The 12 Week Mark.
Not only the desired pinnacle in any pregnancy seeing as that means the most probable "danger zone" is finally coughing in your pregnancy-mobile's dust, but for THIS pregnancy it means SO much more...
An end to ALL DAY SICKNESS! HaZAA!!! This extreme sickness is the answer to the question some may have been asking: Where have they been?!
Steve's first 2 weeks home were fully devoted to tending to mommy j's every need. He cooked every meal, even though j couldn't eat half the time. He ran out to which ever store for which every item that may have sounded slightly less revolting than everything else. He cleaned the house, did the dishes, the laundry, walked the dog twice a day, and let j sleep on the couch in front of Northern Exposure episodes for 2 weeks straight! J knows. She totally hit the jack pot!
Towards Week 9, j was able to eat a little better and take the occasional walk. Week 10 was a complete turn around! J even cleaned the house and made her own meals! With Steve returning to work at his old job until the end of the year to bring in much needed moo-lah, it was a huge blessing that j turned around for the better! So now here we are, rounding the corner to Week 12 (December 26), and with a light breaking in the ever cloudy Michigan sky, we thought we'd write.
So, in Steveland, things have been crazy. Taking care of a pregnant wife and going back to a job he thought he left behind has been hard work for this dedicated trooper. Yet, he won't be a Foremost employee anymore since their policy changed from 40 hr work week to 40 plus mandatory overtime. Not ideal for a new daddy or someone like Steve who wants to get more involved in community efforts. So, December 31st will be his last day as a computer programmer for Foremost Insurance. He is now working with a contracting firm that places computer programmers in different businesses for different amounts of time throughout the area. His first job will be with... That's right! Foremost! HA HA!
But here's the bonus with contracting, he only works 4 days a week. Steve is also now the new intern for the West Michigan Environmental Action Council. His main project is teaching seminars to high school students around the area about sustainable food systems! It's a no pay gig, but it puts Steve on the right track and in with the right people.
Plus, both j and Steve are the new volunteers for the brand, butt-spanking new West Michigan Online Farmers Co-op. We will be helping with the website for people to buy farm produce as well as helping to package up the goodies and pass them out. Also an exciting meeting will be held end January as well to educate the public on how to eat local through our cold winters. All GREAT stuff! If we're here, we might as well make the best of a most interesting situation.
Oh, and the basement leak is back with Steve's return... what would our buddy Carl Jung say about that? Plus Steve has got our compost pile up and running again. Not too hard since we're having sunny 40 degree days here! Ahhh, global warming!
J has continued baking and only missed 3 or so days during the extreme sick period. The baked goods actually smelled really good! J has been trying to return to the hospital with no such luck yet. Probably for the best seeing as the 1st trimester has been so rough. Her next goal is to enroll in the medical transcription training program online so she can bring cash in from home when the little Voller is born. Plus, that training can be taken anywhere, anytime, so she feels more versatile with a career!
Lastly, we've chosen our midwife!! Her name is Shannon Pawson and we are extremely pleased to have her attend our birth and be our expert! Oh, so we suppose you've guessed... we are having a home birth. We have insurance for a possible Voller Baby Whoopsie, but are very confident in not only j's intuitive ancient knowledge passed down from the ancestors of old to birth when the time comes, but in Shannon's expertise as well. If you're worried about us, let us know. We'll send you to all the websites we've found that explain the reason we've chosen a home birth.
Please visit her website! www.yourhomebirth.com
Well, that's it for now! Check back next month when we start posting J's belly :) Santa gonna be jealous of this sucka! Christmas in July in full swing!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Return
In all good mythical tales the hero always returns home. The Odyssey that was Steve's journey has been but to a halt. A "false start," the PBO family calls it. As of today, Wednesday, Steve will be returning home.
What? Why? How? Well, seeing as the swirling, twirling, whirling dances my belly seems to be making these days, I don't have much creatively or energy for long expletives. The O2 that normally fills my brain seems to have headed south to more important creation endeavors. This week the creative explosion in my belly goes from the size of a lentil bean to a chick pea by weeks end. That's a lot of work, my friends!
