Camping Out in the Past (just a little)

During Kallie’s recuperation, her physical freedom has to be limited to ensure she doesn’t injure her newly post-op knees. Crating her is preferred, but my girl never appreciated being crated. The only time it worked was when I brought all 9 lbs. of her home from the breeder as she snuggled quietly in the crate…

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Trudging through the Melancholy of May

I had the coolest dream last night. I was part of an elite espionage team on some kind of dangerous mission to stop some bad guy from doing something…well…bad. Unfortunately, our team of assassins wasn’t getting along and during the mission we broke up, each of us going our own way and trying to get…

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Remembering the Beginning

I woke up yesterday morning to what was the twelfth anniversary of when I met Ken–when my life changed direction in the subtlest yet most dramatic of ways. I knew it was coming but as it got closer, it slipped my mind. For someone who is date-obsessed, I’m not sure how that happens. Or maybe…

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The Funny Lattice of Five

It’s difficult to believe that sixteen years ago today, with a stomach full of butterflies I reported to 1616 N. Wells with my bestie Kathy for our first class at the venerable Second City’s improv comedy program. Aside from attempting to learn the “rules of improv,” the longest lasting gift it gave me was a…

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Gym Dandy

The decent shape I’d worked into beginning in 2010 carried me through the stress and duress of Ken’s illness–all the way up until my LOA last summer when my eating (and drinking) habits took a nose dive. Since I lack the self-discipline to manage this situation on my own, I decided to rejoin the personal…

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The Year of Living Dangerously (in Uptown)

Mentioning Uptown in my previous post made me think of this. Since getting Kallie in a new day care situation closer to home I’ve been able to return to my normal route of taking Lake Shore Drive to get to work. (It’s fun to say to co-workers and superiors, “I took LSD this morning.”) As…

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Eggnog Memories

I saw eggnog at the grocery store the other day. It made me think fondly (as always) of Ken. He was the first person I ever knew who actually bought it and drank it every year. He mostly used it to sweeten his coffee during Christmastime. Throughout the holiday season, if I saw it at…

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The Story of the Pink Tree

Fact: It’s impossible to be in a bad mood while decorating a sparkly, pink Christmas tree. [There is a magical quality about this tree that attracts Chow Chows beneath it’s shimmering boughs. Quantum – 12.05.09] It feels like this tree has been a part of our Christmases forever. But it only became a part of…

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Treading in Memories

It’s been a busy week. Ken has been on my mind a lot. Last weekend my brother-in-law Craig (Ken’s brother) and nephew were in town for a hockey tournament. My nephew Nate is one of the sweetest kids I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing (and loving). And he is a badass goalie on the…

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The Year of Living Dangerously (in Uptown)

Since getting Kallie in a new day care situation closer to home I’ve been able to return to my normal route of taking Lake Shore Drive to get to work. (It’s fun to say “I took LSD this morning.”) As I was driving toward the lake the other morning I took Wilson Ave. When I…

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