Some people just know how to party. On Friday night- after a week in which both P.J. and became totally, thoroughly burned out- we decided to do something quiet. He let me choose. And, like the senior citizen that I am, I picked out a recently gifted (and unopened) 500 piece puzzle. He mixed a couple of bourbon and gingers. And I pulled out a stack of vinyls for listenin’. It was relaxing, cozy, and not even a little bit {Read More}
Public Drinking And Abject Coveting. (Christmas!)
December 10, 2012 By 3 Comments
I hear you’re the guy what haz the toy access. Pay no mind to the baby,she’s just a baby. She’s not In The Know. This past Saturday was the annual event that pretty much tops all other Chicago events for me: The Christkindlmarket in the Daley Plaza. That’s right, the kitsch fest that contains every German ever to carve an ornament (and some of their Mexican and/or Ecuadorian compatriots with
Trees And Panic And Church. And Drinking.
December 3, 2012 By 6 Comments
“I have no idea what’s happening!”- Suzy I’ve been feeling very behind, rather frantic, and Not. In. The. Holiday. Spirit. At. All. And as ads (and Facebook) have been reminding me…there’s only a few short weeks left to get it all done. And this made me panic. Until I realized that it’s December 3rd. THIRD. Not twenty-third. This is actually the official start to the Christmas season.
Don’t Mind If I Do.
October 18, 2010 By 2 Comments
Jared and P.J. were there, too. (See what I did there? I do? Get it- weddings? Ah HAH. Marriage humor.) So Peej and I have just returned from Napa and the glorious wedding of our two pals, Annie and Jared. Here are some summed-up highlights (for to give each terrific day the review it truly deserves would cause Blogger to wonder if they should charge me more): Our bed and breakfast, the Wine Way Inn, was RAD. We stayed in the {Read More}
I also call people "Baby" a lot. This bugs certain Big Kids.
August 2, 2010 By 3 Comments
Due to the fact that I am still in Massachusetts, still surrounded by genetically terrific children, and still not convinced that it isn’t Thursday… …May I present a smallish sampling of things I’ve learned about myself? On Speech: Turns out, I abbreviate and nickname a LOT. When my sister asked if something needed to happen and I responded with “potenstsh,” a vehement “IALLY” came from the 4 year-old in the other room. The little guys have also started referring to {Read More}
Enjoy while ya can!
May 6, 2010 By 7 Comments
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}
I can’t drive 55.
April 12, 2010 By 6 Comments
…But apparently, neither can the state of Michigan. This past weekend Annie and I surprised our excellent pal, massage therapist extraordinaire and partner-in-crime since 2002 (Annie and Kat go further back, but we’re gonna go by my timeline, here) with a superbly awesome girls’ getaway trip to Harbor Country, Michigan. I had never thought about Michigan in that way, before. I have been a fool.For starters, we sent Kat a text on Thursday afternoon, saying she’d receive instructions the following {Read More}
Vodka tonic, stirred with a binky.
March 25, 2010 By 3 Comments
Today is rainy and, as my youngest sister used to be fond of saying, dank. It’s hard to get moving on days like today. I’ve found it’s made harder when one is woken up- not by one’s newborn- but by one’s humongo tabby at 5am. To be fair, the cat had important business to deal with at 5am. Atop the armoire. Whining over our heads. And then shrieking as he rode the pivoting standing mirror to the floor. And by {Read More}
