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five good things: even though it’s monday edition

Morning, chickadees! It was a beautiful, beautiful weekend that went really way too fast, and I’m still buzzing off the fumes, so I refuse to let Monday get me down. Here are some good things to get us through the day:

  1. I’m no longer illiterate. Whew. I was a little worried about it, but I finished The Nest last week which was the perfect New York-y story to get me back into the pages of books. Now I’m reading The Glass Castlewhich I never read when it came out, and man, it’s a fucked up memoir, but it’s also fast moving and interesting and great train fare. I’m back at it, and I’m so glad.
  2. Monday means a new Presidential podcast, and we’re already up to LBJ.  Since I know this podcast has an ending that’s coming fast and furiously, I’ve been binge listening to the Moth, which my coworkers at SB told me to listen to a million times, and I never listened because I’m the worst. I’m listening now, and I’m hooked, because who doesn’t love a good story?
  3.  This weekend was baby-heavy, just the way I like it. I got to meet sweet little George, my friend A’s baby, and even though my own baby isn’t even four months old yet, she seems like a full-grown adult when compared to that cuddly, sleepy, handsome guy I got to hang out with on Saturday afternoon. I swooned.

    Also this weekend, my newest niece (we don’t share blood, but I share important life stories with her mom & dad, and so it counts just the same) Helen Grace was born. Helen is beautiful and being a parent looks so good on my friends M&M that I can barely stand it. Let it be known that this season of life seems impossibly hard sometimes chickens, but it’s also impossibly sweet and that is important to remember in the middle of the night when the baby wakes up.

  4. JW and I celebrated our anniversary by eating the best pot stickers we’ve ever, ever had at Fat Rice and trying to play high/low with our marriage. Here’s the bottom line: we came up with a lot more highs than lows, and we like our life even better now than we did when we started.
  5. This weekend we had our wedding photographer Calynn take family photos of us downtown. We loved her when she captured our wedding, and we love that she got to capture our whole family. Also, we got to celebrate the photo shoot being over by eating gyros and french fries in Greektown, and so overall, it was a win.

And with that chicks, let this week begin. Bonus good thing: Chicago’s weather is done scorching us, and it looks like summer might bow to autumn, finally. Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it!


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Take 2(000)

Morning guys! It’s me. Remember? The clumsy blond who is occasionally funny, but better known as a disaster?

I’m back.

Or at least, I’m trying to be.

At the moment Theo is rolling around his sheepskin rug screaming and waving a whale rattle.

He’s my muse, right?

It’s a good test of my focus.

I have no focus, chickens.

Anyway, I thought because November is a month in which you are thankful, and in my life, I have been thankful for writing, that might be a good place to start back up with my observations and the tales I have left to tell.

And while the tales are no longer of distance running and tequila disasters, I like to think they still have some value.

So I woke up this morning with a lot of intention to write about all the things in my life that I’m thankful for.

And then I learned my second lesson on the week in the subject of guess-what-eight-month-olds-bite-when-they-nurse, and then things just kind of went downhill.

Don’t let this cute face distract you from his ferocious tiger jaws.


In any case, there is still much to be grateful for over here in my slightly-more-chaotic-than-even Second City, and I intend on getting back to sharing it with you guys, because man, I’ve missed you.

This morning I will throw up good energy in the direction of Daylight Savings time, because even though it’s now going to be dark when I head out of work, it was light this morning when I woke up to Theo screeching in the living room (thanks be to Jon and his tolerance for the 4:30 am wakeup call), and at this point in my life, I need the sunshine at 6:00 am more than anywhere else.

I’m thankful for sunshine, chickadees.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it.

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so this is christmas…almost.

Chickens, I have never been so excited to see Thursday before.

Mostly because it means Friday’s almost here for us.

Which means 12 days of no work for me.

The 12 days of Christmas, if you will.

Which I intend on spending in any number of ways that has nothing to do with cubicles, project management, or conference calls.

It’s a wonderful life, is what I think about that set of circumstances.

My baby sister rolls into town tomorrow night for almost a week, which is also great news. This means several days of Palluzzi-togetherness, coupled with someone to boss me into getting ready for this child we’re about to have.

There’s nothing like a bossy baby sister to help you get it together.

Check in with me next week to see if I’m still feeling that way.

Up tonight: one more evening avoiding yoga class (I promise, Baby W, we’ll get back there tomorrow night), dinner with JW that neither of us is cooking, and trudging through a couple more meetings.

Piece of cake, chickadees. I’m skating right through until the holiday.

Enjoy this one, and stay warm!

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and we’re right back here again.

Morning, chickens!

We’ve hit the halfway point of the week- that was fast.

I think that was fast, anyway.

Up today: several million meetings followed by the company holiday party, which will obviously be a very tame event for me this year.

In fact, I think that wrestling myself into a pair of maternity tights (tights with a panel are weird, you guys), might be the most exciting part of my holiday party experience, and luckily, I’ve already gotten that over with for the morning.

