H is for How Many H Words Describe Me?

HIn doing this A-Z Challenge, each letter brings with it a lot of thoughtful consideration; first and foremost, what word am I going to choose to write about. Well, the Scrabble dictionary is always a great resource when you get stumped and can’t think of a word you want to write about. I started looking through the list of words that start with H, and I found myself saying, “Holy shit, a lot of these words describe me.” So I set out to compile of list of my own: H words that can be used to describe me. Here they are, in no particular order:

H is for Homegirl – I am definitely a Homegirl! I love my home town. I’m a Buffalo/Niagara Falls girl all the way! I love just about everything about my hometown. The people, the food (chicken wings, beef on weck, DiCamillo’s bread, Mariposa’s subs, Sahlen’s hot dogs and Weber’s Horseradish Mustard to be among my favorites), the weather (yes, I miss the weather there!), the Falls, the Bills, the Sabres, and did I mention the people? OMG, my peeps are the BEST! Rock on Buffalo. Sing to me Niagara Falls. Oh yeah.

(I might even be described as being a bit Homesick too…)

H is for Hissy Fit – Yep, I’ve been known to have a few of those. More than a few actually. A lot less now that I’m older though. I used to be a perfectionist and any little thing out of place or out of order could throw me into a tizzy hissy, but I just don’t give a shit anymore. Perfection is way overrated.

H is for Homebody – I can most definitely be a homebody. I like to go out, don’t get me wrong, and I like hanging out with cool people, but I’m also more than happy to stay home and be content in my own little world. I enjoy my home, my dogs are the loves of my life and I just dig hanging out on my new deck, watching the birds and squirrels, listening to the wind-chimes and watching my trees grow. I planted eight trees in the last few years…and gave names to each of them.  Willow, naturally, is my Weeping Willow, Mabelene is my Big Tooth Maple, Goldie is my Goldenraintree, Dagwood is my Flowering Dogwood, Brian Oakley is my Bur Oak (partially named after the man who transplanted him for me; I just couldn’t hang with where the squirrels had placed that acorn last year), the Hawthorne Brothers are the two Washington Hawthones that I planted side by side, “Red” is my Eastern Redbud and Sarge is the Sargeant Crabapple. Oh yeah, and my inside tree, Trojan, the Rubber Tree Plant. So yeah, I dig hanging at home. Especially at this time of year, when all the trees are starting to bud out: what a source of accomplishment I feel when I see their growth! Plus being at home means I can stay in my pajamas (or my cool caftan, which I’m wearing right now) all damn day if I want to! Love that.

H is for Hemorrhoid  – I have been called a hemorrhoid before and I can only suspect that’s because I can be a total pain in the ass sometimes. Yeah, definitely that.

H is for Hormonal – Oh my God, Yes! Menopause is a fucking horrible ride! Does this shit ever end???? I mean, seriously?! Oh. My. God. Enough said.

H is for Hardheaded – I guess so. Okay, I admit it. I am one hardheaded motherfucker sometimes. Just ask my family and my exes. On second thought, scrap that. Just trust me, I am. Leave it at that. Please.

H is for Haunted – Aren’t we all? Aren’t we all plagued by the ghosts of our pasts?

H is for Happy – yeah, I think for the most part I am happy. Although a lot more money would push that statement into the definite column. Yeah, more money would definitely make me happier.

H is for Hammered –Yes, I’ve been known to be hammered in the past. I used to own a bar, for Christ’s sake. Of course I was hammered a lot — but definitely more then than now, that’s for sure. Now, I’m a wimp.

H is for Hopeful – More now than I used to be. Since my expectations are lower and more realistic now that I’m older, there’s a lesser chance that I’ll end up disappointed. Now, that doesn’t mean that I’ve thrown out all my naïve hopes of being rich: I still hope that I’m going to win the Publisher’s Clearinghouse Grand Prize of $7000 a week for life! And on those days that the Prize Patrol is out heading to the home of an unsuspecting prize winner, I make sure I stay at home and get fully dressed, just in case. And I fill out every single receipt survey, especially the ones from Lowe’s. I can always find some home improvement project on which I could spend $5000. And I did after all win a fabulous 7 day Carribean cruise including airfare from Austin to Ft. Lauderdale plus $300 to spend onboard the ship a few years ago. So yeah, it does happen. I just really want to win The Big One!

H is for Helpful – I hope I am that.

H is for Handful – Yes, I am. In more ways than one…

H is for Herself – A lot of people would probably describe me as being myself all the time. I would correct them and say that I’m myself a good part of the time. In those other times, a lot of me stays hidden. But hopefully this blog is helping me to become comfortable in revealing more of that girl who isn’t yet brave enough to let it all hang out. More of that coming though — sooner than later…

 

 

 

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12 thoughts on “H is for How Many H Words Describe Me?

  1. I can’t even begin to tell you how immensely I enjoyed this and thus getting to know you better. You really owned a bar??? That’s so cool! And the menopause part, OMG, does it ever suck. I saw a lot of me in you but more importantly I saw a lot of YOU that makes you you (following this?) and I can’t wait to read and learn more!

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    • Oh Renata, that’s awesome! I’m so glad this piece had that effect. And yes, I did own a bar, here in Austin, for about 3 years, until I got sick of dealing with a bunch of drunks everyday. It was a blast for awhile but then it just became a big pain in the ass. And I started my advertising agency, which was kicking into high gear so I was spending less and less time there and then I had beer going out the back door, bartenders stealing from the till, and getting the phone calls: “the bottle box isn’t cooling,” “the air conditioner isn’t working,” “Joe-Blow just put his fist through the bathroom wall”…. Yeah, it got old. But it was a great experience and for the first few years was a downright blast! It had always been a dream of mine to have a little neighborhood beer joint and I did it and then it was time to move on to the next dream… And I know if you and I lived in the same town, we’d be great friends and hang out a bunch, I can tell! ❤

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      • I can actually relate–I ran a kickboxing gym and thought I adored teaching, managing it was a whole new ballgame. I would get the same kind of calls except for the putting the fist through the wall! Oh don’t you know it that we would definitely be hanging out a bunch! Alas, we are reserved to become great friends from afar for now 🙂 ❤

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  2. I so loved this post – I laughed through a lot of it – the hormones, hahahaha, I know! The names of the trees – we do that, too! We have a persimmon tree named Percy, and 4 vines along a back fence called The Fab 4. We gave up on Publishers Clearing House, but we still are hopeful with the lottery – but I laughed when you said you get dressed in case they show up – you are so funny! Hardheaded and Handful – hahahahaha! I so loved this post – funny, sweet, endearing, lovable, easy to relate to, and very well written! ❤

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    • Thanks Lynn! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! It was fun to write. And I love that you name your trees too. Percy and the Fab 4: GREAT ONES!!! Love ya tons…

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