Katy the Train

Taking a Break

2010-02-22T23:48:00.001-06:00

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You say potato, I say "Yes, please!!"

2010-02-01T21:30:00.004-06:00

Lately, I've been reading about different diets, organic eating, etc., etc. While some seem helpful, others would simply cost a fortune to follow. Yes, I want to incorporate variety, but no, I don't want my weekly grocery bill to be an average of $200. Dismissed.

What I find truly disturbing, however, is this pattern of not eating potatoes! Too much starch, something else bad, blah, blah, blah. Yes, I want to eat healthier, but if you want me to give up potatoes, you'll have to pry them from my cold, dead hands.

I love the potatoes - mashed, fried, boiled, au gratin, whatever - I'll eat them all...just maybe not at the same time. Although, can't say I haven't done that before.

One magazine went so far as to tell me to replace mashed potatoes with mashed cauliflower. What? Who thinks that is a good idea? I love cauliflower, but not as a replacement. As a stand alone, yes. I'm Irish, we don't just give up potatoes like that.

So for this post, there's no moral, no deep thoughts, no life-changing written words. It's simply me sharing my experience at being appalled, APPALLED, that someone would suggest that life is better without the potato. Perish the thought.

Glass is potentially half empty with a possibility of half full

2010-01-30T19:37:00.004-06:00

These past couple of weeks have not been some of my finest. Yes, some of that is my own fault. I'm holding down a couple of jobs, doing my work for the Porchlight board and committees, joining two more DAR committees, helping to plan my 10 year high school reunion, and producing a play. Fine, I overcommitted - again. However, nothing new so that's not really the root of the crappiness.

It's because my arms hurts. There, I said it. I have a high pain tolerance and usually handle it just fine. When I got my wisdom teeth out, I took some Nuprin and went to marching band practice the next day. When I broke my finger, I wrapped it up in a drugstore brace and went about my business. But this endless pain/ache in my right arm and no feeling in my right middle finger for almost two weeks is driving me nuts. I have things to do! None of this semi-handicapedness - "I ain't got time to bleed." (Thanks, Jesse Ventura!) Tests come back negative, doctor give somewhat useless advice - and I'm still hurting.

So...right arm is not cooperating. To top that off, Friday my wallet is stolen. Most irritating part? Not calling all of the banks and filing a police report. Not not being able to take out any money in case of emergency. Most irritating was the loss of the wallet itself! I loved that wallet!! It was cute and tiny and had a leather owl on it...grrrr....

Glass half empty.

However, that said...good things can still happen. I had a great time doing dinner and the theatre with a friend. This morning I'm cutting down the alley to catch the bus and my regular homeless guy wishes me a happy day and to stay warm. After my morning meeting (on a Saturday), two of my fellow committee members offer me a ride downtown. Then I'm looking at movie times and the guy exiting a movie tells me I'm pretty.

Maybe...glass half full.

Now, tonight, I'm chillaxing in my adorable apartment with a happy cat, a good movie, and delicious leftovers. Yeah, my arm hurts and I can't buy online this beautiful coat that is 80% off. Yet in the larger scheme of things, la vie est belle.

Baby, It's Cold Outside

2010-01-13T19:53:00.003-06:00

The kind of cold where you think "maybeIshouldwearfivescarfsandtwosweatshirtsandalinedcoatandsomelongunderwearmaybetwopairsandthenIcanaddacouplehatsandmaybethenIwillbewarmohnevermindIamgoingtojuststayinside."

You know...that kind. My evidence? My backporch.

A few of my favorite men

2010-01-05T21:21:00.004-06:00

Unlike my dear Sister, who only watched Criterion DVDs, I have no standards when it comes to movies. I love them all. Bad or good, I'll probably still watch it. Which justifies, hopefully, my unmitigated excitement over this 2010 coming attraction:

Overload of action? Check
Ridiculous plot? Check
Jason Statham and his saucy Britishness? Check
Sylvester Stallone and his guyliner? Check
Evil dictator aided by Stone Cold Steve Austin? Check
Rumored cameo by Ahhhnold Schwarzenegger? Check

Me with my Diet Coke and soft pretzel on opening day? Check!!

I'd just like to say...

2010-01-04T10:01:00.004-06:00

I feel sorry for my children and I haven't even had them yet. I mean, yes, I do plan on having them...someday. Of course that would require I actually go on a date and not treat it like some kind of social experiment. Actually, that would mean I go on a date, full stop. But that's a different subject for a different time.

The reason I sympathize with my as of yet hypothetical offspring is that approaching my 28th year, I have some low personal standards for myself. Some of these include the following:

Freezer burn is a myth - if something can be heated up, then it's fine.
Napkins, at times, are a totally acceptable substitute to toilet paper.
Toilet paper, in turn, can substitute for kleenex.
Mascara can last at least a year - more if it doesn't go totally solid.
Leaving meat out overnight doesn't necessarily mean it needs to be thrown away.
Wearing contacts too long in order to save money by having to buy less is brilliant.
Not having a certain ingredient in a recipe doesn't preclude finding a substitute based on the fact that said substitute at least looks similar.
7-11 is a worthy stand-in for the actual grocery.
Sweeping the most visible areas counts for sweeping the entire apartment.

Before I list anymore I have two caveats to this list. I a) was not raised like this - don't think badly of my mother; and b) actually live in a sanitary, clean environment - almost obsessively so, just maybe not using traditional methods.

So why the pity for future generations? Because, sometimes, I barely take care of myself (and Sugar). Cereal for dinner, ignoring chores for work, sleeping to the last possible second before work, etc. I have friends who are mothers and I totally respect them for all of the extra work it takes! I mean that's sacrifice. In turn, granted, you have the unconditional love of your kids and whatnot and that is truly valuable...agreed, but I feel like it requires one to operate in some Nancy Meyers-like film well the settings are gorgeous, the food organic, and the flowers fresh. Realistically, I am aware that it's not always like that, but just run with me here, eh?

The folks that lived in the apartment before me had a baby...a BABY! In this smallish one bedroom. I was amazed, needless to say. All I could think was, "Man, where would I put all of my shoes?" So, obviously, I'm not in that place yet, thank goodness! But I in fact applaud young parents everywhere for their tenacity and skill - go forth and multiply some more.

Me? I'm off to get out my some 4 month old package of frozen edamame and boil it until it's green again. Or maybe I had this package in the old apartment? Not sure...

Ahem...excuse me?

2010-01-03T15:41:00.003-06:00

2010? Oh, it's on.

Happy New...yeah, whatever.

2009-12-31T23:48:00.005-06:00

Well it's that time of year again...you know, when the year ends and whatnot. Meh. I mean, sure it's a time for self-reflection, setting new goals, etc., etc., but I'm not sure if I want to do that. Or really, if it's even an effective method of re-evaluating. I mean, New Year's resolutions are a lot of pressure.

One thing I have done, though, is to reassess my 100/10 list. Just small tweaks that make the list better and more mine. Although, I did have a second party listen to my proposed changes and approve or not. I know, you might be thinking "Cheater!" But really, the list is mine to complete and enjoy (along with you all my dear blog readers). And no changes make the list necessarily harder or easier...just better. I'm super excited! 15 goals complete in 1.5 years - right on schedule, eh? Smooches to anyone that finds the differences.

That's it really, that's all I got. No deep thoughts - rien de moi. So, I leave you with someone who does have serious thoughts and reflections...

Star Wars - I has it.

2009-12-10T15:48:00.004-06:00

I have been totally negligent...my blog and my 100/10 goals... To the point where I have forgotten to post about one! I know - totally my fault. I'm busting out the ashes and the sackcloth now.

So...moving on. This past fall, I, and several lovely other friends, were hosted by the newlywed Kincaids in their apartment for a super fun party. But not just any party, oh no. It was a Star Wars party. All six movies, one day. Start time - 9:30am. End time - 11:30pm. We. Were. (Storm) Troopers.

It was a great day including lots of good food, blue drinks, and a ton of random Star Wars quotes. We watched the movies in chronological order per the story, not the release date. Thus, the first three were the newest ones that, I'm sorry, just aren't good! I'd seen them before and was prepared to give them another chance, but they're just awful. By the time we finished those, I was wondering how the heck I would ever get through three more.

However, the three original movies continue to be ridiculously good. The time flew by and all too soon we were done. All of us agreed that we could watch A New Hope, Empire Strikes Back, and The Return of the Jedi over and over - but maybe not again until next year...

(Now for some phone pics)

Done and done - 79) Watch all six Star Wars movies in a row

Choo-choo

2009-12-06T21:41:00.004-06:00

Last week during my sojourn in Indiana for the holiday known as Thanksgiving, Mom and I decided to gallivant about the countryside to satisfy my need for stark pictures that would look good in black & white (I lean towards those as I commence my burgeoning photography career). Lo and behold Mom used her detailed knowledge of what seems like most of southwest Indiana and we ended up at some cool railroad tracks. I immediately exited and took pictures of the empty train station, the tracks, signs, etc.

In pursuit of a great picture, I did exactly what one is not supposed to do - I walked the tracks (this is art, after all). Figuring it would be fine (i.e. trains wouldn't come that often), I walked towards the bridge. All of the sudden, I hear my mom shouting, "Katy...there's a train!" I turned around and saw this engine barreling around the bend in the tracks. I jumped off the tracks, waded through some waist high weeds and got about 20 feet away. And then proceeded to take tons of pictures - definitely some hot photo action time.

But the real moral of this story (which is in fact, not a moral at all), is that one of the greatest rushes in life is standing by railroad tracks as a train goes flying by. The train that day was probably going around 55, and it was so great.

I'm not the train buff that my dear Dad is...probably never will be. However, I do love riding trains, reading about the evolution of the rail system in Great Britain (Anglophilia, what?!), and learning more about really old trains (think Stourbridge Lion). So my Thanksgiving encounter was more thrill than scare...

But what I really want to do is ride in an engine of fa reight train poring on the speed in open country. I think I will make that an unofficial goal of mine. But, if anyone figures out how I could do such a thing before I do, just a reminder that I turn 28 on April 12th, and that would be the best birthday present...ha.

So True

2009-12-02T09:01:00.002-06:00

The sad thing is - I've done this before. Not play with a fuzzy mouse (I'll leave that to Sugar bear), but rather laid down and put the phone on my face when I'm super tired.

So true.

