In Honor of Campbell

My first job was like most firsts: a series of exciting, nerve-wracking, sweaty-palmed moments that challenged my intellect, self-esteem, and sense of self.  When I started my first job, I had no money in the bank, no place of my own, and no car.

Until... [insert dreamy music]... Campbell.  Campbell made me feel independent. Sporty. Professional. "Arrived."

Campbell was my first car, a 1991 Plymouth Colt and a sweet ride.  He was sporty red, a fine zippy little compact car that threw me with abandon onto the Mass. Turnpike in the morning and showered me with tunes during the evening commute home down Route 9, when I was feeling adventurous. He took me into Boston on the weekend, and around the state, with amazing fuel economy and eager, childlike attempts at acceleration (V-4, baby!).

He carried me and my friends to concerts, bars and special events, and was home to my first kiss with my now-husband (and that's all I can say about that, eager readers).  If Campbell could talk, he'd have tales to tell... that would sell for no more than $49.99 to the tabloids. 

Now I drive a silver 2005 Toyota Sienna minivan. It's practical, adventurous, efficient, and has lots of junk in the trunk... just like her owner.  Anyone know a good dealership for crossovers?


Summer's here, and the time is right...

Okay, move down on my blog, Facebook for Rabbits post. (Favorite post of all time.)

The summer's officially here, our summer vaca is booked, and the kids are gearing up for the best summer camp/football and cheerleading season ever. Life is good. As the song goes, "Summer's here, and the time is right... for dancin' in the streets!" (Except don't really dance in the streets... dance in your house with the blinds down, or you'll be dancin' in a white room with a special white jacket.)

In New England, summer is a very special time. Heck, it's the only time guaranteed not to snow and we don't wear as many layers in the summer. Summer is a great time to strip off the layers of clutter and whatever brings you down. It's time to be lazy, to take time for yourself, for reflection. It's time for flip flops, and cheesy novels on the beach with a drippy ice cream sandwich interrupted by, "GET BACK HERE AND PUT YOUR SUNBLOCK ON!"

Summer is a great time to channel positive energy and sunlight into some really great things... fall vacation planning, your career, reconnecting with old friends, taking some chances, even riding roller coasters. Whee! Summer's here... let the sack race that is summer begin!