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While My Boyfriend Was Sleeping

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Archives for April 2012

Encounters of the turd kind

April 22, 2012 by heidi 1 Comment

The night before I had Henry, we hit up a nice seafood restaurant with my family. (Screw eggplant. Apparently salmon induces labor.)

My sister, PK, had to use the restroom, so she asked the waiter where it was located and he motioned toward the back of the restaurant.

When she arrived at the women’s room, the door was closed and locked. Apparently there was only one stall.

PK waited. And waited. And waited.

After five minutes, she softly knocked twice to indicate she meant business.

A woman answered in an angry bellow.

“There’s a bathroom on the first floor,” she snarled.

PK was stunned. The wildebeest behind the door was clearly annoyed. Had she done something wrong? Wasn’t knocking common etiquette among people waiting to use the john? She hadn’t banged on the door. Oddly, she felt like she should apologize. But for what?

The woman bellowed again.

“I’d use the bathroom on the first floor if I were you,” she grunted. “I’m gonna be here a while.”

On 30

April 20, 2012 by heidi 2 Comments

I wanted to write something relevant about turning 30, but I kept coming up short

So I turned to Facebook instead. (Oh c’mon. Mark Twain would have done the same thing.)

I spent the day before my birthday feeling old and sullen, so I asked my typically responsive FB friends what words came to mind when they thought of turning 30.

I was so pleased with what I got I decided to create a video using their words and my photography.

I learned two things while making this project:

1. Age is a state of mind. (Duh.)

2. I’ve got way too many photos of amazing people clogging up my computer. Most of these pics were taken for the newspaper over the course of the last three years. The shelf life of a newspaper photo is short. Unless a story is about you, and thus you’ve stuck it to your fridge (or your ex-wife has pinned it to her dart board) it usually gets lost in the ether of JPEG files on some photographer’s hard drive.

I was happy to give these photos some love before they get deleted or forgotten about.

Regarding getting older — it’s a fact of life. You can either meet it with lightness and a positive attitude, or get tangled up in negativity. Lately, I’ve been falling into the second category for reasons I’m sure I’ll write about some day.

Having said that, I’m not a fan of internalizing shit. When something sucks, I admit it. On a whole, however, I strive to spend my 30s as I spent my 20s: upbeat, inspired and looking  for the next adventure.

Wish me luck. I know it’s not going to be a picnic. (Or maybe it will be. See. I’m actually a cynic.)

Oh, and in four days I’ll have written this blog for four years. I never thought I’d stick it out. Maybe it’s my cynicism that drives me. Now that’s a positive attitude.

My favorite downtown waterfall

April 6, 2012 by heidi 4 Comments

Henry turned 10 months old yesterday.

HOW DID THAT HAPPEN SO FAST?

We shot these pics in downtown St. Pete after bopping around the Farmer’s Market. I harbor unfair disdain for iPhones, except when it comes to photography. Them gizmos take nice pictures.

{photo shoot} maternity pix

April 4, 2012 by heidi Leave a Comment

What to expect when you’re expecting … me to take your picture.

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Why Lance?

This blog is named after my old friend Sarah's manifestation of a dreamy Wyoming cowboy named Lance, because the word blog sounds like something that comes out of a person's nose.

About me

I'm a journalist who spends my Mondays through Fridays writing other people's stories, a chronic procrastinator who needs structure. I once quit my job to write a book and like most writers, I made up excuses why I couldn't keep at it.

My boyfriend fiancé husband Joe likes to sleep in late on the weekends, but since we have a kid now that happens less than he'd like.

Before Henry and Chip, I used to spend my mornings browsing celebrity tabloid websites while our dog snored under the covers. Now I hide my computer in spots my feral children can't reach because everything I own is now broken, stained or peed on.

I created Lance in an attempt to better spend my free time. I thought it might jump start a second attempt at writing a novel.

It hasn't. And my free time is gone.

But I'm still here writing.

I'm 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 and I've yet to get caught up in something else, which is kind of a big deal for a chronic procrastinator.

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