Posted by Heidi Fischbach | July 16, 2010
Mr. Aardvark, of Aardvark Essentials thank you very much,
Shannon Wilkinson, of Your Life, Inspired,
and Heidi Fischbach, that would be me of right here, are
DEE-lighted to announce the people- and potion-winners of our contest!
*Drum roll, please!*
[Picture Shannon and Heidi,… Continue reading…
Posted by Heidi Fischbach | July 8, 2010
It appears you did not receive my post a couple days ago about the contest. So, this here is me letting you know that there’s a potion-contest going on… with free prizes to be won… OVER HERE! Come see! Come play! The contest ends Tuesday, 13 July.
KBye! xoxo
Heidi
Posted by Heidi Fischbach | July 6, 2010
People, do we have news for you!
Mr. Aardvark, of Aardvark Essentials thank you very much, hereby announces his upcoming partnership with the fear-taming and inspiration-igniting, Shannon Wilkinson. We couldn’t be more excited. (The aardvark has been secretly crushing on Shannon for awhile, truth be told. Don’t tell him I told you. He’s a bit shy.)
Posted by Heidi Fischbach | May 20, 2010
I wasn’t really too worried except for maybe a bit…
Last week I had a routine ____ (I have no intention of gracing my screen with that word… it simply does not do justice to the beauty that are breasts). Anyway, the chick doing the ____ had no bedside breast manner whatsoever and it hurt like crazy. Enough said. Goes… Continue reading…
Posted by Heidi Fischbach | March 3, 2010
5:32 PM yesterday found me at the Davis Square, Somerville, U.S. Post Office with boxes of filled orders ready to mail. But doggone, the P.O.’s just gone and closed.
Oh wait! There’s a mailbox. And so, without a second thought, I put my boxes in the box.
Except for, oh wait!
The freak out–
So yeah, right after doing my… Continue reading…
Posted by Heidi Fischbach | February 9, 2010
Once upon a time there lived a wee girl in the southern part of Chile. She could while away hours grinding up nuts, grasses and wildflowers with smooth river stones on the steps of the country church where her dad was the pastor. The sky and the fields were endless; the skirt of her dress… Continue reading…