Sunday, August 31, 2008


Happy wedding shower day to Cristin. Today I was the proud winner of bride bingo. Okay, well, I tied with soon-to-be mother-in-law, but I called it first and ran with the prize bag and a small fight broke out when she tried to steal it from me.

Mara, shower host extraordinaire, felt so bad that she sent me home with loads of cookies and cupcakes.


Saturday, August 30, 2008

You're not 30 until you go on a critically massed bike ride and have masterpiece art produced by your friends.

Friday, August 29, 2008


Happy Birthday to my prom date.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Sears Tower

110 stories, 16,100 windows, 1,450 feet tall. (Tallest in the world until 1998.) In the skydeck, on a windy day, you can feel the building sway (no thanks!), and on a clear day, you can see Indiana, Wisconsin and Michigan.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Fly like a bird

Frank and Jim both know how to fly now, but they spend much of their time cowering behind this poopy flower box. Like chickens. They stare, stink, and make noise. I think we can all agree-it's time they moved out.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Master Angler

My brother caught an enormous bass last week out at the lake my parents live on. He called yesterday to tell me that he is sending papers for me to sign as a witness. He also told me he'd send me that one photo of him kissing the monster fish. I still haven't seen the photo...I still haven't signed the witness sheet...


Monday, August 25, 2008

One by Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

I blame travel fatigue...

but I totally spaced off a blog post yesterday. I sat straight up in bed at 5a.m. this morning and ran to my computer and blogged about Max and went back to bed, I'm not sure what this accomplished except that I think I managed to make it just in time for a couple of the Aleutian Islands to still be experienceing 11:30p.m.-ish Saturday, August 23. Part of me thinks that this gets me off the hook and another part of me thinks that I need to start over on that year-long blog goal. We'll shall see. Let me think about it.

Dog Days

We've got a sick dog on our hands this weekend. But at least we were sent home with beef flavored antibiotics.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Friday, August 22, 2008


All I can say as we pack up our bags to head home to Chicago, is that Nebraska has gotten pretty cute.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Katie's Photos

My sister Katie has taken up photography with her new camera and I must say, she is a talent! Here are a couple of my favorite photos that she took around her home.

She would also like to type a few words about herself (the artist) here on my blog:

Hi My name is Katie. I am 19 years old going on 20. Spider man is my favorite show and my favorite characters are
Spider man and Peter Parker. My favorite actor in spider man is toby mcquire. I have a spider man sleeping bag,4 spider man
coloring and activity books, 50 Spider man stickers, 1 Spider man dvd, 1 spider man poster, and 1 spider man cardboard poster. I am a huge spider man fan.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


I've been golfing once in my life and it was in high school. It was a disaster. I went again today and this is proof.

This is my caddy.
And this is my ball ON the green and my golfer brother's ball OFF the green after tee-off. (Is that what you call it?)

Monday, August 18, 2008

My Nephew

is also very cute.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

My Niece

is very cute.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Drive to NE

Stopped at Arby's for lunch today. "Now that's a fistful of beef," said Eric.

Friday, August 15, 2008

These kids make my day.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Awesome Closets

Well we have a big project cut out for us tonight. I was sitting here doing work real innocent like, when I heard an enormous crash. I was sort of scared that it had to do with the construction right outside our third floor window. But, in actuality, it was the entire insides of Eric's closet. The whole shelf/hanging thing unit just collapsed and everything that was once involved with it is either scattered across the floor or hanging in crumpled bunches off the crappy wire rack. (For the record, every time we look at a house or town house that is new or gut rehabbed, my biggest pet peve, my deal breaker, is if they used crappy wire rack in their closets. No self respecting developer or renovator uses crappy wire rack in their closets. Including whoever renovated this condo fourteen years ago.) Now I know with certainty that my instincts were right and I stand as justified as ever. Not that anyone was arguing with me. But you might as well feel good about something when your closet falls apart just 3 days before your open house and 45 hours before you leave town.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


by Arlene Weiner

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

This just in...