Quick tip: Should you ever find yourself in need of donning a pair of maternity tights, you should get them on in the privacy of your own room, with the door closed, with no other humans even present in your home, lest they come in by accident and witness something they can’t un-see.

Yes, I’d say it was that bad.

But I’ve always been uncoordinated, so maybe it was just me.

In any case, in years past the holiday party has consisted of several after events, all culminating in a nice, boozy cab ride home with my pals.

We’ve been doing this since that was an acceptable practice in our lives.

At age not-quite-thirty, I would argue that it still technically is.

Please see above for examples of our youthful trips to the Hangge Uppe, and JK’s name tag, still affixed at the bar, just in case we made some new friends. Also, a picture of CJ at her tannest ever for the Chicago winter.

Despite the fact that I will not be drinking my usual handful of white wines before switching to well vodka and dancing in 2013, I am looking forward to an early exit from the office and a chance to stop and chat before everyone scatters to their respective corners of the Midwest next week.

And with that, I’m off to get this party started.

Enjoy this one, chickens!


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lazy weekends and fast starts.

Morning, chickadees!

Yesterday was  a rude awakening to a week of the commute after a weekend in which JW and I watched approximately a dozen movies, cleaned out one baby room, and hunkered down in our living room to just.do.nothing.

It was a lovely life, but unfortunately, not sustainable for more than 24 hours.

I also dragged myself through a snowstorm to bells, where G let me know he was disappointed that I haven’t seemed to get any bigger over the past two weeks.

Not knowing exactly how to take that, I just swung my bell and laughed a little.

I’m roughly the size of a baby rhino at this point, in case you were wondering.

Yesterday, despite being a Monday, was fairly exciting for two specific reasons.

I got to take a photo with the Olympic torch:



A little blurry, but you get the idea. I love worldwide competition and global goodwill, so this was obviously a highlight of the month for me.

Please note, my unborn child is so large that my stomach is protruding through that torch cut out.

Also yesterday: The Lions, who I usually would be cheering for, but in the rough world of statistics and me loving the Bears most was not, could not quite pull it out against the Ravens, which means that my team continues to have a shot.

Don’t blow it, you guys. It’s the holiday season.

And with that, I’m ready to hit up Tuesday- I’ve got a long, long break waiting for me at the end of this one, and I can’t wait to get started.

Stay warm, chickadees!

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laying low

Morning, chickadees!

I meant to sleep in today, but it didn’t happen, so I’m planning out a list of items I can complete from my home so that I can be productive without putting on my boots.

I break only for yoga and food, in this scenario.

With one more week to go before the holidays are truly, 100% upon us, my plan is to keep my condo clean, watch JW finish wrapping presents (you guys, I’m the worst at that), and try and get to yoga and bells enough times so that Baby W’s brain continues to super-develop.

Also enough times so I don’t get restless and cranky.

This weekend I have pretty much zero plans except to attempt to photo hunt snowy owls with my mom tomorrow.

It’s exactly the kind of weekend I could use.

Pregnancy is turning out to be kind of like hibernation, chickens, in case you were wondering. With ten weeks to go, I can’t think of many things I’d rather do than hang out on my couch and stare at my Christmas tree.

I worry this is making me boring, but I figure the time for excitement isn’t too far off here.

And with that, I’m off to find some breakfast and put my feet up for the next few hours- enjoy this one chickadees- the weekend’s so close I can taste it!

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taking the tour and marching through the week

Morning, chickens!

I’m dreading the thought of heading out in this one, since my phone is telling me I’m about to deal with sub zero temperatures.

The kind of day that would maybe be better spent inside.

Alas, it’s the last one of the week for me, so I’ll suck it up, hope my coat stays snapped up (things are getting a little precarious when it comes to my coat and it fitting around all parts of me, you guys) and trudge into the office.

If we can all get that done, I think it counts as the day’s chief accomplishment.

Until the commute home, anyway.

Yesterday, JW and I checked out the hospital where Baby W will be making his grand entrance. This meant a nice, early day for both of us, and a tour through where I’ll be making all my stops in February.

My dad’s a nurse, and has pretty much always worked in a hospital, so hospitals don’t freak me out. I actually really like them. I know people (read: my husband) find this to be really odd, but I like hearing about how the leaf motif is meant to bring the outside in, and I also like knowing all the ins and outs of the floors before getting there. I like the hustle and bustle of people taking care of other people.

Mostly I like the fact that you can order food 24 hours a day. Let’s stick to the important stuff.

Once we finished up and JW vetoed my plan to wait until the last minute to head into the hospital so as to avoid time in triage (just like the airport, I mused. I don’t like spending any time waiting around. JW noted that he’d prefer if the Northwestern doormen not be the ones to deliver the little guy. We’ll compromise, I guess), we headed home before sundown, wrapped presents (well, JW wrapped presents. I watched.), watched movies, and drank hot chocolate.

Not a better way to get through the middle of the week, chickens.

Stay warm out there today- we’re so close to the weekend.


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