• Mary-Catherine

    So sorry to hear about your grandmother…and the thorn bush.

    I absolutely love your new hair…there’s just nothing cuter than a good pixie. I would love to get my hair cut like that but there is no way I could pull it off.

    I’ll never understand the people who say such horrible things about you, or so obviously hold a grudge over the fact that you make money off of your blog…owning a blog that receives income is really no different than say, writing a book, or having a television show…and the coolest thing about that is, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to read/watch it. Pretty simple! A lot more simple than sitting at your computer and trying to come up with something hatefully clever to say about someone you have never met. I cannot imagine how sad a life must be when it is so consumed with hatefulness.

    The fact that you continue to write, unabashed, is exactly why I like/admire you so much.

  • girlplease

    Wow. Nate IS hot and sounds wonderful. Shame he’s married.

  • http://poppunkjunkie.blogspot.com Casey

    I think IN A THORN BUSH is quite a good descriptor. Sending you and your family love from the East Coast, and hoping that life will pull itself out of those thorns for you.

  • Linda Atkins

    I’m enjoying the lovely photos of your family–you are a fine-looking bunch! It also seems rather brave of your family to let their images be shared here. I was really kind of touched by the picture of your father and his wife. Very nice!

  • Rob

    Dammit Heather, when are you going to introduce the hawt gay cousins in your family? STOP THROWING THE NATE CANDY AT ME!

  • Pam

    Yes, those are a couple of really nice portraits of your family that Jon took. Did you really do the SHINGLES! dance to get your Dad to smile?

    Nate is very cute, for sure. I bet he helped you out of the thorn bush rather than point and laugh like some nasty mean ole brothers and cousins can be!

    Backpack! Backpack!

  • http://lovemarriageandababycarriage.blogspot.com/ Melissa, the blogger

    I just wanted to say that I’ve enjoyed your blog so much. It’s been a great inspiration and was the catalyst for starting my own new Mom blog. I have a 10 week old boy so I enjoy reading what you’ve been experiencing this time around. It helps Moms know they are not alone and I particularly love the no holds barred, honest approach to your writing!

  • http://bananaloggirl.wordpress.com/ Nicky

    Um, I just looked at the Hate page and nearly started crying and had to stop after the first two entries. I can’t believe how horrible and mean people are. I guess I thought I’d get a chuckle out of the stupidity, but instead I just feel so sad. Kudos to you for being able to handle such a tirade -I feel empty and the stuff wasn’t even directed at me. So, sending virtual hugs.

  • http://timesurge.blogspot.com Surge

    You fell in a thorn bush?
    I fell down a hill.
    Into a pile of red ants.
    While bleeding.

    I feel like making a song for everybody who’s ever fallen down a hill, only to be serenaded by some bush (or pile) with all the right intentions: To add to the irony to the situation so we can go HA! later.

    It’s like the cherry just has to be added to the cake. Honestly? I fucking hate metaphorical cherries.

  • Lori

    Heather – you and your family are in our prayers. I just finished looking at the Hate page before I read this new entry. I can’t believe people can be so vile!!! Keep your head high and keep doing what you do. There are so many more of us out here who enjoy your blog and hope only good things for you now and in the future!

  • Laura

    A big huge hug for making me smile even when you’re “in a thornbush.” I am one-week new to your blog – thank you for sharing so much and with such humorous eloquence!

  • http://www.abalancedlifestyle.blogspot.com Shannon

    Ahhh family. Our cousins are like that too we each take turns in the “story chair” and tell funny- humiliating stories about each other. It’s great!

    Nothing like humility to help heal the grief of the passing of a dear loved one.

    Thinking of you and your family.

  • http://www.thefootballwife.com Sara @ The Football Wife

    Me & Danger don’t mix — You’re brave for trying! I would have booty skiied to the bottom.

