Okay, the whole “dibs” thing really needs to end. Like a week ago. For those not in the greater Chicagoland area or not aware of the debilitating bonkertude that a day and change of snow can inflict, I am not speaking of those delicious chocolate covered ice cream wonders. Those are permitted. I am speaking, of course, about every single one of my neighbors and their household furniture. Holding parking spots. Ones that they’d shoveled. TWO WEEKS AGO. Sure, I {Read More}
The Art of the Lull.
February 15, 2011 By 11 Comments
Music is a constant in our house. We have cleaning mixes, Sunday morning albums, and classic vinyl on rotation. Nora can usually tell the who, what, and where of a situation by what’s currently playing: Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros? Time to dance with Dad before supper. ’40s on 4, Sirius XM? Mom’s doing a project in the kitchen. Sweet Baby James up in her bedroom? Time to line up the Beanie Babies and Trolls- it’s playtime. We’ve been {Read More}
Say it with clowns.
February 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
Way too big for love. It’s Valentine’s Day! That wonderful time of cellophane and glitter and overindulgence and tutus and sugar-crash naps. This year, I’ve included a pic of Nora’s valentine for everyone to see. First things first. You may be asking yourself why the card is so garishly big. Noted. And. Secondly, that is a grapefruit next to the valentine for size comparison. Here is what went down. I made a handful of normal-sized valentines for the usual crowd. Nothing crazy {Read More}
I am so lazy.
February 10, 2011 By 7 Comments
This floor is dirtying my nightgown. “Fast, cheap, and good… pick two. If it’s fast and cheap it won’t be good. If it’s cheap and good it won’t be fast. If it’s fast and good it won’t be cheap. Fast, cheap, and good… pick two words to live by.” – Tom Waits That’s one of my husband’s favorite quotes. And it happens to be attributed to one of my favorite songwriters. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, in terms of {Read More}
Sick. But not the way the cool kids say it.
February 7, 2011 By 4 Comments
Go lay down, Keely. Who didn’t see this one coming? I got le sick. Nora so generously gave me her cold- and it mutated into a special blend of adult yuck, fatigue x a trillion, and the whinies. I know that, in the past, I’ve made fun of certain gentlemenfolk and their inability to a) be sick, and b) empathize with those so afflicted. (And it still stands. ‘Cause it’s really, really funny and so often true.) Nevertheless! I’ve outdone {Read More}
Beyond Thundersnow.
February 3, 2011 By 5 Comments
The beginning of the end (for the patio furniture.) The Snowpocalypse is very real, people. So is the seemingly improbable “Thunder Show.” (Two men enter, one man leaves. That man is very likely my husband, shoveling out the neighbors’ walks and making snow angels.) We got pummeled. And there’s nothing quite like seeing Mother Nature make your one-way street a hilly snow tundra (complete with a light show to rival Pink Floyd’s) to make you thankful for heated ceramic tile {Read More}
Whine and Jeez.
January 31, 2011 By 5 Comments
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}
Can I write a Trip Advisor review?
January 27, 2011 By 5 Comments
Nice. I am really, really relaxed. This does not make for a compelling read, I realize. But let’s see if I can create some dramatic tension, twists n’ turns, and cliffhangers for bloggy’s sake. On Tuesday morning we got Nora out of bed at 5:45am to head to O’Hare. I had booked the earliest flight possible, thinking that it would be easy that way. (Sure, ’cause nothing says ‘easy’ like an exhausted toddler.) And an accident on 90/94 made me {Read More}