Anyway, with baby Voller on the way and the house still not sold there came two simple realizations:
A: We can't afford 2 house payments.
B: We can't be apart during this pregnancy waiting for the house to sell.
(c. And a small side note, j couldn't stay with our friends, seeing as construction zones are not good for a pregnant woman to be around - very sad indeed. I was looking forward to getting a hammer in hand!)
So, Steve made the gallant, manly and tender decision to be with wife and her dancing belly until they could figure out what exactly the right decision is in a case like this one.
So with a dichotomy of much sadness and much happiness, Steve leaves Pittsboro. Steve really did love his job and the potential that it offered. He loved being outside for his work. He loved the learning process, his favorites being waste diversion, vermiculture, composting and of course, the farm piece. He mostly loved all of the people of Pittsboro. It's the kind of place that everyone waves to each other. The kind of place that sees rain for 2 days and wonders when their signature sun will return. The kind of place that supports local business. A real gem.
But lucky me, he loves me more than any career and is happy to return to be with me, our elle dog, and now the new member that's a brewin'. Plus, talking on cell phones is never great for getting important decisions made. It will be a blessing just to see his face over a nice dinner that I may, or may not be able to stomach.
We certainly did not plan to get pregnant right now. But alas, plans are never really our own anyway it seems. The Universe, or God, or Nature definitely has a sense of humor. Regardless, we are so excited!
We don't know if Steve's return is for good, temporary until the house situation gets figured out, or until baby Voller graces us with his/her presence, but we are at least together, and that, my friends, is how it should be. Anyone who has spent any time with the two of us knows the truth of that statement.
Until next time, my faithful readers, when the Voller Saga Continues...
What? Why? How? Well, seeing as the swirling, twirling, whirling dances my belly seems to be making these days, I don't have much creatively or energy for long expletives. The O2 that normally fills my brain seems to have headed south to more important creation endeavors. This week the creative explosion in my belly goes from the size of a lentil bean to a chick pea by weeks end. That's a lot of work, my friends!
Anyway, with baby Voller on the way and the house still not sold there came two simple realizations:
A: We can't afford 2 house payments.
B: We can't be apart during this pregnancy waiting for the house to sell.
(c. And a small side note, j couldn't stay with our friends, seeing as construction zones are not good for a pregnant woman to be around - very sad indeed. I was looking forward to getting a hammer in hand!)
So, Steve made the gallant, manly and tender decision to be with wife and her dancing belly until they could figure out what exactly the right decision is in a case like this one.
So with a dichotomy of much sadness and much happiness, Steve leaves Pittsboro. Steve really did love his job and the potential that it offered. He loved being outside for his work. He loved the learning process, his favorites being waste diversion, vermiculture, composting and of course, the farm piece. He mostly loved all of the people of Pittsboro. It's the kind of place that everyone waves to each other. The kind of place that sees rain for 2 days and wonders when their signature sun will return. The kind of place that supports local business. A real gem.
But lucky me, he loves me more than any career and is happy to return to be with me, our elle dog, and now the new member that's a brewin'. Plus, talking on cell phones is never great for getting important decisions made. It will be a blessing just to see his face over a nice dinner that I may, or may not be able to stomach.
We certainly did not plan to get pregnant right now. But alas, plans are never really our own anyway it seems. The Universe, or God, or Nature definitely has a sense of humor. Regardless, we are so excited!
We don't know if Steve's return is for good, temporary until the house situation gets figured out, or until baby Voller graces us with his/her presence, but we are at least together, and that, my friends, is how it should be. Anyone who has spent any time with the two of us knows the truth of that statement.
Until next time, my faithful readers, when the Voller Saga Continues...
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Gifts of Pittsboro
And so, the adventure continues, starring Steve the hero, j the princess, and elle the mighty black steed.
Elle and Princess J galloped at a heated pace down south to Pittsboro-oria. The mission was clear. 2 weeks, although trite to some, was too long for our characters. We were missing each other's presence terribly! Finally, after what felt like 2 years the 3 were reunited on X-Campbell road heading towards Old graham.
