champagne mornings and vodka nights.

My legs are sore; my throat is scratchy; and the dark circles underneath my eyes keep getting darker and darker.  Just the price you pay for spending a weekend with your friends, including those named Champagne & Vodka.  Might I add that it was a four-day weekend too.  Oh, and lucky me woke up this … Continue reading champagne mornings and vodka nights.

weekend shenanigans with addie, mitch, lana, jordan & kendall

One of my favorite things about living in Chicago is that friends are always anxious to stop by and play for a weekend.  This weekend I hosted four of my OU besties: Ashley, Mike, Libby, and Jay (pictured left to right).  Note: They may be referred to as Addie, Mitch, Lana & Jordan- which became their … Continue reading weekend shenanigans with addie, mitch, lana, jordan & kendall

oh becca & kenna, don’t you ever grow up. it could stay this simple.

As I rode back from Midway Airport early Tuesday morning, I turned on the Becca & Kenna playlist that my weekend guests made me only to find myself crying happy tears as Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift played.  After spending a weekend with my 18-year old cousin, Becca, and her best friend, Kenna, I couldn't help but wonder … Continue reading oh becca & kenna, don’t you ever grow up. it could stay this simple.

the nanny diaries: my weekend with max

"Oh, and when you figure out, Love is all that matters after all. It sure makes everything else, seem so small."  Carrie Underwood sang these words (to me) and captured my attention today as I rode the bus this morning on my way to our new work office (finally) in downtown Chicago.  I thought of … Continue reading the nanny diaries: my weekend with max

let me have a moment: hakuna matata

It's only 9 am out here in Chicagoland and I actually allowed myself to "sleep in" til 8 am this morning.  Somehow being up for 1 hour, and really only 'up' for 30 minutes, I find myself stressed.  It will all be fine when I walk outside, in the cold air, in an hour or so.  … Continue reading let me have a moment: hakuna matata

unsent love letter mix tape: track 6

The post I wrote on Sunday, October 10th will explain the ideas behind the Unsent Love Letter Mix Tape series, and if it still doesn’t make sense to you, well then, at least it makes sense to me.  The writer.  The blogger.  The girl behind the computer.  Call me what you will but these are … Continue reading unsent love letter mix tape: track 6

wishes really do come true.

Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. ~Shel Silverstein Beauty. Inspiration. Courage. Integrity. Love.  These are concepts that one hopes to be composed of and/or surrounded by, and … Continue reading wishes really do come true.

bobcats, buckeyes, and steelers…ohmy what a fantastic weekend!

Meet my partner in crime from this past weekend: Ashley.  This photo was taken on Saturday evening, after about 10 hours of drinking (seriously) before we left to embark on a few more hours.  (Note: That plan didn't last as long as we had planned.)  But let's rewind a bit and go back to the beginning of this … Continue reading bobcats, buckeyes, and steelers…ohmy what a fantastic weekend!

four days and four nights with my parents

The kids arrived on Friday afternoon after a 9 hours drive from Pittsburgh and departed this morning for their dreaded return trip.  While I'm definitely craving some 'me' time and a strong desire to get myself back on schedule, I really am disappointed to see them go.  Not only did I enjoy their company, but … Continue reading four days and four nights with my parents

the reason one writes isn’t the fact she wants to say something. she writes because she has something to say.

The long 4th of July weekend is coming to an end, and not one post has been typed by these fingers.  But let me tell you that I've stared at this computer screen each of the past three days- multiple times- trying to capture all of the rubbish going on in my mind into words. Nothing.  Blogger's … Continue reading the reason one writes isn’t the fact she wants to say something. she writes because she has something to say.