Heidi G karlsson

Here's a bold move. Perhaps it will boost my readership (which by the way many of you last month either commented or emailed as a result of my lament over the lack there-of. thank you. while it is fun to write these, it is nice to know if people are reading. I have been considering getting a myspace account. I may. who knows. I'll keep you posted. but back to this new and bold venture . . . ) Many of you have been asking about guys. men. boys. you know, as in do I like anyone down here, do I see any potentials etc etc. Now, those of you who know me well know that if I did have my eye on someone I would never say so. Which is a backwards way of saying with a clear conscience that no, there is not a man that has captured my attention or whom I have begun to send prayers upward in petition to God. There are many nice people. Don't get me wrong. I am enjoying many friendships but ain't none done set my head a-turnin' if yuh know what i mean. So those of you who are pray...

Hiya. Well. It snowed. We skated on the frozen pond. It was magic. The next day we went to the public skating rink. So many people. 80's music, but no magic. I'm sorry, but i have no camera so I couldn't take a picture of the pond and the evening and the glow of the moon on the snow and our cheery red cheeks as we raced across the frozen water despite the creeking sounds of cracks and ice readjusting with the changes in the weight and weather. . . but alas it is December and therefore it is Christmas. Here is our tree. Here are our decorations. Stars in the windows. Bulbs on the trees. A lap top reflecting. How beautiful. The fake branches with sparkly red and white stuff that look like melting icicles when the candles are lit below. Actually it freaked me out. I thought the decorations were really melting. But they were only reflecting. And now that I have all these pictures for you (I take them with my lap top for all of you who wonder why i would complain that I have ...

Meet the Roomates. ok. New roomie wants in on the blog world. She's a my-spacer trying to be nice to the bloggers. So everybody, this is Isabelle. Isabelle, this is everybody. She's got an upstairs room. A nanny and she is getting her master's in teaching. Ok. all the roomies but one are in. so. taking advantage of the opportunity . . . I'd like to introduce you to Gloria. She's a rodeo queen. No really. Ok fine, she came in second place or something. Next year she's going to try again. But she's a chef. Big huge hotel downtown. But I can't tell you where, because she can't give you free food anyway. Gloria has a downstairs room with me. Hers has a rock in it. Our bathroom has an apron tacked across the window. I'll show you some time. This here be Liz. Last names are being withheld in order to protect people and make you think that they're innocent. Liz is mysterious. She's an artist, so maybe it's best that we protect her image. Y...

Did you notice the pink? Ah but how could you not. Yes. This is still Heidi's blog, but it has changed to meet the demands of the public. This is SPECIAL FOR SPARROW!!! HI SPARROW! Do you like the PINK PINK PINK? Three year olds can't necessarily read words, but they can read pink. For the rest, it won't last long. I just had to try to win the little girl's heart so that when she see's me at Christmas she thinks pink and she just loves loves loves me. I don't know if the princess in pink is a good book. I'm not promoting it, I'm just including it because it's got a tiara on it. Remember, Sparrow can't read words, just pink. Now for the rest of my readers . . . The crunch of snow underneath my feet transported me to another place. You know those moments when your mind goes somewhere and you think of weird things? While I walked home from dinner all the ice and snow in the moonlight made me think of Russia. And I thought, "I could be anywhere...

November 18th. The week heading into American Thanksgiving. I am going to keep my eyes peeled, because apparently Christmas pops up immediately after thanksgiving and I want to experience it. Lots of walks and looking around at houses. America, America. Well, I have something special to share with you. Something unique to this city perhaps. I am not sure. Perhaps unique to cities with a whole lot of leafy trees. What are those called? Deciduous or Carnivorous - I can never remember. Heh heh. Anyway. I awoke yesturday morning to the strangest thing. Piles of leaves at every intersection in the suburbs. Like huge piles. My roomate was tempted to just drive her car straight into it. I wish she would have. We could have video'd it and won huge prizes on stupid videos.com. Oh well. our 15 seconds of fame will have to be for something else. Too bad. the funny thing about these piles is that people rake their yards and place their piles on the side of the road. They're not supposed to...

I HAVE FALLEN FROM GRACE, AND HAVE JOINED THE CELL PHONE RACE. PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE ME FOR THIS PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY. FORGIVE AND LET LIVE- DO NOT PUT UP A WALL BUT PERHAPS YOU COULD CALL? PLEASE UNDERSTAND MY SNOBBERY IN THE PAST COULD NOT FOREVER LAST AND THUS A TIME HAS COME, A TIME INDEED WHERE I HAVE FOUND MYSELF IN CELL PHONE NEED I WON'T BE A CHATTER CHERRY BUT PLEASE DON'T YOU BE AN INCOMMUNICATIVE JERRY DO UNDERSTAND THAT THOUGH THIS PIECE OF EQUIPMENT CAME THROUGH IN THE LAST SHIPMENT IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT MY LIFE IS OPEN SEASON TO ANYONE WHO WOULD CALL WITHOUT A REASON I HAVE CALL DISPLAY AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO LEAVE THE CELL PHONE HOME WHENEVER I ROAM BUT NONETHELESS I DO PROFESS AT LEAST NOW YOU HAVE HALF A POSSIBILITY OF GETTING HOLD OF ME.

