Want to hear about my decidedly un-glamorous problem? Of course you do. I have been experiencing icky, icky heartburn pretty consistently for the last three weeks or so. First of all, I am appalled whenever I suffer an ailment like this because I consider heartburn to be an old person's health issue and I am a young lithe 26. And second, I am very particular and am really kind of insulted when I experience certain indignities, like, I'm just too pretty to have heartburn, do math, or have to do something really icky like go to the Currency Exchange.
Obvs, it's either stress or diet-related (or both, I suppose, but I generally don't feel stressed) and tragically, the only thing I know I consume consistently on a daily basis is... coffee. And omg, I refuse to believe or accept that coffee might be the culprit. On the other hand, I've been so afraid to trigger the heartburn that instead of cutting the coffee I've stopped eating anything even remotely offensive (plain bagel with cream cheese? too risky) and have inadvertently dropped a few pounds. On the other hand, this isn't completely a bad thing because you can't be too rich or too skinny, right? On the other hand, I'm not one to ignore blatant health problems and I can't live the rest of my life popping Tums, right? How pedestrian.
Anyway, ew. Any advice?
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
So Happy About Blogland!
I have been tagged by the lovely Kiki to make a list of favorite blogs that bring me "happiness and inspiration" and make me feel "happy about *blogland."
The rules: give the award to people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel so happy about blogland! Leave them a comment on their blog to let them know they received this award. (I may or may not have followed these instructions exactly as written.)
Gluten Free Mommy: I have been "real life" friends with this blog's author for about 12 years, since my sophomore and her freshman year in high school. After losing contact for a few years after college, I was so happy to stumble upon her blog completely randomly, while searching for gluten-free recipies for a coworker with Celiac. It's been a delight catching and keeping up as old friends in this way. What delights me the most, however, is the "essential Natalie" (her sense of humor, absolutely unmistakable sly smile and free spirit) that comes through in her writing every once in awhile. Anyone that knows Natalie knows what I mean. We have a particular greeting card exchange tradition that I think we need to rekindle. Tee hee!
Zoot: I don't know this woman, and I don't even comment on her blog, but I've been reading it for years. I'm totally impressed by the way she's able to maintain such an entertaining account of her life without compromising some of the securities the Internet can take away if you're not careful. She's never revealed her name or the names of her children to her online readers, she keeps a bona-fide "Kind Blog," by never insulting anyone, and she's got that effortlessly approachable, Every-Woman thing going on. Like Carrie from Sex and the City, only with curly red hair and a Southern accent.
Hello Darling: No one understands a Texan like another displaced Texan, and sometimes misery really loves company living in the big city. A shared affinity for Blue Bell ice cream, Shiner, sorority culture and all the other special things about the Lone Star State makes her blog an essential read for me every day. Where's a g-d Taco Cabana when you need one, right?
My tagger Kiki: Lives an enviable life! By making her home close to the ocean, turning her passion into a successful career and happily ensconced in family and friends, she makes living the good life a priority and goes after it with an energy I rarely have. While she's out having bonfire BBQ's on the beach, rest assured I'm having a grand old time reading about it in my sweatpants in the dark because I won't change my lightbulbs.
And because I'm not all sap and sugar, the "blog" of Unnecessary Quotations: just go and read it, people. It's almost as good as the neon "We Delivery" sign at the Chinese restaurant in the Gold Coast. I heart this blog, I really "do."
*Do they serve wine in blogland? What about a shoe store?
The rules: give the award to people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel so happy about blogland! Leave them a comment on their blog to let them know they received this award. (I may or may not have followed these instructions exactly as written.)
Gluten Free Mommy: I have been "real life" friends with this blog's author for about 12 years, since my sophomore and her freshman year in high school. After losing contact for a few years after college, I was so happy to stumble upon her blog completely randomly, while searching for gluten-free recipies for a coworker with Celiac. It's been a delight catching and keeping up as old friends in this way. What delights me the most, however, is the "essential Natalie" (her sense of humor, absolutely unmistakable sly smile and free spirit) that comes through in her writing every once in awhile. Anyone that knows Natalie knows what I mean. We have a particular greeting card exchange tradition that I think we need to rekindle. Tee hee!