A 14 hour journey made horse and rider sorry guests for the first evening. But just the act of laying head to pillow together was enough.
The days passed too quickly. Tours of Pittsboro and the outer cities were traveled, farms were toured from car window, elle's black ears flapping wildly as she sniffed all the new smells. A wonderful passive solar house on 7 acres for rent on a hill top overlooking a valley to the foothills was viewed and is now the new Voller homestead come end December. Dinners were shared. People were met. (we were invited to Mayor Vollers New Years Eve Party!) We headed back to nap on days well spent. The day is November 4th. The time 4pm.
I suppose life thinks it's funny. As the control freak of the relationship, you'd suppose j at least saw this coming! This could be too much information for some -- if so, scroll down. But if you've got a stomach for science read on. You may remember in a previous entry a mention of an ovarian cyst rupture. Yep. Well, as you know, j's system isn't the most reliable being on average a 75 day cycle. Basically she skips months. So, October was a skipping month until the cyst ruptured. We guess j ovulated when she wasn't suppose to. And, well, said goodbye to Steve.
So here we are 800 miles away and somehow the universe decides they'll shake things up.
Yes. That's TWO pink lines. Not one. TWO pink lines. And yes, that means what you think it means.
Against all odds!
Man, when the Vollers start shaking things up, watch out!
Although we are only 5 weeks along with the little Voller we figured we wanted to tell all of our close friends to get their energy, their support and their love vibes through the air whether north or south. We figured we would need all of your support in any case, so we're out with it!
Without further ado, with excitement, shock and amazing awe we announce --
Baby Voller. Due July 2007.
Elle and Princess J galloped at a heated pace down south to Pittsboro-oria. The mission was clear. 2 weeks, although trite to some, was too long for our characters. We were missing each other's presence terribly! Finally, after what felt like 2 years the 3 were reunited on X-Campbell road heading towards Old graham.
A 14 hour journey made horse and rider sorry guests for the first evening. But just the act of laying head to pillow together was enough.
The days passed too quickly. Tours of Pittsboro and the outer cities were traveled, farms were toured from car window, elle's black ears flapping wildly as she sniffed all the new smells. A wonderful passive solar house on 7 acres for rent on a hill top overlooking a valley to the foothills was viewed and is now the new Voller homestead come end December. Dinners were shared. People were met. (we were invited to Mayor Vollers New Years Eve Party!) We headed back to nap on days well spent. The day is November 4th. The time 4pm.
I suppose life thinks it's funny. As the control freak of the relationship, you'd suppose j at least saw this coming! This could be too much information for some -- if so, scroll down. But if you've got a stomach for science read on. You may remember in a previous entry a mention of an ovarian cyst rupture. Yep. Well, as you know, j's system isn't the most reliable being on average a 75 day cycle. Basically she skips months. So, October was a skipping month until the cyst ruptured. We guess j ovulated when she wasn't suppose to. And, well, said goodbye to Steve.
So here we are 800 miles away and somehow the universe decides they'll shake things up.
Yes. That's TWO pink lines. Not one. TWO pink lines. And yes, that means what you think it means.
Against all odds!
Man, when the Vollers start shaking things up, watch out!
Although we are only 5 weeks along with the little Voller we figured we wanted to tell all of our close friends to get their energy, their support and their love vibes through the air whether north or south. We figured we would need all of your support in any case, so we're out with it!
Without further ado, with excitement, shock and amazing awe we announce --
Baby Voller. Due July 2007.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Week One
I know many folks are steepling their fingers under a firmed jaw, staring out a window, pondering as the leaves rush to their autumn grave. Thoughts to Steve drift from their mind up to the chilled October air of Michigan, warming their way through the Appalachian mists and then east to Pittsboro. What is that young pioneer been up to in his first week?
Steve arrived safe and sound in the twilight after 13 hours of driving. All items in said S-10 truck still intake, thank you road gods. His drive was beautiful and he was welcomed warmly with a glass of vino and good friends.
