Why I Should Never Travel Alone; Ghost Story Edition.

And now, filed under Things Which Make Me Question/Hate Myself: The other morning, as I made my way to the train- laden with bags and more than a little guilt at leaving my children for the weekend- I thought about my parents, whom I was excited to see. My kids, whom I already missed. The amount of work which might never see the light of day. My imminent flight sans children or [non-psychological] baggage, and the pressure I was putting {Read More}

This Whole Vending Machine’s Out Of Order!

I object. This past Friday, I was called to perform an extremely important duty. In an instant (after checking the hotline at 4:30pm, CST) I became Keely: Juror.  I did not take this job lightly. (Most likely because I was stoked beyond belief to get to ride solo on a train, read a book, and potentially use the bathroom by myself at some point during the day.) Here is how I prepared for my Big Day O’ Juroring:-I showered.-I ate {Read More}

Hint- If You Give Nora A Sip, Don’t Expect It Back.

We’re heading back to Chicago in a little bit- and you’ll all be thrilled to know that I forgot only the barest minimum of necessities. We made do. (Although Nora might beg to differ, as one of the forgotten items was her hair detangler spray, and Miss Nimbus had to suffer through plain ol’ conditioner and combing and yelling.) As time is of the essence, the car is not even remotely packed, and I’m not entirely certain where Susannah is, {Read More}

Olley Olley.

Yep, made it on the flight. It seems I have used all of my good travel karma- not to mention other travelers’ good will. Yesterday’s travels capped off an otherwise stellar week with simply abysmal airport conditions. (I realize it’s rather bougie to complain about expensive travel- and jaunts that get us home safely, at that- but permit me the post-holiday catharsis of a good ol’ transit whine.) I was already feeling rather mopey about leaving the homestead. Not only {Read More}

From somewhere in the Midwest…

Happy Memorial Day! In light of the fact that many of you are traveling…and many of you are on your third brunch of the weekend- for example- we’re gonna go ahead and do a real post tomorrow. Love and thanks and hopes for a wundy day, Keel n’ Peej n’ N.J. Thumbnail pic courtesy of Clark Street PhotographyHappy weekend, indeed!

On [in] the road [air] again…

This is how I USED to travel. This morning, the mini Schoeny clan o’ Chicago shall be heading back East. Sadly, this involves plane travel. Over the past few years, I’ve come to realize that I am a car trip kinda gal. So is my daughter. So is my husband (sans the “gal” part.) In fact, that last part is a bit of an understatement. Peej is the KING of the road trip. (And I am his consort. I can {Read More}

Whine and Jeez.

Magical cookies. I totally jinxed myself. Why oh why would I put it out there to the cosmos that I was relaxed- especially after my drama-free flight? And how about the fact that yesterday afternoon I actually mentioned that I had NOTHING to blog about for Monday morning? That’ll show me. United Airlines Strike Number 1: The flight was delayed. For mechanical reasons. In fact, it hadn’t even left Chicago by the time I got to the airport, less than an hour {Read More}

Let us pray.

Hi! Nora’s a really good little kid. I feel like I haven’t been blogging about her as much as I used to- back in the days of first food, first sounds, first episode of The Office- because she’s always just around. Being cool. Sure, she’s in the stories a ton, but hasn’t gotten a ton of solo press lately. So here’s what’s up with the biggie little in the house: -Anytime I’ve helped one of my kiddos out on the potty, {Read More}