by Heather Hambel Curley | Jun 10, 2012 | history, Writing
Well, we got to Antietam around 9:30am and it was already almost 80 degrees out. This is not something that brings joy to the hearts of individuals about to dress in wool. The baby and I were also not excited. Well, the baby was not excited because I slathered him in...
by Heather Hambel Curley | Jun 8, 2012 | history, Writing
I never come to Gettysburg in the summer time. It’s touristy. There’s ghost tours running around nonstop. You stick to the bathroom floors. Lines of traffic are long. The wait for a parking spot at Little Round Top is longer. Blah, it’s just...
by Heather Hambel Curley | Jun 8, 2012 | Uncategorized
The Popeyes on the Pennsylvania turnpike does not have catfish po’boys. That is all.
by Heather Hambel Curley | Jun 5, 2012 | Randomness
So, today was the long awaited Cornhole tournament. I was not looking forward to our appointed time slot and matchup, mainly due to my aforementioned lack of any reasonable eye-hand coordination. Work buddy Jossie was in charge of said tournament and, in fact, drafted...
by Heather Hambel Curley | Jun 3, 2012 | history, Writing
If there was a meter available that could measure my attention span, I’m thinking it would register at a big, fat, zero. Honestly, my two-year old has had better focus these days. Is it tiredness? Is it Age 30 looming in the distance, cackling and waiting to get...