Category Archives: Humor

Cry freedom!

The storied ‘L’ train in Chicago sure has a lot of don’ts.

Don’t solicit.  (Expected.)

Don’t eat.  Surprising…but DC prohibits food on their subway,  too. I know someone who got a ticket while visiting. 

Don’t gamble.  WHAT?? Now we have seriously  crossed a line. 

Gotta have my shell game.

The struggle is real

pronunciationFor the first time today, I realized that people can place pronunciation guides in their Facebook homepage profile.

For example, I could phonetically spell out “Curtsinger” so people don’t pronounce it “Crutsinjer,” which is very popular among customer service representatives and hotel registration desk employees.

But it’s my opinion that anyone who isn’t sure how to pronounce my last name probably shouldn’t be on my Facebook list.

On Twitter or Instagram? Sure. I follow people who I don’t know and whose name I would probably butcher if I met them on the street. We simply share common interests.

But Facebook?  These are my peeps. No pronunciation guide for you.

Lucky seven

Happy Seventh Birthday, Sticky Egg!

Seven

A lot has changed since I started this blog on a whim after watching the movie Julie and Julia.

New job. New city. New adventures, this time on my own.

Will this really be lucky seven?  I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Thanks for hanging around with me to find out!

Welcome home 

My mother’s china has been packed in a box for 27 years. 

I have taken it with me from city to city, to nine different homes, but have never had the cabinet space to display it. 

Well, today it sees the light!

Isn’t it beautiful? 

After all those moves, I unwrapped each piece with some trepidation, but only one was broken. 

It somehow seems fitting.

The key to happiness 

I handed over the keys for my New York City apartment to my broker on Thursday and flew off to Chicago.

My new place won’t be ‘mine’ until Tuesday, so until then, business trips — and generous cousins in a nearby burb — are providing shelter.

I’m used to living out of a suitcase,  so this vagabond period doesn’t really bother me. But it is somewhat disconcerting to not have keys to anything.

We spend so much time looking for our keys, carrying them, losing them, finding them…and now, I got nuthin.

My cousins, on the other hand….

They’re just showing off.

Thank you note

I began plotting my move to Manhattan at the tender age of eight at the dining room table in our tiny farm community in Kentucky.  

It took me a few years, and I made some stops along the way, but I made it. And I’ve a spent the past decade here in the Big Apple.

Thank you, New York City,  for being everything that little girl dreamed of and so much more.

Tomorrow I begin a new adventure  in Chicago. I feel like a kid again, and just as excited!

Athletic ability  (or lack thereof)

​It’s like looking in a mirror…