Shameless self-promotion: the ‘Snapshots’ festival that 20% Theatre Chicago produces every year is this weekend! One of my better one-acts is featured, as are two pieces that P.J. gets to rock. Come play! Thursday through Saturday at 8pm, Sunday at 7pm. Strawdog Theatre, 3829 N. Broadway, Chicago. Email at twentypercentchicago@yahoo.com for reservations (and a good time.) Business done? Yes? (Not even remotely.) Yes, we have a new house. Yes, I’m wildly pregnant. But no, I don’t feel like blogging about {Read More}
Soon I’ll need time to process the end of ‘Harper’s Island.’
July 20, 2009 By 1 Comment
We’ll keep this one brief, as I’ve got a few pressing things on my plate. And my “plate,” I mean “bladder.” (How’s THAT for mixing metaphors?) But I am indeed alive and well…well-ish…(Welsh?) and figured I could afford the time to jot down a few funny things of late… Pregnancy (something I like to acknowledge between the all the goings-on with the house, apartment, car and, you know, work): The baby has hiccups! Or I have rhythmic gas bubbles! Either {Read More}
Anyone have a Tums?
July 9, 2009 By 7 Comments
So, in roughly the amount of time it took to BUILD a new (and smallish) house, we managed to PURCHASE one! For crazy amounts of Monopoly money that I was briefly allowed to touch before it was snapped up in the hands of Lawyers. (Would someone like to buy me a sandwich? I feel that to make this purchase work, we may have to forego “food” for a while.) It’s totally worth it! No apartment number EVER AGAIN! We sat {Read More}
Why yes, those ARE little daisies on my toenail.
June 24, 2009 By 3 Comments
We are almost at 5000 hits, people. Let’s do this. (And yes, I realize that people who get Google Reader updates and the like don’t necessarily count in the overall tally, but…I’m a very tangible person. Tactile, even. Some might say tangential.) Last Tuesday was the 20 week appointment wherein we got to see Bitsy Baby Schoeny. And P.J.’s chin, my nose, and the feet belonging to someone awfully antsy. It was wild to see the kiddo’s jaw opening and {Read More}
Does anyone else smell that?
June 15, 2009 By 6 Comments
First off, a big ol’ thank you to the city of Chicago for hosting eighty-seven festivals and events this weekend. (I witnessed four this weekend: RibsFest in Lincoln Square, the Old Town Arts Fair and St. Mike’s Festival in Old Town/Lincoln Park, plus we kinda waltzed past Midsommarfest in Andersonville while waiting for a non-existant Damen bus.) That, plus a nice jaunt over to Foster Ave. beach (perhaps sitting a TAD too close to raunchy teens and/or breastfeeding mothers of {Read More}
Starin’ down the business end of 29.
June 5, 2009 By 5 Comments
Or as my sis Kate tells me- The Beginning of My 30th Year. (Not helpful. Accurate, but still unneccessary.) And my youngest sister Emma insists that ’30’ is still technically one’s late ’20s. “I mean, it’s 30, but whatever.” Okie doke! But that is for another year. This is the era where ’28’ passes off the baton to ’29’- more like ’28’ shoves the baton into ’29’s’ reluctant palms like it’s covered in a swine flu/strep amalgamation (currently running rampart {Read More}
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May 21, 2009 By 4 Comments
So, good news and bad news. The good news is that, as of today, the house we wish to purchase is not haunted. So far. Insomuch as we know. The bad news? A little hauntin’ and the subsequent exorcism may have proved cheaper financially. (Not spiritually. You can’t put a price tag on otherworldly security. Besides, I’d be a horrid “post-haunt” interview. Lots of tears.) Turns out, we need a new roof. Not immediately, but soon. Ish. So we’re probably {Read More}
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
May 13, 2009 By 3 Comments
No. This past weekend (starting on Friday, really) I had the distinct privilege of heading to O’Hare at 4am. (Nat? “As you do.”) It was the beginning of my Let’s See All the Sisters College Tour ’09. And in the nick of time, too- they graduate in a couple of weeks! The flight was lovely, as I had drifted off to sleep right after takeoff…only to be nudged awake by an apologetic flight attendant. Would I care for a drink? {Read More}
