Showing posts with label change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label change. Show all posts

8.05.2010

ONE YEAR LATER. . .



It's hard to believe a year has gone by since we unpacked our Penske and embarked on a new life in the grand city of Chicago. What amazing things take place in only 365 days, big and small.

I have come a long way from the fearful smalltownista paying for my first solo cab ride with sweaty palms. Hopping the Red Line is no longer an anxiety riddled experience, but a daily occurance which allows me to read my newest book in peace, well minus the gospel ranting rider and the occassional stranger animately and feverently talking to themselves.

11.13.2009

ROWDY ON DOWN

On the eve of a double header or two nighter, out last night for the Bears game and again tonight for Wolfmother, I thought it appropriate to share yet another older post. Originally posted on Tuesday, January 01, 2008, it still rings pretty true.

Conjuring up some Hank Jr., I am thinking to myself, "Me and my rowdy ole friends done rowdied on down." Of course, to be honest, pretty sure it's just me. Holiday Benders just do not do the ole body good anymore. I can't be sure of the exact date this phenomenon occurred, the not being able to 'hang' so much, but an educated guess tells me it was right around the time of the metabolic slow down. We have all heard the tall tales of "Enjoy it while you can" and "It will all catch up to you one day." But did anybody ever seriously believe that nonsense. What do ya mean I won't always be able to party like a rock star or get messed up like a research monkey without any repercussions???

8.04.2009

AW SHUCKS, COUNTRY DONE COME TO TOWN!


My signature tag line when I go on holiday in the city. (Bringing holiday back in place of vacay, it's so very festive, don't you think). Well, country has come to town for good as the hubs and I make the permanent trek to Chi Town.

Now, I am not implying we are somehow akin to the Beverly Hillbillies. I mean all of our junk is in a covered wagon, Penske truck, whatever. May as well be a spaceship because I feel like I am moving to the moon.

Life in the city is fascinating, but I never expected to live it. I am a small town girl at heart, Smalltownista that is. But what is life if not overflowing with the unexpected and I am excited to embark on an adventurous journey. Excited indeed!

Future posts are sure to keep you abreast of all the beauty and distress to accompany this transition.


A big toodles to you and to life as I knew it.