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}
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}
I suppose putting something like "Lost" spoilers…
February 4, 2010 By 10 Comments
…in the title would drive up page views as well. But that would be unethical. I also draw the line at “Jersey Shore.” Everyone should. So, apparently there’s a plethora of incredible shows currently on the air. Despite all of that, I have my own line-up. (Or ‘My Programmes,’ as they are referred to in our house.) I don’t know how this happened. I’ve always loved TV, sure, but I’ve never had a weekly schedule. Other than TV Guide. But {Read More}
Thursday is the new Saturday. No, really, it is.
January 21, 2010 By 4 Comments
A brand-new graffitiesque mural has gone up in my neighborhood; it’s on the side of a building near the intersection of Kedzie and Montrose, to be exact. It is great. The word “diversity” is written (scrawled?) in about ten different languages. You know, the languages that represent Albany Park. A multitude of beautiful, happy, diverse faces are looking in different directions, quite artful, and are layered willy-nilly to show the many different colors and ethnicities of our lovely ‘hood. Fabulous. {Read More}
Five weeks! I’m thinking ‘ice cream cake.’
December 3, 2009 By 7 Comments
Last week, we saw our heroine attempting to baste a turkey, clean a house, soothe a newborn and prepare for partygoers. Did she succeed? (You bet your sweet mushroom gravy she did.) The key? Help. LOTS o’ help. A task-oriented dude, for one. Really, really good friends bearing yum dishes. Showering also gives a nice li’l bit of pep. Also- a baby who decides to prolong her morning nap for three hours. Nora Schoeny for the win! P.J. and I {Read More}
The turkey innards need to come outtards.
November 25, 2009 By 3 Comments
I decided to post a day early- why not? There’s no reason I HAVE to post on Thursdays…I can still be wild, fancy-free (whatever that means), not tied down to convention… Okay. Or it’s because we’re hosting our very first Thanksgiving tomorrow and there is NO WAY ON EARTH I can get Nora ready, the house ready, the food ready (a turkey? I may end up serving deli slices) and enjoy a leisurely blogging session. So, I’m enjoying my leisure {Read More}
Two weeks. Gosh, that sounds definite.
October 15, 2009 By 3 Comments
I’ve been watching a lot of television lately. I have little to no energy left to renovate or get the house baby-ready at the end of a workday (my new mindset: the baby can sleep on me. Here, throw me that towel.) Between episodes of Ghost Whisperer wherein I cry like my arm is being broken off at the shoulder (I don’t know where this new obsession is coming from- I never used to watch ‘ion: positively entertaining’ tv) and {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}