Zoot: I don't know this woman, and I don't even comment on her blog, but I've been reading it for years. I'm totally impressed by the way she's able to maintain such an entertaining account of her life without compromising some of the securities the Internet can take away if you're not careful. She's never revealed her name or the names of her children to her online readers, she keeps a bona-fide "Kind Blog," by never insulting anyone, and she's got that effortlessly approachable, Every-Woman thing going on. Like Carrie from Sex and the City, only with curly red hair and a Southern accent.
Hello Darling: No one understands a Texan like another displaced Texan, and sometimes misery really loves company living in the big city. A shared affinity for Blue Bell ice cream, Shiner, sorority culture and all the other special things about the Lone Star State makes her blog an essential read for me every day. Where's a g-d Taco Cabana when you need one, right?
My tagger Kiki: Lives an enviable life! By making her home close to the ocean, turning her passion into a successful career and happily ensconced in family and friends, she makes living the good life a priority and goes after it with an energy I rarely have. While she's out having bonfire BBQ's on the beach, rest assured I'm having a grand old time reading about it in my sweatpants in the dark because I won't change my lightbulbs.
And because I'm not all sap and sugar, the "blog" of Unnecessary Quotations: just go and read it, people. It's almost as good as the neon "We Delivery" sign at the Chinese restaurant in the Gold Coast. I heart this blog, I really "do."
*Do they serve wine in blogland? What about a shoe store?
Monday, June 23, 2008
Really super
So, after finally realizing that the Cold Stone right down the street is not the same establishment as the godforsaken Marble Slab where they sing and dance and act ridiculous and I get really embarrased for them - and embarassed for myself because when I want ice cream, it's usually because I've just like, given up completely and I want it quietly, like can you please just assist me in your inside voice without alerting everyone that I'm a giant fat-ass? and then I light myself on fire right there in the store - I made R accompany me there for a cup of Cake Batter ice cream, or, as I like to call it, The Shit.
Somehow we got on the topic of: you know the only thing that would make this better? A tiny little bit of really cold whiskey and then that turned into: you know when I've had a really bad day? Is when you come home and I'm blending a pint of Cake Batter ice cream with a pint of Jack Daniels, which led to: do you know why we don't have working blender? Because of that time a bunch of girlfriends and I blew the wiring on the thing with our furious margarita-making. With smoke and everything.
I'm really something.
Somehow we got on the topic of: you know the only thing that would make this better? A tiny little bit of really cold whiskey and then that turned into: you know when I've had a really bad day? Is when you come home and I'm blending a pint of Cake Batter ice cream with a pint of Jack Daniels, which led to: do you know why we don't have working blender? Because of that time a bunch of girlfriends and I blew the wiring on the thing with our furious margarita-making. With smoke and everything.
I'm really something.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
You don't know me; you don't wear my chains
Great lyrics to "Boston" by Augustana. Took a bit of creative license with them to be fitting with Texas, of course.
She said I think I'll go to (Austin)
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over; where no one knows my name
I'll get out of California; I'm tired of the weather
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain
I think I'll go to (Austin)
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town; to leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise; I'm tired of the sunset
I hear it's nice in the Summer
(I don't really want to leave Chicago. I just like the song.)
She said I think I'll go to (Austin)
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over; where no one knows my name
I'll get out of California; I'm tired of the weather
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain
I think I'll go to (Austin)
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town; to leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise; I'm tired of the sunset
I hear it's nice in the Summer
(I don't really want to leave Chicago. I just like the song.)
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Gap Renaissance
Like every other preppy high schooler in my hometown, I lived and loved The Gap (in little old El Paso, J. Crew and Abercrombie were luxuries reserved for catalog orders and trips to cooler cities). Before the Gap opened in our nearby mall, I'd make my mom drive me to the bigger mall on the other side of town to shop, generally insuring that I'd be one of the only girls wearing Gap stuff at my school. This was key. And when the Gap opened a closer location one Saturday in ninth grade, you better believe I was waiting at the door for it to open at 10 a.m. I rememer that I bought a pair of adorable seersucker shorts that day. Clearly, I've taken shopping very seriously for a long time.
But since then? I haven't really been a huge fan of the Gap, generally favoring the consistency of J. Crew to the Gap's sometimes floundering and random attempts at reinvention.