A new buddy

2009-11-21T14:22:00.003-06:00

A couple of weeks ago, I was leaving for work. I typically exit through my back door and cut through the alley. On my back porch I have a little covered area where some brooms, shovels, pots are stored (I haven't cleaned it out yet since taking over the lease). Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was completely freaked out by a noisy squirrel that made a hasty exit as I came through the door. Fine - squirrel wants to hang out, fine by me. The scene has been repeated several times since. Although, now that I know where all of the noise is coming from, I'm no longer scared witless before I've had my first hit of caffeine.

Yesterday, same thing - I exit and so does the squirrel. However, as I looked over, I noticed something new. My squirrel buddy has made a nest of newspaper and plastic over the past few weeks. Looks like he's decided to stay. Fine by me - he's not making too much of a mess and is pretty cute.

Looks like I have a roommate after all.

It's time for some Musical Theater

2009-11-09T09:13:00.005-06:00

I heart musical theater. I've seen Phantom like 14-some odd times at theatres around the world. I love the big, grand productions, but also the small, intelligent shows found off, off, off, off Broadway. And by that, I mean they're not even in NYC...ha.

So after a couple of years in Chicago missing the feeling of being involved in theatre, I decided to make the move and become a part of a smaller theatre here. I did some research, talked to some peeps, and finally settled on Porchlight Music Theatre. I e-mailed them with some interest and got a reply to meet with some board members and then attend a board meeting.

Long story very short - last month I became a board member of PMT. And I have to say, it's been fantastic. I mean, if I get up on a Saturday at 7am to make it to the northside at 9am for a committee meeting, that says love. I have our fall benefit on Monday, an opening next Sunday, and lots more to look forward to in the spring. We're doing Into the Woods. What's not to love?

I look forward to sharing my experience there. And hopefully, when you're in Chitown, you can come with me. Theater needs all kinds of support.

Oh yes, one more completed: 27) Sit on the board of a theater

Reasons I Heart the Autumn

2009-10-27T19:33:00.002-05:00

Pumpkin spice candles
Hooded sweatshirts with comfy jeans
Snuggling up with a book and tea under an afghan
Hot apple cider
History Channel specials on the history of Halloween and the origins of Thanksgiving
Colorful knitted hats
Pumpkin muffins at The Corner Bakery
Colored leaves
Going for runs in my neighborhood and seeing the university back in session
Theater shows and opening nights
Scarves and fingerless gloves
Cozy after-work drinks with friends
Good movies at the theater
The chill in the air in the evenings

Guy Ritchie, we need to talk

2009-10-14T09:27:00.008-05:00

Because I'm pretty sure you took the amazing literature of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and crapped all over it. Why do I say this? Because of this monstrosity...

What...what is that? I felt sorry for you when Madonna took away your masculinity and coerced you into making the disaster that was Swept Away. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and actually paid to see RocknRolla.

And what do you do? You take the beloved story of Sherlock Holmes and make it into some twisted action movie with bad comedy and worse (looks like at least) plotlines. For the love of all that is sacred and holy, why? Look, I know that SH was a drug user during his time, but that doesn't mean the audience show be required to do the same just to get through this monstrosity of a film.

And it is going to be released on December 25? What, you're trying to kill my Christmas, too? Bullocks to that, mate.

Because you can take your bare-knuckled fisting, bad joke making, wimpy looking, bad accent using Sherlock Holmes and stuff him somewhere that won't see the light of day. Because, my friend - Jeremy Brett is better than you'll ever be. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

A Love Letter

2009-09-21T20:49:00.004-05:00

Dear Public Library,

I'm so sorry I've let the love between us die. The siren song of myriad Chicago bookstores led me astray. You've been good to me for years, and what do I do? I leave you stranded on the street corner as I give the cold shoulder on my way to the nearest Borders.

How could I forget all the good times we've had? The years of Book-it where I got to read all I want and earn free pizza. The hot Saturday afternoons where I would enter your air-conditioned halls and pick out books for the summer reading program. You gave me free internet when I had no computer. You helped me prepare for high school, college, and my GREs.

Oh public library, without you I would have never discovered the glory of Leon Uris, the fun of the American Girl Series, the mystery of Victoria Holt, or the beauty of Wordsworth. Sans my library goodness time, I would never had my themed reading summers during college: the Japanese theatre during WWII, the wives and children of Henry VIII, and history of the Jewish population in Europe.

So I'm sorry for all of the lost time - the years we've spent apart. But I am here to make amends. I visited you today, and it was everything I hoped it would be. I can't wait to start my new biography of Elizabeth Cady Stanton. I look forward to renewing our relationship and being the good friends that we once used to be.

I heart you public library, don't you ever forget it.

Love,

Katy

The Wisdom of The Princess Bride

2009-09-14T21:23:00.002-05:00

As Count Rugen said in this classic film, before being killed by everyone's favorite Inigo Montoya, "If you haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything."

So true.

Normally this blog doesn't get overly personal, but tonight, my friends is different. I've put on weight since moving to Chicago. A lot of weight...let's not sugarcoat anything. I finally, finally realized this an hour ago as I tried on dresses for our opening gala in a few weeks and nothing fit. And not in the girl way of just finding an excuse to buy something new...literally. nothing. fit.

This gain is due to a lot of factors: eating as a solution to stress; a lot of late nights; having two jobs, taking classes, being involved in the community, and moving - twice; going out with old friends and making new friends; eating on the cheap; McDonald's when it's convenient.

But I'm out of excuses. As well I should be - no more "I'll start eating healthy tomorrow," or "I'll get up early to work out," (when do I ever voluntarily wake up early?), or "I'll give myself a free day to eat whatever I want." Because obviously folks, that's not working.

And if you can't tell so far, I'm pretty angry at myself. At 27, I should be in great shape - instead my clothes don't fit and I have high cholesterol. Stupid, and I know that. In high school I was always worried about being heavier than my classmates, but now I would kill for that body!

So, done. That's it. No more excuses, no more putting it off, in short, no more bull s***. I've always been a strong, disciplined woman and there's no reason to stop now. If I've survived living on two continents, graduating with my masters at 24, moving across the country twice, and working for one of the best orchestras on earth, I can sure as hell put down the donut.

So while this is a battle cry to myself to eat healthy and work out, I am still cognizant of two things 1) I've said this stuff before to no avail and 2) In the morning light, everything could seem fine. But, I feel different - ready for the challenge and eager to prove myself wrong.

So if someone asks me if I'm going to hit up the salad bar, pound the pavement, hit the weights, or take my racquet to the courts, I'll say, "Tell them I'm coming, and hell's coming with me. " (See Tombstone)

Princess Power

2009-09-10T12:11:00.001-05:00

So I'll cop to the fact that when I was but a wee girl I liked the Disney princess movies. I watched the Sleeping Beauty, the Cinderella, the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. My hands-down favorite "princess" was Belle, though, from Beauty and the Beast. She's wicked smart, a brunette, loves to read, doesn't give in to social pressure, has a good relationship with her Dad, and let's be honest, truly saves the day.

However, I'm slightly terrified of the turn the "Disney Princesses" have taken in the past several years. Disney has grouped them altogether in a pastel pink world where little girls can wile away their days with fancy dresses and dreams of a Prince Charming. Barf. And what about the non-princess heroines like Pocahontas, Mulan, or Esmerelda? Are we stashing them away so Disney can subtly indoctrine young girls with a belief in the class system?

I mean, seriously.

However, recently I stumbled across some artwork that warms my heart that is two sizes too small. While spending sometime on Total Film, I read an article about "6 Dark Remakes Starring Disney Princesses." My hope upon hope that Rob Zombie had somehow gotten the rights to The Little Mermaid turned out to be false, but I was introduced to some amazing artwork that meshes my past-love of Disney and my current love of horror films. All thanks to DeviantArt and DeviantArt regular Jeffrey Thomas. And again, my favorite is Belle - now a more feral version with a badder beast (awesome).

A close second? Sleeping Beauty - now as a vampire (brilliant).

You can see TotalFilm's article here and the rest of the princesses here. Enjoy!

2009 Europe Trip - The condensed version

2009-08-26T21:08:00.009-05:00

Due to the following factors: 1) lack of time 2) my immense enjoyment in posting pictures on Facebook and 3) the fact that I have several other things I want to blog about, I have decided to forgo the traditional approach to assigning a blog to each of the cities I visited. Instead in this blog for each of the remaining cities I will post one picture and give you my 5 favorite things from that experience.

If you want to know more about my trip, let's go old school and actually talk to each other live and in person...

Auschwitz
1) Finally getting to see a place that I have read so much about.
2) Witnessing history that should never be forgotten
3) The 1.5 hour drive from Krakow to Auschwitz
4) My amazing tour guide who balanced extremely well the facts and the emotion of the experience
5) Never forgetting

Malbork
1) Standing in a place where the Teutonic Knights once were
2) Dominika's father's "informal" tour
3) Seeing firsthand a medieval castle
4) Walking around in the rain
5) Goofing around with friends

Gdansk
1) Seeing the gorgeous waterfront
2) Communist apartment blocks
3) Walking through the open market
4) Taking pictures in St. Mary's Church
5) Kebobs - the Polish Taco Bell

Kartuzy
1) Spending time with the Fard and Szreder families
2) Witnessing the wedding of two wonderful people
3) Cute, friendly Polish kitties
4) Hunter's stew
4) Vodka, good food, and throwing glass against a rock

London
1) Troilus and Cressida at The Globe
2) Ordering the same sandwich at the same place (from when I was a student in 2003) and having it tasted the very same
3) The Florence Nightingale Museum
4) Cute 21 year olds who ask me to go salsa dancing
5) The 39 Steps

Also fulfilled another goal: 45) See Auschwitz

2009 Europe Trip - Krakow

2009-08-23T09:40:00.013-05:00

These past couple weeks I have been on a...wait for it...vacation! I know, me, right? Two full weeks off that didn't involve moving, changing jobs, or a family event. I'm a little closer to being a saint, because surely that is a miracle. The trip consisted of a few different cities, with the main shindig taking place in and around Kartuzy, Poland - the marriage of a close college friend!

On today's agenda - Krakow. What can I say? I friggin' love this city! I had no expectations when it came to traveling to Poland - I am very interested in the history of the country thanks to my Polish and Lithuanian Commonwealth class in college and the stories of Leon Uris. But modern Poland? I knew very little. Thankfully, the city and I got on like a house on fire.

I stayed in a hotel near the old town which is more of a tourist part of the city, but also provides easy access to all the main sights - perfect! First on the agenda was a trek to Wawel Castle - where the country's rulers used to be located for five centuries. Wawel Hill contains the castle, the cathedral and the surrounding land. The cathedral is amazing and beautiful, especially the tomb of Queen Jadwiga. After flying from Chicago to Paris to Krakow, however, Wawel Castle was the only thing I could handle the first night!

