Being as it’s the Monday after a holiday, what better time to commemorate it via blog? Happy Monday after Mother’s Day, you guys. My day was spent sleeping in until 8:45 a.m. (!!!) and then getting treated to brunch down the street. A few things: the kids probably would’ve let me sleep even later than that, but my body clock fully acknowledged that any later than that would’ve felt like the shank of the day. And yes, parents “brunch” at {Read More}
Let’s Go Exploring: Paper Storage Edition.
March 23, 2015 By 1 Comment
One of the best parts about helping to sort/organize/preserve at your childhood home is the sheer amazingness that you find (and subsequently scan). Behold: It’s the little things. Unless you’re talking about a certain blue felt fedora which one of us received for Christmas ’93. Then it’s the big things.
Well, That About Sums It Up, Now Doesn’t It?
March 5, 2015 By 2 Comments
Since I’m clearly incapable of linear thought these days- not to mention linear zip codes- here’s a smattering of photos that I quite dig from the past week: Aren’t they adorable? P.J. found this portrait from my Dad’s studio session with his band. My Dad rocks the headphones/pensive look. P.J. rocks the “is this a mirror image of what your Dad’s doing?” look. (We all have our strengths.) I found this gem among my Mom’s letters. Please note the birthday {Read More}
The Perfect Partnership, Or- Outsmarting Your Wife.
February 19, 2015 By 4 Comments
Last Sunday, I was in a mood. A mood. I was feeling unproductive, irritable, and ready to crawl out of my own skin. P.J. took one look at me and casually remarked, “You should go organize the bookshelves.” I almost threw a plate at his head. Of all the sexist, demeaning, trivializing things to say, he’s telling me to go do prettifying busywork? In not so many words, I informed him that he had made a grave error in judgement. {Read More}
Fun With The Internet: Painting My Kids Edition.
October 13, 2014 By 5 Comments
I know for a fact that my kids are biologically my own. I was there. However. Every now and again I have a hard time remembering that fact, especially since the biggie and the little little look so much like their Dad. (Phewf, amiright?) But that middle little? That smallish blonde kid with the wispy duckling hair and the ice-blue eyes that just scream I’m a Flynn, even moreso than my mama? Sometimes it’s tough to see where- coloring aside- {Read More}
Back When I Was Easily My Parents’ Favorite…
July 21, 2014 By 6 Comments
Today’s Throwback Monday is a tad different- it’s only jumping back to February of ’13 (based on a post from 2 years prior to that), but it’s inspired by the events of last Saturday night. My Dad played a show. (And it was awesome. But that part isn’t even newsworthy anymore, since he is consistently and forevermore awesome.) During the second set, however, while the packed crowd was jamming and spinning and flinging drinks into the air, my Dad played a {Read More}
Listen To Your Mother (In Chicago). ‘Cause She’s Usually Right.
May 8, 2014 By 17 Comments
Even though I cannot wait to see (and have you all see) the magnificent photos of Chicago’s Listen To Your Mother show (courtesy of the mucho talented Brandi Lee of Balee Images and her supra-fabulous cohort Elizabeth Rago), I’m gonna make do with some spiffy little cell phones to help with my recap. Brace yourself, they’re stunning[ly small]. So. The day was a whirlwind of rehearse, gawk at each other, pretend one’s stilettos weren’t breaking oneself, rehearse, eat some positively cracktacular {Read More}
A Mother’s Day Card. In Blog Form.
May 9, 2013 By 4 Comments
I’ve been talking a lot about my Dad lately- and oh, how he totally deserves it/wishes I’d kinda stop- but there’s another key player in the saga called How I Got To Be So Awesome. My Mom. You can just feel that I’m her favorite. She’s a cheerleader, an advocate, an advice-giver (whether you need it or not, dammit- although you do; admit it, Keely), a creator of favorite meals, a
