What a wonky start to the day. It’s Monday, it’s boiling hot, it’s swamptacular…and it’s- quite unexpectedly- my day off. Mr. C has a raging fever (feel better, li’l man) and- even worse- it was supposed to be his first day of camp. And his counselor’s name is Nora. And he loves our Nora. Sadness all around. Except, of course, that means Miss Nora Janie and I have a Get Out Of Responsibility Free card. Unless you count the usual crazyville that {Read More}
It’s only a problem if you acknowledge it.
June 14, 2010 By 8 Comments
Happy Flag Day! I am totally kidding, Annie. Happy 30th! (This especially falls under the category of “not cool” since our dear Annie is, in fact, a Brit.) Things have changed a little bit since our combined 23rd birthday parties- the fashion, minimum wage, the “interwebs”- but she doesn’t look a day over 25. (Especially not the day after 25. That was a rough one.) Let’s do the weekend out of order, shall we? First up: the season premiere of True {Read More}
Better than what it usually smells like.
May 31, 2010 By 4 Comments
For one brief moment, even before I opened my eyes, I thought I was at the beach. Sure, it was 6am in muggy, slightly overcast Chicago- but the air had that heavy beach quality. Nora clearly felt it, too. That’s why, when she joined me in bed, she fell back to sleep. The sea air does that. All morning long, even as I looked into my backyard and peeked around to Kedzie (most definitely not the bastion of seaside quietude), I could {Read More}
I was Nana’s favorite.
May 20, 2010 By 2 Comments
It’s funny. One can travel to far flung locales, dye one’s hair questionable shades of red, and pretend to speak Italian…but when it comes right down to it, what makes you [me] happiest is when five lilac trees are planted in the backyard. The same kind that used to be in your [my] childhood home’s backyard. After living in a major metropolitan area for going on eight years (!), it’s sweet to think that I can let Nora experience the same {Read More}
Hint: I’m not The Genius.
May 17, 2010 By 7 Comments
This weekend we had a mix of Peej’s fam in town to celebrate his nephew’s 12th birthday: P.J.’s parents from Cincinnati, and his oldest sister and her son Tony from Myrtle Beach. They all came here because he wanted a trip to Chicago for his birthday. Let that sink in for a minute. We are so awesome that a 12 year old- (read: Land Of Which Nothing Having To Do With Adults Is Awesome)- actually wanted to spend time with {Read More}
Does anyone else smell that?
June 15, 2009 By 6 Comments
First off, a big ol’ thank you to the city of Chicago for hosting eighty-seven festivals and events this weekend. (I witnessed four this weekend: RibsFest in Lincoln Square, the Old Town Arts Fair and St. Mike’s Festival in Old Town/Lincoln Park, plus we kinda waltzed past Midsommarfest in Andersonville while waiting for a non-existant Damen bus.) That, plus a nice jaunt over to Foster Ave. beach (perhaps sitting a TAD too close to raunchy teens and/or breastfeeding mothers of {Read More}
