Okay, wow. As you know, I have had the good fortune to test-drive many General Motors vehicles on an extended (one week) basis, for the purpose of providing my “I’m a busy blogger, writer, show producer, event planner, exercise enthusiast, reality tv-watcher, beagle owner, wife, and mom just to name a few” opinion about them. I have enjoyed them all. The Chevy Cruze (especially when it smelled like the paczkis I bought that one time, leading me to beg GM’s Connie Burke to beg Chevrolet to invent a “baked goods feature”) was a favorite. The Chevy Sonic, in all its cuteness, was a big hit with me AND my teenagers.…
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Doing It (Almost) Dailey At The Dailey Method
This is the second of three posts I am writing about my month-long trial of The Dailey Method. (Read the first one HERE.) I am so excited to be able to share my experience with you! Addicted. That’s me. Not one to ever take an opportunity for granted, I am taking my “Unlimited Month of Classes” at The Dailey Method very seriously: In the past fifteen days I have enjoyed ten classes, and have already made reservations for eleven classes for the next fifteen days. Though I lost five pounds in the first week, a couple of those came back. I’m not stressing about the number though, to be honest.…
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About Last Night
I’m having a little trouble. I can’t really wrap my head around the whirlwind that was LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER CHICAGO last night. I can’t keep using the word “amazing” and expect that 1. People will continue to take me seriously 2. People will believe that yes, I’m a writer …but the fact is, everything about this experience (well, not everything: there were a few snags in the planning process but everything shook out in the end) WAS amazing. I tend to be long-winded (or whatever that is in terms of writing), and although I can think of thousands of things to report to you about last night, I think…
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Vienna Beef = Hot Dog Heaven
I really don’t even know where to start. I was invited to the Vienna Beef Headquarters and Factory Store to be in the small (miniscule, actually: there were about eight of us!) blogger audience for a broadcasting of Chicagonista Live, with my Social RevUp partner MJ Tam, BBRadio hostess Beth Rosen, and the other two CL ladies, Nancy Loo (Big Tiny) and Duong Sheehan. The experience was set up to be really fun: we would meet some of the folks from Vienna Beef while enjoying some Chicago hot dogs (THE Chicago hot dogs, actually: Vienna Beef hot dogs were first introduced at the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition, otherwise known as…
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Where’s The Beef?
Excuse the 80’s reminder about an entirely different brand altogether, but here it is. I visited the Mothership today. It’s late, though. I’ll be posting about this tomorrow. The only problem is, if you just show up here by clicking the home page, you won’t see it because although it’s not a review, it’ll be listed on my review page because it’s a “brand interaction” post. That being said, if you subscribe to my feed, like my Facebook page, or follow me on Twitter the post will be delivered to you hot, fresh, and full of a variety of great ingredients, much like a Chicago hot dog. Get some rest.…
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Vacation, Revisited.
It “only” took three months, but I finally developed the waterproof cameras we brought on our cruise in January. As is typical, the quality of the pictures isn’t all that fabulous, but the quality of the memories is beyond excellent. These are the best pictures from the bunch: they were taken on the day we left the cruise ship in favor of a smaller boat, to sail to a “snorkeling and beach party”. I pumped up the color in the picture of the fish: the snorkeling wasn’t as pretty (okay, or as dangerous!!) in Cozumel as it was on my trip to the Bahamas in 2006 so I gave it…
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Just Because You Really Need To See This.
I don’t do this too often because I don’t want my subscribers (ahem, do you subscribe to Suburban Scrawl? No? Click here to either add me to your feed reader or get me delivered to your inbox) to be annoyed with an extra, feeder post, but now and then I really want EVERYBODY who reads Suburban Scrawl to see a post that is considered a review because it includes brand information (and is, because of that, posted on an ad-free page that you “home page clickers” don’t see just by visiting. See why you should SUBSCRIBE???), but really rocks out as a post in general. Today is one of those…
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It’s A Baby Shower For Operation Precious CARgo!
I have signed on to do yet another thing. I know what you’re thinking: “Is she NUTS?” “She’s so busy!” “She is DEFINITELY NUTS.” This is really really cool, though. (And it’s short-term, which is a bonus.) I have been asked by the lovely people of Chevrolet to captain a team for Operation Precious CARgo. The mission is to collect registry items for a deserving, expectant military mom. So…cool, right? Basically my “team” (and that includes my Social RevUp partners MJ and Dwana who are unofficially co-captaining) is made up of all of my local family and friends. Do you know me? Live in the Chicago area? You’re on my…
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I Finally Found A Reason To Like Google+…Hangout!
Even though I’m always fine once it’s said and done, I’m not a big fan of change, generally. Though I have never read the book “Who Moved My Cheese?”, I know without a doubt that it was written for me. (I’ll get around to reading it, someday. Maybe.) That’s why, when I first heard about Google+, my groans could probably be heard all around the world. ANOTHER social media platform that I had to learn if I wanted to keep up with the times? Gah. I signed in and set up my profile, sort of, and started adding people to my circles, the entire time frowning, shaking my head, and…
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Birthday Traditions: Make A Cake And Eat It, Too.
A couple of weeks ago we celebrated J’s 17th birthday. SEVENTEEN. As in, “My younger–and last born–son is seventeen.” It would be really hard for me to believe if there weren’t a trail of rainbow-colored crumbs all over our family photo albums*. You see, around here birthdays mean one thing: beautifully decorated rainbow cakes (the insides are tinted in various colors). It’s a tradition my mom started, and what I love about it is the thought that goes into it, resulting in the birthday honoree feeling extra special. I remember how creative my mom was with birthday cakes when we were kids. Over the years, she made me a Holly…