I will drown my sorrows in nacho cheese.

Let’s just keep on walking, Dad. This past Friday, I suffered my first middle school breakup…since middle school. It was rough. It was also, oddly enough, with a bank. I’ve long touted the fabulousness of Chase Bank’s plethora of ATMs. And sure, that’s about it- but for a little while, it was enough. My first bank account in Chicago was with them, back in ’02. And yeah, absolutely, back then they were Bank One. But the transition to Chase was {Read More}

Is there a statute of limitations on stealing music?

Last night, as I was driving to Target (and thoroughly enjoying the alone time; I think it was Louis C.K. who deemed the walk from putting the kids in the backseat and getting to the driver’s seat as a mini vacation), I flipped through the radio stations. Happily for my solo singin’ time, the song Rosanna came on the radio. (I love Toto. Have since I was six, which is roughly when that song came out.) Inexplicably, hearing it made {Read More}

Nora’s the coolest and her parents are the laziest.

You’ll have to excuse the tardiness of the blog today (cue Van Halen: I don’t feel tardy…) due to my inability to hold facts, dates, or appointments in my brain or on my phone. You know when a good time to remember when you’re working the next morning is not? The middle of the night. A good, cold shock of adrenaline really starts the week off correctly. Hence the stellar packing of All Things Nora and the less than ideal {Read More}

And Another Thing…

Spinning some Slayer. Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day. And I am not playing any tricks, nor am I currently accepting applications for tricks to be played upon me. In fact, heads will roll. Real ones. (Not pretend, April-Foolery ones.) Last year I convinced my family that, while caring for a five month-old, I was ecstatic to announce a new pregnancy. (Ha HAH!) And, if you’ll recall, my sister Em- having not the TIME to read down to the bottom of the {Read More}

Someone should really clean this kid up…

Workaday, workaday. P.J. has returned and has brought with him a heart-shaped rock, so all is right with the world. While it’s exceptionally good to have him back (and Nora, who has still yet to see him due to irregular sleeping patterns, will most likely lose her petite li’l head), here are a few surprising things that I have learned over this long weekend: 1. The biggest fear I have about being the only grownup at home- more than burglars, murderers, {Read More}

Does Mickey D’s deliver?

Poor abandoned kid, living in a milk crate. First things first: happiest of birthdays to one of my oldest pals (in years of closeness, that is, not oldest-living-friend.) We love you, Auntie Jen! Test the waters o’ 31 for me, I’ll be there in a couple of months. Now. For the serious news. P.J. has left me. For four days. And it’s…weird. Quite weird. At first, I panicked. You mean I hafta do all of this alone? Feed and bathe {Read More}

Aaand…by posting time it’s partly sunny.

Not to be all whiny about the weather…but seriously. What is up with this weather? Having lived in Chicago for 8.5 years (yeah, it was originally supposed to be for under a year), this should not surprise me. Chicago does not have a Spring. We have seven months of Winter, followed by a week of rain, then it is SUMMER. But each and every year I find myself surprised- nay, angered– by the lack of springtimeliness. Last week was a {Read More}

It’s Diptictastic.

Folks, it’s happened. The fine folks who brought us the Diptic app have combined two of my greatest loves: documenting my child and not using Photoshop or GIMP. What’s Diptic, you ask? It’s a photo manipulation program that lets the user resize, colorize, collage, and border images together. You know, the kind of thing that takes me a good weekend in Photoshop and GIMP. (And the kicker is- I know how to use those programs! Kind of.) Turns out, flicking an image {Read More}