Thursday, November 13, 2008

Fare Fire Sale

Ok, there is a flight from Chicago to Austin on sale at right now for ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN DOLLARS AND I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

Also from Chicago to El Paso for $167! I had to refresh the web page just to make sure I wasn't going crazy like that time JetBlue was selling fares for $.99 cents or whatever and it turned out to be a computer glitch but they didn't catch it until about a gazillion and a half people bought tickets.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Being meticulous

Like anyone else, I don't necessarily look forward to Mondays. But because I like a lot of structure and sometimes feel out-of-sorts on weekends because of the lack thereof, I usually welcome the arrival of a new week with relative eagerness - or in this week's case - relief.

I need to get the past week behind me immediately. I felt uneasy and strange all week - yes, partially because of the outcome of the election - but mostly, I think, because it was my first election as a real adult and I only absorbed its enormity for the first time very recently. And to be honest, it - and my participation in it - made me uncomfortable. Icky. It left me wishing I could be oblivious, you know, bury my head in the proverbial sand and not have to acknowledge that ok, maybe we really are in the middle of a global economic crisis, a climate crisis, hold a shaky geo-political position, [insert additional gloom and doom here] and maybe I really do have to think about it, talk about it, factor it in.

And not to diminish the terrifying clusterf*ck that is cold, hard reality, but it was also the first week of Daylight Savings Time and that always, always messes with me in a bad way. I didn't make it to the gym, couldn't focus at work, and otherwise was so out-of-sorts that I wasn't able to adhere to my other little obsessive compulsive disorders routines. Like I said, I take a great deal of comfort in being meticulous (Virgo) and when I can't manage to maintain my little habits for whatever reason - like putting on lotion right after I get out of the shower, for instance - it feels like the wheels might just fly off my life completely. Get a grip, lady, right?

Anyway, I'm thankful for a new week.
And speaking of wheels falling off, don't even ask me about my car. Gawd.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Told you so

All I want out of this life is to find a skinny black belt that is meant to be worn at the waist. I didn't think finding one would be so hard.

Thursday, November 6, 2008


I am just overwhelmed with love for my little pets tonight, and their little habits that make them cats, and mine. I just watched this special on big African cats, and it made me wonder if some big cats saw little Milly and River in the wild if they would know they were the same species and leave them unharmed or if they would just eat them and ask questions later.

It seems like Milly has to remind me every time I come home that it's HER - she does this little hop as she greets me through the door every single day, like "hey, it's me!" As if I would forget the creature tearing my Cosabella thong to shreds with its tiny razor claws as I was wearing it the first night I brought the creature home as a teeny tiny kitten.

Nope. No way I'm confusing YOU for someone else, you little sh*t. But I appreciate the effort, and I completely adore you.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

One and only one [anything] post

It's a historic night here in Chicago. I'm at home alone - consuming media and a nice glass of wine - while most of my friends are rallying in Grant Park or at house parties.

A friend and I don't agree on everything all the time (except for the ultimate and everlasting suckage of the Blue Devils) but I've really been struggling lately for a succinct way to explain my views and my vote, and he captures them nicely after the jump.

Don't worry. I'll be back soon to posting about the stuff that really matters, like clothes.