Steve's first week included a whirlwind tour of Pittsboro, a meet and greet with Doug Jones, farmer king who also gave him a dresser to use, a vermiculture class with the teacher being a fellow Fenton-ite from Michigan, digging of trenches to solve a water problem at the plant with Amanda, his new buddy of compost and vermi-passion, driving the big biodiesel truck with Evan and learning, yet again, what it's like to be a truck driver (Steve used to deliver granite to the Chicago area for those that do not know). And well, folks that's not all.
Steve was lucky enough to arrive on site just two days before the Piedmont Halloween Party! Steve wore a purple wig and I'll get a picture of that hopefully soon for all to reminisce to the time when Steve had crazy 80's hair. The band played. Zafer, Lyle's son, got up to play guitar with the band. The mayor, Randolph Voller (OH, yeah! We're distantly related the mayor of Pittsboro! Uncanny!), dressed as a drunk Santa was present and full of jolly. Even one of Pittsboro's fine judiciary members came to actually judge the costume contest! What a concept! The folks that actually run the town are out with the commoners all active in pursuing a bigger vision of sustainability. That is true American democracy in action! The kings are in the fields with the peasants!
By nights end, everyone was warm with wine and good company and Steve was playing bass with the band, warming his cold fingers with each THAWAK to the strings. Turns out the band is losing their bass player and Steve has a new bunch of music friends to jam on with.
And wait, yes, there's still more. Yesterday Steve has a meeting with Lyle, Jeff, and Doug to discuss the farm's beginnings. Odd to be discussing beginnings in this time of seasonal death, but alas, even under frozen ground, fall plantings are still stirring, waiting... It was a wonderful meeting Steve tells me, and he is inspired to the umpth degree.
All in week one, my friends.
J and pup are getting on. J loves her new job baking. It's like being back in Grandma Nellie's kitchen but we're cooking for 100's! I not only bake the classics, bread, cookies etc... but I've tried my powdery hands at a Lavender Vegan Cake, Gluten-Free bread, Challah, as well as Knishs. J hopes to continue baking once down south it is so much fun! We're keeping warm as frost crisps the morning ground to a white crunch here in Michigan, and keeping ourselves busy watching our Tigers in the World Series! Go DETROIT!!!
Till next time.
Steve arrived safe and sound in the twilight after 13 hours of driving. All items in said S-10 truck still intake, thank you road gods. His drive was beautiful and he was welcomed warmly with a glass of vino and good friends.
Steve's first week included a whirlwind tour of Pittsboro, a meet and greet with Doug Jones, farmer king who also gave him a dresser to use, a vermiculture class with the teacher being a fellow Fenton-ite from Michigan, digging of trenches to solve a water problem at the plant with Amanda, his new buddy of compost and vermi-passion, driving the big biodiesel truck with Evan and learning, yet again, what it's like to be a truck driver (Steve used to deliver granite to the Chicago area for those that do not know). And well, folks that's not all.
Steve was lucky enough to arrive on site just two days before the Piedmont Halloween Party! Steve wore a purple wig and I'll get a picture of that hopefully soon for all to reminisce to the time when Steve had crazy 80's hair. The band played. Zafer, Lyle's son, got up to play guitar with the band. The mayor, Randolph Voller (OH, yeah! We're distantly related the mayor of Pittsboro! Uncanny!), dressed as a drunk Santa was present and full of jolly. Even one of Pittsboro's fine judiciary members came to actually judge the costume contest! What a concept! The folks that actually run the town are out with the commoners all active in pursuing a bigger vision of sustainability. That is true American democracy in action! The kings are in the fields with the peasants!
By nights end, everyone was warm with wine and good company and Steve was playing bass with the band, warming his cold fingers with each THAWAK to the strings. Turns out the band is losing their bass player and Steve has a new bunch of music friends to jam on with.
And wait, yes, there's still more. Yesterday Steve has a meeting with Lyle, Jeff, and Doug to discuss the farm's beginnings. Odd to be discussing beginnings in this time of seasonal death, but alas, even under frozen ground, fall plantings are still stirring, waiting... It was a wonderful meeting Steve tells me, and he is inspired to the umpth degree.
