It’s funny sometimes, what affects us when we aren’t paying attention. And then when we least expect it, WHAM! We’re sitting in the bathroom trying to compose ourselves because our husband wouldn’t really understand and if he saw us getting emotional over some dude we never even MET before; he might start to worry that…
...deep in the woods
Category Archives: Friendship
Hollywood comes to Chatham, NY
As you might imagine, we don’t get too much excitement in this neck of the woods (literally – I live in the woods). The rain this summer has been the biggest story (which is understandable, since it’s rained almost every single day since May, and has caused some massive flooding damage). So when Ang Lee…
Happy belated birthday USA
So as you may have noticed, I missed about a month’s worth of posting. I’ve been, um, busy. Complaining about the weather has taken much of my time, as has remembering to pick up the Bunker Monkey from the bottom of the driveway Every. Single. Day. It’s a rough life. I don’t know how I…
My monkey, let me show you him
Every parent out there will tell you that sometimes, there’s nothing you can do to avoid being embarrassed by your kids. People who don’t have kids, or who haven’t had kids living with them for a very long time (I’m looking at you, mom) probably don’t remember this, but it’s true. Spend any amount of…
O, the embarrassment
We all have our skeletons. Secrets we don’t want anyone to know. Sometimes, it’s better to get them out in the open (sometimes, not). In this blog’s newfound spirit of openness, I’ll let you all in on a little secret that’s been haunting me for 18 years. Below are a couple of pictures that you…
He's gone
It’s done. He’s gone. I’m not sure if I’m sad or happy. Five minutes ago I watched my kid, little Bunker Monkey, climb on the big yellow bus to go to his first day of kindergarten. Up until today, I’ve been nothing but happy at the thought of 7 uninterrupted child-free hours. As I was…
Friendship is…
Friendship is buying your friend a pair of hooker-licous brown velvet platform sandals that she wanted but didn’t buy for herself because they just weren’t practical. Friendship is asking your friend what she thinks about your garden, and then using those ideas, even though you were trained as a horticulturist at an ivy league school….
Yes, and then no
Guess where I’m going tomorrow? Go ahead, guess. You’ll never guess. Guess. Guess! If you guessed that I was going to visit my old stomping grounds (aka NYC), you’d be… Wrong. Yeh, I’m disappointed too. Maybe even a little more than you. I should back up and tell you the whole story. I was supposed…
Bloody murder
It wasn’t until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead. [Cell Block Tango, Chicago] That was what ran through my head as I was raspberry picking with my crazy friend, Amy, and she showed me the raspberry juice DRIPPING off her hands like fresh blood. I…
Thank you
Thank you to Mother Nature, for providing us with an absolutely gorgeous day yesterday to ride the motorcycles to Vermont. Thank you, state of Vermont, for the magnificent roads. Thank you, A and J, for getting me into motorcycling – you will never know how much it has added to my life. And thank you,…
The only way out is through
That’s something my old employers used to like to say. I don’t give a ton of credence to a lot of what they used to say, because, well, I stopped drinking the Kool Aid the day I stopped working there. But for some reason that saying has stuck with me – probably because it’s such…
