Tomorrow is my Dad’s 63rd birthday. (I can say that, right Dad? I mean, isn’t it just the ladies who never reveal their ages? Because dudes get to be all Sean Connery and that sort of unfairness. Wow. I’m digressing early in this post.) ANYHOW. In honor of Dave Flynn’s 63RD BIRTHDAY, I’d like to take a sec and share a bit more about what he’s taught me (it’s abridged, ’cause it could seriously go on for days): Ice cream is {Read More}
My Dad Kicks Chemo In The Teeth.
March 26, 2014 By 10 Comments
Pals, today we’re gonna forget that whole Wednesday RoundUp nonsense- because this very day marks the 12th round of chemo for my Dad in this session (24 rounds in all!), and that warrants a little Let’s Talk About My Dad-itude. (“Oh boy,” I can hear him saying. “Can you? Can you please really talk about me some more in public?”) It’s no secret that my Dad has influenced the majority of my musical tastes (although he might strongly attempt to {Read More}
A Recap, Chicago Fun, And- It’s SNOWING?
March 12, 2014 By 2 Comments
Temps reached nearly 60 degrees the other afternoon and the entirety of Chicago celebrated by throwing away their shoes. So, obviously, today is blizzarding. Since all the stuff you probably wanted to do got cancelled, here’s some light reading material. Things You Need To Know (Because I Wrote Them): It’s true. I’m a hoarder. 100 Things? I can’t even manage 100 words. Susannah is now an un-caged monkey. Lock up yo’ bananas. Like free theatre tickets? How about TWO PAIRS of theatre {Read More}
A Recap (And Some Dad Love).
February 26, 2014 By 4 Comments
This morning, Nora just about exploded with pride and gleeful excitement as she got ready for school. Why? Oh, no big deal, just the fact that her Dad was gonna be the room parent today. (“Remember to introduce Dad to your friends, Nora.” “Oh, I don’t need to do that- everyone knows MY DAD.”) It made me think back to when my Dad was the field trip chaperone, and what crazy-terrific days those were. (I mean, it was MY DAD. {Read More}
Wednesday Roundup! Also, A Colander Hat.
February 12, 2014 By 6 Comments
It’s Wednesday! Friday’s Valentine’s Day (yay!), and it’s still really cold (boo), although I’ve currently got a sweet-smelling newborn sleeping under my chin (yay!), but it’s also my Dad’s chemo day (boo). So- warm loving Cupid-shaped fuzzies, soft n’ fleecy things, snuggly squeezes, and nary a chemo side-effect to you [Dad]. On to the recap! On Thursday, I admitted that I might hafta hand off my Mother of the Year mug to someone more deserving. Over at Chicago Parent last {Read More}
A Roundup. And For Real, Cancer Can Suck It.
January 29, 2014 By 13 Comments
Wednesday is here and it’s awesome. (…Right?) Okay, regardless, it is what it is and we’re here and so I’ve got a weekly recap for you. Stuff I Wrote In The Name Of Whimsy: Thursday was the day I publicly extolled the virtue of my friends (and relative insanity of my children). Chicago Parent posted my piece on Friday regarding how to totally rock the Costco experience. By the time Monday rolled around, Chicago was still in a deep freeze, {Read More}
Wednesday Recap…And Some Wishing.
November 13, 2013 By 4 Comments
I know- you’re excited. It’s time for the Weekly Wednesday Recap (of stuff that didn’t necessarily happen this week). Yes. Enjoy. Thursday brought a belly pic. Mine, that is. On Friday, my review for Emerald City Theatre’s Rapunzel went live. For the second time. Enjoy! Also on Friday, I tried out some frozen deliciousness from Good Food Made Simple– and now I’m hooked. YUM. Sunday- yes, on Sunday, the craziness– I talked about my sister Emily’s penchant for destruction (on behalf of {Read More}
Real Men Rock Duct Tape.
August 22, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Even though I haven’t posted about him in awhile (Giving him a break from the limelight? Keeping him on his toes?), my Dad has been diligently undergoing his all-too frequent rounds with chemotherapy. (He has another one today.) But last night? He out-Dadded himself. Here are some things I know about the man: a) He’s famous for the phrase “Buck up.” (Unless his grandkids are around and looking snacky, then it’s “Who needs another Munchkin?”) b) He personifies Monty Python’s {Read More}