The next couple of days consisted of a trip to Auschwitz (more details on that later), a golf cart tour of Krakow, visits to the cloth hall and the main square, yummy Polish food, walking around the city, and taking lots of pictures.

However, my hands-down favorite part of the city was Kazimierz, the Jewish Quarter. I find the history of the area fascinating and took plenty of time to explore the area including several synagogues, both active and not. My favorite experience, however, was at the Stara Synagoga (Old Synagogue). Heavily damaged by the Nazis during World War II, the synagogue was rebuilt and is now a museum and conservation center. I attended an exhibit there called "And I Still See Their Faces," which consisted of images and photographs of Jews pre- and post-war. What was amazing was the where the photos came from - family members that had emigrated, photos found in clothing taken at concentration camps, photos and glass prints found hidden in Jewish homes, etc. The experience was somewhat emotional - especially after witnessing images of entire families that had been wiped out in a concentration camp.

But this history buff still managed to enjoy the present as well - watching the fire dancers in the square, shopping for fun souvenirs, eating gelato, trips to several beautiful churches, and basking in the sun while people watching.

Unfortunately, I only got three days there - I could have stayed much longer!! However, I definitely have totes good memories from this incredibly beautiful city.

Summers are relaxing right?

2009-07-09T09:38:00.009-05:00

Find new apartment with larger kitchen, more windows, and non-crappy neighbors - done
Thanks to above said new apartment, call electric, gas, insurance, and get mail forwarded - ummm...sort of done?
Actually move to above said new apartment - started, but not close to done
Deal with a potential life-changing decision - done
Plan a trip to Europe involving four different cities, three flights, and two hotels - done
Buy super fun new suitcase for above said Europe trip - done
Do the loads and loads of laundry that I have - haven't even started thinking about it
Get an extension on my call to jury duty - done
Have dinner with my cousin and his wife and their three ridiculously cute kids - done
Answer all of my outstanding e-mails - thinking about it
Book trip to Dallas for the weekend before I leave for Europe - done
Do all of the work that needs to be done for that trip - ugh, I know, I know!
Stage a Red Bull intervention on myself - hahahahaha, that's funny
Remember that I have a blog and I need to post - close enough

Ahem...

2009-06-25T11:58:00.001-05:00

Another goal fulfilled!

59) Make an enemy

Since this situation is loosely work related, I will not go into detail. However, I will say, someone wanted a lot for nothing last year and I had to play bad cop. This year, I am now referred to as "that woman."

Done.

I enjoy being a girl...sort of...sometimes

2009-06-18T21:09:00.012-05:00

I've never been what one would call a girly girl. When I was little I had Barbies and Cabbage Patches. But instead of Barbie cooking in her Barbie Dreamhouse, she had to deal with a Dreamhouse break-in. When I received a Barbie campsite tent and accessories, well, unfortunately the campsite was mauled by a bear. I didn't carry them around, but my Sis and I did set up a Cabbage Patch hospital. I'm pretty sure I might have missed the point of dolls. Although I was very protective of my stuffed animals.

As I got older, it didn't get much better. I didn't wear make-up until later in high school and even then pretty much used what my mom handed down. When I did buy some, it was almost always in funky colors. When most girls were getting highlights in their hair, I dyed mine blond in the front and then had red and purple highlights in the rest of it. To this day I still don't have an overriding interest in hair and makeup. My hairspray, when I have any, usually goes bad before I can use it, I keep mascara way too long, and the thought of lipstick frightens me.

And still walking into an Ulta, or the like, makes me break out into a sweat. Who needs a $150 curling iron? And there had to be at least 10 kinds of straighteners...don't get be started on face cleaners. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I have no idea what 70% of that store is used for. And I still maintain eyelash curlers amount to about the same thing as a medieval torture device.

Now, don't get me wrong, I definitely have girly traits: a healthy obsession with shoes, a lifelong love of all things Jane Austen, and a strong devotion to Betsey Johnson. So when I was feeling kind of blue tonight, I thought, "Hey! I should pamper myself and see if that helps." So, I tried my new curling iron (only $13.99 thank you very much), but I'm convinced that my hair looked the same as it did before I tried to curl it. So I then painted my toenails bright blue, made a mess, and had to remove about half of what I put on. Anyone who's lived with me can attest to this sort of thing happening on a regular basis. I consider myself fairly smart but somehow nail polish confounds me.

So when pampering wasn't quite the success I thought it would be, I decided to turn to what I know best. I put on Mad Max for a healthy dose of violence and action and called it a night.

God. Country. Notre Dame...Me

2009-06-07T21:49:00.009-05:00

This past weekend I attended my five year reunion at my alma mater, University of Notre Dame...and good times were had by all. Thursday night, my ex-roommie LW drove down from Madison and stayed the night, then Friday morning we skipped the light fantastic over to South Bend to get the party started! And a party it was...

The weekend was full of reminiscing, taking pictures, catching up with old friends, and long walks around campus. It included lunching at the dining hall, picnicking in front of the stadium, and free wine from 3pm to 1am. I thought of all the good times, and a few less than good. I exchanged stories with friends about marching band, dances, dorm craziness, and squirrel chases. I slept in a dorm room and realized I didn't miss that aspect of college at all!

I took several trips to the grotto and ached for all the times I wish I could have been there when I needed it the most. I remembered how many times I kneeled in prayer in front of the candles, and of all the friends that had come with me to pray at times, and I can still understand why I love it so much.

I listened to Father Hesburgh give the homily at the all-class mass and stood with everyone else to applaud him when he was finished. I spent too much money at the bookstore but with no regrets. I laughed, I talked for hours, and didn't tear up once. But I came close at the end of the mass as everyone stood, including the oldest alum present (Class of 1930), and sang the alma mater.

Notre Dame, our Mother

Tender, strong and true

Proudly in the heavens,

Gleams thy gold and blue.

Glory's mantle cloaks thee

Golden is thy fame,

And our hearts forever,

Praise thee, Notre Dame.

And our hearts forever,

Love thee, Notre Dame.

To which I say "Tant pis"

2009-06-03T22:05:00.004-05:00

I will never be a genius in the kitchen...tant pis.

I will never pull off the demure, professional look...tant pis.

I will never have the patience to not visualize some people as voodoo dolls with pins in them...tant pis.

I will never stop yearning to visit places I haven't seen...tant pis.

I will never prefer the color pink - hot or not...tant pis.

I will never let society or the "norm" pressure me into something I don't want...tant pis.

I will never try to understand the fascination about twittering...tant pis.

I will never blindly accept the judgement of others...tant pis.

I will never stop being disappointed that most people don't write letters anymore...tant pis.

I will never get into the whole Wii thing...tant pis.

I will never break my habit of completely ignoring everything around me while I read...tant pis.

I will never be able to do my work without music or a movie or some sort of noise...tant pis.

I will never apologize for who I am or the choices I make...tant pis.

In which I discover that I am not that sentimental

2009-06-01T12:24:00.004-05:00

This past weekend, I celebrated the bachelorette-ness of one of my former ND roommates who is set to be married this summer. I would like to point out that this is the second former roommate to be married in less than 365 days...oy vay! I am certainly thrilled for them both, however! Both girls are married/to be married to some of the best guys that I have ever met and each couple is made for each other. An ideal situation of the married state, n'est-ce pas?

Yet, at the same time a wave of nostalgia swept over me on Saturday between glasses of wine and the ridiculousness of bachelorette party games. Nostalgia for the days when I worried about grades instead of paychecks, what to eat at the dining hall instead of what to buy at the grocery, and walking across campus (15 minutes) to crossing the city (up to two hours).

Then after a minute of reminiscing I thought, who am I kidding? Hell no I don't want to be in college anymore...or even my early twenties for that matter. I'm over it like nobody's business. Gone are the days of group bathrooms, requisite swimming classes, blue books, and sweating it out during finals. Gone are the days of going to grad school full-time while working two jobs, accounting class at 9:30am, and internship applications (I still own about 200 manila envelopes if anyone needs any, by the way).

Instead I now have my own apartment, voluntary classes (vive le francais), income, and a cute chubby kitty. I have great clothes among which are a few designer labels, the freedom to choose the work that I love, and am well above the legal drinking age. As I say rather too frequently, totes awesome!

So as I look forward to my five year reunion at Notre Dame this weekend, I go with a readiness to see old friends, a fear of the mattresses in the boys dorm in which the Class of 2004 will be staying, and the happiness that while my years there made me the person I am today, I in no way feel the need to relive them over and over.

Now if I could just get those pesky student loans to go away.

Dancin' Machine

2009-05-17T23:26:00.003-05:00

I've been known to break it down. From Ida Noyes to Myrtle Beach to Heartland to the Ministry of Sound to the Egyptian room, I've had my moments where I shook what my mama gave me. But as of this past Saturday, I have officially been schooled.

Two nights ago my friend SP and I attend the launch party of "30 Seconds to Dance" at my favorite place in Chicago - the Alliance Francaise. Co-commenced by a former Paris Opera dancer (now a principal at Joffrey), this amazing project features the ridiculously talented dancers of Chicago. All styles are showcased, and SP and I got to witness the mad skillz for ourselves as the launch featured live performances of some of the dancers seen in the videos.

The goal of this website is to promote both the art of dance and the dancers themselves. I think this is a great addition to the rich cultural sector of which Chicago can boast. I know I'll be checking in often to see what new clips are posted. I can always use some new moves...

Bunnnnieeeesss!!!!

2009-05-14T09:15:00.001-05:00

Here. I totally want one.

Miss Pole Dance World 2009

2009-05-09T16:49:00.003-05:00

I don't have any really strong feelings one way or another about strip clubs, pole dancing, etc. But, I did stumble across the routine of Miss Pole Dance World 2009, and what she does is ridiculous. If I tried to do the same thing, I'd probably need multiple realignments afterwards. Even if pole dancing isn't your cup of tea, this video is amazing. Make sure and watch what she does at the 2 minute mark.

Mon film favorite

2009-05-06T21:18:00.006-05:00

Best. film. ever.

Seriously, if you haven't seen The Day of the Jackal, you haven't lived. This has been mon film favorite for years after being introduced to it by my Dad. With a great story line covering the attempted assassination of de Gaulle, an unlikely detective/hero, the French countryside, and a stone cold (Edward) Fox, this movie is nothing short of brilliant. And while I enjoy the Jason Bournes of the world, I relish this film for the sparse calculated violence, longer screenshots, and main characters that aren't all cookie-cutter good looking.

