I’ve mentioned before that I grew up in a beautiful small town in Southern Vermont. The house in which I was raised sits on a pretty good-sized plot with a nice big front yard and acres of field in the back. Certainly the land was big enough to farm but my parents (more gray [...]
Posts Tagged ‘parents’
The Bears and the Bees
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged nature, parents, Vermont, wedding on June 2, 2010 | 11 Comments »
I’ll Tell You But Only Because You Can’t Come Rob Us.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dog, John Denver, Marblehead, music, packing, parents, Vermont on April 21, 2010 | 7 Comments »
Since Husband is more than a little convinced that if I blog about going away for a few days, we will return to a house stripped for parts like an old Chevy, I wouldn’t normally tell you this. But, because he’s not joining us and would therefore greet you with at the door with a [...]
Dick
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dog, marriage, money, parents, pets, Vermont on March 11, 2010 | 8 Comments »
When I was a little girl (an only child growing up in a small Vermont village), my parents seemed particularly concerned with not spoiling me. They started out a newly-married couple without much more than their degrees (Tuck Business School and Wells College), entrepreneurial spirits and a love of the country life. They weren’t [...]
What’s a Serial Swooper?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged conversations, marriage, parents, swooping, Vermont on January 11, 2010 | 2 Comments »
When my friend Liza, who was my matron of honor (she hated the “matron” part) and is undoubtedly my most-tenured friend, recently asked me what the hell a “Serial Swooper” was, I realized I probably owe anyone reading this blog an explanation on its title. Because, if Liza doesn’t get it….probably no one gets it. [...]
I resolve…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Big Brother, Facebook, friendships, lingerie, Little Brother, marriage, parents, resolutions, Weight Watchers, YMCA on January 4, 2010 | 1 Comment »
…to get with the program again after two long weeks of not Watching my Weight. This includes but is not limited to refusing any and all invitations from my sweet children to “have some, Mommy?” when the item in question comes from the frozen foods section or comes with a packet of bright orange powder. [...]
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