So very nau-ghty.

Many apologies for my lack of blog attention. The real world has kicked my ass in that kind of "i like being productive"/"i miss doing nothing but writing all day" kinda way.

So yes. Here I am. Here. That's where I am.

Can I just say how GORGEOUS chicago is? My god. Walking around with Willa is hilarious and really visually entertaining. And there's always something new to look at- quite appropraite for yours truly and my short attention span. It's like where's waldo, but I haven't quite figured out what waldo is.

Some man called me a MILF last night. He's said it before (he's a door guy to an outdoor pub on state), but I thought he called me ralph. Nope, he called me Milf. Double edged sword of a comment. Thanks and do i really look that old? oh well. age? just another adventure. yes. crazy is as crazy does as an 80 year old woman- that's my philosophy.

Off to artichokes. ciao for now.

Totum Poles aren't so scary from the bottom.

Work is fantabulous.

Nice people, nice work, tedious work, happy work, boring work, but work that I like. Still finding my way up the brick path. Nice color yellow. Now only if scarecrow was canadian. The cowardly lion is a comedian mike in a cubs hate. Now I've just gotta pin point the wicked witch (i think i know who she is) and stay the hell away. The witch my house fell on is subdued and likes me (hence the red shoes on my feet) and Glenda, my individual guide, sits kiddycorner to me. Tin man is a lawyer and hates the cold of the air conditioning (makes his joints creeky). The kid is toto and she follows me everywhere. The man behind the curtain is never around and she's a chick.

But all in all the emerald city isn't such a crazy place.

As long as the queen with a hundred heads doesn't make an appearance i think i just might make it.

Nothin of interest

Oatmeal is good.

Re-educating the homeless

Sisterly spat, ready? go.
How did you not know I was moving? It's all over my posts- like a whole two or three of 'em. Or maybe just one. But still- there's that one!

I'm in the gold coast (i.e. "I love goooooooold" post) now in a fantabulous apartment. Dawn is 2 miles away. Work is two miles away. And Caprini Green is two miles away (or less). Michigan Ave is like 4/5 blocks away (or less). I'm working for Star Farm Productions (i.e. the "phew" post)- which deals with the Edgar and Ellen books (for teens) and cartoons for nickelodean, nick jr, disney, PBS, etc. OF course none of them are on air as of now- it's a young company, but we've just sold deals to those companies and we are doing marketing with Target and Sam's Club, etc. I start monday.

I have to email you my addy for mrs. tracy of the big sis persuasion.

I wish you'd move here with us so we could build you a nice cardboard mansion. State of the art. I love the homeless prez. She's my twinlet.

I think I fell in a pit of craziness

I have found the mecca to which I belong. Crazy people EVERYWHERE. Some woman outside (while I was urgin' my dog to use the restroom facilities, aka the bushes) told me that Willa wouldn't pee there because of the smell. She had a thick polish accent and kept saying smell. I was like "yeah, but she only goes there, she's new to the city, don't understand the place yet" and the woman looked at me cross eyed and then said, "you are excused" dismissing me with a wave of her hand. Weird.

Doesn't help that I live next to an elderly home. And Caprini Green aka the ghetto. There are also hella expensive and wealthy people around who chat with me at the dog park. Appartly having a dog automatically means I must be social with anyone and everyone who cares to chat. The conversation rarely veers from topics of pets, but i suppose it's a starting point.

There's a police officer here who will billy club and pepper spray ANYONE who had their dog off the leash- and without warning. I have been warned three times from people who have already had run-ins. Excellent. Something to look forward to.