Occasionally, I get the urge to move. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. The far reaches of the country, the edge of the forest, smack dab in the center of small town America (with a three-color gingerbread Victorian). Away from the nonstop noise, away from the screechy (and drunken) neighbors, away from the Good Lord, change your a/c filter, you’re blowing rancid air right into our shared walkway/my nasal passages. But then I have a weekend like this past one. Which starred, {Read More}
The Kiddos Take You To Montrose Beach.
July 18, 2013 By Leave a Comment
This morning, I took the girls to the beach. And thought I’d show you the drive towards the lake, just so everyone (i.e., non-Chicagoans) can see how bizarre it is that there are miles of beach within a major metropolitan area. (Like- not off a highway, not a town over, just right there. In the city.) Pulled out of our alley and headed east on Montrose. It’s very quiet here at 9am- the drunks are sleepingit off and no one {Read More}
Officer, I’d Like To Report A Herbicide.
July 17, 2013 By Leave a Comment
When P.J. and I moved in together, we received a housewarming plant. And even though I have a solid track record of alternating between over-loving plants (watering and pruning within an inch of their lives) and letting them die slow, neglected deaths, I seemed to be doing okay with Planty. Even when I didn’t allow for proper drainage, Planty persevered. And that time[s] I forgot to water Planty for roughly three weeks, he still grew another inch. We had a {Read More}
Cold Cereal Would’ve Been Faster.
July 15, 2013 By Leave a Comment
We were approaching hour six of the drive home yesterday- right around dinnertime. The girls had been good. SO good. They’d napped, read, played, and watched individual media like champions. I had also been good. (SO good.) I’d written and filed and emailed and kept my passenger seat comments to a minimum. (Hush up, P.J., I did. Ponder THAT.) So when we hit the city limits, Peej suggested we stop and pick up dinner to make that aspect of mealtime {Read More}
Pictures That May Just Make You Feel Awesome.
July 11, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Sometimes, after a long week of posting about cancer (and how you inadvertently flash your thong at church), it’s nice to see some pictures of baybees being all cute: Fun factoid: Their swimsuits are interchangeable. That’s right, my 1.5 and 3.5 year olds wear the same swimmies. “I’m not tired. I’m just gonna sit here. Sideways. With my eyes closed. For an hour and a half. NOT TIRED.” Oh, Zu, it’s not that bad. A moment before she made the {Read More}
Cancer And I Need To Have Words.
July 10, 2013 By Leave a Comment
So listen, I’m super duper sick of writing about cancer. Because it sucks and it’s awful and it’s evil and I want it to stop affecting my loved ones (and their loved ones). But I’m gonna need to go ahead and ask for some more of those Hey Internet, Let’s Beat Cancer vibes. Because my Uncle Felix- an extremely good friend of my family’s and my sister Rachel’s godfather- was just stricken with cancer. And it’s bad. Like, wicked, wicked, {Read More}
Netflix Wants To Make Your Summer Easier (And Nicer).
July 9, 2013 By Leave a Comment
This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Netflix. (Whoo hoo!) No one should be surprised by now that my family loves watching movies. And shows. And documentaries. And war epics. (Okay, that last one is a highly specific cross-section of the family which includes just one individual. He’s the tallest. And the only boy. And he’s P.J.) And I know y’all know how hard I love Netflix. The instant gratification. The nonexistent commercials. And the ability {Read More}
Is There A Penance For That?
July 8, 2013 By Leave a Comment
What’s that old saying- No Good Deed Goes Unpunished? Well, it oughta be amended to include the words And It’s Probably Gonna Be Public, Too. The other night as we were tucking in Nora, she looked up from her laundry list of prayers (people she loves/cupcakes/apples) and asked if we could go to church soon. P.J. and I exchanged a look. Oh yes, that. Ha HA! Now, my girls are no strangers to church, but our recent weekends have included {Read More}
