I feel very disconnected with LJ and email lately — I’ve barely been able to keep up. I apologize to everyone for not reading enough to know what’s going on in your lives. I’ll catch up soon, I’m sure. In
A bed! A bed a bed a bed a bed!
We slept in a bed last night! Our bed! In a bedroom! With a door! Closed! So cats couldn’t get in! And I mean, I really slept. It’s comfy. It’s lovely. It’s a bed. We haven’t had a bed in
Back from Chicago
Well, actually, we were never once in Chicago. Schaumburg, yes; Park Forest, yes; Chicago, sadly no. But we drove there, spent 6 hours in IKEA, spent the night with my parents, and drove back. All in the space of a
Yay for Radnor Lake!
The downstairs neighbors were at it again this morning with the karaoke, and it promised to be a bad day at the apartment. So we took off at lunchtime and had a quick lunch at Atlanta Bread Company (I had
The passing of the pope
I’m not going to say negative things about the late pope, but I will say, as I was telling Karsten, that he’s the reason I’m not Catholic anymore. I was raised in a devoutly Catholic household, and I was an
Even me?
I just got spam with a subject line that said “Even you can learn a new language, Kate.” Gee whiz, really? Even me? Actually, I have been learning a new language recently. It’s the language of real estate and mortgages
By the way, has everyone seen this?
http://www.google.com/googlegulp/
Making fun of “method” acting
“Why not try acting? It’s much easier.” I’ve heard that quote attributed to both Laurence Olivier and Samuel L. Jackson, directed at Dustin Hoffman and Robert De Niro respectively. In Marathon Man and Jackie Brown respectively. I have no idea
We’re not there yet, but…
If nothing else, I feel as if I did all I could. Karsten and I scrambled all morning to pull together quotes on renovations. We went by the house and snuck around the back to measure the broken window, and
Stop the insanity!
Our downstairs neighbors apparently treated themselves to a karaoke machine for Easter. We had errands to run before lunch, but ever since we’ve been back, there’s been a steady stream of poorly sung sappy pop crap (“You Were Always On