Why is this coming up now, you say? Well, because I just discovered that IMDB has posted the trailer for it! How cool is that? I love seeing these old trailers. I think you all should watch it here. Augh, they just don't make 'em like they use to.

Another reason to see the movie? Well, let's just say it involves a "cha" and a "cal."

Some Monday Night Cuteness

2009-05-04T20:41:00.000-05:00

Done and Done

Play me a Melody

2009-05-03T20:48:00.004-05:00

I'm am obsessed with a new singer that I just discovered on Friday. Roaming around Borders, I was looking for some good new music and saw a cd poster for a singer, Melody Gardot. I loved the cover art, and went to look up where to find the cd. Lo and behold, it was in the jazz section. This resulted in a momentary pause on my part. While I appreciate jazz, it is not usually my chosen genre of music. I'm more likely to be found in the hard/goth rock section...or classical...or international. Yet, I continued to be intrigued and bought the cd sight unheard.

And boy, I am thrilled that I did! While she's a little more Norah Jones than straight jazz, her vocals are gorgeous and the music behind her top rate. I always like to know about the musicians and googled her upon returning home, and I now appreciate her fabulous cd even more. And here's why.

Almost six years ago, at the age of 19, Melody was struck by a car while riding her bike and suffered a fractured pelvis, spine damage, and some trauma to her brain. Essentially a vegetable, physically unable but mentally sound, she began the long road to a partial recovery. She suffered from aphasia, an inability to form words, and until two years ago could only speak with difficulty - the barrier from brain to mouth had been broken. Her doctors recommended music therapy. She had played in piano bars before to help pay for college, and they believed it could help break down the barriers. The rest, as they say, is history.

However, even now she is still burdened with a misaligned pelvis, uses a cane to walk, and continues to suffer neuralgic pain. She also has a autonomic nervous system disfunction which makes her super sensitive to noise and sound and is also the reason for the dark glasses she is seen wearing in all of her pictures. Yet, she credits music for helping her to continue to deal with these difficulties.

Amazing story, right? Never should anyone doubt the power of music, and not just from an audience perpsective - a laissez-faire approach to music - but also as having an active role in the improvement in the quality of life. I think this story is a perfect example of that.

I bought her second album, My One and Only Thrill, and it's so good!! You can hear a song from this album here.

Je me chausse

2009-04-29T21:01:00.009-05:00

Or literally, I shoe myself en francais. But it really means more of "I wear these shoes." And, oh yes, I do... I love the shoes, although I've gotten rid of several in the past months, and I think I'm down to only about 50 pairs. Sad, I know. And while I wish I could say Je me chausse avec chez Louboutin, it's more like Je me chausse avec chez Payless. Oh well, c'est la vie. However, Payless has had some kickin' shoes lately and I am enamoured of their Alice + Olivia for Payless line. And, since I don't have the paycheck that allows me to buy the real A + O stuff, for now I'll stick with the low-end.

And that's exactly what I've been doing lately - sprucing up my spring/summer wardrobe with some fabulous new shoes. I'm proud to say that all of them have been on sale/clearance/BoGo from a few different stores. And I'm also proud to say that the lowest heal is 4 inches, because however tall I am, I can always be taller. I take true joy in new shoes and the act of buying them is just as fun as wearing them. Although the most fun, admittedly, is seeing the reactions of my friends and family.

So, to share with you my terrific new shoes, I attempted to take a picture. Of course, keep in mind that I have a chubby cat with a lifelong shoe obsession himself.

First try:

Second try:

Third try:

Close enough:

Aren't the shoes fabulous, though?

One Day More

2009-04-23T16:40:00.001-05:00

This is for my sis - I'll miss being related to the DCGF, but onwards and upwards with the USO.

Sisters

2009-04-20T19:52:00.009-05:00

I've decided to embrace my twenty-sevenness. I've decided that eight days into this milestone year, that it's going to be a great one. In fact, I'm going to will it that way. Twenty-seven will be less anger, less frustration, less disappointment, and less worry. Twenty-seven will be more adventure, more happiness, more work, and more tomfoolery. But I have a feeling...call it a sense...that I won't be alone in having a super fantastic year.

This past weekend I was in DC for a conference of an organization for which I have started doing some fundraising consulting. As I flew into National and hopped the blue line to Metro Center, I was struck with a wave of nostalgia for my time in the nation's capitol. Most people know that I lived there for year, but I also has interned in DC for two summers previous to that, and some of my best memories are from those times: sharing a studio with someone I barely new (but came to be good friends with), working three blocks away from the White House, outdoor Shakespeare performances, hot summer nights at The Trap, going to Arlington Cemetary on Memorial Day, standing in the back of a cold theater watching the dress for Sweeney Todd, and taking my first ever ballroom dance classes.

My year there as a full-time resident was not quite as successful, no matter how much I wanted it to be. Yet, this past weekend made me realize that I've come a long way since then and now remember more of all of the outstanding, bright memories that I have. One reason, however, that I will always be grateful for my time in DC is because I had the chance to live with my older sister. For the first time, I think, we developed a true, grown-up sisterly relationship, for which I'm truly thrilled because what a ride it has been since. All of the inside jokes, cajoling, scarcasm, and celebrity gossip shared has made me appreciate my sis in a way that I might not have had we not shared a house. Not everyone is lucky enough to get the chance to make that discovery.

Especially when those sisters are truly fabulous. Because, well, we are - from the top of our heads to the tips of our fabulous shoes. We've each had some great milestones this past year between the two of us including being featured in print, TV, and online. Alone or together, we've acted onstage, taken NYC by storm and toured Europe. We've created the Snark Sisters and long may they live. My sis is getting ready to start an exciting new job, bringing the Hall sister fabulousness to a whole new audience.

And we're just getting started. Because we're the Hall Sisters, and that's how we roll.

40 Days

2009-04-12T18:30:00.010-05:00

Today marks three very important events: Easter, my 27th birthday, and the end of my 40 days of happiness/release of anger & bitterness. I have to say, there were a variety of successes and failures in the last 40 days as I worked to have a more positive outlook. And as I look back from the tail end of my venture I realize that, while this is no quantifiable goal, I feel like I have achieved a modicum of success. I'm pretty good at no longer obsessing about work once I'm not there, if I get shoved, pushed, or knocked over on the bus I roll with it, and I'm exponentially better at staying calm and at peace when everyone else seems to be freaking out.

So, overall, success...for now. I will definitely have to continue to work out it, but I have a very good start. Listed below is the quotes that I have collected in order to share them with you all one last time!

A man's as miserable as he thinks he is.--Seneca
Pleasure is spread through the earthIn stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.--William Wordsworth,
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear of dying without having laughed at all.--Jean de La Bruyere
There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction. --Salvador Dali
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.--Jacques Prévert
If you want to be happy, be.--Leo Tolstoy
Happiness is never stopping to think if you are.--Palmer Sondreal
Most people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy.--Robert Anthony
The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.--Mark Twain
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.--Edith Wharton
Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place. But there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.--E.L. Konigsburg
Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy.--Cynthia Nelms
Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.--Robertson Davies
Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad.--Norm Papernick
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.--Fyodor Dostoevsky
What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.--Colette
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.--James Openheim
Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open.--John Barrymore
Happiness depends upon ourselves.--Aristotle
Doing nothing is very hard to do ... you never know when you're finished. --Leslie Nielsen (Thanks, Dad!)
In any moment of decision the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.--Theodore Roosevelt (Thanks, Dad!)
Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer. --Samuel "Mark Twain" Clemens (Thanks, Dad!)
May you live all the days of your life."--Jonathan Swift (Thanks, Dad!)
If A is success in life, then A equals X plus Y plus Z. Work is X, Y is play and Z is keeping your mouth shut. --Albert Einstein (Thanks, Dad!)
Great works are performed, not by strength, but by perseverance."--Samuel Johnson (Thanks, Dad!)
The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.--Groucho Marx (Thanks, Dad!)
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.--George Burns (Thanks, Mom!)
The Constitution only guarantees the American people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.--Benjamin Franklin
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.--Guillaume Apollinaire
A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.--Francis Bacon
Your life and mine shall be valued not by what we take...but by what we give.--Edgar Allen, Founder of Easter Seals (Thanks, Mom!)
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?-- Winnie the Pooh
Happiness is only real when shared.--Christopher McCandless (Thanks, Holden!)
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.--Storm Jameson (Thanks, Holden!)
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't, you're right.--Henry Ford
Our life's a stage, a comedy: either learn to play and take it lightly, or bear its troubles patiently.--Palladas
We are disturbed not by events, but by the views which we take of them.--Epictetus (Thanks, Meredith!)
I think that being relaxed at all times, and I mean relaxed, not collapsed, can add to the happiness and duration of one's life. And relaxed people are fun to be around.--Cary Grant (Thanks, Meredith!)
finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day. you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.--emerson

Water & a Flame

2009-04-06T13:37:00.002-05:00

So my sis posted this on Facebook a few days ago, but this song is so incredibly beautiful, that I just had to share it myself! I love Adele - the more the world hears her, the better!!

Laziness...

2009-03-31T13:11:00.002-05:00

...seems to have taken hold so I'm going to add a new feature to my blog called FeaturingotherpeoplesblogpoststhatIlikeasawaytoavoidwritinganythingoriginal.

First up...some Mississippi Mud Pie...mmm, pie.

California Dreamin'

2009-03-20T09:42:00.010-05:00

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is grey

And the sky is grey

I've been for a walk

I've been for a walk

On a winters day

On a winters day

I'd be safe and warm
I'd be safe and warm

If I was in l.a.

California dreamin

On such a winters day

Alright, part deux of my trip - Friday was gorgeous as well, so HB and I road tripped over to Cabazon to see the dinosaurs that were featured in one of the best movies of all time - Pee-wee's Big Adventure. And yes, they were just as cheesy as I hoped they would be. See below for

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

We had a great time walking around inside the dinosaurs, checking out the gift store, and looking at all the other ridiculous dinosaur displays that, for some reason, also included a medieval soldier and a lion and a lamb together. Not quite sure that they were for, but okay.

After lunch and fun with a couple slot machines at the casino on the reservation next to the dinosaurs, we made our way to Pasadena Art Night. A brilliant concept that allowed free access to a wide variety of Pasadena organizations featuring visual and performing art from around the world. We made it to the Pasadena Alliance Francaise (bien sur!), the Public library where there were some great dancers, as well as the Norton Simon Museum which, luckily, featured a great exhibit of ancient Indian art.