Until yesterday. I stepped into the Gap hoping to find a few pairs of work slacks after striking out at Banana and White House, and omg people, the Gap and I are seeing each other again, reunited after years of separation based on irreconcilable style differences and friends?!? I loved everything in that place, (and almost bought everything too) most notably their "sunfade lightweight" cargo shorts in summery pastel colors (which I will wear fitted tees and heeled sandals; what else do I wear with anything?) and their super low-cut worn cotton tees which I got in five colors. I didn't manage to get away without a few pairs of "sunkissed khakis" either, in "periwinkle" and "peony," (muted purple and pink) so it suffices to say I am *ready for summer. And broke.
*can't you just hear my voice getting progressively higher with abject excitement? I am a woman possessed. Gap, I love you. Let's run away together.
But since then? I haven't really been a huge fan of the Gap, generally favoring the consistency of J. Crew to the Gap's sometimes floundering and random attempts at reinvention.
Until yesterday. I stepped into the Gap hoping to find a few pairs of work slacks after striking out at Banana and White House, and omg people, the Gap and I are seeing each other again, reunited after years of separation based on irreconcilable style differences and friends?!? I loved everything in that place, (and almost bought everything too) most notably their "sunfade lightweight" cargo shorts in summery pastel colors (which I will wear fitted tees and heeled sandals; what else do I wear with anything?) and their super low-cut worn cotton tees which I got in five colors. I didn't manage to get away without a few pairs of "sunkissed khakis" either, in "periwinkle" and "peony," (muted purple and pink) so it suffices to say I am *ready for summer. And broke.
*can't you just hear my voice getting progressively higher with abject excitement? I am a woman possessed. Gap, I love you. Let's run away together.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Whee!
Helloooo! No time for real posting because I'm packing for Indianapolis and then Dallas for a whole week, but I just thought you'd like to know that things are tops and I'm generally Winning at Life.
After I return, it's a blog clean-up and logo design and real posts about real fashion and style and nifty neato things of all pleasant varieties. Aces.
And gawd, it's finally summer in Chicago and at our house, it's always the *fourth of July baby, and we're fixin to grab it by the booboo! With 15 days of vacation left to use before the end of the year, I think I'm set to have myself a rockin' little time.
Things at the top of my list: summer sandals, a real novel, and a blender to make some fruity summer drinks.
*We have an absolutely enormous window-pane sized wooden tear-off "calendar" from the set of 1776 hanging in the office, and naturally, it says it's July 4. You know why, don't you, history lovers?
After I return, it's a blog clean-up and logo design and real posts about real fashion and style and nifty neato things of all pleasant varieties. Aces.
And gawd, it's finally summer in Chicago and at our house, it's always the *fourth of July baby, and we're fixin to grab it by the booboo! With 15 days of vacation left to use before the end of the year, I think I'm set to have myself a rockin' little time.
Things at the top of my list: summer sandals, a real novel, and a blender to make some fruity summer drinks.
*We have an absolutely enormous window-pane sized wooden tear-off "calendar" from the set of 1776 hanging in the office, and naturally, it says it's July 4. You know why, don't you, history lovers?
Sunday, June 8, 2008
A date, ya dig?
My dress: 
The Event
And my most important accessory? My date, nominated for best director; musical, none other than my boyfriend, the white Usher, of course!
The Event
And my most important accessory? My date, nominated for best director; musical, none other than my boyfriend, the white Usher, of course!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The Screwed Up Life of Charlie the Second
Once upon a time, I worked as an intern. And for approximately two days, I had a schoolgirl crush on this guy - he was cute, nice, charming, talented, supportive... and well? I quickly realized I wasn't his type.
Regardless of type, I feel compelled to tell you about his book and encourage you to check it out because his writing is awesome and varied and real and relateable... and that's just what I know from working with the guy.
Truth be told, I haven't read any of his "fiction" (insert your own PR joke here) but he told me once that his writing made someone throw up, so it has to be good, right?
Seriously, readers (reader?), check it out.
Regardless of type, I feel compelled to tell you about his book and encourage you to check it out because his writing is awesome and varied and real and relateable... and that's just what I know from working with the guy.
Truth be told, I haven't read any of his "fiction" (insert your own PR joke here) but he told me once that his writing made someone throw up, so it has to be good, right?
Seriously, readers (reader?), check it out.
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