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heading toward what’s up next.

Morning, chickens!

And pardon the interruption, but we’re getting ready for a VIP arrival around here in the next couple of weeks, so things are getting a little crazy.

And in between things getting a little crazy, I’m doing a lot of couch resting.

Mixed in with a little yoga and snowy walking for good measure.

I’m still working under the premise that my 40 weeks of exercise might give this little guy an edge somewhere.

In any case, it’s keeping me from losing it, and isn’t that an edge?

I thought so.

This weekend was the kind where you run errands and watch movies and hang out with your friends and eat delicious chili.

I loved all of it, except for the part where the Superbowl was the least fun thing to watch on this planet.

I do not begrudge the Seahawks their victory in the least, but it would have been more fun to watch a little back and forth.

Says the girl who had no real allegiances Sunday night.

And now, college basketball, NHL hockey, the first two weeks of baseball season where I actually think the Cubs have a chance, and a newborn to see me through until football starts again.

But first, guys, the Olympics. I love that the winter Olympics coincides with my birthday- bring on the global competition and emotional how-we-made-it-to-Sochi stories.

I’ll be over football in no time.

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i am underprepared/but i am willing

Morning, chickens.

And welcome to 2014!

A snowy, cold new year is upon us in Chicago, and while I’m happy to be in it, I’d rather, I think, be in the new year and also in my bed still.

After a nice, long break from work and commuting and thinking about things besides baby decorations and my next meal and what movie JW and I were going to watch, it’s time to get back into the real, adult world of the office.

At least until Baby W shows up, that is.

We spent New Years’ Eve doing not much of anything, which was actually perfect for me, since hanging on my couch and not putting on real clothes are increasingly becoming my two favorite activities.

Things seem to be getting a little slower as I get to the end of this, and I’m giving myself permission to get into that.

It’s good to learn to move at a less frantic pace, chicks.

Yesterday, after waking up without a hangover on the first day of the year for the first time in who knows how long (if you’re wondering, you guys, that’s an awesome feeling. Totally worth staying in, eating pasta, and watching mob movies for…), we watched more Game of Thrones, which I am finally getting into, despite the fact that it’s the kind of show I have to pay close attention to, and headed to my mom’s to watch the Rose Bowl, the only positive sports game of the week.

Spartans for the win, chickadee, and husband in a great mood. Unlike Sunday, where we both spent the evening sulking.

I thought I was ready to talk about it, but I’m not.

So Go Spartans, is what I meant.

Up today: back at it, through the snow, although I’ve got new boots to get me downtown:


These boots are warm and dry and awesome, and my only complaint is that due to being extremely pregnant and the size of a small rhino, it takes extra time to pull them on and off.

Bending over is becoming a thing.

I’m still going to bells on Saturday.

Enjoy this one, chickadees!

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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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five good things: this one’s not so bad, edition

All right, chickadees, somehow Monday has snuck up on us again.

I’m trying not to take it personally.

However, this week is the lead in for the holiday season, and so despite being at the very beginning of it, I can think of at least five good things that come with it.

In no particular order.

1. After a 1 hr, 53 minute delay, crazy winds and a huge storm, and overtime, the Chicago Bears managed to win against the Ravens last night.

We’ve had a couple shaky appearances, but we powered through last night, and now, we just have to keep winning.

No big deal, right?

2. This is a short week for me, and it’s also filled with mini celebrations and corporate meetings that I’m hoping are going to make it move just a little quicker than usual. What’s better than that?

3. This week also marks the final countdown for JW’s MBA. One week from today is his last final, which means that one week from tomorrow, he’s officially finished with the hours of reading, the late night classes, and the caffeine binges, among other things.

I don’t even think he knows what that’s gonna look like, but my guess is, he’s pretty excited about it.

4. Towards the end of this week, my grandmother and JW’s parents head into town for the holiday, which means lots of hanging and company and holiday-ish things.

And really, is there anything better than that?

I didn’t think so.

5. This weekend, in addition to working out and celebrating birthdays and not eating every meal out, I also managed to swing by the library, renew my card, and pay my 20 cents fine, meaning I’ve got new books to read and an online account that functions again.

Bring on the winter and also, the slowing down that’s bound to come as this baby bulks up. I’m equipped. Any recommendations?

And with that, chickens, I’m off to tackle this one. Things are looking up this morning. Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it.

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bearing way down.

Morning, chickens.

We made it out of Monday alive.

Serious accomplishments over here.

Last night, after struggling through a bout of kettlebells (maybe just do that one without the bell for now, Gene suggested, as I realized I couldn’t heave it over my head and bend over at the same time), I came home to watch Monday Night Football.

