I kind of miss being odd and random. Before I was all official-y and published-y, I had a blog I called Blerg (which I’ve mostly imported in over here, so if you read through old old old posts you’ll see) and I just wrote about pretty much whatever. Whenever. Sometimes multiple times a day, sometimes once a week, sometimes once a month. Poetry (both bad and good), restaurant reviews, notes to myself, whatever happened that day, whatever bee had crawled up in my bonnet…just whatever.

I don’t really do that anymore. I’ve tried to be more professional and just talk mostly about writer-ly things here.

I’m kinda bored with that.

And I don’t tend to post as much, either, since now I’m always trying to think up something that means something or is useful (ha, ha, it is to laugh) and heaven knows we all know how hard that is.

So I think I’m going to be a little bit more me around here. Just to warn you. In case you pop in one day and read a post and go Huh?

There will probably be a lot of parentheses involved. And more than a few ellipses. And italics. But you might have noticed that already.

In general life news, my older sister and her son went home today. They’d been visiting for a week and it was interesting to be hanging around with a fifteen year old boy for that long. Just sayin’. My sister’s other kids are girls (17 and 11) and I don’t think she’s quite mentally prepared for having a teenage boy. (is anyone?) She wants him to talk about stuff. Like feelings. All the time. The Max is only two, but I already know that isn’t going to fly when he’s fifteen. But I think I’m kind of a weird adult. I actually remember a lot about what it felt like to be a teenager. Which is maybe why I write for them (wow. did you see that? totally made a point that probably actually belongs on this blog.).

"Fast Thumbs" Ryan, My sis Lisa, The Max, The Hubster & Me -- Note that Lisa got the height in the family.

We had a good time though, Ryan’s texting addiction aside. We hit all the big Chicago stuff since they’d never been here before. Even did some stuff I hadn’t done before, like the Water Taxi on the Chicago river. I did learn that The Max has no issue whatsoever with heights yet. He walked right out onto the Plexiglas room (or whatever it’s made of) at the Sears Tower (technically the Willis tower now, but I refuse to call it that) on the 103 floor with no problem.

Max 103 Stories up

And I always love visiting The Bean. I mean, it’s the BEAN.

The Max & Me under the Bean