30 May 2009
Part two of this adventure revolved around staying with friends and friends’ families. For two weeks I traveled the Midwest, sometimes camping, sometimes staying with people I knew (or people of people I knew.) It turns out I know a lot of Midwesterners, and their company was a nice reprieve from solitude. In Macomb, Illinois [...]
Posted in arkansas, Athens, camping, Cessnas, Chicago, Dad, ice cream, Illinois, john steinbeck, Macomb, midwesterners, oma, pugs, Ricci, road trippin by: heidi
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27 May 2009
In the summer of 2007 – less than three months after I started dating Joe – I took a road trip from Southwest Florida to the Oregon Coast. I was gone for a little over a month. Just me and the pug in a borrowed tent. With a loose plan, and a 1997 Honda Civic [...]
Posted in asheville, camping, Elvis, good hygiene, hammocks, humanity, Joe, memphis, oregon, pugs, road trippin, Sarasota, showering habits, Tennessee, The Blue Ridge Mountains, Yogi Bear by: heidi
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22 May 2009
Sneaky synchronicity has reared its fateful head again! And in addition to this, I’m pleased to report that I have a new animal spirit guide. Behold: my rooster. I’ve written about meaningful coincidences and animal totems before. The last time I wrote about synchronicity I was on vacation in the Florida Panhandle trying to figure out [...]
Posted in animal spirit guides, Canada, existentialism, Natasha, note taking, pugs, roosters, St. George Island, St. Petersburg, synchronicity, toothbrush, tree frogs, urban treasures by: heidi
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20 May 2009
Check out Joe at work, talking about our wedding on top of a hill in Western New York, at the wrong Ellicottville ski lodge. Darling, it’s HoliMont lodge. Not Holiday Valley. Ah well! He’s so cute when he tells people we’re getting married somewhere we’re not. I’ll let is slide. PS. This video is one of several segments [...]
Posted in Creative Loafing, hilltops, Joe, love, lovey doveyness, mushy anecdotes, reporting, ski lodges, Tampa, vacay, wedding pomp, Western NY by: heidi
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19 May 2009
The tomato has been picked. After 10 minutes of staring at my first red tomato in all his round ripe perfection, I picked him, cradled him in my arms and tiptoed him to the kitchen, where I laid him down on a cutting board and halved him with a steak knife. I picked some basil [...]
19 May 2009
I‘m suffering from a supreme case of writer’s block. So what do I do? Well. As always, there’s Lance. I come here more than I should whenever I’m stuck on a story; a paying story. It helps me get over uninspired humps. Sometimes. Today I spotted my first big, red tomato hanging off one of two tomato [...]
Posted in adventures in real estate, Baltimore Orioles, baseball, Cal Ripken Jr., Earl Weaver, Fannie Flagg, gardening, manure, oma, Pat Santarone, procrastination, rain, The Ride for Roswell, tomatoes by: heidi
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15 May 2009
To the left you will see two pictures – one taken three months ago after receiving a $50 haircut at a swank salon in St. Pete, the other taken last week after receiving a $5 haircut at a beauty school in the ghetto. Can you tell which is which? I’m posting these pictures for two reasons: 1. [...]
Posted in blondes, dancing with the stars, frugality, ghetto ass, hair, J.Con, Jennifer Aniston, Joe, Loraines, Loren, mom, mullets, observations, Sienna Miller, St. Petersburg, Western NY by: heidi
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12 May 2009
While Joe watched some snooze-fest on Charlie Rose tonight, I diagrammed our refrigerator door. I’m not necessarily proud of this. In fact, there were a million other more productive things I could’ve, should’ve done. Ah well. At least now you know I have a framed photograph of my fiancé with his dentist and dental hygienist on [...]
Posted in Ani DiFranco, biking, Charlie Rose, Dad, deadly distractions, dentist, Joe, magnets, North Collins, note taking, Opa, Phish, pugs, refrigerators, Ro, Rummy, teeth, wedding pomp by: heidi
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11 May 2009
I aim to pay homage to my mother(a day late) with this post. I went to Ace Hardware over the weekend and purchased among many things, a clothesline. Nothing major. Just a piece of white nylon rope that I stretched between two trees behind my house, a span that runs the width of my tiny backyard. [...]
Posted in clotheslines, corn, Dad, economic fallouts, farmers, florida, granny panties, June Bugs, manure, mom, mushy anecdotes, Nana, North Collins, oma, Opa, Pamplona Bulls, papa, swimming by: heidi
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07 May 2009
IF YOU’VE BEEN FEELING SURLY LATELY… HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS… FROM A WEDDING I PHOTOGRAPHED LAST MONTH… ON CASEY KEY BEACH. THESE FOUR ARE SISTERS. SUSANNE (2ND FROM RIGHT) GOT MARRIED AT PAULINE’S (FAR RIGHT) BEACH ESTATE… NEXT DOOR TO HORROR NOVELIST STEPHEN KING’S HOUSE. THERE WERE ONLY 25 PEOPLE THERE. IT WAS SIMPLE & [...]
Posted in Casey King, cobblers, German puff pastry, humanity, love, lovey doveyness, mushy anecdotes, oma, photography, Sarasota, Stephen King, wedding pomp by: heidi
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