tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post4812381694267752167..comments2024-03-08T00:23:07.688-08:00Comments on HICK CHIC: The Quiet DayHeidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-74838861820732680762009-02-16T12:17:00.000-08:002009-02-16T12:17:00.000-08:00I'm late. But appreciative. I woke up this morning...I'm late. But appreciative. I woke up this morning with a cockney accent. I edited in my head before it came out of my mouth, but there it was.<BR/>My dreams were with Dickens last night. Nancy didn't die, she kicked Jim's butt instead.mugwumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319060800328355056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-91966360702060207212009-02-12T20:42:00.000-08:002009-02-12T20:42:00.000-08:00Marsh, you are right. I need a lot of sleep, and ...Marsh, you are right. I need a lot of sleep, and ironically I'm not very good at sleeping. You'd think practice would improve it eh?<BR/><BR/>But you have just reminded me... I guess I have been working triple shifts lately. Although we all had a good laugh that I'm up on a 10 ft ladder, totally cool, but going to the grocery store sets me into panic mode. Yep, that's me. No wonder I'm tired.<BR/><BR/>And thank you for the compliment. Appreciate it!Heidi the Hickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-13706398207831154372009-02-12T19:58:00.000-08:002009-02-12T19:58:00.000-08:00This is an awesome post.I loved that dream. You ar...This is an awesome post.I loved that dream. You are an amazing writer! <BR/><BR/>Someone else said it but it begs repeating. You do a lot! I couldn't get over the pictures of you painting the studio. There are a lot of gals that wouldn't even get up on a ladder! When you sleep it's because you need to. That body of yours just says "Hey, girl, I need to rest." You have to listen!marsh to the forehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11077038843846480659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-14000568194074391012009-02-12T13:49:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:49:00.000-08:00Ah, but this whole thing was mild compared to what...Ah, but this whole thing was mild compared to what I usually dream. I've developed a habit of remembering everything because it's just sooo nutty. It either makes me laugh or scares me.<BR/><BR/>Kerri, you nailed it: it's the believing that's hard. Also, reminding ourselves to look at what we have gotten done, and that it's kids and family general life happiness that matters. <BR/><BR/>Well I'm just glad we're all having this little discussion...Heidi the Hickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-61250978043453706332009-02-12T13:36:00.001-08:002009-02-12T13:36:00.001-08:00Guilt? Being a mom, not working, dreams of writing...Guilt? Being a mom, not working, dreams of writing all induce it in me. I think everyone around you would say how hard you work, how much you love and don't need to feel guilty; it's the believing that's hard. You're doing your part. Look at how awesome your kids are and how much in love you both are. That says more than a brimming bank account.<BR/><BR/>I can't believe how much you remember from your dreams. I only remember my nightmares.Kerrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13123599839884840143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-57613660240457408222009-02-12T13:36:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:36:00.000-08:00Bridget you are my cheerleader and rock!right back...Bridget you are my cheerleader and rock!<BR/><BR/>right back at ya, babe.Heidi the Hickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-86026585664511162242009-02-12T12:07:00.000-08:002009-02-12T12:07:00.000-08:00You have more than one 'real' job! Seriously! You ...You have more than one 'real' job! Seriously! You do so much! Who wahses the clothes? Makes the meals? Who walks the dog, feeds the cat and supervises homework? <BR/> Not enough 'real' jobs? <BR/> I know what you mean about bringing money into the house, I totally get that. You are Jethro's cheerleader and rock. He would not be able to do what he does without you. <BR/> Think about that:)<BR/> Hugs xxBiddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-29441697449278043282009-02-12T11:37:00.000-08:002009-02-12T11:37:00.000-08:00Sue... thank you, thank you, thank you. And uh, d...Sue... thank you, thank you, thank you. <BR/><BR/>And uh, don't feel bad... I've had dreams like that too. better than to work it out in real life!<BR/><BR/>Nigel is a little bobble-headed too. But he still jumps up onto the table. <BR/><BR/>Patches- TWENTY SEVEN!!! Wow! <BR/><BR/>Heidi, y'know, this conversation could go on forever, but all I can say is...yes, yes, yes and yes. All of the above.Heidi the Hickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-17416553599687766372009-02-12T10:08:00.000-08:002009-02-12T10:08:00.000-08:00Great post!!The dream part.. hilarious!! I wake u...Great post!!<BR/><BR/>The dream part.. hilarious!! I wake up exhausted too, a lot! And I think dreams are where I work out all my anger. I am so controlled and mild-mannered during the day... it's gotta escape somehow, right? <BR/><BR/>The rest of it - the sleeping, the feeling guilty... I totally relate to that too. Lately, especially, what with not writing or querying hardly at all, I think, "What in the world am I doing to earn my keep here??" Then I realize that I am carpooling, chauffeuring, cooking, cleaning (house, dishes, laundry), organizing birthday parties, overseeing homework, coordinating science fair projects, giving teachers hell when they need it given... <BR/><BR/>Almost none of that would get done if I worked outside the home. And my whole family - husband included - is better off for me being home. <BR/><BR/>I still feel guilty for checking blogs in the middle of the day, though. I'm trying to justify that doing dishes and folding laundry at ten at night makes up for it.Heidi Willishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18420802651029097379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-78312971048221756832009-02-12T08:09:00.000-08:002009-02-12T08:09:00.000-08:00Ohhh...I could soooo go for a mid-morning nap with...Ohhh...I could soooo go for a mid-morning nap with the animals! That sounds glorious! <BR/><BR/>My parents had an all black cat that lived to be 27! I've never seen another cat even come close to that. She totally ruled the house too. None of their other cats or dogs that she outlived ever messed with her twice!Patcheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08302479323000079386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17536279.post-30363776489685878652009-02-12T07:37:00.000-08:002009-02-12T07:37:00.000-08:00First of all, you must have needed the rest. Ther...First of all, you must have needed the rest. There is nothing at all wrong with taking care of yourself, it helps your whole family in the long run. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Nada.<BR/>Second-- This is sick but I once had a dream about my old boss where I beat the ever livin' HELL out of her, and loved every minute of it. See? Sick.<BR/>Third-- Kitty lived to be twenty. She was awesome and basically ran the place by the end too. She was kind of a cat bobble-head my then.<BR/><BR/>And one more thing-- I just luv you hon. Hang in there. You're awesome.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14552074033087804381noreply@blogger.com