Yesterday P.J. and I celebrated the all-too-important and far-too-uncelebrated three month anniversary. They always say the first three months of marriage are the hardest. (Okay, no one has ever said that. It’s more along the lines of “If you don’t adore the bejeebers out of each other now, you’re toast in fifteen years.”) So, to celebrate we saw that famed love story The Mummy 3. And it was exactly what it purported to be, so we liked it. A few {Read More}

Yesterday P.J. and I went to the Cubs game. Always a good time. We were able to exchange the hat he had bought me a long time ago- really cool hat, however, the one he chose was for a child’s noggin. I now am in possession of a blue cap with the vintage bear face on the front. In an actual adult size. The game was quite good, especially since I had never actually seen them win. It’s true. I’ve {Read More}

I need answers. P.J. told me that there’s a lake under the Great Pyramid that’s being explored. Why is this the first I’m hearing of it? This is exactly the kind of thing that I can get behind. I mean, I knew that the Great Pyramid was built on the exact spot that’s considered the center of all land masses on Earth. Who didn’t? But a lake? What’s down there?  I think I know. It’s Nessie. And I believe that {Read More}

I am concerned. There’s this new(ish) sunscreen spray, it’s by Neutrogena and it’s a completely great product. It’s also decidedly in an aerosol can. When did this become okay again? Regardless of how cooling a mist, is it not the same type of awful that brought about holes in the ozone layer and the demise of hair metal upon its departure? (Just a speculation. But really, the end of teased hair and the beginning of grungy, greasy tresses? It cannot {Read More}

An update: I’ve been persevering with the slightly irritating Core Rhythms program. I truly find it grating on the level of nails on a chalkboard or Rod Stewart songs, however, I’ve found a way to stomach the encouragement of the Spandex Twins (remember that episode of Saved By the Bell? I know you do.) I mute the media player and blast Girl Talk’s new album. Not entirely kid-friendly…but since the majority of my “working out” gets done while the kiddos {Read More}

The show opened! And closed! I love week-long shows. Opening night was incredible, especially since it was a Thursday and completely sold out. (And Kat was there, who has the best laugh ever. When she laughs I feel like I’ve reinvented comedy.) People seemed to dig the idea of P.J. and I as a married couple, which can only prove to be fortuitous. At least we’re believable. I’ve just managed to get the last of the corn syrup blood out {Read More}

Wow, this is so special. My li’l blog (read= writing exercise that’s supposed to inspire the rest of my writing but instead has become an actual measure of my productivity) has 1000 hits on the counter! Well, let’s just go to the SiteMeter website and see who the lucky reader was! Okay…Aug. 14th…that’s today! 7:46:55am…ooh, early this morning…provider was RoadRunner…um, I think I know where this is going. Pittsfield, Massachusetts. Hi Mom. (Your grand prize is getting to clear the {Read More}

Last night we had our first tech rehearsal for Rules of Infection, a delightfully dark comedy in which my honest-to-gosh husband and I play less than divinely happy married people. Turns out, when we ran the show in the upstairs theatre at Strawdog (and not in the front window of a vintage 2-flat on a neighborhoody street) we were able to, you know, ACT, and not live in fear of the cops being called. And since we’ve recently added in {Read More}