Pos’sicle. This weekend was nuts. Not because we left Chicago during rush hour- which we did- to spend a day and a half in Cincinnati, allowing ourselves the privilege of multiple hours along Indiana’s most scenic of highways (also true). And not because it was our first free weekend without overnight guests since early June- which was also strangely true. (What is the allure, people? We have no central A/C and are asleep on the couch as soon as NJ {Read More}
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 12, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 11, 2011 By 1 Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
Popapalooza ’11
May 9, 2011 By 3 Comments
It was a really great weekend. Sure, Keely, you say. You always have a good time/eat too much food/nap during the chaos/watch MST3k your Dad and old movies with your Mom. What made this trip so boss? He shreds. Well, there was live music. Featuring my Dad. And two bands. Three if you count my sister Chelly wailing on the vocals. And the food was in a buffet- that means that no one really knew how much food was consumed. (Secret: new {Read More}
On [in] the road [air] again…
May 5, 2011 By 3 Comments
This is how I USED to travel. This morning, the mini Schoeny clan o’ Chicago shall be heading back East. Sadly, this involves plane travel. Over the past few years, I’ve come to realize that I am a car trip kinda gal. So is my daughter. So is my husband (sans the “gal” part.) In fact, that last part is a bit of an understatement. Peej is the KING of the road trip. (And I am his consort. I can {Read More}
Also, liverwurst now comes in slices.
May 2, 2011 By 1 Comment
I think I see a dandelion, Dad. There was a lot to celebrate this weekend. Globally, the capture of Osama Bin Laden. (And while I rarely “celebrate” any death, I happily acknowledge the sense of justice permeating the interwebs. To paraphrase a friend -thanks Andrew Slack!- Everyone remembers where they were on 9/11; scattered all across the globe. And now everyone will remember where they were when they heard news of Bin Laden’s death- on Facebook.) Regionally, we were stoked {Read More}
Weekends Are For Eating.
April 18, 2011 By 2 Comments
Corn dogs forever. Okay. So, this snow is seriously an unexpected turn of events. Especially to my ranunculus- which, yes, I realize makes me sound a thousand creaky years old- but they [were] lovely be-petaled window box beauties…and are now flowersicles. If there is one victory, it is that the sneaky bunnies and the mammoth squirrel we’ve named The Don will no longer be able to pilfer my lettuce. (Ha HAH.) Before I spiral into a depressing morning of Snuggie-wearing {Read More}
Someone should really clean this kid up…
March 28, 2011 By 2 Comments
Workaday, workaday. P.J. has returned and has brought with him a heart-shaped rock, so all is right with the world. While it’s exceptionally good to have him back (and Nora, who has still yet to see him due to irregular sleeping patterns, will most likely lose her petite li’l head), here are a few surprising things that I have learned over this long weekend: 1. The biggest fear I have about being the only grownup at home- more than burglars, murderers, {Read More}
