This might just be my favorite new billboard- and that’s saying a ton– courtesy of my big sis Kate: Oh, Pittsfield. Thank you for your stellar advertising skillz. Let’s dissect, shall we? Happy birthday, Margaret! One hundred years…wow! That’s certainly something to…wait a sec. Who did you say was sponsoring this? Devanny Condron? The funeral home? Well, enjoy it now, Margaret. As Kate said- “Devanny Condron is waiting for you.” Now, personally, I’d like to be feted by sugar free Red {Read More}
Wanna try for seven?
April 29, 2010 By 5 Comments
And now- An Open Letter To My Daughter, Currently Crawling On My Lap and Chewing On My Hoodie: Dear Nora Jane, Happy six months! We [you] did it! In honor of this momentous occasion, I’d like to point out a few key things that you’ve done to make us better people/grownups/housecleaners. 1) Since I found out about “you,” and since the date of your arrival, all of my fears and nervous energies and unfocused creativities have channeled themselves into a new {Read More}
It’s wick!
April 22, 2010 By 7 Comments
This past weekend we jaunted over to the Elston Farmer’s Market Garden Center– don’t let the “farmer’s market” part fool you, it was more “garden center” than anything else. Although they had a really sweet selection of stone mushrooms to decorate one’s yard- but I guess that’s pretty “garden,” too. We walked away with, among other things, marigolds, a rose bush, a peony and a raspberry plant. The reasons (besides the fact that it’s really fun to buy things) are {Read More}
Just wait…
April 15, 2010 By 14 Comments
Today is stunningly gorgeous in the fair(ish) city of Chi. Like, running barefoot across the adjacent blanket in Millennium Park gorgeous. And then apologizing, for you were just trying to get a free bag of ComEd popcorn before the movie started. Which won’t happen this year because the city hates my personal view of fun. But I think you get the picture. Sometimes days this lovely have the unexpected effect of making me sad. The ‘early Sunday evening’ or ‘end of summer’ {Read More}
Starin’ down the business end of 29.
June 5, 2009 By 5 Comments
Or as my sis Kate tells me- The Beginning of My 30th Year. (Not helpful. Accurate, but still unneccessary.) And my youngest sister Emma insists that ’30’ is still technically one’s late ’20s. “I mean, it’s 30, but whatever.” Okie doke! But that is for another year. This is the era where ’28’ passes off the baton to ’29’- more like ’28’ shoves the baton into ’29’s’ reluctant palms like it’s covered in a swine flu/strep amalgamation (currently running rampart {Read More}
