My Wii Fit was snarky to me this morning. We have a history, that thing and I do. Back in January it called me obese. Then the boxing instructor openly mocked me. And if it’s been a bit of time between sessions, the Wii console character is all- Well howdy DO, lazy butt! My “trainer” is condescending. And forever changing her hairstyle. And wondering if- perhaps- I’m putting too much pressure on my toes. Or my heels. Ease up, heifer! {Read More}
Rock n’ roll lifestyle, indeed.
June 21, 2010 By 4 Comments
What a wonky start to the day. It’s Monday, it’s boiling hot, it’s swamptacular…and it’s- quite unexpectedly- my day off. Mr. C has a raging fever (feel better, li’l man) and- even worse- it was supposed to be his first day of camp. And his counselor’s name is Nora. And he loves our Nora. Sadness all around. Except, of course, that means Miss Nora Janie and I have a Get Out Of Responsibility Free card. Unless you count the usual crazyville that {Read More}
It’s a very real issue.
June 17, 2010 By 1 Comment
Oh, this is good. Remember my investigative journalism regarding Lanacane Anti-Chafing Gel? (That’s right, I linked back to my earlier post. It was that informative.) So. We were watching TV the other night and a commercial came on- and it asked me if I hated that chafing feeling. I turned to P.J., perhaps a little too excited. It began in a crazy animated way, with cartooned, dancey figurines having trouble with, you know, walking and other thigh issues. Then- oh, then– {Read More}
It’s only a problem if you acknowledge it.
June 14, 2010 By 8 Comments
Happy Flag Day! I am totally kidding, Annie. Happy 30th! (This especially falls under the category of “not cool” since our dear Annie is, in fact, a Brit.) Things have changed a little bit since our combined 23rd birthday parties- the fashion, minimum wage, the “interwebs”- but she doesn’t look a day over 25. (Especially not the day after 25. That was a rough one.) Let’s do the weekend out of order, shall we? First up: the season premiere of True {Read More}
Wanna try for seven?
April 29, 2010 By 5 Comments
And now- An Open Letter To My Daughter, Currently Crawling On My Lap and Chewing On My Hoodie: Dear Nora Jane, Happy six months! We [you] did it! In honor of this momentous occasion, I’d like to point out a few key things that you’ve done to make us better people/grownups/housecleaners. 1) Since I found out about “you,” and since the date of your arrival, all of my fears and nervous energies and unfocused creativities have channeled themselves into a new {Read More}
Sometimes we read books, too.
April 19, 2010 By 11 Comments
Let me start out by saying that, apparently, I cannot top last Thursday’s post. I don’t think I should even try- and I hope that’s cool. It was certainly not my intention to make people weep (there’s enough intentional weeping in the world), and the fact that it resonated with a) people with kids, b) people without kids, and c) maybe even kids, themselves, leads me to believe that I have reached the apex of my blogosomeness and should probably just {Read More}
Just wait…
April 15, 2010 By 14 Comments
Today is stunningly gorgeous in the fair(ish) city of Chi. Like, running barefoot across the adjacent blanket in Millennium Park gorgeous. And then apologizing, for you were just trying to get a free bag of ComEd popcorn before the movie started. Which won’t happen this year because the city hates my personal view of fun. But I think you get the picture. Sometimes days this lovely have the unexpected effect of making me sad. The ‘early Sunday evening’ or ‘end of summer’ {Read More}
Forget the SwaddleMe- swaddle ME.
April 8, 2010 By 8 Comments
I am tired. I haven’t been this tired since- well, never, I guess. Which is a horribly constructed sentence. As was that one. Here’s a bit of a confession: I never, not even once, pulled an all-nighter in college. Nope. Never needed to. Most of my classes were tailored towards subjects and habits in which I already excelled; crazy amounts of reading each night, papers about my feelings (like a blog!), projects and presentations wherein I basically got to make ’em {Read More}