Superfun night and a great way to support the arts.

Saturday was a chill day exploring Venice Beach. Definitely a crazy cast of characters with all kinds of art, street performers, color, and random stuff for sale. Wherever I travel, I love to buy pieces of original art - even if the artist is completely unknown. I'll post more on this later, but I have to say - thrilled with the art I bought there.

Later that night, we met up with HB's college roommate for a community production of The Secret Garden. Enjoyed it, but I must say that the musical deals much more with the afterlife and ghosts of the dead characters than the book ever did.

I arrived home on Sunday after a great breakfast at a farmer's market in LA and an easy flight back to Chicago. I was exhausted and burned, but really grateful to have had a mini-vacation with a good friend and great memories. More pics from the trip can be found here.

Oh, and one more goal down: 99) Watch the sunset from inside the "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" dinosaur. (Please note - didn't get to experience sunset because of time demands and I'm pretty sure they weren't even open at that time. But what I say - close enough)

So, that's 11 goals down, 89 to go and it hasn't even been a year!

LA Woman

2009-03-17T09:27:00.008-05:00

Yep, I'm totally using my recent trip to LA as an excuse to reference a Doors song...because that's the way I roll. But since the song is actually sort of a downer, I'll refrain from quoting lyrics:) I'll also take this moment to let my dedicated readers (as well as my non-dedicated readers) that there were lots of adventures on this trip, so we're looking at multiple blog posts here. But stick with me kids, cuz the ride will be great. So, onwards and upwards.

Given that I took a total of seven days off last year, I thought that I would try and remedy the situation in 2009 by actually taking a few vacations, however short they may be. This past weekend I headed out for four days to visit my friend HB in LA. This vacation was also driven by fulfilling two of my 100/10 goals. More about that later.

Thursday, I rolled out of Chicago leaving behind snow. I rolled into into LA where it was sunny and warm. Thank goodness! Even better - HB owns a convertible which was totes awesome and highly preferable over my usual transportation - the #6 bus. We drove down to Manhattan beach and hit up a cute little museum on a pier with great view of the ocean. After some great Mexican food, we traveled to the Queen Mary Hotel....which is haunted. Mwah ha ha...

So we come to goal number 26) Spend a night in a haunted hotel. Done!

The Queen Mary is a retired ocean liner that sailed the North Atlantic Ocean from 1936 to 1967. It served a variety of purposes including transporting POWs during WWII and acting as a hospital ship. It has a great traditional interior and many ghosts.

Now, while I super like the TV show Ghosthunters, I am not one to really believe in the paranormal. However, that said, I totall had an experience while on our ghost tour of the ship. The group had ventured down to the cargo hold and sat in chairs in a circle. We then turned out all the flashlights and attempted to conjure the spirits of the dead. While staring into the dark, I felt a sharp tug on the back of my chair. I figured someone was behind me, or HB had hit my chair. When we turned the lights on, I saw no one standing behind me and my friend hadn't moved the entire time...freaky!!!!

I definitely had a great time at the Queen Mary and had "met" a ghost to boot.

Next post - dinosaurs, casinos, and art night.

Making fun of Indiana should not be a pastime...

2009-03-05T11:14:00.007-06:00

But sadly, for moviemakers, I'm afraid it's too late.

Yesterday, I saw that the preview for Johnny Depp's new movie Public Enemies (about John Dillinger) had been released. Since this movie involves three of my favorite things: violence, history, and violence in history, I am very excited for its arrival in theaters. However, about 1:08 minutes into the preview, all I could think was "Come on!" When told that he was being expedited to Indiana for trial, Dillinger replies, "I have absolutely nothing I want to do in Indiana." I mean I get it, born to a loser of a father in Indianapolis and imprisoned for a time in Crown Point, it's probably not his favorite state, but that had to make the preview!? Of all things important to this movie, Dillinger's distate for Indiana made the list? Okay, fine, I'll live with it. Although, I think eventually he would hate Wisconsin far more than Indiana, but whatever, I won't judge.

Moving onto another movie, The Royal Tenenbaums. While no Rushmore, I still enjoyed the film. Except for one part when Margot Tenenbaum, played by Gwyneth Paltrow, explained that she is adopted and at one point she went to find her family which, she deadpans, "live in Indiana." Cue the the ignorant hicks. (about 10 seconds into the video)

One last example from Mean Girls. Around the 3 minute mark, Rachel McAdams' character makes a remark about a past boyfriend, Kyle, who was "totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana." (cue eyeroll) It's Indiana people, not the Bermuda Triangle.

And these are only three of many, many examples of how Indiana has become the movie equivalent of a cultural wasteland where the great unwashed reside and can be referenced conveniently when needed. I'm not sure if it's laziness or prejudice, but I'm sorry, please stop referencing the Hoosier State in such a manner.

So, in my Lenten goal of finding happiness and letting go of bitterness, I offer you the clip below. It is one of the best examples found in a movie of what makes Indiana great. And if you don't know what movie this is from, I'm not sure we can be friends anymore.

Sugar and a Blackberry don't mix

2009-03-03T11:18:00.008-06:00

Now, before you think that I had some sort of weird kitchen accident, I should clarify...by "Sugar" I mean my cat, and by "Blackberry" I mean my phone. Clear? Yes? Brilliant, let's move on.

This past year I upgraded to a Blackberry and boy has it been completely worth it. Why I have not yet (I hope) reached the "Crack"berry stage (thought I am well on my way there), I have used my phone for all things, both legit and nefarious...mwah ha ha. I used the GPS when I first moved to Chicago when I was lost in a neighborhood with no mass transit in sight. I used it while in Europe with the CSO to deal with donors and tickets. I use it to check my e-mail, phone messages, movie times, etc. In fact my Blackberry served an extremely important purpose just the other day when I was out with some peeps and we needed to be able to get directions to Huck Finn Donuts & Snack Shop...this was vital, my friends. (And to all you people who are currently reading this and thinking how you can do soooo much more with your Iphone - suck it, I don't care.)

But one key party is not a fan of the Blackberry...namely, my cat, Sugar. In fact, I'm pretty sure he has strong kitty hate for this particular electronic. Let's say I'm chillaxing on my couch on the phone and I hang up and put the phone down beside me - Sugar will lay right on top of it. Let's say in the morning, since I use my phone as my alarm, I pick it up to turn the alarm off, he immediately start rubbing against my face/arm/etc., so I can't even see the phone, let alone reach it.

But this morning was by far his most aggressive stance against the Blackberry. I had grabbed the phone to turn off the alarm and Sugar jumped up from the side of the bed and swatted at the Blackberry which knocked it on the floor. He then laid down on my chest, put his head on my shoulder and started purring.

I guess he knows that cuteness always wins over technology...

I'm very thankful for...

2009-03-01T16:53:00.010-06:00

Yesterday, my friend D and I made the voyage east to South Bend for a friend's wedding. And boy what an adventure...it was anything but what we expected!

D picked me up on the southside and we made our way to I-90 which runs straight to South Bend...sounds easy right? Well, we had just hit Gary, when the car started to quickly lose speed, and it turned out...we were out of gas!! According to the needle we should have been okay for a few more miles, but oops!! guess not. So what's a girl to do?

D calls her fiance (we were driving in his car) to ask him to come meet us with some gas. He says he'll hop in D's car and be there as soon as he can. Sounds good, right? Except for the fact that he then calls back letting us know that he can't get D's car started and won't be able to get to us to help!! We then just both sort of look at each other like, "Well, what are we supposed to do now?" We weren't close to any exits or anything.

We decided to try and at least get the car completely on the shoulder of the highway as people seem to drive like maniacs on I-90. D popped in into neutral and I got out and pushed and we moved the car into a safer position. I have to say though, crappy situation aside, I was totes proud of myself for pushing a BMW SUV all on my lonesome - especially in a dress!

However, that move turned out to be helpful in more than one way. Just as I was getting back into the car, another car pulls in front of us and a young guy steps out of the car and asks us what's wrong. When we tell him that we're out of gas, and he offers to go get us some and come back!! Practically giddy that this guy is helping us we chill in the car waiting for him to return.

And he does...parking on the other side of the highway and jumping the barrier with a gas can and filling up the tank so we can get to the next gas station. Ridiculously grateful, we ask him much we owe, and he won't let us pay. I give him my card, asking that he at least send us his address so we can send him a card (and a check)...we'll see if I ever hear back! We then proceed onto the wedding and all is well.

But the real moral of this story is that there are still good people out there. Brilliantly generous and genuinely caring people out there. People willing to go out of there way to help, are out there. I am still incredibly grateful to our stranger who could not have been kinder.

Ashes to Ashes

2009-02-25T22:09:00.005-06:00

Today marks Ash Wednesday, the first day in the Lenten season and always a very important mark of time to me during the year. Easter time is one of my favorite - especially this year as my 27th birthday is on Easter Sunday!

But before we get to that, we have 40 days of Lent. Each year since high school, I have tried to give something up as a way to understand the sacrifice that has been made by various groups of faith-filled people throughout the years. Unfortunately, this year I woke up this morning still with no idea of what I would give up! I solicited my sister for advice, but between the two of us - nothing. And it's important to me to make a decision that would mean something, otherwise, what's the point?

Thankfully, I found inspiration in my noontime church service. The pastor, a very "tell it like it is" Brit defined Lent through three things - generosity, prayer, and discipline. Generosity both to the church and others, prayer to God, and discipline in our daily lives. I had never heard of it broken down in such a way, but I really appreciated his way of thinking. He also told us we need to "gird our loins," which I have to say, I also appreciated

He then stated that "mean-mindedness is the death of the human soul." An extremely strong statement, but one that truly resonated with me. Just this past Sunday, I had been at an Oscar party and someone there remarked to me that I seemed to be a very negative person for only being twenty-six. Between these two comments, I felt like I should take the hint and reassess my, what has become, inherent negativity.

Don't get me wrong, I think everyone should have a healthy dose of sarcasm and cynicism in their lives. It makes things interesting. But in the past couple years, due to various circumstances and situations, I have come to border on bitter rather cynical, angry rather than sarcastic. I have literally made myself sick from stress and worry.

So that's what I'm giving up for Lent - anger and bitterness. While this is not quantitative goal with which I can measure or demonstrate my success, I am hoping it will lead to a lifestyle change where I no longer think evil thoughts about the woman who walked right in front of me on the sidewalk or obsess about how I think I was slighted in some way.

