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enjoying every second of this one.

Morning, chickens!

I know, it’s been awhile, and for this I apologize.

Thursday and Friday, I was deep into full-day meetings, which pretty much kept me from functioning like a normal adult.

A normal human of any kind, if we’re going to be honest.

However, the long hours were worth it, because I had a weekend full of my pal C, attending a book release party (yes, I am a very legit adult), browsing the farm market, catching a glimpse of my nephew, and spending time submerged in Lake Michigan.

All of these are beautiful ways to spend the last weekend before Labor Day, chickens.

Please forget I ever said anything about next weekend being Labor Day.

And here, my friends, are some visuals from a full, lovely way to spend a couple of days off.


And with that, I’m almost ready to face down the reality of another week at work.

For some reason, cubicles and meetings don’t seem as entertaining as sunshine and swimming.

I can’t imagine why.

Luckily, I’ve given myself a four-day weekend to look forward, which means I can get myself to hang tough for the next four days.

Here’s hoping everyone enjoyed this one as much as I did, chicks.

Get into the sunshine if you’ve got it today.

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i wonder what it’s like to be the rainmaker

Morning, chickens!

We’re right back at the beginning, it seems.

This was a beautiful weekend, filled with the farmer’s market, the beach, and hanging with my favorite teens and babies.

It’s always sad to see the weekend say goodbye.



Also this weekend, I’m back on the reading circuit, which means I spent all of Sunday in a beach chair, devouring a loaned library book MC let me borrow.

I still haven’t managed to handle my fine situation, so I’m actually now at the point where I’m borrowing borrowed books.

Which I promise to return on time.

In any case, last week/weekend’s big reads included Bernadette, Where did you Go?, which is a hysterical/fast book about a traumatized architect who can’t bear people in general (aside from her daughter and husband) and is confronted with a trip (a cruise!) to Antarctica. What ensues is both hilarious, slightly disturbing, and crazy. The book’s written mostly in letters, e-mails, and faxes, which makes it even more interesting to read.



As for my borrowed, borrowed book, it’s called The Interestings, and I zoomed through almost 500 pages in 2 days.

It was that kind of a weekend, chickens.

This book starts at an arts camp in the 70s, where six friends dub themselves The Interestings, head back to New York City (and the suburbs) to continue their lives, and the reader gets the chance to follow all the paths they take (or are handed) over the next 30 or so years. The characters were interesting, the writing was good, and what happens to everyone’s not easy, but that seemed realistic. I only wish I had another few decades of book so I could find out what the rest of the cast’s lives look like- this is a good one to pick up before summer ends.



Reading is so much better than not reading, chicks.

I don’t care how nerdy that makes me.

And with that, I’m off to the busiest week I’ve seen in some time- I’ll report back from the trenches.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it!

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swim it to win it.

Several wins from last night, chickadees:

I wriggled into my “serious swimming” bathing suit. I bought it forever ago, and it’s never had the proper amount of give, which I sort of forget up until it’s time to get into it.

Getting into it without falling on the ground/breaking one of my arthritic limbs was already a success.

Next up, VB, CJ and I trekked over to the beach, where it was time to see if we could still handle the lake.

It also meant wetsuit time.

I have said it before, and because I am a strange girl, I will probably say it again, but you guys, there is nothing graceful about getting into a wetsuit.

In public.

In a group of three.

However, we managed to get set with all our gear, and walked into the water, pointing out every piece of refuse (read: trash) we saw on our way out.

The lake on a Monday still has some weekend cleanup to be done, chickens.

I pulled on a new swim cap, which I might have bought in the wrong size (is that cone head size, someone chuckled), stuck my head under the water, and headed off for a half mile.

Which we all finished.

Without drowning.

After getting sand all over my wetsuit, walking around downtown with wet clothes on, and slinging my suit to dry over the edge of my deck, I was exhausted.

But chickens, we can still swim it, and that’s a pretty good feeling.

Next stop: a swimsuit that’s not a death trap.

There’s always something, chickadees.

Enjoy this sunshine if you’ve got it.

