I live in a neighborhood of Chicago called Uptown. We’re about a mile north of Wrigley Field. The good news is that I’m close to the lake and have a beautiful condo. When I moved here seven years ago I was able to double my square footage than had I moved to Lincoln Park. While Lincoln Park is a ten on the beauty and fun scale, Uptown is a three.
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I Need Validation From My Ex-Wife
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I had a great joke for my ex-wife yesterday.
No, I didn’t mistype. â€For†– not “about.â€
I’ve been open about my journey through divorce. I have even been on tv and spoke about it. My relationship now with my ex-wife mostly consists of questions I have about the pets (she’s a veterinarian) and something funny I know she’ll laugh at.
Biggest Day In Blog’s History
Please go kill yourself.
Wow. Just wow.
Yesterday.
Not only did I get the most number of comments on a single day, but also the most number of visits to my site. I’m talking about thousands. Somehow all you foolios promoting your blogs drove an insane amount of traffic to my blog. Hopefully you got a few visits yourself.
Promote Your Blog on My Blog RIGHT NOW!
Not a Real Pimp
So many of you are bloggers, and if you’re like me, you know how difficult it is to have readers find you. I probably spend an hour a day writing and another hour a day marketing my blog.
I’d like to give you an opportunity to get to know each other. It’s a thank you from me for your dedicated readership.
I Shaved My Back For Nothing!
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Often I sit in front of the computer for fifteen minutes or more trying to figure out what to write.
Not today.
Two days ago I shared about needing to trim up my shoulder hair for a pool party I had been invited to. Today was the day, so I grabbed my suit, a towel, and headed out the door for my friend’s house, which is an hour away.
I Forgot How Great You Are
I actually did this tonight at the grocer when I noticed it was "Buy One Box of Triscuits, Get One Free.†A totally appropriate response.
No, this isn’t a post about my parents, sister, best friends, well-wishers, or even my girlfriend (although it probably should be).
This is about you. Don’t look behind you then back to these words, pointing at yourself quizzically as if to say, “Who? Me?â€
Shaving For The Party
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I am attending a swimming party this Saturday. Sad, but true – this may be the only swimming I do all summer. At the beach I occasionally try to get the chihuahua to take a few steps in and half of my foot gets wet. But that doesn’t really count as swimming.
I Just Woke Up Out of a Deep Sleep…
I get up at least once in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I feel like that's got to be a disaster in the dark with a tent. Yes?
…to write this post for you.
As you may know I have written every day this year so far. I laid down (lie, lied, lay, laid? – nobody knows for sure) to just rest for a few minutes at around 9pm. Two hours later I woke up with a mild annoyance that I had forgot to do something. So here I am. Appreciate the dedication! Or don’t.
I Talk to Myself About Myself – A Confession
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Okay, I can’t be the only person that does this. I hope.
Now, mind you, by me sharing what I’m about to share, I am terrified you’re going to think I’m the biggest narcissistic douche on the planet. But I assure you, I’m not. I have a therapist that will attest to my relative well-being.