New digs. Yep. I'm in. And as you will soon be able to see (sorry that I didn't do a before and after) I am cozy as a bug in a Spokane rug. And it is quite rugged, i might add. Anyway. We have insulated this little enclave so much so that I have not had to use my space heater. It is quite a nice little cozy room. Although I do have to admit, it is a little bare. I have not got any art up, neither do I have my little bulletin boards or magnetic thingies so I can .. you know, post up all the people I love and gaze at you all longlingly. Oh yes. This morning I was just minding my own business, and all you computer people who know computers know that people make mistakes not computers. Well anyway, the computer made it's own independent decision to give me a slide show of a file of pictures that i am about to print. Yes, I'm not sure how. Instead of "sleeping" and a black screen, i saw all my peeps and nephews and nieces and i watched and it was beautiful and I...

It is like a snow globe, but just with leaves.There are incredible little leaves falling, floating and swirlng down everywhere and when the morning sun hits them, for a moment it is magic and i think time stops - because I do- and we all watch. It snowed last night a little bit, but not really enough to be proud of. My parents left this morning, but before they did, she made this that you see here. Impressive aint she. The first snow man of the season. Today I am moving out of the Anderson's place and into the doll house. That's not what they call it, but I deem it appropriate because if I said the girls' names you would have no clue. Plus, I'd have to get written consent from all the girls and I'm not interested in doing that. Then they'd know I had a blog and they'd want to read it and I couldn't give my honest first impressions. Just kidding. There will be no honesty on the internet. Well my parents came down for the weekend. Quite enjoyable I say. ...

This one's for all the people who like pictures more than words. it feels like i fell off the edge of the earth. Or something like that. It's saturday and the fam is all working and playing and doing their thing and I am . . . wondering what to do. I guess it is good to rest, but it's hard to stop the body when the mind is going 110% Everyone's great. I'm staying in James' slash Julie's sewing room. Lisa is all so organized and dinners happen every day at pre-scheduled times. I haven't don't much work/book stuff this week. Sort of trying to find my feet. So here's some photo's to help you see where I am. I'm going to walk downtown today with the camera so I can show you my surroundings. Tonight I'm going to "Singing in the Rain" at a local theatre or something.. I'm not sure. Last night a guy came through -he'd just come from Langley Ethical Addictions - he was doing a "show".. you know, the gig trip. Any...

I’m on the train between Seattle and Spokane. I’ve just finished writing a paper for this distance ed class I’m taking. Not an earth shattering paper, but a solid one. I say I get 80% on it. I just want to be done. What a funny thing to do – stop life suddenly. Quit the job and the people and just go into something so unknown, so unguaranteed. That’s not intimidating to me – I don’t think. I don’t know. Anyway, the train rolls over the tracks, slightly swaying. The sun is setting over my right shoulder. I should be looking outside, but I’m typing. It’s a lot of small town, hills and farms. All the stuff that makes my heart wish to have hatchet and head to the woods to chop me down some trees with some strong yet sensitive and smart lumberjack and we can raise our little crew out in God’s country and plant our crops on God’s soil, and feed our animals off God’s provisions. But just now we are going through a town and there is blockbuster and cosco. Nothing poetic about that. I am so ...

i said goodbye on a cold dark night . . . or was it a hot sunny day in central somewhere city and a little tear made it's way down the inside of my shades as I drove the little mazda eastward on the trans Canada. I had just said good bye to French Canadien Senum, Musical Mike, the Retiring Referee, Happy Happy Joy Joy, Midget Madeley and the whole crew. So sad so sad. And all there is now to do . . . hold sweet memories of wanting to kick the rebellion out of the photocopier (you know which one I'm talking about) and all the other things about my former place of employment that I hold so dear. Oh work, how i did love thee. Let me recount the ways . . . oh there are so many things to recall. Coffee club and our special little way to coax the milk into a froth and that our friend the the little coffee frother or whatever it is lives in the dishwasher on our floor that no one EVER uses. I would like to draw your attention to the fact that I had the key to the great inner sanctum ...

On a jet plane . . . or just a car so today I talked in church about me leaving.. and i led worship for the last time. I'm exhausted. of course it's because of more things than just that. But the busy-ness is done. My committments have all been fulfilled and now I need to get my little work done so that my mind can be in the one place that it is. It's time to go. I can't believe that there are only 3 weeks left of work. I am excited until I think - what about these people? That's always a hard one for me. I don't know what to do with these people that I have grown to know and love. All this technology enables us to stay in touch. It's good.. right? I don't know. Sometimes we make more of relationships than is actually there, and then sometimes not enough of what is. But like my friend Jorge said when leaving his host family's house - whom he had lived with for year, and whom he had come to love - he said "I'm am only sad because I have been ...

Isn't it funny, this whole blog thing? This crazy attempt to reach out and speak, connect and find that the other end of the line isn't just a busy signal? And yet really, I'm home alone. If alone with my God counts as alone. I heard a man once say that everything we do is a prayer. I guess. Everything is before him. I am never alone. I wonder if some of us, ok, I wonder if I am blogging to God and all this really should be in my journal. Well, anyway. I can't say why or what, but it just feels good to write and leave it out there for the figurative whole world to see, and the literal whole world to keep on being busy and not miss a beat because I published this post. But God always sees. Because He first loved me . . .

This is the beginning. This is only the begining. But what a beginning it is. Imagine if I spelled BEGINNING wrong. How embarrassing and foolish I would feel. The whole world would know.. They would know that I, at the center of my self am flawed. And I'm sure that up until this point, I have got everyone fooled.. hmm. What's that? Oh. No one ever thought that? Oh. Well, ok. Anyway. This is just the beginning of my blogging career. Check it out.