Tuesday, March 31, 2009


Have you seen these? I know that water bottles are everywhere and have been posted to death but aren't they really like shoes? Can you really have enough? I think I need that "nautilus" one like yesterday
all available at : www.earthlust.com

The Stuff Of Nightmares

God! It makes me queasy just posting that pic.
I live on a huge beautiful pond (in these parts we call all lakes no matter how big "ponds") it is spring-fed and lovely and I can't bring myself to swim in it. I will canoe out with the kids and hang out in the canoe or on the "beach" while they swim but I just can't bring myself to do it. Why? Because ever since I was a little kid growing up in NYC I have been terrified of natural bodies of water because I am convinced there are shopping carts submerged down there waiting to entangle me.... This is the stuff of nightmares my friends. Nightmares.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Valve Stem Story

Sooo, gentle readers, this might bore a good number of you. Well, since I probably have three readers, it might bore two of you. Anyhoo...You know the little thingy that you use to put air into your tires? I just learned today it is called a valve stem. Well, one of mine was broken. It was leaking air and every time I tried to put air into my tire it just leaked out more. So off I went to the local tire place and a nice guy came out to the lot and looked at my offending stem and informed me that they couldn't fix it because it has a sensor built into it that lets me know when my tires are low. (so that's what that light meant!) I don't know about you, but I've lived just fine without this help for many a year now... So he told me I would have to take it to my dealership to get fixed. Very long, boring story short - After sitting in the waiting room at the dealership for an hour and a half with a BLARING TV inside the room, and BLARING MUSIC dirrectly outside the room a la Abercrombie and Fitch, they charged me $190! To fix the little thing on your tire that you pump air through!

Yeah, that thing!

It seems that because of the sensor, I had to get a whole new tire with a new sensor installed into the new little valve stem and then they had to link up the new sensor to the computer in the car -


The first local tire place told me (before they knew about the sensor) that it would have cost me approximately $8. So I paid a difference of $182 so that the car will inform me of something that I can see the minute I walk out to my driveway. And all of this brings me to.......... I was so disgusted today that I stopped at Pier One and got one of these:

It's way bigger than I thought it would be (that's what she said!)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I think my bulldog has a side job......

The Godfather

You've all seen my bulldog by now. I think he is working side jobs to pay for his habbits and vices. Modeling. Product Development. The Godfather (?)
He's probably bringing in more cash than me.

A Visit From Groverland..

Wouldn't you just love to get this little pitcher filled wtih flowers for Mother's Day? I'd be all "Yeah! That's right!"

On sale at : www.groveronthebog.com

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Hairpins Made In Groverland

All for sale at my shop:

Living On a Bog Perk (or) Peepers Kick Ass

One great thing about living of a cranberry bog is that way, way earlier than anywhere else - it begins. The peepers are here and singing! It might still be in the 40s here, but damn, it sure sounds like a summer evening out there. My bedroom window faces the bog and is about 25 or 30 feet away from it's edge. We can crack the window open and fall asleep listening to them.
Ahhh, pseudo-summer.

So wantable!

How much better would your morning be if you could wake up to this happy bird? http://www.fredflare.com

Again - with the yellow obsession from www.fredflare.com

So cute with a pair of strappy flat sandals www.fredflare.com

These just appeal so much to my dorky-chic side

Monday, March 16, 2009

The City Mouse and The Country Mouse

I grew up in NYC.
I married the son of a dairy farmer I met through my best friend in college.
Now I live on the edge of my cranberry bog on the edge of the country out by Cape Cod.
At their young ages, my kids know how to hand-scoop cranberries, they learned to swim in our pond. They know what frost tolerance is. They know how to feed a baby calf. They know hawks and owls and frogs and turtles.
Sometimes I miss the city and I bring the kids back to visit that incredible place and their family.
They know how to hail a cab. They know how to navigate the subways of NY, their heads bobbing as they fall asleep like little commuters. They know what the bus stop abreviations mean. They know diversity. They know skylines and bridges and ferries. They know Grand Central and South Ferry.
City Mice, Country mice. I like that very much.

Friday, March 13, 2009

New Residents of Groverland...

Two More Players In The Show......


Let me introduce you gentle reader, to two more individuals that will be making appearances once and again.... if I don't commit caninocide first. They actually are very sweet for bears of little brain. Well, the big white one is .............the little Basenji gives me a nervous tic.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My Cranky Bog

Well, its almost that time of year. The cranky bog will be starting to stir. It's blanket of snow has been melted away (for now) and pretty soon it will be asking for "just five more minutes of sleep" and then Mother Nature will screech "Roll your ass up! You have a job to do! What do you think? That I can do everything for you??!" Mother Nature can really be battleaxe. But for now...still quiet.

Well, I'm New At this So:

In my last post I wrote "Wang Theather" and I can't seem to get in to change it so I'm changing it here - "Wang Theater"

A Little Culture..

see my foot? These are my favorite shoes

the ceiling over our box

My girls and I went to the Boston Ballet this past weekend and got all cultured-up. We saw a three part production called Jewels. The Wang Theater is so very beautiful. **giggle** I can't say "Wang Theather" without giggling cause I'm just that mature....

Saturday, March 7, 2009

A Few Visitors From Groverland...

A couple of the newest residents of Groverland....

The Cranberry Bog Is Sleeping..... Shhhhh.

Cranberry bogs sleep in winter. So there is not much to show to you all right now. But when my bog wakes in the spring and like an angry bear and says "WTF!" "Whaaaa?" "Where am I...G-Damn!" which should be in about a month...I'll be posting you guys a blow-by-blow on the care and raising of a bog.