Here’s what’s amazing about this pic: Nora, upon exiting the school, hugged me so hard that my sunglasses flew off and I nearly dropped the camera. Everyone: Is she still talking about her kid going off to school? Me: …Yeah. (Sorry.) Here’s the thing. It continues to be a Big All-We-Can-Talk-About Deal around these parts for a few reasons, among them the fact that it is a life-changing event for at least one family member…and it causes copious moments whereupon another family {Read More}
Keely Brings The Mood Down A Notch.
August 23, 2012 By 10 Comments
Summer. And maybe a touch of roughhousing. Last summer, when I was humongously pregnant with [the-yet-to-be-determined] Susannah, Nora and I had a terrific time. Really. We had picnics every place that featured tables (and some that didn’t). There were nature hikes, tamale stand stalkings, and midday naps in my bed (because we couldn’t fit into hers). I was so [beyond] thrilled to be having
The Dirtying Machine.
May 10, 2012 By Leave a Comment
I am airing my dirty laundry. Right now, an entire floor of stuff has been absorbed by the other parts of the house. Like a sponge. Like a big, bloated, no-more-room-for-knick-knacks sponge. And by “knick knacks,” I mean wool coats. Books n’ books n’ books n’ books. Upended tables. At least two cats. We’re like the beginning of a Hoarders episode- with no hope for an hour-long resolution. The guys currently digging up the lower level were sweet enough to warn {Read More}
Duct Tape House, Part- Oh, I Give Up.
April 26, 2012 By 6 Comments
I’d leave, if my shoes weren’t filled with Little People. Remember how, way back on Monday, I realized that I had taunted fate by posting about the hilarity of the previous Thursday’s bodily fluid debacle? Well, I got my comeuppance once again by continuing to post about said fluids- this time in the form of a sewer explosion. And I’m going to do it again, simply by referencing last Monday’s travails. I’m totally like a kid who keeps pushing an irate {Read More}
Indoor Air Is Highly Overrated.
April 16, 2012 By 5 Comments
“This house is made of Scotch tape and failed dreams.”“I know.” This coming July, we’ll have lived in this house for three years. Three years. During that time, we’ve ripped off a roof, dragged in appliances, patched and painted and edged and secured, replaced windows (and replaced windows and replaced windows), had the electrical system rewired, wiped out mold (and redid drywall and painted and edged and secured), made it clear that rats are NOT WELCOME, and finished a host {Read More}
I Hate To Leave You But I Really Must Say…
July 28, 2011 By 5 Comments
For the first time in almost ten years, I am not a nanny. For the first time in over eight years, I’m not Julia and Lily’s nanny. And it’s odd. Because it was more than a job- it was a welcomed lifestyle shift and endless sparks of creativity for writing and a flower [bubble] girl and a duo of best friends for my daughter and a family. It all started with an infant named Julia and an endless flight delay {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}
