I am failing to understand why she is no longer in Chicago. Please pardon the fact that I did not post yesterday morning: I was having way too much of a weekend to be bothered with things like computers (and showers). My college bestie came to visit, and we proceeded to engage in activities that our 19 year-old selves would’ve popped eyeballs over. For instance, pushing a double stroller through a tree-lined neighborhood. Convincing a toddler to finish her corndog. Asking {Read More}
Ten Years Later.
September 12, 2011 By 2 Comments
I’m not much of a Bandwagon-Jumper…nor am I inclined to be a Dolores Downer (my Mom’s name is Deb- and she’s rather peppy), but I’d be extremely remiss in not acknowledging the 10th anniversary of September 11th. It seems like everywhere I turned yesterday, there were flag wavers, remembrances of the day, and country lyrics galore. Well, I have no country lyrics for you (except, randomly, I do have Folsom Prison Blues stuck in my head), and the only flag I {Read More}
She Really Wanted To Go On Pharaoh’s Fury, Though.
July 11, 2011 By 2 Comments
One of my best friends in the whole wide world (and her equally fabulous husband) spent the weekend with us. Vicky was one of my college modmates- like roommates but awesomer- and my how things have changed since Hampshire. For starters, I have a kid now. And this was their first time meeting her. Our activities have been- ah- slightly different since Nora came along, and this was Vicky and Dave’s chance to see what a “typical” weekend with Miss N.J. {Read More}
Is that like Baker Street?
April 25, 2011 By 4 Comments
Last night I had a dream that I had the most amazing blog post. It was timely, well-written, and was essentially gonna make everyone understand that I had Something To Say. Unfortunately, by the time I realized I had not yet posted the thing, it was 5pm. And, as everyone knows, due to a self-imposed and completely random timetable, I need to have the blog posted by 11am. If not earlier. So I went to post the darn thing, but somehow {Read More}
Is there a statute of limitations on stealing music?
April 7, 2011 By 6 Comments
Last night, as I was driving to Target (and thoroughly enjoying the alone time; I think it was Louis C.K. who deemed the walk from putting the kids in the backseat and getting to the driver’s seat as a mini vacation), I flipped through the radio stations. Happily for my solo singin’ time, the song Rosanna came on the radio. (I love Toto. Have since I was six, which is roughly when that song came out.) Inexplicably, hearing it made {Read More}
It’s like Guilt Gyoza- but worse!
May 13, 2010 By 4 Comments
I’m extremely lazy. Or exhausted. Late at night, I can’t tell which it is. And it’s been causing some guilt. I like to call this guilt- Floss Guilt. I know I should floss. I spent 6k on my teeth in the past handful of years alone (not to mention Braces 1.0 that was sponsored by my folks between ’90-’92. It didn’t “take.” Some may blame a latent latex allergy; I happen to know that I have evil teeth.) But by {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}
Thursday is the new Saturday. No, really, it is.
January 21, 2010 By 4 Comments
A brand-new graffitiesque mural has gone up in my neighborhood; it’s on the side of a building near the intersection of Kedzie and Montrose, to be exact. It is great. The word “diversity” is written (scrawled?) in about ten different languages. You know, the languages that represent Albany Park. A multitude of beautiful, happy, diverse faces are looking in different directions, quite artful, and are layered willy-nilly to show the many different colors and ethnicities of our lovely ‘hood. Fabulous. {Read More}
