Lollygag Blog

It has recently come to my attention that my blog used to be “funnier” when it wasn’t so much “journalling.” My apologies. Although quite honestly, this was never intended to be a laugh-a-minute type thing. Sadly, the things that people find amusing are actual events, truthful musings and honest to gosh awkward scenarios that, were they kept inside, would but fester. That said, here is my favorite joke. A grasshopper walks into a bar and takes a seat at the {Read More}

This year is really turning around. (Which is good. See: the past two weeks.) A new president! Not to be all political- I’ll leave that to Slate, Salon and Pinko mag– but I’m completely stoked about Barack, the closing of Gitmo (in a year, sure, okay) and the J. Crew wardrobes that the Obama gals were rocking.  Also, this week brought the newest Schoeny member, Mr. James Boden Schoeny, 7lbs, 7oz. He may go by Boden, Bodie, or (my favorite) {Read More}

…is my favorite made-up word. That said, I can go forward with my original thought. And so, irregardless of my junky past week and the debilitating illness (wherein I face a very real danger of tissuing myself to death) of this current one, I’ve managed to eke out a universal truth AND PAY IT HEED: There is absolutely no situation in which a 28-year old (namely, myself) should either be encouraged or allowed to wear any tee shirt that is {Read More}

Wow! Have things changed in the past week or WHAT? I’ve been told to “stay positive,” so, um, here goes. Bad news: LOOKS LIKE WE’RE NOT SO MUCH BUYING A HOUSE. The seller is potentially a psychopath and an ex Chicago cop who isn’t crazy digging the idea of giving us his mother’s home anymore. Apparently we have offended him. (When an employee of the city of Chicago shows displeasure with you, I’ve learned it’s best to walk away slowly {Read More}

Not quite as catchy. Let’s recap a banner year in the life of a Lolly, yes? January- Began a five month production process with Dog & Pony Theatre for their critically acclaimed “As Told By the Vivian Girls.” Understudied all seven female leads. Optimistically thought this would be a nice, easy project to stay in the game whilst planning a wedding. And Chance’s baby sis Scout Delilah was born, bringing my total kiddos to five- a nice, good nanny number. {Read More}

Yesterday my little gal J turned 6 years old. I’ve been her nanny for 5 1/2 years! (That would make me…23? Yes.) I gave her a pretty green amber pendant of a shamrock on a sterling chain- J and I are really into good luck charms and she knows about different stones and what sort of mystical things they do. (Also, if you ever want to be impressed, ask her about fairies. She’ll tell you about details like shoes and {Read More}

Well, excellent news. Yesterday the stitches were removed from my arm and the scar seems to be healing straight! Phew! What DID sting, however, was the 20 buck copay for a five second procedure (that, regardless of what “medical professionals” may tell me- I could have done by myself.) I mean, it’s not like I begged for this appointment…no no! They made me come back! I was all for glue stitches but NO…apparently they were afraid I was a BLEEDER. {Read More}

Now where were we…? Ah yes. I was in the midst of my high school reunion, being informed that my aging innards might be oh-so-dusty (Seriously. Who has ALL of their children in this day and age by 28? No one living in a major metropolitan area, I’ll tell you what.) This made me feel good.  What DID make me feel good was reconnecting (I hate that word) with an excellent pal whose book I stole in high school. We {Read More}