Not only not recent, but not even ME. I am le tired. Perhaps it is the weather- this eternal just-on-the-cusp-of-March drizzle with twenty minute long bursts of quickly disappearing actual light- that makes me want to jump out a window. Except that my first floor is a half story up and the top level not high enough to really make a dramatic impact. (But maybe- just maybe- that’s the kinda window jumping I prefer.) (And then I remember that a {Read More}
There was also popcorn in bed. Doctor’s orders.
May 16, 2011 By 2 Comments
Sadly, Blogger has still (as of 9am CST today) not reinstated Thursday’s post. So, uh, maybe check back later if you’re dying for a mid-week recap? (And I know you are.) Also, Wordless Wednesday explanations? The first pic is a magnetic version of a paper doll, one that the girls for whom I nanny love to dress in ball gowns and the fanciest of gear. They decided to make one that “dresses like Kiki.” “Can’t I get a tiara or a {Read More}
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 12, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
I’m really bad at this.
May 11, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Semi-Wordless Wednesday. Any idea what the haps are in these two gems? Hint: The first one made me feel poorly about my self-image and the second is the sign of an overly adored daughter. (I’ll explain later on the F’book page.)
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 11, 2011 By 1 Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
Popapalooza ’11
May 9, 2011 By 3 Comments
It was a really great weekend. Sure, Keely, you say. You always have a good time/eat too much food/nap during the chaos/watch MST3k your Dad and old movies with your Mom. What made this trip so boss? He shreds. Well, there was live music. Featuring my Dad. And two bands. Three if you count my sister Chelly wailing on the vocals. And the food was in a buffet- that means that no one really knew how much food was consumed. (Secret: new {Read More}
On [in] the road [air] again…
May 5, 2011 By 3 Comments
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}
