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requesting audiences and new perspectives.

Morning chickens!

We’ve been fairly busy over here in our corner of the world, and I hope everyone else is enjoying (or did enjoy) a nice break with friends and family.

My baby sister and her husband were here, which meant, among other things, good food, card games, a resurgence of the Palluzzi children’s obsession with Super Mario, and lots of snuggles with Boo.

Boo seems a bit shell shocked that he’s spending the week with just me, and not in a good way.

He’s come to expect an audience.

Luckily, we’re not quite done celebrating yet, and we head to Michigan on Saturday where he can hang with more of his adoring fans.

Anything to keep T well behaved.

My sister and I also spent some quality time organizing my life, which means that Theo’s room looks more like a baby room and less like a storage center.

It also means that we capsuled my closet, which is now something that I’m pretty much obsessed with.

I threw out or stored almost everything I owned, and it felt amazing.

37 pieces of clothing, a brand new life.

On top of that, I’ve managed to exercise almost every day this break (including running outside FOUR times, which you guys, is hard in winter), and also ponied up my fine at the library, which means I can start reading books and stop reading ridiculous, dramatic Facebook groups.

I’m ready for you 2015. Can’t wait to meet you.

Keep it easy, chickadees!


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holiday expectations.

Morning chickens!

I’m running a little bit late today, since Boo and I are working on items such as posing for 10-month-old pictures, banging wooden spoons into the ground, and learning that the Christmas gifts are actually to be opened tomorrow morning, not right.this.second.


That’s a hard lesson even for me.

Up today is one of my favorite days of the year. It involves seven (hundred) fishes, all my family, and lots of fun.

This morning, as JW headed to work (yes, he has to work today: dumb), I noticed a bag of clothes hanging from a stool in our kitchen.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Those? Those are my eating clothes!” he said, with a straight face.

I cracked up immediately, and his response was only “What? You don’t expect me to eat Christmas eve dinner in jeans, do you?”

Excellent point, JW.

And with that, I’m off to wrangle Boo into pants and head off to help my parents fry half the population of the Atlantic ocean’s shellfish.

A very, very merry Christmas to you and your, chickadees. Enjoy this one.

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the more things change

Last night I was at our company holiday party.

I’ve been hitting these parties since I was at the tender age of 22, so they always make me a bit nostalgic for all the years I had a few too many cocktails, hustled to the the after party, and dragged myself into my cube the next day with an Egg McMuffin in hand and some kind of office gossip to share.

Yes, I always made it to work the next day, because I’m a sucker.


Here’s one of the eight million aforementioned parties. They all blend together, but I’m fairly certain I’m like 24 there and about to have three-too-many beers.

Last night, post party, I grabbed a couple cocktails with my pals, put myself into a cab, and was home before 10pm.

Which I was excited about. You can’t really beat an early bedtime around here, at the moment (and the moment is a grumpy, a-bunch-of-my-teeth-are-coming-in moment).

I was asleep before CJ and I could even finish a text conversation about the passage of time.

Because I’m old.

I had clementines for breakfast. Unfortunately, I have no good excuse to cruise through a McDonald’s this morning.

I’ll be at work on time, because I’m still a sucker.

Some things don’t change, no matter how long you’re at it.

Keep it easy on this one, chickadees. I’m headed into my last day of work in 2014, and that is worth being on time for.

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giving it up and getting to the bottom of it.

Time for a not-so-secret confession:

I, the most serious of sports fans, could not watch the Bears game last night.

I just couldn’t do it, and after waking up to this morning’s result, I stand by my decision 100%.

Instead, I decided to concentrate on my newfound love of The Good Wife, and yes, I know I’m five years late to the game.

I also admit that my original intent was to finally, finally, finally start watching The Wire, which I am the last human to get into, but I watched half an episode, had a hard time concentrating, and shopped around for something else instead.

The moral of the story: I need to pay my library fine so I can start reading again and stop being so obsessed with television.

It’s unhealthy.

Thank God I don’t have TLC anymore.

Up the rest of this week: four.more.days until a nice, long holiday break with my family. I wish I could say I thought it would clip by pretty quickly, but I have a feeling this one might drag on for awhile.

And with that, I’m off to scoop Boo up from underneath my desk, where he has managed to wedge himself between the wall and a box of diapers.

Never a dull moment, chickens.

Keep it easy.

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five good things: homeward bound edition

Chickadees, we’ve almost hit the end of the week. I’m currently (hopefully, fingers crossed) on a flight in the direction of Chicago, with one more big meeting to take me into Sunday, but I’ve got lots of positive things to say about all of this, so let’s stick with a rose-colored lense. And with that, five good things, because I haven’t done it in awhile.

1. This is the child who I am cruising through the air to this morning. I need not say one more thing about why that’s good.

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2. While I had to fly five hours across the country on Tuesday, I got to spend it with people who I liked in a place where I didn’t have to wear a coat. In December. Ditto on my Saturday in the office this week- long days, good company. You guys, work should be fun. We have to do it anyway, right?

3. My baby sister got married in September. If you want to check out some of the gorgeous pictures from that amazing day, click here. Also, please only focus on my sister and pay no mind to me, since I’m mostly making this face:


It was one of my favorite days ever, I promise. I just can’t be trusted to be appropriate in any situation.

4. It’s Thursday, which means I get to wake up to a new episode of Serial. Last weekend I was making dinner with Ky and Jen and after too many bottles of wine while massaging kale (it’s a thing, you guys), I randomly shouted, “BUT WHAT ABOUT ASIA MCCLAIN?!” because I cannot stop thinking about this. Because justice, chickadees.

5. It is 100%, without a doubt, Christmas time in the city. And amen to that, because we can all use a little comfort and joy.

And holiday beverages, too.

Keep it easy, chickens.

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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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a new heart for a new year, always.

I’m a little late this morning, chickens.

But alas, I’m still showing up, and I think that’s more than half the battle.

Welcome to the last day of 2013.

This has been, for me, a pretty full-up kind of year. Some years are the kind when you know, you feel like nothing really happens that’s earth shattering, but you know there’s been some shifting.

And then, there are years when everything 12 months ago looks different than it does now.

I’m leaning toward that kind of a 2013.

And I’m not complaining about it at all.

This was a year that I headed out to spend good times with my best pals, had every bit of fun I could get my hands on, house hunted, condo purchased, work traveled, and headed home to find out that lots of things were about to change.

I had a new baby nephew, watched my pals V&J add a beautiful baby girl to their family,  went to one million concerts, got to see almost every single person in my big, beautiful family, laughed my head off, learned that ignoring RA and hoping for the best was not a treatment plan, learned that pregnancy is a temporary one, which has been an awesome side effect, and started to get ready for the next big adventure JW and I have on our hands.

You can see for yourself, it was a good year.

But then, I’m a firm believer that if you look hard enough, most of them are.

I don’t have any resolutions for 2014 yet: I’m better at making it up as I go. My plans usually stay the same from year to year: be healthy, even when it’s not perfect. Be happy, even when it’s not easy. Read more books, laugh as much as you can, cry when you need to, and work as hard as you can to come out the other end loving the same people you loved when you started the year.

2014’s gonna be another big one, chickadees, but if you think about it, they all really are. Enjoy the sunshine, and this last day before the start of something new.


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