Superstition & Terrified Hitchhikers.

And now, for your Monday reading enjoyment, I present to you: The Keeliest Thing I’ve Ever Done. Our story starts on Thursday afternoon, right when the girls and I pulled into the garage after gymnastics class. As I parked, I thought I spied a grasshopper to the side of the car; as I opened the backseat doors to free my various children I affirmed that, yes, a cute little grasshopper was by one of the tires. However, by the time {Read More}

Ramping Up To 2 (And A Recap).

Friends, we are entering Birthday Week for one Miss Susannah Zuzu Suzy Mae MonkeyGirl. And everyone knows that “2” is a mammoth birthday. Much bigger than “1.” Especially when one is about to turn “2.” This past weekend, little missypie Zu was lucky enough to celebrate with our Cincinnati family- which just so happens to include her godmother. I mean, REALLY. So there was cake. And cupcakes. And Winnie the Pooh figurines. And her Nat Nat made French-inspired sherbet pineapple desserts {Read More}

Lying To The Neighbors At La Bodega.

I’ve lived in this neighborhood for a little over four years now. It’s a heavily Hispanic neighborhood and granted, I took Spanish from 8th grade until senior year (with a bit of wandertacular time/lost course hours spent in the theatre corridors), but in the face of people who Actually Speak The Language Fulltime…well, I get what I refer to as Shy Spanish. Meaning I can easily (and quietly) say hola, wish some a buenos noches, and give directions to el {Read More}

In Case You Missed It…

Friends, I’ve decided to do a wrap-up post for this week? Why? Let’s break it down: -I’ve been lucky enough to have bunches o’ things posted around the internets…-I’ve been purty awful about the self-promotion of such…-I’ve been super, super warm this week…-Which doesn’t excuse laziness…-But yeah, I’m gonna play that card today. (I’m also pretty terrible at lists.) SO. I call this In Case You Missed It/In Case I Never Told You About It (catchy and passive!): On Friday, my {Read More}

Keely’s Best Weekend Ever (AKA Who’s Paying For All These Sitters?)

So here’s what’s happened since we last spoke… An Awesome Weekend (’cause yeah, I’m totally channeling college and pretending that Thursday is “the weekend”): I met up with a bunch o’ bloggy pals on Thursday (although not nearly enough- it was sadly but a mere cross-section of the girls with whom I wanted to dine and shriek and hold hands)… Even though we were seated at a table for 20, Kristin and I pretended to be on a super romantic {Read More}

Best Friends You Haven’t Yet Met.

In seventh grade, I had a pen pal who lived in Colorado. Through our respective English classes, we wrote weekly letters to each others’ schools: What’s your town like? Do you play any sports? Isn’t my English teacher the best? (In case the letters were being monitored.) After school let out for the summer, we decided to keep writing- after all, this was pre-email (well, all but the most basic and expensive email, that is) and, growing up in Massachusetts, {Read More}

Officer, I’d Like To Report A Herbicide.

When P.J. and I moved in together, we received a housewarming plant. And even though I have a solid track record of alternating between over-loving plants (watering and pruning within an inch of their lives) and letting them die slow, neglected deaths, I seemed to be doing okay with Planty. Even when I didn’t allow for proper drainage, Planty persevered. And that time[s] I forgot to water Planty for roughly three weeks, he still grew another inch.  We had a {Read More}

Four Years Young!

Not a single thing has changed. (Enjoy it now,you ridiculously well-rested fool.) Lollygag Blog turned four years old yesterday. Which means that it’s now bossy, energetic, and decently good with the English language. (Up to a point.)What started out as a writing exercise to keep myself motivated for plays/diverted from checking my Facebook status every three minutes has turned into a cheerful time-suck of epic proportions.Let’s take a look back to what we were blogging about during that first year, {Read More}