Sometimes I make notes on my phone, stuff I want to remember and randomly insert into a blog post. I use my version of shorthand- which is really not shorthand at ALL, nor is it terribly short- which proves confusing, occasionally. Today’s note- vmpre bathroom. (See? That second word wasn’t even any different!) I was pretty sure I meant “vampire” bathroom, which made me feel good to figure out. Then I felt badly again, realizing that I still had no {Read More}
Are they trying to intimidate me?
October 1, 2009 By 10 Comments
Well, I needn’t have been worried. With the end of Great Expectations (the class, not the book- I finished that in ’96) I feared that my baby saga would no longer be funny- or, worse yet, no longer bring up relevant and timely pregnancy ads on my sidebar. (Have you noticed them? I get maybe an eighth of a cent every time you use one. Click click, people!) As it turns out, being pregnant is still SO MUCH FUN that {Read More}
Thirty weeks! That sounds close.
August 27, 2009 By 3 Comments
It kinda feels like I’m in the “official” part of my pregnancy- like, now that it’s ten weeks or less ’til Baby Central, this means that I actually have to HAVE THE KID. And other such fun. I’m thoroughly NOT enjoying the every two weeks appointments. The constant poking, prodding and weigh-ins make me feel less Earth Mother and more Rocky Post-Retirement. Or like a science experiment gone horribly awry. (“Why are you still gaining weight?” “Well, until the kid {Read More}
It’s kinda like camping.
August 5, 2009 By 4 Comments
Shameless self-promotion: the ‘Snapshots’ festival that 20% Theatre Chicago produces every year is this weekend! One of my better one-acts is featured, as are two pieces that P.J. gets to rock. Come play! Thursday through Saturday at 8pm, Sunday at 7pm. Strawdog Theatre, 3829 N. Broadway, Chicago. Email at twentypercentchicago@yahoo.com for reservations (and a good time.) Business done? Yes? (Not even remotely.) Yes, we have a new house. Yes, I’m wildly pregnant. But no, I don’t feel like blogging about {Read More}
Why yes, those ARE little daisies on my toenail.
June 24, 2009 By 3 Comments
We are almost at 5000 hits, people. Let’s do this. (And yes, I realize that people who get Google Reader updates and the like don’t necessarily count in the overall tally, but…I’m a very tangible person. Tactile, even. Some might say tangential.) Last Tuesday was the 20 week appointment wherein we got to see Bitsy Baby Schoeny. And P.J.’s chin, my nose, and the feet belonging to someone awfully antsy. It was wild to see the kiddo’s jaw opening and {Read More}
Starin’ down the business end of 29.
June 5, 2009 By 5 Comments
Or as my sis Kate tells me- The Beginning of My 30th Year. (Not helpful. Accurate, but still unneccessary.) And my youngest sister Emma insists that ’30’ is still technically one’s late ’20s. “I mean, it’s 30, but whatever.” Okie doke! But that is for another year. This is the era where ’28’ passes off the baton to ’29’- more like ’28’ shoves the baton into ’29’s’ reluctant palms like it’s covered in a swine flu/strep amalgamation (currently running rampart {Read More}
We’re still having a taco. Just try to stop us.
April 30, 2009 By 2 Comments
13 weeks! I’m officially in my second trimester! We celebrated last night by eating a ton of tacos. This is only slightly different from the other three times we “celebrated” with tacos this week. Not to mention my Saturday afternoon “celebratory” tostada fix at the ‘Famous Taco and Burrito King.’ I’ve come a to very important conclusion thus far in the pregnancy; even though this is the coolest thing I’ve ever done, even though it’s absolutely awesome to know I’m {Read More}
I need a vacation from my vacation.
April 8, 2009 By 3 Comments
I think that should be up there with “I don’t do Mondays,” “Hang in there,” and “I’m with stupid.” (Also, as it was recently pointed out to me: phrases on a mug= witty, ironic humor. Phrases on a tee shirt? Not quite so classy.) Anyhow, as I’ve recently come back from *Cali ’09,* I thought I’d share some highlights. Highlights, mind you, and not full blown tales. I am EXHAUSTED, after all. Los Angeles- Met Scott Bakula. (Life highlight, I {Read More}
