Four Useless (Yet Awesome) Superpowers.

Superpowers. We all have ’em, even if you were previously unaware of your own superbness. Unfortunately, they’re not all crazy-marketable skills. In fact, some are downright useless. I’ll share a few of mine: Useless Awesome Superpower: Lip-reading. Why it’s awesome: Due to childhood hearing issues, I became quite good at reading lips across rooms. The ability to know what everyone’s saying? World domination! Why it’s useless: It really only works for folks whose speech patterns I’m already superbly familiar with. {Read More}

Burning Questions, Part 251: Disney.

Be our guest [to supply some answers]. We’ve recently begun unrolling the classic movies to our kids, and we’re currently on a Disney kick. (I’m digging this phase, as I can recall seeing most of these in the theater and thoroughly enjoying them then, too. For instance, I once had a date take me to see The Lion King. The Lion King. Like, not even the Broadway one. The animated Simba. I was

Keely Rants At Her Kid’s Clothing.

Resting up. So, Nora has this shirt. It’s a hand-me-down, as we’re lucky enough to have most of her clothing be. It’s short-sleeved, and features gold scrolling writing that spells out: “Where’s My Prince Charming?” And for some reason (that I couldn’t put my finger upon until today) this passively phrased tee bothered me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love princes and princesses. Dollhouses. Fairies n’ mermaids n’ trolls n’ dressing up. I love makeup and crowns. Disney movies. Happily {Read More}

Duct Tape House, Part- Oh, I Give Up.

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}

Daylight Savings AGAIN?!

Out of sorts. But not Emo malaise. It has come to my attention- and not for the first time, either- that the institution of Daylight Savings is a terrible idea. Truly awful. Lemme ‘splain. 1. Neither I, nor anyone in my immediate family or scope of reference, has now or at any time been A FARMER. I care not about an extra hour of crop harvestin’. Or an hour less. (I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE IT BENEFITS.) All know {Read More}

These Are My Current Events, Darnit.

THIS is what “30s With Kids” looks like.Hoodies and kitchen floors.Nary a sensible handbag. Okay, now I’m not one to dwell [overmuch, publicly] on things, but… Seriously. The ending of the seventh Harry Potter movie (Part 2, if you will, of The Deathly Hallows). And I swear that this is not a spoiler. Not unless you like wardrobe choice to be a tightly held secret. (Like a royal wedding!) Yeah, yeah, Voldemort (we can say his name now, yes?) and Snape and {Read More}

Best. Résumé. Ever.

I [try to] make it a habit to not mock people. Truly. But every now and again, something simply amazing crosses one’s desk. Namely mine. And even though I cannot say whose impressive stats these are- nor how I received this gem- I felt that I had to share. I give you Julia:  But Keely, you say. That’s nearly impossible to read! I know. Apparently in whatever region of the world in which this chick resides, the mimeograph machine is still {Read More}

Did I just nickname my blog?

Leaves a bad taste in my mouth, too. So many good and positive things have happened lately- the kind of stuff that makes me really dig my life and reflect on how blessed we all truly are. Also. There’s been a slooowly growing list of minor irritations that, if left unchecked, could level the entire north side of Chicago. This is that list. Politics:I’m just kidding.While there certainly are plenty o’ things to find a) hilarious, b) sad, or c) infuriating in {Read More}