Feathers! And legs that work!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Plastic Owls

They've put up fake owls at the South Street beach in Evanston. There's a bit of a seagull problem. They usually cover about half of the beach. People cover the other half. They stuck three plastic owls out on sticks in the sand and it cracked me up because at first the gulls were just floored and the skeptical ones floated around in the water (tons of white dots on the waves) keeping their eyes on the situation, the other half, the go-with-the-flow types, simply moved to the people side of the beach (and the people moved to the plastic owl side of the beach). But now, after a couple of days of careful watch, they all know that those owls won't blink an eye at them and the universe of the beach is all back to normal and balanced out as it once was, with the addition of three plastic owls for the gulls to catch some shade under.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Today, while walking Max, we saw the world's largest caterpillar. When it comes to be cocoon or pupa time, whatever comes out will be the size of an eagle. We also came across a paper bag farm, that we just couldn't make any sense of. We assume that they are very rare and so are worth reporting right here.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Photographer, Eric Huls- Medium, pixels

This is an artistic rendition of Eric's dining experience with me throughout our marriage. It's called "Jessie spills something at every meal."

Friday, August 8, 2008

a la cart

Okay. Wait a minute. Time out from blogging. Can I please have this book? And her ideas? This is too much fun.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

I must highly recommend Spanish Circle to any of yous who wish to learn Spanish. I was skeptical about anyone trying to pound Spanish into this here brain, but I'm pleased to say that today, after only eight weeks of classes, I understood this dialog completely. (Sorry for the lack of correct punctuation.)
-Cual es su problema?
-No tenemos papel higienico
-Ay perdon
-Y no tenemos jabon tampoco.
-Y algo mas?

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Speaking of Jim Henson

Sometimes I think we live with a big muppet...

Tuesday, August 5, 2008


The mother and little ones seem to be doing well, but no one's getting any prettier.
In fact, I decided today that the hatchlings look quite a lot like the Skeksis from The Dark Crystal. Did anyone watch that movie more than I did as a kid? (I know, I know, EXPLAINS A LOT and whatnot.)

So I guess that today the birds get names. Frank and Jim (After Frank Oz and Jim Henson). I mean it as a compliment, though I can see how things could get misconstrued.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Attached to the hip

Our dinosaur pc is dying a slow painful death. In an attempt to begin a file and photo rescue mission, I started flipping through old photos that never saw the light or a printer. This one (taken a few years ago in Dyersville, IA) made me smile because it looks like Wes is carrying a a very small lady on his hip and that his knees are...made of cardboard?

And on the topic of my brothers and silliness. While doing a memoir exercise with my seniors, I started writing about watching these two little squeaks play nintendo in the family room when they were kids. They would bounce all over that room with those controls in their hand. Sometimes the box went flying. And even when they were forced to turn it off, they would continue to play the various nintendo games simply by turning on each other with tackles, or ninja moves, or fireballs.

And now, take a moment to enjoy a piece of the good life (as stolen directly from Adam's blog.)

Sunday, August 3, 2008

O That Summer

by Ginger Andrews

my sister and I
both wound up back in Coos Bay,
basket cases, lonely as hell.
She was recovering from drugs and alcohol,
I was newly divorced, a Sunday School teacher
with no job skills whatsoever
and two little boys to feed,
praying for a maid job at Best Western.
Lord how we prayed

walking from one end
of Sunset Beach to the other, barefoot,
freezing in tank tops and cutoffs,
hair and makeup perfect,
fingernails painted with three coats
of Wet 'n' Wild, hoping
some good looking single doctor
was walking his dog nearby
should one of us happen
to slice our foot on beach glass.

Saturday, August 2, 2008


We got to see WALL-E last night. And you must go see it. Just do it.
I always think back longingly to the first time I saw the couple of Pixar flicks that are my favorites. (The first time is often most magic.) This one is right up there. Pure Christmas morning.

In honor of all under-appreciated robots and since, for some reason, The Shining has recently been elevated to one of my favorite movies (that I can only stomach once every five years) here is a scene, robot style.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Oh My!

That famous duckling has nothing on these guys. The poor things are UGLY! I wouldn't blame her if mamma pigeon, somewhat embarrassed, quietly sneaks back off to find her friends, pretending that this whole thing never happened. If she doesn't, well then, the situation just got more piteous. And I just won't be able to stop watching.