Sadly, Blogger has still (as of 9am CST today) not reinstated Thursday’s post. So, uh, maybe check back later if you’re dying for a mid-week recap? (And I know you are.) Also, Wordless Wednesday explanations? The first pic is a magnetic version of a paper doll, one that the girls for whom I nanny love to dress in ball gowns and the fanciest of gear. They decided to make one that “dresses like Kiki.” “Can’t I get a tiara or a {Read More}
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 12, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 11, 2011 By 1 Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
Also, liverwurst now comes in slices.
May 2, 2011 By 1 Comment
I think I see a dandelion, Dad. There was a lot to celebrate this weekend. Globally, the capture of Osama Bin Laden. (And while I rarely “celebrate” any death, I happily acknowledge the sense of justice permeating the interwebs. To paraphrase a friend -thanks Andrew Slack!- Everyone remembers where they were on 9/11; scattered all across the globe. And now everyone will remember where they were when they heard news of Bin Laden’s death- on Facebook.) Regionally, we were stoked {Read More}
This goes way beyond Mommy Fashion.
April 21, 2011 By 1 Comment
Fashion. During our commute this morning, I handed a book back to Nora and saw that it had been in publication for 25 years. I laughed and said that was crazy, since that was how old I was. Then I paused, realizing that I was indeed that age…plus five years and ten months. Which makes me painfully close to 31. I mentioned to Peej that I still felt like I was in my mid-twenties, and if I had to check a {Read More}
Weekends Are For Eating.
April 18, 2011 By 2 Comments
Corn dogs forever. Okay. So, this snow is seriously an unexpected turn of events. Especially to my ranunculus- which, yes, I realize makes me sound a thousand creaky years old- but they [were] lovely be-petaled window box beauties…and are now flowersicles. If there is one victory, it is that the sneaky bunnies and the mammoth squirrel we’ve named The Don will no longer be able to pilfer my lettuce. (Ha HAH.) Before I spiral into a depressing morning of Snuggie-wearing {Read More}
I will drown my sorrows in nacho cheese.
April 11, 2011 By 3 Comments
Let’s just keep on walking, Dad. This past Friday, I suffered my first middle school breakup…since middle school. It was rough. It was also, oddly enough, with a bank. I’ve long touted the fabulousness of Chase Bank’s plethora of ATMs. And sure, that’s about it- but for a little while, it was enough. My first bank account in Chicago was with them, back in ’02. And yeah, absolutely, back then they were Bank One. But the transition to Chase was {Read More}
Someone should really clean this kid up…
March 28, 2011 By 2 Comments
Workaday, workaday. P.J. has returned and has brought with him a heart-shaped rock, so all is right with the world. While it’s exceptionally good to have him back (and Nora, who has still yet to see him due to irregular sleeping patterns, will most likely lose her petite li’l head), here are a few surprising things that I have learned over this long weekend: 1. The biggest fear I have about being the only grownup at home- more than burglars, murderers, {Read More}
