And then there are the days where you’re not feeling particularly humorous, or witty, or profound, or even weird- and, especially that last one, is when you know it’s time to say good enough is good enough- which, oh my God, your Dad would just effing hate– and post a picture you like. A picture you love, really. So here it is, a picture I love. My three favorite men in the entire world, all sitting around like the most important {Read More}
He Left For A Week.
January 19, 2015 By 4 Comments
Last Monday, P.J. left town for a business trip. In Toronto. For a week. I had been nervous- not about our kids or their transpo or my work or the household in general…but about all of those things. Together. If I had felt frazzled when he was here, what the heck was gonna happen when he was across country borders and on an international calling plan? (Which, if I might be such a jerk to mention, was the plan I {Read More}
What Happens In A 27-Hour Trip To Vegas, Part 2.
January 15, 2015 By 12 Comments
Okie doke. When we last spoke, I had been thoroughly embarrassing myself at the divine Bacchanal buffet at Caesar’s Palace. (Listen, if they’re gonna give you weird looks, then they shouldn’t have the words “all you can eat” in the darned description.) So what did we do after breakfast on our first and only morning in Las Vegas? Thanks for the quickie, Vegas. We’ll {Read More}
That Time I Went To Las Vegas For 27 Hours. (Part 1.)
January 12, 2015 By 19 Comments
Hey guys, remember me? I’m the blogger who took a honkin’ break over the holidays…and let the re-entry period totally take over my will to blog/get dressed. Eight 14-hour drives in five months will do that to you. (I’ve heard.) So what’d we do? Enjoyed a not-so-restful but superbly family-filled Christmas on the East coast, rang in the New Year in our jammies (by 11pm), and…went to Las Vegas. (The latter of which is not a thing I do/have ever {Read More}
The Secret To Marriage. Kinda.
November 10, 2014 By 7 Comments
Friends, I think I’ve figured out the secret to a happy marriage. And yes, it only took me 6.5 years. And yes, this is a terribly materialistic story. Right before last weekend, P.J. emailed me a listing for a gargantuan estate sale. A big ol’ antique store and theatre prop wonderland was shuttering after over forty years of collecting Chicagoland treasures. And when he sent me the email, I knew it was true love- because P.J. a) prefers to not {Read More}
There’s This Guy.
October 27, 2014 By 6 Comments
Thirty-three years ago on this very day, a pretty spectacular guy was born. And I was lucky enough to stumble into his path roughly 23 years later. And I haven’t stopped falling for him since. Because with every option open to him on this day, he chooses to make gargantuan Play Doh creations with his daughters. Let his baby boy crawl all over him. Return books to the library, run errands necessary to the household, and maybe- just maybe- watch {Read More}
Ten Years Ago, Or- Good Thing I’m Persistent.
October 16, 2014 By 17 Comments
Ten years ago, I met this guy. It wasn’t the day we started dating or anything momentous like that- just…around the time this person sort of ambled into my life, wielding a headshot and resumé and easily the most earnest smile I’d ever seen. I couldn’t tell you what he was wearing- probably a t-shirt and jeans or corduroy pants with ducks on them- but the smile and the fact that it fully reached his eyes has been written on {Read More}
World’s Best Dad. (Twice.)
June 12, 2014 By 8 Comments
I never doubted that the guy I married would be a good father- after all, I’d seen the way he’d drop everything for his friends, the patience he’d exude when our contractors would say things that were less than truthy, and the exuberance he’d bring to playing with our nieces and nephews (and yeah, our cats). But, still. Knowing those things and seeing them in action are horses of a different (2am) color. P.J. is an exceptional father. He sleeps oh-so {Read More}
