Author: Theresa
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“Hysterical” Markers & Destination, Hutchinson
We got on the road about 9am and by 9:17am we’d already made our first stop. What else are you going to do when you see a sign for Walt Disney Hometown Museum? We headed south three miles to Marceline and parked in front of a beautiful brick building surrounded by a wrought-iron fence. It…
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Two Babes & A Babe-ette
Take two smart creative women, put them in a car with an inquisitive two-year-old for 400 miles and ask them to come up with a tag line for their trip to Kansas. I should specify that both of these women work with language on a regular basis, and for one of them (me) it’s her…
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There’s No Place Like…Kansas?
That’s right! I’m hitting the road and heading to Kansas. I’ll be traveling with my good friend Joanna and her daughter, a.k.a. Mini-Me. We’re leaving this morning and exploring along the way, and then once we’re there will be visiting fun places like the Salt Mines (really, it’s supposed to be very cool), the Cosmosphere,…
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What I’m Supposed To Do
Tonight I saw Alice Peacock perform. She’s a Chicago singer/songwriter who’s done pretty well for herself. From her performance I understand why. As I was watching her I thought “this is what she’s meant to do.” Her pitch was perfect. She was a natural. I couldn’t imagine her doing anything else. And I doubt she…
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Day 29 & 30 and the rest
Well now, I kind of fell off the face of this blog, didn’t I? I fell into the same old trap. The last two days of my “30 days of happy” were, well, happy. And busy. So I didn’t write. And since then I’ve been busy. So I didn’t write. And to be perfectly honest…
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“I CAN make salsa” Salsa
A few months ago I tried to make salsa for the first time. It was an abysmal failure, a too tomato-y mush of bland. I ended up mixing it into a casserole, because that’s where all bad sauces go to die. (Or should, anyway.)
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Day 27: Have A Nice Day
(This is actually from Friday. I fell behind…again…but I’m catching up…again…) Kid Rock. Bon Jovi. Soldier Field. Friend. Friend’s daughter. My son. Happy.
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Day 26: Speechless
It’s not often that I’m at a loss for words. Generally that’s a good thing since I make my living with them. Sometimes it’s a bad thing, as my exes can attest to. Yesterday it was a great thing; I was speechless because of two acts of unexpected generosity.