Bears vs. Packers.

No matchup that I like better.

Chicks, I’m known for perhaps getting a bit too into football. I’m the kind of person who blacks out in my excitement and ends up on top of the couch, screaming incoherent things at my favorite players before finally coming to and climbing back down.

I love football.

And I love the rivalry between Chicago and Green Bay so much that a couple years ago, JD and I were banned from stepping out into public for this particular game, after a near-fight with a couple of Packers fans who showed up to the bar where we were trying to enjoy the game.

In our defense, they were on our turf.

Last night, however, I noted yet another change based on my body’s current occupant.

I am sure, however, that this has nothing to do with Baby W’s love of football.

I’m sure he’s just tired from all the growing.

However, I spent most of the night silently cheering on the Bears from under a blanket on my couch.

There was no leaping to my feet.

I barely raised my voice.

When JW made it home for the end of the fourth quarter, I was blinking in and out of consciousness.

Despite the fact that the Packers had the ball and we had only a precarious lead of seven.

I assure you, these actions do not correlate with how much I wanted the Bears to win.

After two amazing sacks by our defense to end the game, I announced that I had to go to bed.

JW said it didn’t feel like a win without me climbing on top of the couch.

So I obliged him, despite the fact that I’m pretty sure I looked like a zombie up there.

It was the first time the Bears had taken down Green Bay in years though, chickadees, so maybe there’s something to be said for some softer celebration.

Enjoy the win, Second City.

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a quick break and a funny story.

Morning, chickens!

And just like that, we’ve made it back around.

It was a nice little weekend.

I used Friday night to nurse my cold, and by noon on Saturday, I was determined to get back to the land of the living.

It’s a much better place than my couch.

We spent some of Saturday hanging with T and his siblings, which meant running around the park for an hour and holding our breath the whole time because all he wants to do is climb and jump off things that seem Awfully High.

Luckily, T also understands the importance of safety.



Helmets, you guys.

Also this weekend: we spent time with V, J, and their beautiful daughter A, who is three months old, but so tall that I suspect she’ll overtake me by the time she’s two.

In addition, there was yoga, cooking, and a day of football in which the Bears pulled it out at the last second, so all of the screaming and obnoxious couch jumping I did obviously worked.

Right? That’s what pushed them over the edge, I’m pretty sure.

Also, a pretty hysterical conversation with my brother and father as I left, which remind me that they are the same exact person.

My mom was giving me some eggplant parm to go, and my father walked by and asked why she was using the particular container she had in her hand to me.

“I’m giving her the leftovers in this tupperware,” my mom explained.

“In that tupperware?! Don’t give her that- that’s so much more than tupperware.” At which point, he exited the scene mumbling and my mom and I looked at each other wondering why he was so attached to glass containers.

Enter MJ.

“Mom, why are you giving her that tupperware? That’s special- don’t give her that!”

More puzzled looks, as he exited the kitchen mumbling about how he needs a routine.

Which apparently glassware is now an integral part of in his life.

I’ll try my best not to harm the Palluzzi family heirlooms.

Enjoy this one chickadees, we’re right at the start of something.

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bearing with it.

And just like that, we’ve hit Monday again.

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

It’s just a bit shocking, after three days of hanging around, not going to work.

This was a beautiful weekend, filled with yoga and kettlebells and movies and volleyball games (volleyball, I’ve decided, is a good sport to watch, especially when it’s featuring your favorite 14-year-old girl) and of course, lots of football.

You guys, football season is my favorite season, by far.

When passing a garage that had been renovated into a “man cave”, JW started to talk about his ideal future man cave plan, at which point I felt it necessary to alert him to a serious flaw.

It’s not going to be a man cave, really, because you’re gonna have to let me in there to watch football, I mentioned.

He conceded that it was probably true.

Of course I was  excited to watch the Bears win it at home, especially since I spent the morning reading analysis that said we wouldn’t be able to make it past the Bengals.

Please, you guys.

We’re the Bears.

In addition, despite my constant mourning over the loss of Lovie Smith (you guys, I loved him), I admit that Trestman, despite looking scrawny and a little emotionless (why can’t we hire someone with a couple facial expressions? Or maybe someone who throws a clipboard when we throw an interception? I’m looking for passion, chickens), he let us play it out on 4th and inches, which resulted in a touchdown, which ultimately ended in a win.

Lovie, I love you, but I suspect you would have handed the ball to Robbie Gould and settled for three points.

And that’s all I have to say about that.


Bear down, Chicago, and enjoy this week- we’re right at the start of it.

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