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taking a lap.

Morning, chickens!

And welcome back to the work week.

We had another beautiful weekend over here, which involved yoga posing, bell swinging, room rearranging, deck sitting, steak grilling, beach going, and Tobin-seeing (KD and A, too, of course).

It was a good one.

And now, I’m getting ready to get back into it, with a green smoothie and the promise of the first lake swim of the season.

First though, I’m going to have to take a side trip to the Sports Authority, since it seems my collection of swim caps and goggles (a vast collection, I might add) has gotten lost somewhere in the shuffle.

No worries though, since it turns out my wetsuit is safe and sound in the closet, huddled next to my winter parka.

That wetsuit might be one of my best purchases to date, chickadees.

I may be singing a different tune when I try to wriggle into it this afternoon.

Putting on a wetsuit in a public forum is perhaps one of the most humbling things you can treat yourself to.

More to come on that one.

And with that, I’m off to try and hit the office while it’s still (a little) quiet- enjoy the sunshine, chicks, it’s gonna be a hot one out there this week.


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missing him was dark gray/all alone

Morning, chicks.

It’s a rainy, dark kind of place in the Second City today.

I woke up in the pitch black dark at five am (JW, I whispered. You said you had to be up at 5:00. I have a knack for not needing an alarm clock- something JW probably hates when what he means by 5:00 is that he set the alarm for 15 minutes past that) and then stretched out for a few minutes before rolling out of bed and into my bathing suit.

Luckily, getting rained on doesn’t seem so bad when you’re about to hop into a pool anyway.

Several dozen slow laps later, I’m drinking a new smoothie concoction (note to self: freezing and unfreezing said smoothie will make it a strange texture) and trying to summon the strength to go back outside into the damp city.

Some mornings seem better spent in bed, if you ask me.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t happen to be one of them, so I’ll have to locate my umbrella (why, friends, after 28 years, is finding an umbrella still such a chore for me? I’m going to invest in a gross of them- it’ll take me awhile to lose all of those), throw on some rain boots, and head into the thick of it all.

Unless someone wants to come over and watch movies with me instead.

Any takers?

See you on the other side of the work week, chickadees.



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Questionable tactics, good results.

Morning chickens!

I’m running (typical) late this morning, but I did manage to make it to the Y and swim one blissful mile in my own lane, so I’m feeling pretty good.

I’m actually sending you elsewhere for your daily dose of the Second City today, since I blogged for my sister over at Garlic, My Soul this morning.

Garlic, My Soul is dedicated to delicious food, and includes beautiful pictures, fun recipes, and general culinary adventure from my little sissy who lives in LA.

Sometimes she lets me hang out over there with her, because she’s nice and also accommodating to her bossy older sister.

She’s a keeper.

Today I’m writing about near disaster, questionable kitchen tactics,  and a new vegetable recipe Ky and I drummed up.

So check us out, please.

And enjoy this beautiful Thursday (the weekend’s almost here, chickadees!)

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ever happened to me.

And just like that, Monday’s at it again.

After a long, lazy weekend in which I mostly hung out on my couch and ate vegetables, I think I’m ready to get back out there.

Just five more minutes though, okay?

This morning, I woke up early and dragged myself to the pool, where I worked out another mile of laps.

I had a lane to myself the entire time.

It’s a sign that today’s gonna bring good things, chickadees.


Speaking of today, chickens, guess what I was doing one year ago?


That picture still makes me laugh.

And is the only wedding photo I have on display in my home (this is part on purpose, part will-I-ever-order-my-wedding-photos? probably not).

This one’s a pretty good depiction of our let’s-get-married-but-just-as-importantly-let’s-have-an-awesome-dance-party:


It honestly feels equally like it’s been 12 years and 12 seconds since that day, and so, I’ll settle for 12 months.

Happy Anniversay, JW- thanks for being such a good sport.

And dance partner.

And husband.

And also for always making the coffee.

He’s got a lot of skills, folks.

And with that, I’m off to make my way through the crush to my cubicle.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it- it’s the start of a brand new week, chicks.




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