Not to be all whiny about the weather…but seriously. What is up with this weather? Having lived in Chicago for 8.5 years (yeah, it was originally supposed to be for under a year), this should not surprise me. Chicago does not have a Spring. We have seven months of Winter, followed by a week of rain, then it is SUMMER. But each and every year I find myself surprised- nay, angered– by the lack of springtimeliness. Last week was a {Read More}
Nora gets on her wee little soapbox.
March 17, 2011 By 14 Comments
The wha-? Okay, we all have an announcement to make over here- there’s gonna be another little[r] Schoeny. We’re having a baby! In early October, as a matter of fact. (And considering that I’m the only member of this family without a birthday in the month of October, I’m either really special or just a specific type of carrier. Because- without getting too detailed- this was not the planned month. Guess we weren’t in charge of this one.) But I gotta say, on {Read More}
Can I write a Trip Advisor review?
January 27, 2011 By 5 Comments
Nice. I am really, really relaxed. This does not make for a compelling read, I realize. But let’s see if I can create some dramatic tension, twists n’ turns, and cliffhangers for bloggy’s sake. On Tuesday morning we got Nora out of bed at 5:45am to head to O’Hare. I had booked the earliest flight possible, thinking that it would be easy that way. (Sure, ’cause nothing says ‘easy’ like an exhausted toddler.) And an accident on 90/94 made me {Read More}
January must be Customer Service Month.
January 17, 2011 By 2 Comments
It was a good, albeit frigid, weekend here. We actually saw more people than we do for some combined weeks. We went with one pal to an awesome creperie up the street from here- I highly recommend it. Nora also gave it two miniature thumbs way up- but they’re covered in cheese, so I wouldn’t shake her hand or anything. There was a bit of a language barrier, so my Moroccan chai latte actually came as a fresh mint infusion- but {Read More}
I’ll sleep in March.
November 15, 2010 By 2 Comments
Oh, Monday. In my efforts to protect my laptop, phone, coffee and child from each other, I managed to dump the third over all four things. Five, including myself. The coffee was cold. She’s fine. Maybe I need to be child-proofed from myself. (What is that glorious aroma of hazelnut coming from my iPhone case? Smells like…a warranty crying.) So, yes. Monday. It was a busy and fabulous weekend across the board- and the country. Sadly, we missed my youngest nephew {Read More}
Yelling At Inanimate Objects (And Other Fun.)
November 11, 2010 By 22 Comments
This photo, originally in the January ’10 issue of Parenting magazine, nearly gave me a brain aneurysm when I first saw it. So, so many things. For starters:-She is eleven years old.-She is holding a doughnut and wincing at her weight on the scale.–She weighs 129lbs.-To get a full body shot like that, she must have a positively Louvre-like bathroom. Or the photographer is standing directly inside her full length mirror. Am I to feel any sort of connection with this image? Any {Read More}
Keely Says Awkward Things On The Food Network…
September 13, 2010 By 6 Comments
…And Other Weekendy Things. Compared to last weekend’s glorious hibernation, I’m pretty sure this weekend has led Nora to believe that her car seat is her new nursery. (It is very nice.) Saturday: P.J. had an audition. (Good little trick for all you actor pals out there- disregard all audition notices for one calendar year. Have a big ol’ life event. Despair a little bit about your career. One year to the day later- you’ll be batting auditions away with a {Read More}
That whole "noon" thing was really ambitious.
August 16, 2010 By 1 Comment
This past weekend was a doozy. After a slight change in plans allowed me to attend our darling pal Caitlin’s going away party at Mrs. Murphy’s Irish Bistro (go rock the West Coast, sugar!), Peej, Nora and I left for Indiana eaaaaaarly Saturday morning. I’m pretty sure I’m a part time Indiana resident at this point. We headed to Bloomington for the wedding of Natalie and Dave- she of my Pilates-classes-gettin’-me-back-into-jeans-without-elastic fame. {Read More}