All in week one, my friends.
J and pup are getting on. J loves her new job baking. It's like being back in Grandma Nellie's kitchen but we're cooking for 100's! I not only bake the classics, bread, cookies etc... but I've tried my powdery hands at a Lavender Vegan Cake, Gluten-Free bread, Challah, as well as Knishs. J hopes to continue baking once down south it is so much fun! We're keeping warm as frost crisps the morning ground to a white crunch here in Michigan, and keeping ourselves busy watching our Tigers in the World Series! Go DETROIT!!!
Till next time.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
The Call to Adventure
"The call to adventure signifies that destiny has summoned the hero and transferred his spiritual center of gravity from within the pale of this society to a zone unknown." -- Joseph Campbell.
Today, Steve has heeded his call to adventure. At 6:30am he set off into the sunrise into this zone unknown so "doors can open where there were no doors before." (another Campbell nod, if I may.)
And always on this road of adventure - the hero's journey - the hero himself is fraught with obstacles great and small, with tests that tempt his will and shatter his thoughts of what was. The giant river snake may steal his mighty sword. The crushing storm while at sea may all but drown the hero. The outlaws may have their way with his purse of gold on the trail through the forest. But the true hero never lets these obstacles get in his way. In the end the princess is always saved, the castle is always standing and the hero is a greater, deeper and more profound person than when the journey began.
And just as it is in mythology, it is in life, we have found these past few months of the first steps of the hero's journey. Our hero, Steve, has had to slay the leaky basement river giant. The crushing storm came in the form of an ovarian cyst rupture in the night from his queen, j. And the outlaws took $$$$.$$ to fix the car. Yet, the hero is off to new lands: To North Carolina! Off to more new adventures: To BioFuel Mania. To a farm of plenty. Off to new townfolk we hope to bond with readily.
Everyone light a candle, say a prayer, meditate, or have a moment of silence for Steve's journey. His queen, jeannie, and faithful steed, ellie girl, are awaiting their reunite with baited breath. Until then queen jeannie will bake bread with the castle chef Fouad Catrib and rub down a few knights and maidens in distress until such time as they can't take it anymore, j finds a job downsouth or the castle is handed over to the new lords and ladies.
Until next time... when they all live happily ever after.
Today, Steve has heeded his call to adventure. At 6:30am he set off into the sunrise into this zone unknown so "doors can open where there were no doors before." (another Campbell nod, if I may.)
And always on this road of adventure - the hero's journey - the hero himself is fraught with obstacles great and small, with tests that tempt his will and shatter his thoughts of what was. The giant river snake may steal his mighty sword. The crushing storm while at sea may all but drown the hero. The outlaws may have their way with his purse of gold on the trail through the forest. But the true hero never lets these obstacles get in his way. In the end the princess is always saved, the castle is always standing and the hero is a greater, deeper and more profound person than when the journey began.
And just as it is in mythology, it is in life, we have found these past few months of the first steps of the hero's journey. Our hero, Steve, has had to slay the leaky basement river giant. The crushing storm came in the form of an ovarian cyst rupture in the night from his queen, j. And the outlaws took $$$$.$$ to fix the car. Yet, the hero is off to new lands: To North Carolina! Off to more new adventures: To BioFuel Mania. To a farm of plenty. Off to new townfolk we hope to bond with readily.
Everyone light a candle, say a prayer, meditate, or have a moment of silence for Steve's journey. His queen, jeannie, and faithful steed, ellie girl, are awaiting their reunite with baited breath. Until then queen jeannie will bake bread with the castle chef Fouad Catrib and rub down a few knights and maidens in distress until such time as they can't take it anymore, j finds a job downsouth or the castle is handed over to the new lords and ladies.
Until next time... when they all live happily ever after.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Chef's Garden of Ohio
Lyle of Piedmont and Sandi of ECO had asked us if we'd stop by on our way down. Yes, yes! Of course we'll visit Chef's Garden of Ohio, we had said! Farm tours! Can there be anything more exciting to anticipate?! To us, not much.
Excitement stirred. Curiousity peaked. J made the call.
