Category: Dreams Coming True

Dear Shelby.

Dear Shelby Jennings Boatman, I don’t know when, if ever, you will actually read this. But I’ve gotten in the habit of writing letters to my friends’ babies and well, you are my friend’s baby. Like, a really brand spankin’ new baby. Shelby, I want to tell you something. For the rest of my life,

Chicago Fire!

So you know how I feel about professional soccer. I heart it. Mucho. After an amazing week at Lake Geneva Youth Camp, I rode the train back to Chicago to hang a few days with one of my besties, Betsy. If there is anything I have learned about myself as a speaker, it is this:

Wisconsin.

It has been a challenging couple of weeks for me. I’ve been busy beyond my capacity to handle with grace. It’s a lot to explain, but it has to do with prepping for Lake Geneva Youth Camp combined with a two co-workers being in Africa and a third co-worker being on maternity leave and the

The most beautiful of birthdays.

I’m going to let the pictures do the talking. Because truthfully, I can’t talk about my birthday dinner/party without crying. In fact, I didn’t even make it through the creation of this glorified slideshow without boo-hooing. Because I am overwhelmed. Still. A week later. Enjoy the gorgie-poo decor… and the delicious food… and the beautiful

An update.

I had to take my shoes off and run barefoot in the rain to be sure not to miss the train. [Classy.] I’m surrounded by awesome people. I still haven’t eaten a Magnolia Bakery cupcake, but that is in my future. Don’t you worry about that. I’m talking about music on Twitter because that’s the

A simple Sunday in New York.

Seriously. The only way I can think to even attempt to blog this week while I’m in NYC is either in picture or in list. But listen. Be thou full of patience. Please. Because my number one goal here is to gain buckets full of knowledge and skill. Not to tell you hilarious stories. [Though

If I can make it there, …..

then it will be a miracle because you know I have THE WORST sense of direction of all time and I have to take a car to a plane to a plane to a taxi to a subway to a train. I bet that you can guess by the post title where I am today

Your Grammy Qs.

Sorry for the delay, bloggites. Moving ruled my life [my friends who helped me move are the bomb and I never use that term unless I am feeling very cheesy and appreciative] and now I’m in the new house. And my bed is caddy-corner. I know. Very lady-like. Focus. I need to focus. So I

Grammy time.

Ok. Let’s do this. Let’s talk Grammys. There is no way. Absolutely no way. For me to do justice to the event. I’m not going to go hour by hour telling you all the people we saw and hung out with, the things we ate [though I am talking about that at Annie Gets Fit

Gram-MEs!!

Get it? Cause I’ll be at the Grammys? Gram-MEs? Oh, and some legitimately famous people will be there too. Obviously. But just in case you needed a reminder [I bet you didn’t because hello I can’t quit talking about it], watch the Grammys tonight and let’s keep our fingers crossed that Lady A wins both