Back to Life... back to reality

Since my Sunday SunTimes cover I'll bet you're all wondering if strangers have bought me drinks. Have babies smiled at me, crazy Chicago drunks not puke on the sidewalk in my neighborhood.? Sadly, no. Not that I expected anything. Life is ironic and entertaining if it doesn't completely piss you off. I and my children (in the stroller) were nearly plowed over by a Silver Mercedes coupe in front of the Wild Goose - who BLEW the stop sign in the right parking lane. (people die this way!) I did what any respectable Chicagoan mother would do. I got right up to the side of his car and yelled at him. He ignored me. I yelled at him again letting him know "you almost ran us over!". I was a lady all the way and did not curse but I did want to key his car and bring on the fight (which I would have lost). I waited for him to have a "chat" with me.. I waited. He looked at me very nervously and gave me an impish wave and look of ignorance. I moved on. He was dead meat. Next time, I'll say the obvious without giving myself away: "I'll pull up my bra straps and ask him for a chat". It's honest and I, indeed, would give him a talking to. For all you vigilante types: did I mention it was a Silver Mercedes coupe - driver was dark haired, maybe Mexican or Middle Eastern. Looks like he had biz at Wild Goose. Just saying...

Later, I was walking north on Lincoln and had to walk clear around a HUGE puddle of vomit (like Sputnik) on the sidewalk next to Welles park. 3 more inches and it would have been in the grass for all the dogs to enjoy and us to oblivious about. In other startling news, I realize I've become the slackerest of all bloggers. I have plenty to post, but nary the time to dedicate to sharing the wonderments of my life with you. Don't take it personally. I just had to string you along all this time so you'd buy the SunTimes.

More kid fun and stroller/Mercedes confrontations. I predict: mom wins - and there's onomatopoeia involved. Kiya!