This weird/crazy Chicago behavior of "claiming" parking spots that you've dug out of the perpetual snow by throwing your lawn chairs in the street all day.
I've got enough troubles that don't include dodging your plastic green chairs while parallel parking on ice.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Laughed so hard...
I peed a little bit.
Right... there.
And then continued to dance like no one was watching.
(I immediately write off any person who has that quote in any part of a personal profile, framed as "art" or displayed anywhere at work.)
Love these Sarah Haskins videos.
Found via Jezebel.
Right... there.
And then continued to dance like no one was watching.
(I immediately write off any person who has that quote in any part of a personal profile, framed as "art" or displayed anywhere at work.)
Love these Sarah Haskins videos.
Found via Jezebel.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Get the door, it's Domin- NO it's not. It's better.
Stayed in tonight to avoid the snowstorm that perpetually threatens our city and made homemade pizza.
No shortcut crusts either. Andy even tossed his pie dough in the air a few times. Unbelievably it didn't get caught in a ceiling fan or land on his head. Why isn't life more like the movies?
Made a lot of dishes, but made a lot of damn good pizza, too.
Thank you, new pizza stone for the gift of golden, crispy crust.
No shortcut crusts either. Andy even tossed his pie dough in the air a few times. Unbelievably it didn't get caught in a ceiling fan or land on his head. Why isn't life more like the movies?
Made a lot of dishes, but made a lot of damn good pizza, too.
Thank you, new pizza stone for the gift of golden, crispy crust.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Adventures in Mom-sitting
Going to go pick up my mom from the train station in 2 hours and struggling to come up with fun, mom-appropriate activities for the weekend.
Is Chicago in winter really this boring?
I'm surprising her with high tea at the Lobby at the Peninsula for her birthday which is later this month, but outside of that, I'm drawing a blank.
The Museum of Science and Industry is free all month, but that's the one Chicago museum I've been to multiple times, so I don't really feel the need to go back yet again. (Mom's been there, too.)
I think I've procrastinated too long to get Second City tickets, and they teeter on the edge of overpriced for me.
Maybe I can just distract her with the multitude of food options like I usually do with out-of-town visitors. You'd be amazed how time flies when you wave a Hot Doug's menu in someone's face.
Is Chicago in winter really this boring?
I'm surprising her with high tea at the Lobby at the Peninsula for her birthday which is later this month, but outside of that, I'm drawing a blank.
The Museum of Science and Industry is free all month, but that's the one Chicago museum I've been to multiple times, so I don't really feel the need to go back yet again. (Mom's been there, too.)
I think I've procrastinated too long to get Second City tickets, and they teeter on the edge of overpriced for me.
Maybe I can just distract her with the multitude of food options like I usually do with out-of-town visitors. You'd be amazed how time flies when you wave a Hot Doug's menu in someone's face.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Escapades on Ice
Last weekend while trying to desperately squeeze some final bits of holiday joy before heading back to work for the first full work week in a long while, Andy, Brian and I decided to go ice skating.
It was Brian's first time on ice and only my 4th or 5th, so it's safe to assume we weren't mastering the triple toe loop or double axel.
Keeping our heads above our asses and not slicing off any kids' fingers with our skates were the goals of the night.
Brian started off a little shaky, but started to get a little more comfortable as the 3 mph skating progressed.
Skating from Kristin Sutter on Vimeo.
Sorry about that up-close-and-personal shot there. Being on video brings out the attention-hogging youngest child in me. I feel the need to perform in juvenile, inappropriate ways.
The longer we skated, the better we got, but with every lap, more children and spasmodic teens took to the ice, creating an infuriating human obstacle course.
At one point, a child latched onto my arm, dragging me to the ice and I barely resisted the urge to wrench my arm from his clutches, punch him in the head and spit on his snow-suited body as I skated away, possibly slicing off a finger or two with my blades of vengeance as I went.
After realizing this impulse to inflict bodily harm wasn't normal, I decided it was time to surrender the rink to the swarms of snot, giggles and tears.
Considering my boots felt like pillowy goodness after the tightly-laced skates, I think it was a good time to call it a day. No reason to risk straining an ankle or a baby toe on the first time out.
After all, if I'm planning on perfecting my salchow by February, I've got to stay limber.
It was Brian's first time on ice and only my 4th or 5th, so it's safe to assume we weren't mastering the triple toe loop or double axel.
Keeping our heads above our asses and not slicing off any kids' fingers with our skates were the goals of the night.
Brian started off a little shaky, but started to get a little more comfortable as the 3 mph skating progressed.
Skating from Kristin Sutter on Vimeo.
Sorry about that up-close-and-personal shot there. Being on video brings out the attention-hogging youngest child in me. I feel the need to perform in juvenile, inappropriate ways.
The longer we skated, the better we got, but with every lap, more children and spasmodic teens took to the ice, creating an infuriating human obstacle course.
At one point, a child latched onto my arm, dragging me to the ice and I barely resisted the urge to wrench my arm from his clutches, punch him in the head and spit on his snow-suited body as I skated away, possibly slicing off a finger or two with my blades of vengeance as I went.
After realizing this impulse to inflict bodily harm wasn't normal, I decided it was time to surrender the rink to the swarms of snot, giggles and tears.
Considering my boots felt like pillowy goodness after the tightly-laced skates, I think it was a good time to call it a day. No reason to risk straining an ankle or a baby toe on the first time out.
After all, if I'm planning on perfecting my salchow by February, I've got to stay limber.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I'd steal his silly little sailor hat.
Just realized I hadn't posted the video from Andy's last guitar recital. This is his second recital but third class since we had to miss the second due to prior obligations. Enjoy.
Guitar II Recital from Kristin Sutter on Vimeo.
And for some reason I decided to do it in two takes.
GuitarII Recital Ending from Kristin Sutter on Vimeo.
Andy's class was demonstrating the use of the capo with this charming little ditty. They ended with a bit of "What would you do with a drunken sailor" but I cut that off since I didn't know it was coming.
It was a telling thing to see how many people couldn't sing along with Johnny Cash but chimed right in on "the professor and Maryann..."
Guitar II Recital from Kristin Sutter on Vimeo.
And for some reason I decided to do it in two takes.
GuitarII Recital Ending from Kristin Sutter on Vimeo.
Andy's class was demonstrating the use of the capo with this charming little ditty. They ended with a bit of "What would you do with a drunken sailor" but I cut that off since I didn't know it was coming.
It was a telling thing to see how many people couldn't sing along with Johnny Cash but chimed right in on "the professor and Maryann..."
Friday, January 2, 2009
My Future Brother-In-Law
Jenn, are you sure about this?
(This might be mean since this was an early morning cell phone shot. I'll take it down if there are serious objections, but I couldn't let a 'stache that amazing go undocumented.)
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