Monday, June 17, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
First, Happy Father's Day to my Dad and my Grandfather. Below are two generations of Dad's and one up and comer. My little guy and I are fortunate to have my Dad who has boundless energy and will practice baseball whenever the mood strikes, is a master of water fun at the pool, is the MacGyver of making up games from scratch, will take a kid sledding until frostbite sets in and has an infectious laugh that reaches highest pitch when watching the late/great George Carlin. He's a tough act to follow and that makes me one lucky daughter.
As for the cocktail, I am having a Sidecar. This is a pre-prohibition, Gatsby era drink that thankfully survived the cocktail brain drain the Eighteenth Amendment invited. Gold in color with a balance of sweet and sour makes it perfect to celebrate the beginning of the weekend.
|My Dad and My Grandfather|
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
|Parade at The Cell|
|Foster Ave. Beach - Run Start Point|
|Hot Pink Roses|
|Basil for Munch Pesto|
Friday, June 7, 2013
Happy Friday, Folks. A cocktail will be in order this evening after a hectic work week. I would have more than one if I could but I have 12 miles to knock out tomorrow morning. Since last weekend my run had shades of the Bataan Death March, I am hoping to make it through this one with toenails intact, knees in place, nausea kept at bay and sustained energy levels so the last two miles are not of me practically walking, like last weekend. I had a Christopher McCandless moment before I headed out for said run and did not bring any fluids or food/ gels/ sports beans with me. P.S. My iPod ran out of juice right around mile 7. So, poster child of prepared I was not.
Oak Park Farmers Market Doughnuts that are served, usually warm, until 1pm every Saturday through the summer and early fall. I have a deep infatuation with those doughnuts and they were going to be my prize for finishing strong. Unfortunately, they never even made it to my lips since I was in the doughnut line for all of three minutes before, out of nowhere, I started sweating profusely, my head started spinning and I felt like I was going to dry heave since there was absolutely nothing in my stomach. I bent over, put my hands on my knees and tried to look normal. Unfortunately, I looked like some rookie college kid who spent the last night drinking and just happened by the doughnut stand on the walk of shame. I realized that if I did not get out of that line, the scene would go from bad to scenes out of "The Hangover".
Monday, June 3, 2013
Chicagolandia was pretty wet this past weekend and our temperatures dropped quite a bit on Sunday to 60 degrees. Good news is that I have not had to water my plants for over two weeks and I just recently found out that thunderstorms are good for your garden because of the nitrogen in the lightening. For those gardeners out there who are rolling eyes and saying, "DUH" right now, I am sorry. I didn't know this and I was all, "Who knew?" Bad news is that my dog freaks out with thunder and lightening, as most dogs do, and I have been comforting her like a traumatized baby over the past couple weeks.
Friday, May 31, 2013
|Last Day of First Grade|
I have been teary-eyed the last couple of days because my little boy is growing up way too quickly as another school year has come and gone and summer is officially here. My son had a truly outstanding teacher this year and letting him go will be especially difficult. To say this teacher went the extra mile, truly loves kids, made learning fun and created a wonderful partnership with me would be an understatement.
Needless to say, my kiddo is very excited for camp, trips we have planned and the endless hours he will undoubtedly spend in the pool. Here's to the start of sunny days, baseball games, popsicles and summer adventures.
A final video of my son's first grade glass as they end the year.