I’m a townie. I grew up in the town I live in. In the house I live in. Creepy, and yet comforting. Pretty much everyone from here has left and moved on, but not me. My two kids go to the same grade school I went to, they will graduate from my high school. I’m hoping it will be their grades that trump my legacy there (not extremely difficult, I have to add), and not their antics.  My poor suffering husband had to move up here to the far northwest suburbs of Chicago from the south side; it’s hard living up north here, with our trees, and open spaces, and our crooked roads that to this day make him shake his fist at the lack of planning whenever he drives. How long has he been long suffering you may ask? Taking one for the team since 1994.

I have strange and as yet undiagnosed condition (update:  tentatively diagnosed as Raynaud’s Phenomenon, although nothing concrete to support the diagnosis, aside from those pesky symptoms) giving me medical symptoms that we will get into, and lots of plans to get that worked out. OK, maybe not so many plans as I have instead taken a Dr. hiatus.  Riveting, I’m sure.  We’ll have to get back to that.

I work really hard doing what seems to be an endless list of major projects around my childhood home, and sometimes we even finish them! I take pictures, lots and lots of pictures that you might want to see. If not, please avert your eyes because they will be everywhere.

I garden, I camp, I sew, I fish, I cook, I ride a vintage bike, I knit, I run, I collect vinyl, and also smooshed pennies.  I do mundane everyday stuff sometimes, too.  I have lots of friends that are plenty of fun, and once in a while you might even catch a glimpse of me hanging with my extended family. I have BIG TIME plans to green up around here, and I daydream. A lot. I guess it’s been going on since I was a wee girl, because its on all of my report cards and progress reports. It used to be considered a problem, but now that I’m in charge I give myself permission.

Oh, and at least once a year we celebrate kid day at the Frank house. And yes, I am fully aware that most consider every day to be kid day. That’s how I retain my status as Most. Fabulous. Mom. EVER.

You can call me Becky.