This past weekend we jaunted over to the Elston Farmer’s Market Garden Center– don’t let the “farmer’s market” part fool you, it was more “garden center” than anything else. Although they had a really sweet selection of stone mushrooms to decorate one’s yard- but I guess that’s pretty “garden,” too. We walked away with, among other things, marigolds, a rose bush, a peony and a raspberry plant. The reasons (besides the fact that it’s really fun to buy things) are {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}
Oh boy OH BOY!
February 25, 2010 By 4 Comments
After the psychotic terror of last week’s escapade, I think I was due for some good luck. And what’s luckier than someone else cleaning your house? NOTHING! I’ve always [since 1988] been excellent about keeping a room/ bed/ secret-detective-office, etc/ decently clean. I still do. But there’s just something about that one area of the bathroom/kitchen/couch that always needs cleaning. And you always clean it. But every now and then (say, every five months or so) that you have an {Read More}
Not for the faint of heart.
February 22, 2010 By 23 Comments
Remember that hilarious post about the rats in the wall? And how they’d soon “take care of themselves?” Optimistic homeowners are completely blitzed on stupidity. Lemme paint another picture: Friday night= fabulous! Had a good friend over for some tacos and baby-snuggling. Mario Kart Wii was involved, as was The Soup, a lovely Zinfandel and a minimum of scratching in the walls and floors. Saturday= just as grand. Breakfast, home renovations, more baby-snuggling, some quality television and again, an absence {Read More}
I didn’t even mention all the poosplosions.
February 18, 2010 By 7 Comments
Oh my stars, 10,000 hits on the ol’ Bob Loblaw’s Law Blog! (Or, you know, this one.) Let’s see who the lucky reader is! Okie doke, someone from Wells, Maine. Hello! So happy to meetcha! And you got here via a search for…the top 10 songs about narcissism. Welcome. This morning upon waking I discovered that all of the feeling in my arms, hands and fingers was missing. There’s a distinct possibility that this was because I slept on my {Read More}
Oh, fine, THIS makes me uncool?
February 15, 2010 By 12 Comments
I love Valentine’s Day. I LOVE Valentine’s Day. Back in grade school, I used to love the holiday so much that it physically made me sick from excitement. I’d pick out my fanciest, sparkliest, flounciest skirt and/or whimsical animal top and spend possibly too much time choosing necklaces, bracelets and earrings (after second grade) that screamed hearts. Okay, I still do. Back then, I’d painstakingly craft Valentines for every member of my class, every teacher, librarian and Room Girl. (Did {Read More}
