Kinda like the Baby New Year (and her sister)…but noisier. Happy Day After New Year’s Day! Which isn’t a real thing, but I’m still in yelly, celebratory mode from this intense holiday season! So, I’ve gotta say, I enjoyed the heck out of my miniature blogcation- which is the last time I shall utter that word, I promise. (But I did.) It’s been a kinda crazed past few weeks, and it was nice
I’m Not Lazy, I’m REMINISCING.
November 15, 2012 By 1 Comment
I’m feeling awfully throw-backy today. Who wants to check in with me and see what- exactly- we were doing four years ago this very week? (All of you? Awesomesauce.) *** Art Imitates Life. And Sometimes Other Art. Originally Posted November 19th, 2008 Is it really Wednesday? Time does fly, especially when you’ve set an I’ve Got Health Insurance, Perhaps I Should See Some Doctors month.
Bloggy Boot Camp And My Email Addiction. (Unrelated.)
November 5, 2012 By 4 Comments
At BBC Chicago with the adorbs Denise from According To Denise. Nora has informed me that I can no longer attend “meetings.” To her, a “meeting” entails “leaving the house.” “Taking a daytime shower.” “Wearing mascara and/or a non-hoodie.” (Seems like a “meeting” or two is kind of a welcome change around here.) This past weekend’s meeting was actually the famed Bloggy Boot Camp (in Chicago!), held by the awesomesauce SITS Girls. (You know, the folks who’ve taken me on {Read More}
Keely And The Terrible, Horrible…Oh, I Give Up.
September 27, 2012 By 9 Comments
A very old pic, but an all-too-recent sentiment. Put quite simply, Tuesday was a rough day. It started out well enough. Nora was dropped off at preschool, happily tossed Doc Bullfrog into the backseat of the car, and bounded into her classroom with nary a fuss. ‘Cause she loves it there. Which is great, because I had worried [slightly]. I drove home to get Susannah ready for a nap, glowing with the self-satisfaction that comes from knowing you’ve made the {Read More}
She Sure Does Love Cheese, Doesn’t She?
July 16, 2012 By 6 Comments
Every Chicagoan know where I am and what I’m holding.(Also, thanks to Instagram, I can be as orange as the cheese!) I have a confession. I was not in Chicago this weekend. P.J., Nora, and Susannah were…but I was not. My wonderful husband actually sent me away (muttering something about house-related post traumatic stress, tightly wound, and something something- finish your book). No one knew about this plan. I hadn’t told anyone because a) I was feeling incredibly guilty about running {Read More}
Spring Fever Is Darn Near Killing Me.
March 15, 2012 By Leave a Comment
It’d be great if you’d point thatcamera somewhere else, yeah? I may be the first person to actually be driven insane by spring fever. My normal state of being is fairly tightly wound. I’m cheerful and playful, but I’m also borderline OCD. (Undiagnosed, actually, so there’s a rather good chance they’d be all like- borderline? You are textbook. A neatly bound textbook, placed alphabetically and color-coordinatedly in a descending size row.) These orderly tendencies keep me firmly planted in the {Read More}
Zuzu Wishes To Watch Wonder Pets, Says Nora.
January 23, 2012 By 1 Comment
Who’s ready for the theatre? THIS GIRL. ‘Twas a good weekend. A great one, in fact. I went on three- count ’em, three– dates this weekend. Date One was with my husband to see the stellar Sky’s The Limit, Weather Permitting at Second City’s etc stage (’cause we know people in the show)! Date Two was with Nat n’ Rachael n’ P.J. to see Underworld: Awakening in IMAX and 3D…at the behest of Nat n’ me. And Date Three was with {Read More}
The New Normal.
November 3, 2011 By 1 Comment
Sure thing, Mom. Things are finally starting to settle into a routine around here. This is good news, as Susannah is exactly a month old tomorrow and that’s a rather long time for a hazy, crazy bit of whirliness. It’s also juuust about long enough for Nora’s panic/insanity/full-body-tantrums-every-time-the-doorbell-rings to have run its course. Some might say it’s actually a few days too long, but we try not to judge, overmuch. We’re beginning to discover what the New Normal means- which {Read More}