To that end, I think this is a process that should be shared - in small measures instead of leaps and bounds. So as my daily reminder to keep this Lenten process in mind, each day I will post - in the right column - a great quote, Bible verse, song lyric, etc. To use others' more positive experiences to help me in my quest to be a calmer, happier person.

Please feel free to share with me some of your favorites throughout the coming 40 days so I can in turn share with others!

P.S. The first quote posted is one of my absolute favorites!

Meet Me at the Auto Show

2009-02-23T19:31:00.004-06:00

I could talk about how my parents drove up in crappy weather to meet me in Chicago so we could go to the Auto Show.

I could talk about how we got to McCormick Center in a cab sporting copious amounts of Valentine's Day decorations.

I could talk about how there were a ton of people at the Show and McCormick if frickin' huge.

I could talk about how my Dad continues to only fit in about 14% of the cars he tries to get into.

Or, I could let the Auto Show speak for itself.

Hence, the Chevy Stingray...hotness on wheels and a reason to live.

In which I discover that I lack creativity

2009-02-15T20:48:00.003-06:00

I'm in the middle of full-fledged writer's block. I haven't posted much lately as I feel like I have nothing to say and no creative way in which to share. My chubby cat isn't helping much either as every time I turn to him for inspiration, he's passed out belly up on his favorite green chair. Perhaps I'm channeling my energies elsewhere since I have a series of fantastic French classes where I actually feel like I'm at the level of fluency I should be. Thankfully I have some very exciting events coming up in my life which will hopefully spur the creative juices and I can once again impress the world with my wit and candor. But until then, below is a list of things that, like my creativity, I wish currently had in my possession:

1) The ability to create beautiful music
2) Cameo jewelry
3) Adaptability to any climate (especially the cold!)
4) Fun summer dresses
5) A new episode

So Sleepy....zzzzz

2009-02-12T10:10:00.002-06:00

I love dachshunds...and they love me. So for this gorgeous Thursday, I share with you this video of one of the cutest dachshunds I've seen lately...and he's narcoleptic. Aww...poor baby.

A Variation of Success

2009-01-25T22:22:00.004-06:00

This my friends, is not my first blog. I started my first in 2006, failed again in spring of 2007, and didn't find the wherewithal to stick with writing posts until my third, and current, blog. That's not to say I didn't enjoy the process. I just found myself quite often faced with change and challenge, and my blog did not land high on my "Important Things to Do" list.

However, I have grown quite fond of my current "Katy the Train" blog, and am glad that I have continued to post fairly regularly. So much, in fact, that I have been branching out and now also write two additional blogs...I know, crazy, right?

The first new blog is a team effort with my big sis. While we've, sadly, fallen behind a little lately, these posts are dedicated to what Em and I do best - make fun of things. We're quite good at it and decided to bestow upon the world our opinion of all things ridiculous. Oh yes, we're just getting started with The Snark Sisters.

My second effort is brand spankin' new as of last night. I've decided to channel my love of all things literary into a new blog of book reviews. I've moved my review of Eat Pray Love there as my first entry as this was the blog post that reminded me how much I like to dissect and talk about books. Hence, Tea and a Book, named after a C.S. Lewis quote that I love (you'll have to check out the blog to see the quote!!). I can't guarantee wild success as this is a larger time commitment than the other blogs, but I'm excited to work on the entries and see where it goes!! Books suggestions are very welcome - especially fiction, as I don't seem to read very much of that.

Well, my friends, that's all for now.

Tiny Baby Lemur

2009-01-21T21:34:00.004-06:00

So I read the Daily Mail like some people read the Bible. I have to check it a couple of times a day because it's so brutal! This is no holds bar celebrity and political gossip...and I love it. I'm pretty sure there is nothing that this paper won't write about. When I lived in London, it was a staple on my grocery shopping list. And sometimes, its articles just about make my day.

Like today's story of a newborn-ed lemur named Tahina in eastern France.

She is being raised in captivity without a mama. And while the vets can feed her, she's needs to cuddle with something just as she would her mother if she was in the wild. How cute is she with her teddy bear??

The universal truth found in this article, I believe, is that teddy bears are a necessity when you're little, lemur or not, for security and love. If something is chubby and furry, how can one resist? My teddy bear was named Chubby Cheeks Townhall (don't ask, I have no idea how I came up with that name), and he was the best!

And no mocking, I'm sure every one of you owned a teddy bear with an ridiculous name as well.

Monday, Monday

2009-01-19T21:36:00.002-06:00

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is FINEEEEE, YEAHHHHH
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time

Unlike last weekend, when I spent my time and energy cursing the gods of coughing and sinus problems, this past week has been both busy and highly entertaining. A week ago, I attended Madame Butterfly with my friend as part of our Lyric subscription. And I have to say, I have the same relationship with this opera that I have with Othello (both the opera and the play), and that is a love/hate relationship. I love the music and the drama and the tragedy, but I find myself saying to Pinkerton (Madame Butterfly's love interest), "You idiot!! You jerk!! You a**hole!!!!" (Sorry, mom, but I do.) At the end of Act I, he sings this beautiful duet with MB, and the whole time he knows he's going to leave her. And you know this whole thing isn't going to end well. It's like a car wreck that you just can't look away from. That said...still some of my favorite music.

Fast forward two French classes and four work days, and I'm out with some friends going to see one of my favorite things in Chicago - IO's Improv Shakespeare. Picture six dudes, one audience suggested title, and then a long-form improv show in Shakespearean style. I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard.

Saturday was House of Blues to see Superdiamond - a Neil Diamond tribute band. One of the best concerts I've ever seen...the singer moved and sounded just like the real Neil Diamond...it was so freaky at first!! But the band was incredible and some of the traditional songs got some added funkiness - making for a rocking concert that I can't not WAIT to see again.

By last night, I had completely fallen from the high art that is the Lyric Opera of Chicago to see My Bloody Valentine 3D. It probably won't add anything major to the genre of horror films, but the use of 3D was pretty sweet and it's always fun to be part of an audience that reacts to the film. Plus, I saw a preview for this movie which looks really inventive and interesting. Plus, my Hyde Park peeps introduced me to this show afterwards, which is freaking hilarious - particularly the David Bowie episode.

Altogether a rather brilliant weekend...

And today, well, back to reality with cleaning, laundry, and the like...no cryin' however, despite what the Mamas and the Papas say.

Eat. Pray. Love. Gag.

2009-01-11T20:46:00.005-06:00

So, after years of being told "You HAVE to read this book," I finally gave in and read Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I was hesitant, as when I worked at Barnes & Noble in DC, most women would inevitably buy this in tandem with "The Secret." While immensely popular, they both just sort of screamed chick flick in-a-book, and those who know me know how I feel about chick flicks...other than Pride & Prejudice...that's a different case entirely. I'm more of a "If it bleeds, we can kill it," kind of girl as opposed to "You had me at hello."

So, with caution, I started to read Eat Pray Love. Now, a caveat to this post is that I have never been in love with someone so much that I would do anything for them. I've had strong feelings for others, but never "in love." I've also never been through a divorce, painful or not. So, unlike most women my age, who have had at least one serious, committed relationship by the age of 26, I was coming at this from a very different perspective. I was reading this as a spectator to those sort of emotions, but very much interested in the travel that she accomplished during her year in Italy, India, and Indonesia.

And to that end, I was not disappointed. Her sassy descriptions of the people and places she visit are unendingly entertaining and her prose style is very visual and precise. One can feel like you're sitting at the table with her as she struggles to learn Italian, or grasp the meaning of some of the mantras at the Ashram, and etc., etc. You find yourself in the bathroom with her in the middle of the night as she sobs over what she may have lost by divorcing her husband and during the ensuing depression.

However, I found myself, overall, never really emotionally connected to the book itself. There was no suspense, no wondering how the story would end - it was obvious from the start that her fairy tale ending would come true. I would find myself on the brink of feeling her pain until it turned into the equivalent of a sitcom ending - the bad stuff is shoved aside my some heartfelt moment. She consistently got her way and had everything she touched turn to success. The sacchariness of it all made it hard for me to follow her on a journey when it was laughs from the outset.

Yes, there was mention of doubt, depression, suicidal tendencies, guilt, and all of those other negative emotions that were quickly eclipsed by the next method of reaching God, or finding the best pizza in Italy. The quicksilver change of emotions did not lend itself rather to a journey, but more a spastic attempt at finding meaning through whatever path she possibly could.

I don't mean to sound over-harsh, but I had to read the book in segments, as I would become frustrated and overwhelmed by the sheer preachiness of the book at times. While I applaud the author for her frank, brutal assessment of her life, I never felt for her. Her pain was a vehicle for her writing, but even when she achieved her goals, it didn't feel like an accomplishment, because all along, I felt like she was already there.

My TV and I have broken up

2009-01-09T17:09:00.002-06:00

Whoever said sleep is supposed to heal, I say they're full of crap and I'm quietly judging them right now.

You see, yesterday, I stayed home from work and cursed anything and everyone from my futon while I wallowed in kleenex, Advil, and cranberry juice. That said, lacking the cure for the common cold, I COUNTED on my TV coming through for me. And, like the CTA on a weekend, it let me down. I turned it on in the morning in anticipation of a day of bad (but oh so good) daytime television, and you know what I got...heartache and disappointment. In other words - black and white snow. I attempted to mess with the wires on the cable box and TV, but fatigued and sweaty thanks to my overtaxed white blood cells, I gave up after 15 minutes and switched to DVDs. I watched a couple of my favorite action films, but then switched to my other film love - French films. I finished out with The Triplets of Belleville, which is brilliant by the way, and went to bed to attempt to recover from both my cold and my disappointment in my cable.

My this morning, it only got worse...I went to watch The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, and got...sound, but no picture. What?!?! How am I supposed to heal without my Mathieu Amalric fix? I messed with some wires again, to no avail, and then did the only thing I could think of...called my parents to whine.

Long story short, my dad passed on some sage advice, and this evening after switching my cable boxes around, I discovered that the fault lies not with my cable or my DVD player, but with my TV. Sad face...

Now granted, the TV is oh, about 5 or so years old, and has been moved from Indianapolis to DC to Chicago and has now been owned by both Hall sisters, but I have expectations!! My 15 year old tiny 13 inch TV is still in fine form, and I have taken that thing everywhere and played it constantly...that is love and devotion, and for that I applaud Sharp. In fact, I give that company mad props. But my other TV, nothing - it's a sad monument to failed electronics everywhere.

