Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The Introduction of the Heather
19 years ago, on September 15, 1992, a baby was born. 'Twas a beautiful child, the light of her parents' lives and a blessing to all those around her. She had the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen, and a full head of golden hair. Her laugh was akin to that of an angels, and when she grew up, men and women fell at her feet, begging to be allowed the privilege of loving her. Her name, it is said, was Elizabeth.
My name is not Elizabeth.
Exactly one month after this baby entered the world, another child was born. Her mother was a Welsh redhead who liked to belt out campfire songs at the top of her lungs at random intervals, while her father was a bespectacled Canadian who liked to play tricks on people and comment on things in a sarcastic manner. The baby was 10 lbs, 6 ounces, had jet black hair and blue eyes. Eventually, the black hair turned brown and curly, and the eyes needed glasses. She inherited her father's wit and her mother's love of campfire songs. This child's name was Heather.
My name is Heather.
I never met Elizabeth, of course. I'm not even sure she exists. I'm banking on the fact that there are 7 billion people on the planet, and hopefully one blonde girl named Elizabeth was born on September 15, 1992. I'm also hoping one day, she'll read this blog and get a little freaked out.
So, I grew up. I discovered I liked writing, photography, girls, and history. So now, I'm in university studying journalism and history, taking pictures of random objects and landscapes, and keeping up a long distance relationship with my ladyfriend (who likes chocolate almost as much as me). As you can see, I have somehow managed to mix my interests together quite well. While here, I managed to meet some very interesting people, including the co-creator of this blog: rubberduckseverywhere, also known as Tanya and/or Limey. You see, one day, I was walking back to my residence, when suddenly, I heard a voice to my right.
“Excuse me, that's a really nice bag.”
I looked over, only to discover a young woman with blue/brown hair and glasses walking beside me. I was wearing my Union Jack bag, which was a trademark Heather thing to have on her. This young woman would later introduce herself to me as Tanya, and we went to dinner and became friends. Limey, as she is known, introduced me to her roommate, Roomie, and a young woman from Brazil who we shall call Larry.
Sometime later, I ranted to Limey about how I was mad at the people who had been commenting on a particular news story because they were only considering the point of view presented to them from the story, and not anyone else's. Which isn't very fair. As I spewed words such as “unions,” “government,” and “utter stupidity,” Limey suddenly suggested that we create a blog. Pausing for breath, I considered her proposal.
“I've tried,” I said. “But I've never been able to keep it up.”
Ignoring the innuendo, Limey pressed the idea, and truth be told, a place where I could rant at random people on the internet sounded great to me. So, the decision was made to make a blog. And that's what you see here today.
Then we had to name it. But that's another story, for another time
My name is not Elizabeth.
Exactly one month after this baby entered the world, another child was born. Her mother was a Welsh redhead who liked to belt out campfire songs at the top of her lungs at random intervals, while her father was a bespectacled Canadian who liked to play tricks on people and comment on things in a sarcastic manner. The baby was 10 lbs, 6 ounces, had jet black hair and blue eyes. Eventually, the black hair turned brown and curly, and the eyes needed glasses. She inherited her father's wit and her mother's love of campfire songs. This child's name was Heather.
My name is Heather.
I never met Elizabeth, of course. I'm not even sure she exists. I'm banking on the fact that there are 7 billion people on the planet, and hopefully one blonde girl named Elizabeth was born on September 15, 1992. I'm also hoping one day, she'll read this blog and get a little freaked out.
So, I grew up. I discovered I liked writing, photography, girls, and history. So now, I'm in university studying journalism and history, taking pictures of random objects and landscapes, and keeping up a long distance relationship with my ladyfriend (who likes chocolate almost as much as me). As you can see, I have somehow managed to mix my interests together quite well. While here, I managed to meet some very interesting people, including the co-creator of this blog: rubberduckseverywhere, also known as Tanya and/or Limey. You see, one day, I was walking back to my residence, when suddenly, I heard a voice to my right.
“Excuse me, that's a really nice bag.”
I looked over, only to discover a young woman with blue/brown hair and glasses walking beside me. I was wearing my Union Jack bag, which was a trademark Heather thing to have on her. This young woman would later introduce herself to me as Tanya, and we went to dinner and became friends. Limey, as she is known, introduced me to her roommate, Roomie, and a young woman from Brazil who we shall call Larry.
Sometime later, I ranted to Limey about how I was mad at the people who had been commenting on a particular news story because they were only considering the point of view presented to them from the story, and not anyone else's. Which isn't very fair. As I spewed words such as “unions,” “government,” and “utter stupidity,” Limey suddenly suggested that we create a blog. Pausing for breath, I considered her proposal.
“I've tried,” I said. “But I've never been able to keep it up.”
Ignoring the innuendo, Limey pressed the idea, and truth be told, a place where I could rant at random people on the internet sounded great to me. So, the decision was made to make a blog. And that's what you see here today.
Then we had to name it. But that's another story, for another time
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