Get Out Of Dodge: You’ve Lost Your Darned Mind Edition.

Today’s post was brought to you by the letter B… …Because there ain’t gonna BE a real post… And the number 4 a.m…. …Because it’s 4 a.m. and I’m about to lift my sleeping children into car seats for our latest Midwest-to-East-Coast drive. A couple of answers to questions I can hear you thinking: Yes, that does seem excessive, but air travel costs plus the possibility of extending the travel to two broken-up days (each way) equated traveling for less {Read More}

Well, That About Sums It Up, Now Doesn’t It?

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}

Go Home. (Friday Blog Edition.)

Please forgive the day late/dollar short/donut-heavy blog post. Yesterday was a travel day for me, but now I’m hanging out with the coolest guitarist around. No, not Clapton. The other one. So here are three pix from my Thursday- which pretty much sum it up pretty nicely: A lint ball/cat hair amalgamation I found while packing that’s equal parts gross and heartwarming. Nora answered some questions, AKA I Gave Birth To Myself. Hey there, East Coast. (Let’s all just go {Read More}

What Happens In A 27-Hour Trip To Vegas, Part 2.

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.)

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}

Taking Our Show On The Road (And Highway).

We had a road trip this weekend. Or rather, the road trip had us. In numbers: 17- the hours of drive time 1- the hourly span between each of the first three rest stops 49- grade, out of 100, that we rated the West Virgina Hampton Inn where we spent one overnight 45- minutes spent looking for the crib said Hampton Inn promised would be in our room (2- times we checked on the availability of the crib prior to {Read More}

A Winner for Expecting: A Year Of Fixing Up And Breaking Down, And A Farewell To Fall.

First things first… I’m thrilled to announce the winner of last week’s giveaway for Expecting: A Year of Fixing Up and Breaking Down, now available on Barnes and Noble, Amazon, and in that fancy ol’ paperback form. Drumroll…(pencil tap)… Kerry C! Congrats, enjoy, and may it act as a talisman against future homeownerly problems. *** Now. Fall schmall. Here’s proof that the fam is hanging onto the last of summer with their fingernails and teeth and sandy little toes. P.J. grew {Read More}

The Road Trip In Pictures…Some More.

And here’s Part 2 of the ol’ Pittsfield/Boston wrap-up. In photographs. Because I’m now in Cape Cod. Obviously.