"We no longer do tours," the other end of the phone line stated.
"You don't? Not even to other farmers in other states who want to learn from you and try to emulate what you do to keep food in our restaurants more local?" I asked.
"No. No tours anymore. We have very high safety standards that we follow and we choose to take the highest precautions. We even wear lab coats and gloves. The temperature environments are strickly controlled..."
"Oh. Ok. I understand that's important with serving the public," I said, disappointment oozing. "So, if we want to learn from you we just have your website?"
"Yep that's right."
Hmmm.... so here's the website. Read and be enlightened, I suppose.
www.chefsgarden.com
Excitement stirred. Curiousity peaked. J made the call.
"We no longer do tours," the other end of the phone line stated.
"You don't? Not even to other farmers in other states who want to learn from you and try to emulate what you do to keep food in our restaurants more local?" I asked.
"No. No tours anymore. We have very high safety standards that we follow and we choose to take the highest precautions. We even wear lab coats and gloves. The temperature environments are strickly controlled..."
"Oh. Ok. I understand that's important with serving the public," I said, disappointment oozing. "So, if we want to learn from you we just have your website?"
"Yep that's right."
Hmmm.... so here's the website. Read and be enlightened, I suppose.
www.chefsgarden.com
Friday, September 22, 2006
Home Selling Chopping Block
You may ask yourself, what are those Vollers up to???
The Carolina’s are wondering, when will they set foot on southern soil!?
The Michiganders are pondering, when are they leaving the north grounds!?
Well, all decisions rested upon but a pile of well placed wood planks and ceramic tile. And a fine bunch of wood it is.
Ahhh, home selling: One of the most time consuming and stressing events to invade our supple minds. Although, there is some sun upon the Lake Michigan horizon! We found a reasonable realtor that we both like. Eric Webster. He works his butt off and we connected to him on personal levels as well... meditation, peace, music, following passions...
Ironically, during his visit, our phone rang. Once he had left and we had shaken hands with the trust that we would reconnect soon, we listened to our message. It was from a new RN at the hospital j worked at. Turns out he found out that we were selling our house and him and his wife and new born are looking for a house in Rockford.
They came over the next day and we felt an instant connection with them. Our price is right in the price that they were looking, they liked the house, and said they’d get back to us in a week after discussing and talking finances. But alas, we found out the next week that the house wasn’t for them. Ahhh, deep sigh!
So, please join us in meditating, praying, wishing on stars, and on fallen eyelashes that some Grand Rapidian realizes their destiny in the 13 Mile Home :)
During all of this we have also been tirelessly doing home projects each night. Anyone who’s visited our home may be sad to learn that the wall of photos and philosophical musings that covered the refrigerator has been taken down. All “clutter” has been hidden. Dents are painted over. Fresh black mulch laid around the flowers. Front door is painted. The great game of “Curb appeal.” If you’d like to see our cute abode or know anyone who may desire a spin through the golden 40’s go to:
http://www.isellgrandrapids.com/DispListing.asp?ListingID=85205&AdminID=330&PropertyType=A&BuyerID=
See more pictures of the inside at http://www.grar.com/. Our MLS # is G574117. Enjoy!
So now that it's on the market and the Fates have their wispy Greek fingers intertwined in the outcome and the Sirens scream the Pittsboro call, we should see you all at Piedmont in around 2 weeks.
The Carolina’s are wondering, when will they set foot on southern soil!?
The Michiganders are pondering, when are they leaving the north grounds!?
Well, all decisions rested upon but a pile of well placed wood planks and ceramic tile. And a fine bunch of wood it is.
Ahhh, home selling: One of the most time consuming and stressing events to invade our supple minds. Although, there is some sun upon the Lake Michigan horizon! We found a reasonable realtor that we both like. Eric Webster. He works his butt off and we connected to him on personal levels as well... meditation, peace, music, following passions...
Ironically, during his visit, our phone rang. Once he had left and we had shaken hands with the trust that we would reconnect soon, we listened to our message. It was from a new RN at the hospital j worked at. Turns out he found out that we were selling our house and him and his wife and new born are looking for a house in Rockford.
