There’s something quite special about waking up on a Monday morning- and feeling like you’re already way behind. Here’s the problem: On the weekends, I like to play this game called I Have No Responsibility. It’s true. I don’t know where this bad habit came from. I’ve never in my life had more to do on the weekends and have never been better at disregarding it. It’s strange. Most weekend mornings, Peej and Nora let me sleep in ’til the 7 {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}
Does anyone else smell that?
June 15, 2009 By 6 Comments
First off, a big ol’ thank you to the city of Chicago for hosting eighty-seven festivals and events this weekend. (I witnessed four this weekend: RibsFest in Lincoln Square, the Old Town Arts Fair and St. Mike’s Festival in Old Town/Lincoln Park, plus we kinda waltzed past Midsommarfest in Andersonville while waiting for a non-existant Damen bus.) That, plus a nice jaunt over to Foster Ave. beach (perhaps sitting a TAD too close to raunchy teens and/or breastfeeding mothers of {Read More}