  • Wonder’s Mom

    Best compliment I ever received was when my boyfriend/baby-daddy/more-significant-than-any-other called me Human Vicodin. As a pharmacist and occasional prescriptee of such, I find it a very nice thing to be called. So is Human Prozac (and yours is so pretty in picture form).

    Loved your story. The adjective that came to me right about paragraph twelve though, was ‘akimbo’. As in arms and legs and frizzy hair all… Now I can’t stop saying it. akimbo.

  • Anonymous

    Wondering how such a large amount of the comments on your monetizing the hate page are about John… Poor man!
    We love you John!

  • http://bambooska.wordpress.com Babs C.

    I’m very sorry to hear about your grandmother, Heather. And you know what? You’re very lucky after all. Some of us, like me, grew up far away from relatives.

    The structure of my family is small and it was always about me, my sister, my brother, my mom and my dad. Though it was a small group, we still had lots of fun riding our country and getting to know nature on our weekend’s family trips!

    In the end, it really is all about love. :)
    Greetings from Brazil!

  • Anonymous

    I’m the grumpy and spiteful neighbor. I’m waiting for that knock on my door. Where’s that human Prozac?

  • Lilliah

    #140. Anonymous made a statement about the Hate page that really caught my attention:

    “I don’t have a blog site, I am not an ASS kisser or a *oh my It is just one huge fat aching reminder that the human race has actually not evolved very much past the BURN HER AT THE STAKE! period and it scares the crap out of me”

    Heather, I think that seeing it all in one big pile of venom-filled nastiness really gives us perspective on how it must affect you. There have been times when I’ve read something someone wrote about you, and I could kinda-sorta understand how someone who was really constipated and had a lot of misdirected anger might easily make assumptions about you and spew out some randomness about it, but seeing it in an endless stream like that should make anybody who is remotely thoughtful or reflective about themselves stop for a second and wonder WHY THE HELL they are writing such useless crap. I get it- some people are upset about your overpriced etsy throw pillows, and they think you should be with a gross manly-man who grabs his crotch while watching football and yells at you to get him a beer or something (or whatever their idea of a “man” is.. I’m guessing I don’t even want to know!), but at this point it’s, like, getting really OLD, isn’t it? I know you’ve been reading this shit for years, but I feel like my eyes are going to roll back in my head if I read one more post about your chin or how you think Leta sucks and you don’t deserve your money- it’s so moronically REPETITIVE. Just you wait- I bet that some day you’ll find yourself with a whole new group of angry followers who hate you because your Hate page is too boring and repetitive!

  • Lisa

    Heather, I am sorry about your grandmother and hope that your family can celebrate her life along with the grieving. I also wanted to comment how glad I am that you’re no longer commenting on the “hate” page. It’s funny to read (those people are crazy with nothing better to do) and glad you’re above the fray. Love from Chicago!

  • http://www.gorkyrises.com gorky

    You use the caps lock MUCH better than Kanye. We need to see that hair. You know that, don’t you?

  • anonymous

    You need to write for stand up comedians.

    I was laughing by butt off.
    You’re wicked funny, I was my lol and annoyed everyone sitting near me.

    Thanks for the vision of you as a teen, and good thing you grew into the most amazingly beautiful adult. :)

  • http://memyselfandmommy.com/ Renee

    This is why I hate snow and winter. Bad things happen! It’s cold and wet, and seriously what part of that sounds like fun?

    Story A: My little brother was sledding one day, and was not paying attention to where he was going. He sled under our wooden fence (you know the ones where the splintery wood rails fit into the slots of the splintery wood poles). When he came out the other side, his neck and chin were covered, COVERED, in splinters!

    Story B: When my husband was in high school, he went skiing for the first time. He and his friends got to the slopes and Steve decided that he didn’t need a bunny slope. He went straight for the The black diamond, first time on skis ever! He ended up doing one of your tumbleweed stunts that landed him in the ER. He now has a scar on his lip and has to wear a retainer with a fake tooth in it. He’s not skied since then.

    Dora should not play in the snow!