They came over the next day and we felt an instant connection with them. Our price is right in the price that they were looking, they liked the house, and said they’d get back to us in a week after discussing and talking finances. But alas, we found out the next week that the house wasn’t for them. Ahhh, deep sigh!
So, please join us in meditating, praying, wishing on stars, and on fallen eyelashes that some Grand Rapidian realizes their destiny in the 13 Mile Home :)
During all of this we have also been tirelessly doing home projects each night. Anyone who’s visited our home may be sad to learn that the wall of photos and philosophical musings that covered the refrigerator has been taken down. All “clutter” has been hidden. Dents are painted over. Fresh black mulch laid around the flowers. Front door is painted. The great game of “Curb appeal.” If you’d like to see our cute abode or know anyone who may desire a spin through the golden 40’s go to:
http://www.isellgrandrapids.com/DispListing.asp?ListingID=85205&AdminID=330&PropertyType=A&BuyerID=
See more pictures of the inside at http://www.grar.com/. Our MLS # is G574117. Enjoy!
So now that it's on the market and the Fates have their wispy Greek fingers intertwined in the outcome and the Sirens scream the Pittsboro call, we should see you all at Piedmont in around 2 weeks.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
The Vollers Going South!
Who knew!?
East? Very possible, seeing as j lived in NYC and steve in good ol' Boston.
West? Conceivable: j was born out west and steve has yet to see the Rockies.
North? We live in Michigan...we're already north! More north and we'd be in Canada... well, we'll see in November 2008. :)
South? ummmm.... nope, never saw that coming.
But now the adventure begins! To sunny and green Pittsboro, North Carolina. Michigan is green, indeed, but sunny... well, 265 days a year it's said to be cloudy or partly cloudy here... so for a mere 100 days a year, watch it shine!Why do our little Voller feet go padding along I-75 South towards NC? 2 words: BioDiesel and Organic Farming. Ok, that was 3.
We have been graciously granted employment with Piedmont Industrial, THE leading producers of BioDiesel on the East Coast run by the famous "Bono of BioFuels" Lyle Estill, and his compadres, Rachel Burton and Leif Forer. Not only are we going to be involved with this up and coming blast of energy alternative bliss, but we are going to be apprenticing Mr. Doug Jones, organic farmer extraordinaire, on the Piedmont BioVeggie project. Yeah, we know. A total dream! Those Vollers are such lucky folk!
We decided to start this blog to keep in contact with the northern kin as we travel afar, as well as for our new southern fam' as a means to get to know us, and well... this blog stuff is pretty damn cool.
So off we go! Tune in next time to hear more of the Voller's Great Adventure!
East? Very possible, seeing as j lived in NYC and steve in good ol' Boston.
West? Conceivable: j was born out west and steve has yet to see the Rockies.
North? We live in Michigan...we're already north! More north and we'd be in Canada... well, we'll see in November 2008. :)
South? ummmm.... nope, never saw that coming.
But now the adventure begins! To sunny and green Pittsboro, North Carolina. Michigan is green, indeed, but sunny... well, 265 days a year it's said to be cloudy or partly cloudy here... so for a mere 100 days a year, watch it shine!Why do our little Voller feet go padding along I-75 South towards NC? 2 words: BioDiesel and Organic Farming. Ok, that was 3.
We have been graciously granted employment with Piedmont Industrial, THE leading producers of BioDiesel on the East Coast run by the famous "Bono of BioFuels" Lyle Estill, and his compadres, Rachel Burton and Leif Forer. Not only are we going to be involved with this up and coming blast of energy alternative bliss, but we are going to be apprenticing Mr. Doug Jones, organic farmer extraordinaire, on the Piedmont BioVeggie project. Yeah, we know. A total dream! Those Vollers are such lucky folk!
We decided to start this blog to keep in contact with the northern kin as we travel afar, as well as for our new southern fam' as a means to get to know us, and well... this blog stuff is pretty damn cool.
So off we go! Tune in next time to hear more of the Voller's Great Adventure!
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