear the cannon when the Titans score a touchdown. I love hearing a song on the radio and know that the artist was at the table next to me the night before. I love being an 8 hour drive away from Chicago. I love being a half hour drive from the middle of nowhere. I love tomatoes in late July and shephard’s pie at Family Wash in late January. I love being able to walk into Corner Bar and have my drink ready for me before I sit down. I love that we now have a Sephora AND multiple places to get good fish tacos. I love pupusas at Las Americas and the accessories at Pangea. Really, the list goes on and on and on……
I can’t believe it’s been 7 years. Somedays it feels like I just got here and other days it feels like I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve had a pretty transient life, but I now know that I have found my home and that is a very re-assuring fact.
so, I was in the pool for over 3 hours yesterday–thanks JK Rowling– and as a result, I think I sunburned my lips. They just hurt a bit and are more colorful and “bee sting” looking then normal. So it’s actually a good thing.
I’m pretty sure they are more kissable then normal too…..and I have just the person in mind. *sigh*
That is all. Nothing more to see here. Move along.
Here is a collection of random things that everyone is dying to know about me–ha ha ha
my initials are HRH and I am fine with people treating me as royalty.
I love carbohydrates…..they may be my one TRUE love.
If carbs ARE NOT my one true love, then my dog Noodle is. Getting him makes me understand that I probably shouldn’t have children if for no other reason then to avoid the obsessive behavior that will accompany them.
I fear that if I don’t have children, all the weird, wacky and wonderful experiences of my life will die with me.
I like to match my underwear to my outfit.
My memory is very effected by smell.
I have very little inherent creative talent, but I like to surround myself with those who do.
Trivia is where I shine.
I once got kicked out of Denny’s for singing the Beastie Boys “Paul Revere”–the whole thing. While standing on a chair. After eating a “Moons Over My Hammy!”
I judge “fast casual” restaraunts by their ranch dressing.
I have two cats. I love them. I had to get a dog instead of another cat to avoid being “crazy cat lady,”–a peril of being single.
I love boys.
I was tasered in high school.
I carried around a snoopy MUCH later then I should have. I ended up having a small piece of his ear that I would sleep with. I lost that at the age of 22, in a Vegas hotel. Snoopy deserved better then that.
I can be a dumbass AND a smart ass–often simultaneously.
I had a job I hated for 5 years.
My boss at my old job once told someone that I “could not be saved.” It was a Christian company.
Musicians can get away with anything with me.
I don’t like to write in blue ink.
The company I currently work for often provides beer. It is NOT a “Christian” company.
I like the way boys smell…even when they are kind of dirty.
I don’t like it when my dog smells dirty, or gets wet. Good thing he likes the hair dryer.
Sometimes I wake up and am sucking my thumb.
I like to read quotes and intend to quote folks in my daily speech. Instead I usually just say stupid things….or quote lyrics or movies.
Shoes and handbags are my weaknesses, well, those and cute boys….and tonic drinks….
When I go to concerts, I like to sit in the even numbered seat.
My tongue is very short.
My second toe is longer then my big toe—which is rumored to be a sign of intelligence.
I don’t like to write in blue ink.
The first song I heard at work today was “Miss Independent” by Kelly Clarkson…and it pretty much made me able to handle anything thrown my way!
I am a Sagittarius. When asked at about 4 years old what my sign was (God love the 70s!) I said “vegetarian”–I say it was pure wit–not stupidity!
I love lip gloss and any other lip product.
I cannot tell you what my natural haircolor is as I am sure it has changed in the 16 years I’ve been coloring it.
My nicknames include; Heeter Lou, Goochybird, Guccia, Birdhead, Heathera, Steve Guchenberg, Ha Ha (pronounced “hey hey”) and Gucci….to name a few.
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem using my tongue.
I would rather freeze to death then burn to death (although I’d rather die peacefully in my sleep most of all!)