So what's a girl to do? Well, actually, I called my parents again to whine. And now I'm looking for a new TV. If anyone knows where I can get a 1080p, 72-inch, LCD for $400 - let me know...because that would be a happy magical place where I would like to shop.

Top 5 Reasons I need a PA

2009-01-09T12:38:00.004-06:00

So, yeah, I probably don't really need a personal assistant - but in the magical world inside my head, it sounds like a brilliant idea. Thus, the Top 5 Reasons I need a PA:

1) When I'm laid low with the worst cold this side of the Mississippi (as I currently am), I can make a list of my most-wanted items and send my PA out in to the 5 inches of snow for me

2) When I feel the need to run to Target, at the snap of my fingers, my PA can rent me a car and chauffeur me there

3) I can finally escape the embarassment of my hideous handwriting and have someone take notes for me, so when I can share info with my coworkers without having to type it first

4) Two words...litter box

5) When things happen like, oh, I don't know, the plate on my electrical pipe on my ceiling falls off and I end up with plaster all over my living room floor, there's someone there to help as my vacuum cleaner merely spreads the mess around.

And yes, in case you're wondering, most "Top" lists have ten reasons, but as I've already used 8 kleenex's during this post, and still can't breathe, I think 5 is my magic number.

Now if I only had a PA to write the rest of it...

Ugh, I'm an idiot

2009-01-03T21:48:00.003-06:00

I fulfilled one of my 100/10 goals like 2 months ago and never even wrote about it!!

57) Get certified in CPR.

Done - many thanks to the great Front of House staff at the CSO that provided the classes.

9 down, 91 to go, 9.5 years to go...totes

Let's spread some Goodwill, shall we?

2009-01-01T19:06:00.008-06:00

I'd like to take some time as we begin 2009 to remind everyone that while the new year is bright and shiny, everything that you buy doesn't have to be.

Last night I was chatting with a friend, and he mentioned that he had to peace out in order to get his NYE clothes at Goodwill. I thought that was absolutely brilliant. As my sis, the Goodwill Fashionista, would say - Goodwill has something for everyone. But this entry is not just a promotion of Goodwill, but rather one of the ideals that comes to mind when I think of them - the reuse of goods, instead of the waste of them.

Another friend was over for dinner last night and asked me what my decorating style was (first time she had seen the apartment), and I replied "Used." While I'm not sure that Home & Garden would qualify that as a style technically-speaking, in my case it's very true. My furniture comes from a variety of places: cheap antique shops, garage sales, family members, and in one case, off the side of the road. My pictures in my bedroom are all from Goodwill or garage sales. My flatware is from a CSO catering sale, and the rest of my kitchen stuff is mostly hard-bargained-for antiques. And somehow it all works - I love the way all of the eclectic items fit together. And honestly, nothing says a fantastic Saturday afternoon like a couple of hours at a good used bookstore.

And while I may be up on my soapbox right now, I have to admit - used is the way to go. Everytime I put on my bright orange velvet blazer from Goodill, I think, "Man, you can't find this kind of stuff anywhere else." Especially in a time of recession mixed in with environmental concerns, shopping used is a great way to "Reuse, Reduce, Recycle." Admittedly, buying organic and/or natural can be difficult when one is on a budget, but next time you think of purchasing, make the treck to your local thrift shop and see what magic can happen. I started doing this back in high school and bought both my homecoming dresses for only $10 each.

As the infamous Coco Chanel once said, "Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening." So consider the way we live next time you shop.

New Year's Resolution...hmmm

2008-12-31T12:47:00.006-06:00

I really, truly, wholeheartedly suck at New Year's resolutions. Usually by April, I can barely remember what it is, anyway. Last year's attempt at my monthly goals ended at May - although, justifiably, the months I did complete were rather succesful. I guess what I'm trying to say is I seem to have turned into a non goal-oriented person, except for two key situations: 1) competition - if I'm in it to win, then I will do everything I can, or 2) someone tells me I can't - that's a guaranteed way to get me to do something. Then again, I'm always thinking about the next best thing, or what I can do next, or where I'm going. So, not sure where that leaves me exactly, but obviously I haven't learned my lesson, as I am once again going to make a New Year's resolution.

But first I should say that 2008 has been both an eventful year for me, as well as an uneventful year.

Confused yet? So am I.

This past year, I lived in one city for the whole calendar year - that hasn't happened since I was in high school. I stayed at the same job for a whole calendar year for the first time ever. I took French classes all year, made new friends and kept the old. I've really enjoyed Chicago and witnessed some great events like Obama's election partay. However, my wanderlust is starting to appear slowly, yet persistently. So, what's a girl to do?

That's where my resolution comes in. In 2009, I commit to being more adventurous, more spontaneous, more willing to try new and unusual things.

I was recently inspired by these guys. Now, I'll be honest, by no means will I be attempting to do the same thing...ha! That would be incredible, but maybe something a little less ambitious, yes?

To that end, I'm leaving the resolution extremely general on purpose. Hopefully being adventurous will mean creating new experiences and just pushing myself out of my comfort zone in general. I really have no idea. What I do know is that I'm ready to live fully in the moment and push my limits. While I have set my 100/10 goals, and I love working on them, I also don't want to be defined by just those, but instead hopefully they will evolve with me.

I have no idea what 2009 will bring - and I really can't wait.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Gnome

2008-12-30T14:24:00.003-06:00

So, on our NYC Christmas adventure, the Hall fam decided that it would be more fun if we took along a "Hall Gnome" in which to include in our pictures and generally take all over the city. And I have to say, it was quite fun. Although, my sis might disagree - she had to carry him all of the time. I'm pretty sure after she returned home the words, "the Gnome is dead to me," may have come out of her mouth. Anyway, you can relive the moments below:

New York, New York

2008-12-28T22:43:00.021-06:00

One: Like all Notre Dame graduates, I have the ability to make a tradition built out of nothing. We love tradition and tradition loves us.

Two: Yet, it seems I was also born with a wandering, vagabond self that dislike repetition, commitment, and sameness.

This year for the holidays, it appears that my second self won. Instead of heading home to Indy to celebrate Christmas as I had the first 25 years of my life, I packed my bag to the City that Never Sleeps. My parents and I took the train east to meet my sis who took the bus north where we all met up in a cute boutique-y just opened Hampton Inn in Soho to celebrate the holidays. And I have to say, it was quite a rockin' time for all. Despite the fact that the train ride took 9 hours longer than it should have and our first day there was wicked cold, I have to say this has been my favorite Christmas so far.

Day one of three was spent on multiple bus tours - we were total champs. We covered downtown to uptown and saw all of the Christmas lights to boot. We took a jaunt out to the Statue of Liberty, shopped at the UN Building, took in the lights of Time Square, judged the various windows of the major department stores, and saw all the major museums in 30 minutes or less. We froze our butts off, bonded with our tour guides, bought hand warmers from a street vendor, and stayed out late.

Day two of three we spent the morning shopping in Soho (where I got the cutest Betsey Johnson jewelry and my sister nabbed a fabulous Marc Jacobs bag), and then headed out take in all the Met Museum of Art has to offer, from beautiful Greek statues to historical musical instruments. We almost made it through a really fun Christmas Eve service until I unfortunately began to suffer from some sort of 24 stomach flu:(

Day three of three was Christmas and we woke up to gifts in the hotel room (sometimes parents are so clever) and my fam enjoyed breakfast while I drank hot tea and continued to try and recover. New York being New York, the city was saturated with activity and people both shopping and just out for the day. We began at Grand Central Station - a mecca for all train buffs such as my Dad - where we enjoyed a light show that was projected across the inside of the station. We then browsed the temporary shops set up in Bryant Park, and then enjoyed a gorgeous carriage ride through Central Park. We dared enter FAO Schwarz which was overrun, and then enjoyed the beauty of the Plaza Hotel. The evening was spent taking in vintage Jim Carrey through his new move Yes Man, followed by Christmas dinner at a true Irish Pub in the East Village.

Could it get any better? Yes it could - thanks to this fun-filled trip, I've also fulfilled two more of my 100/10 goals:

50) Go on a family vacation

89) Visit the UN building

Done and done.

Next post: the introduction of the Hall gnome

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

2008-12-20T19:39:00.002-06:00

So maybe Christmas isn't the most wonderful time of the year -but it's got to be close. And call me old-fashioned, but one of my favorite Christmas traditions is sending Christmas cards. Actual cards that require envelopes and stamps. I love it! I started my freshman year in college and have sent them ever since. Some years' cards have been better than others, but it's the thought that counts, right? What I look forward to every year is sending and receivings cards to and from old friends, new friends, and family - across the U.S. Great days include ones where I hear from someone that I haven't talked to in quite a while - but I always know that I will hear from at Christmas.

Sometimes when I'm halfway through the 60 some odd cards I send, I'm cursing the process. But, Christmas is a time to spread joy and reconnect, and this is my favorite way to do so. I can't imagine a holiday season without fun cards and Christmas stamps.

Perhaps starting a new tradition this year, the Hall family is headed to NYC to celebrate, so I won't be blogging next week, but Happy Holidays to everyone and be safe wherever you are!

My being famous...sort of

2008-12-15T09:14:00.007-06:00

So last night, in an effort to further procrastinate on my Christmas cards (although all of them are now in the mail!), I was messing around and discovered that I'm on YouTube - albeit an extremely short amount of time. But, nevertheless, it brought back good memories.

I'm in the second row of trombones after the Irish Guard - right in front of the camera - totes.

Rewind (my life in bulletpoints)

2008-12-08T20:28:00.008-06:00

Since Thanksgiving I've...

had three close friends become engaged in one weekend (add those to the two that were engaged in the few weeks before - yes, that totals 5!)
made one trip to the Chicago Emergency Veterinary Services (but Sugar's all better now)
seen one performance of The Nutcracker with me Dad (keeping the tradition alive)
read 8 great books (which means I haven't been getting much sleep)
burned through 23 tealight candles (mmm...apple cinnamon for the holidays)
decorated one apartment for Christmas (my tree changes colors)
signed over 60 Christmas cards (not all have been mailed)
written one essay in French (know how to say "gold fever" en francais? I do.)
seen the the temperature dip to 9 degrees more than 3 times
spent one hour sitting on the Megabus on the Indiana Toll Road (after waiting for it for an hour when it was late)
downloaded two albums on iTunes (and rediscovered my love of Enya)
thought about blogging every day (but just now got around to it)

Bisoux

This ain't your mama's Thanksgiving

2008-12-02T23:09:00.009-06:00

Ringing in the season of Thanksgiving means one thing to me...turkey pizza.

