Tagged: littlemisssunshine

It’s just been kinda sorta not exactly but almost one of those days: waking with a headache, slapping the snooze button in my sleep, getting up late, stressing at work, having my worst fears confirmed about the move to open landscaping (not even by a window), but hey! Barky looks FANTASTIC. Haa! I called yesterday to the sushi place that I picked for the AWC sushi night on Friday, to book a table. There were 20 people signed up. TWENTY people! That’s just crazy! I had tried to call the day before but they have opening/phone hours between 5 pm...

UGH. I would like a weekend do-over, please. Except for the party I attended last night which was really fun and a huge success, this has not been a couple of days I’d like to keep. I’d rather hand them back in and get new ones, please. I’m the membership officer for the American Women’s Club and come September one of my responsibilities is to chase down membership fees for the new season and determine whether or not members are renewing. If they are, then I need to update their info in the printed directory, which I also handle (not...

hen I lived in my first apartment in downtown Chicago it was on the 3rd floor of an old brownstone with no elevator. We had a stairwell in the front with 2 apartments off each landing and a rickety wooden contraption on the backside that opened off our kitchen and led down to the laundry room and storage rooms in the basement as well as up to the roof access. It doubled as a fire escape but the landing was too small to use as a balcony. I lived there for a couple of years with various roommates: 2 friends...

One more week to get through without my husband…can I do it? This past week needs to be reeled up, stuffed into a time canister and shot to the moon: I never want to see it again. There WERE good things that happened in it, don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t ALL bad, but man alive! I feel like my brain is spinning in circles. On Wednesday, after work, I drove home, grabbed the kids and we took off for Malmöfestivalen to eat festival food: langos and churros and mini-smörgåstårtas. We met up with Cate’s oldest daughter Paige who was...

I have a really hard time writing here when I’m feeling down. I want my journal to be a place of positivity and light, not a drudge through dreary blahness, and when I’m not feeling the motivation or the mood, it’s really hard for me to kick myself over to the blog and make my fingers do some walking. I know that rainbows don’t have to shoot out of my eyeballs or ponies prance by in order for what I am thinking and feeling and writing to be of interest to SOMEONE (Hi Mom!) but I keep thinking that way,...

Have you ever actually rubbed a cat the wrong way? It feels kind of cool, not exactly smooth, but not exactly rough to your hand. The cat will only tolerate it for a moment or so before making her displeasure known. I suspect it must feel sort of what it feels like to take your hair down from an updo or ponytail that’s been in place all day: your skin kind of feels stretched weirdly for a little while. Anyway, being rubbed the wrong way is unpleasant. Rubbing someone else the wrong way is also unpleasant. I feel like I’ve...