Tuesday Friend

I have a friend. A friend who calls every Tuesday night, without fail. A friend who listens. A friend who loves. A friend who makes me laugh. A friend who gives me more credit than I deserve. A friend who is...a friend.
Yeah - you rock, babe.

Check out my new blog Reality Remixd
It's the darker side of Heather with random rants, ramblings and rememberies from my oddball childhood. It may not be pretty and you may not agree with it, but this is the world the way eye see it.

Spring has Sprung!

There is a crispness, a freshness in the air. It came through with the front last night and kindly greeted us as we awoke this morning. The grass was a little greener, the animals seemed a little happier. Robins littered the ground, hopping and chirping, searching for their breakfast, while squirrels chased behind them, eager for whatever the robins had dug up. Spring is peeking, ever so shyly, around the edge of winter's long, gray coat, begging like a child on a too long car trip: "Are we there yet?" "Almost," I whispered in reply as I picked up 3 newly arrived baby chicks from the feed store and brought them home as a new school project for Logan. Even if this dream, this Utopian lifestyle we desired for our family is short lived, my children will experience everything it has to offer and will carry with them rememberies of a great adventure. Rejoice! Spring has sprung!

Caribbean Kitchen!

Can you smell it? The kind of smell that slaps you in the face as you walk in the door from a long day of work, wrapping its arms around you and easing you gently into bliss? The kind of smell that hearkens sounds of steel drums and images of bright colors and beautiful, black skin shining in the sun. Hints of lime, tomato and vinegar....mmmmmm...Creole Goat!

The Breaking of the Beauty

Since Jeremy had a job over the weekend down in Miami, my parents came to keep me company. My dad took the opportunity to start training our pony and it was a roller coaster of bucking and running and near-miss kicks. So, here are the pics for your general amusement.

Sunday Hike

The crisp air gently whispers through the ageless Spanish moss as the sound of a 1,000 crickets mingles with the crunch of carelessly discarded leaves to create a symphony worthy of a moment of silence. Let us bow our heads and respect the Sunday hike.

My Girls...

Yes, you are seeing right. They ARE rats. They ARE purposely and lovingly kept and played with. They ARE the BEST pets on the planet! Wouldn't trade my girls for anything!

Countdown to 30!

This is the year. The year of dread. The year of anticipation. The year I say "Oh sh*t, I've accomplished nothing on my list......I better get a move on." This is the morning I woke up and realized all this, dyed my hair black, wore my eye make-up a little thicker than before and hugged one of my greatest accomplishments. Here's to 2008. May the goals I set out to achieve not be overshadowed by responsibility, duty, fear or laziness. May I suck it up, sweat it out and beat it down! Honestly, here's to me!