I’m Heather Flynn. Welcome to my stew!
I’m a twenty-something newly-wed, medical assistant, aspiring cake decorator/seamstress/writer.
I’m the oldest of four children, raised in a middle-class Latter-day Saint home in Washington state. I attended college in Utah, where I also met and fell in love with a fellow Washingtonian. Now I’m back in the Evergreen state where my husband and I are living the joys of newly-weddom while sleeping in a bunk bed in the bedroom I grew up in at my parent’s house. Hopefully we’ll be off to greener pastures very soon. in Ellensburg, while going to school. We are currently expecting our first child, to be born on or around August 30, 2010.
I hope you’ll take some time and enjoy yourself here. Huckleberry Stew is my conglomeration of thoughts, stories, recipes, pictures, and projects. I write about my daily adventures and childhood memories. I disclose my tales of romance and my mishaps. In the Cooking section I share the recipes I love and the cakes I decorate. Maybe I’ll add more sections as I go, but that’ll do for now.
I have a close family. We’re big on humor and surprises. We play a lot of board games and could kick your trash at Scrabble.
This is my husband, Steve. Would you get irritated with me for constantly referring to him as my Stud Muffin? Or Hot Stuff? Or Lovin’ Spoonful?
He’s the happiest person I ever met. I’m the luckiest.
I have 2 brothers. The oldest is married and they have a beautiful little girl named Molly. He is younger than me but tries to pretend he isn’t.
The younger one is an undiscovered artist. He is supposed to make my blog look good, but he is really busy with school and work and life craziness. As if the rest of us aren’t…
My little sister is studying at BYU-Idaho. I watched my mother give birth to her when I was a mere seven years old. People told my mother she was loony, I think she was just trying to teach me abstinence.
In my extra time, I’m learning Russian, meticulously (neurotically) trying to organize my messy life, and trying to break the habit of procrastination. I write to share this journey with you and appreciate your comments more than you could possibly understand.
Thank you for visiting, and pop in again soon!