Ah yes, the Hall family tradition remains alive and well. In my mother's neverending quest to avoid the kitchen entirely, she remains a spectator with the rest of us as my father creates the glory that is the turkey pizza. And there's no turkey on this pizza kids, it's all in the shape...oh, yeah...totes. See below for the gloriousness:

But, nay, a girl cannot survive Thanksgiving on turkey pizza alone. There must be the shooting of the BB gun and the riding of the tractor.

Like every 17 year old girl, for my birthday, I wanted a Daisy BB gun, and my parents humored me. It still serves me well 9 years later as I wipe the floor with my competition using nothing but a steady hand, six tin cans, one wood sawhorse, and an uncanny sense of the direction that the wind blows. See below for the gloriousness:

Yet, while my mother may not be a deft hand at whipping up the traditional Thanksgiving spread, she is a expert behind the wheel of a tractor, even one that only is sort of still alive and running...nothing like jumping a tractor with a battery, eh? Brought back the good ol' days of jumping my truck...tear. She, being the benevolent maternal figure that she is, chose to pass those mad skills onto me. See below for the gloriousness:

To all of you whose Thanksgiving does not include any sort of pizza-making/gun-shooting/tractor-driving goodness...I pity you, and give thanks for my own good memories.

P.S. - One more down...51) Drive a tractor

A Brand New Love

2008-11-22T11:56:00.004-06:00

I'm just now coming up for air after an insane, emotional roller coaster ride of a week. However, past blogs would demonstrate that I'm not really up on sharing the personal stuff. I'm pretty sure my most emotional blog to date has been a love letter to my old truck. And, as I'm only 1.2 work days until some much needed vacation time, I'll stick to one of my new loves in life.

Now before I share what it is, I have to mention that my inner snob has somehow surfaced and is demanding high end brand names. Nothing I can do about it - except go with it and hope for the best! Because, alas, my new love is Burberry. I know, at times I consider it totes ridiculous, I can't help it! I could blame the children, but I really blame my gorgeous new winter boots. I actually bought them at the Burberry store on Michigan Ave. in Chicago - no Ebay, no discount website - legit brand name purchase. Granted, I'll probably wear them with my Target coat and Goodwill sweater, but the too late - the monster inside me that loves Burberry is like the mythological Cracken - released and hungry.

Downside to this newfound love of the British high-end label? Ah, yes, that would be the fact that I do not work at a profession that results in copious amounts of money allowing me to indulge my need at a whim. And by whim, I mean, maybe once a year I will be able to get something - if I save up.

I can handle it though, I'm a strong girl. Just now a strong girl that covets all things Burberry.

My apathy wins

2008-11-17T19:09:00.003-06:00

So in yesterday's blog post I highlighted my apathy towards, well, everything...at least for the day.

And apparently, voters for new entries into the Collins English Dictionary agreed with me. Lexicographers everywhere enthusiastically voted to enter the word "meh" into the dictionary. Odd that they were excited about "meh," is it not?

HarperCollins made the announcement that the word will be included in the dictionary's 30th anniversary edition.

Fun fact for the day: Allegedly the word came into popular usage after a 2001 "The Simpsons" episode where are Bart and Lisa are watching TV and Homer comes in to suggest a day trip, to which they both reply "meh."

So big congrats to "meh" for beating out inferior contenders such as "jargonaut," "frenemy," and "huggles."

I could write more about this event, but...meh...

Blarghety Blargh Blargh

2008-11-16T19:02:00.004-06:00

I know, I should have already blogged by now...I had been doing so well.

I could totes blog about the heinous pre-Broadway production of Dirty Dancing I saw last Wednesday. The weird Australian accent, the cheesy set, the lack of outstanding talent, and the empty void where Jerry Orbach should have been.

I could totes blog about how the current state of the economy is freaking this corporate fundraiser out, and how I'm practically reading the NYTimes Business section in my sleep.

I could totes blog about the fact that I've already seen Quantum of Solace twice. Including dressing up in formal wear for a martini party with friends and working it in 4 1/2 patent leather red heels at the theater.

I could totes blog about that fact that this past week, I never made it home before 10:30pm at night which resulted in an extremely cute, extremely needy Sugar. We're snuggling as I type.

I could totes blog about how I've taken 4 vacation days this entire year - not a good idea.

However, I totes won't - because today is apathetic Sunday. I've cleaned, grocery-shopped, organized, e-mailed, and downloaded pictures - all through a haze of blahness. Really, though, I kind of need these days every once in a while. I consider it saving my energy for the crazy week ahead.

Totes.

Baby, It's Cold Outside

2008-11-09T10:05:00.002-06:00

Ah, yes, winter in Chicago, I believe, has officially started after a couple false starts. This means lots of things to this Chicago transplant: an overactive steam heater, wild crowds at the movie theater (inside activities only from November to March), lots of warm scarfs, fabulous winter boots, and a wicked cold. Malheursement, the cold came early this year.

I have years of memories from my long ago school days in Indy of copious amounts of tissues and coughing my way through standardized testing. Fortunately, I also had a mother who would remember to give me medicine, make hot tea, and always had tissues on hand.

When I went off to college and then grad school, my treatment of said colds went downhill. Instead of a mother's care, I only had myself...not a promising situation. I remember my freshman year when I had the flu during my winter finals. I also remember using toilet paper as a substitute for tissues, using dayquil as a substitute for antibiotics, and fighting fatigue - not with sleep - but with concentrated Mountain Dew and ginseng and pizza and running around the classroom building in my socks to stay awake. Oh, and I'm pretty sure I listened to DMX as a soundtrack for my studies. Not my finest moment.

Now, as a working "adult," things are slightly better. I usually have tissues, I remember to take the cold medicine on time and even pop Vitamin C every once in a while. The downside? I can no longer make myself feel just good enough for a two-hour class, but rather an eight-hour work day. I can't run across the quad and use my student points for supplies, but have to hoove it down to my friendly area Walgreen. I also have a 17 pound cat (he lost a pound!!!) that prefers to sleep on my chest at the exact moment that I can no longer breathe through my nose.

By I like to look on the brightside of having a cold: constant sneezing gets me my own seat on my morning commute, not breathing well=shorter workouts, chai tea makes everything better, and I now have the strength to resist the siren song of Mountain Dew...well, most of the time.

O is for Oh yeah, Obama!

2008-11-06T20:22:00.010-06:00

On Tuesday, November 4, 2008 I was lucky enough to get a ticket to the celebration in Grant Park. My friend Rachel went with me, and let me just say it was the best time!!! First of all, please, to be part of huge party celebrating the election and successes of the first black president? It's hard to complain when witnessing a watershed moment in American history.

The lack of food, huge crowd, and cramped legs from standing for 7 hours were completely worth it. But the pictures from that night will tell a much better story than I could in words, so here we go!!

Waiting in line to get through the metal detectors.

The press tent - all of Columbus Ave. was covered in trucks and many had also been parked at Soldier Field for overflow!

One of the jumbo screens that broadcast CNN throughout the night - this pic features the Grant Park crowd!

My friend Rachel and I.

The crowd (just the front half) and more press tents. On the left you can see the flags of the stage where Obama came out after being declared the president-elect.

The moment Obama was declared our next President. The CNN screen flashed "Breaking News" and the whole crowd breathed in then starting yelling hysterically - tons of pictures and hugging of random strangers.

The celebration on the jumbo screen.

The crowd when Obama came out on the stage.

Obama during his acceptance speech (I have pictures of him on stage, but he's so tiny that I didn't include:))

Biden out on stage with Obama - the crowd went wild for him as well.

Sweet moment.

The amount of people still in Grant Park after many people had already left!!!!

Miraculous Manon

2008-11-03T20:48:00.006-06:00

Whoops!! A little late on my opera blog post...my sincerest apologies dear readers. One week ago, I once again graced the Lyric Opera with my presence in order to witness the brilliancy that was Jules Massenet's Manon. The Chicago Tribune had the following to say about this production:

"She came, she saw, she conquered...the ovation Dessay received was one of the longest and loudest in recent Lyric history."

Yes, Tribune, I concur.

Manon was amazing...I had heard others raving about it before I went, and that always makes me suspect. But alas, true to their word, I was entranced from the moment the curtain went up. Natalie Dessay was truly spectacular, and even a last minute tenor swap didn't alter the soring beauty of the opera. The set was multi-faceted and with the movement of just a few props, the mood was completely altered.

While this probably won't end up in my Top 5, I definitely enjoyed it and will continue to. Favorite part? Understanding the French that was being sung WITHOUT the surtitles...oh, yeeeahhh...

I Dream of Paris in Black and White

2008-11-02T20:43:00.005-06:00

I've been told that a person can tell they are truly learning a foreign language when the begin to dream in that language.

That last several days, I've been dreaming in French...in black & white.

I start my French classes at the Alliance Francaise again in a week. I will be in a Level 14 class - my 11th at the Alliance. The classes have become a huge part of my life. I count my classmates as dear friends, and wonder what I would do without being able to see them twice a week.

Granted, sometimes I wonder what I'm doing - the classes are very expensive and can be time consuming and in this economy I should probably be saving my money.

But I can't bring myself to say au revoir. I have an ongoing passionate love affair with French language and culture, and hold the hope that one day I will live in the City of Lights.

And whenever I'm frustrated trying to master the subjonctif, or can't remember the words that I want to say, I remember how beautiful the language is, even though I may be messing it up.

So when I started dreaming in French, I was thrilled - still am. In my dreams I can speak it perfectly and understand all, and I'm always in Paris. I'm not sure why in black & white - maybe too many French art films and still photography.

Regardless, in a week, I will pack up my workbooks and dictionary, welcome back my witty and intelligent classmates, follow the guidance of my brilliant instructor, and wonder when my real life will catch up to my dreams.

And why is this fun again?

2008-10-29T18:37:00.003-05:00

This Sunday, my friend Jon "helped" me fulfill another of my 100/10 goals:

61. Ride on a roller coaster

Yep, I did it. Pigs have flown and hell has frozen over. Actually, I got on THREE roller coasters, count 'em THREE. But my reaction was progressively less positive. We started out on a fairly simple one and my eyes were open about 80% of the time. The next one, oh, about 50%. The last one 0%. The 80 foot drop at the beginning scared the crap out of me and for the rest of the ride I tried to find me happy place, to no avail.

Thus, while I have in fact fulfilled this goal, I plan on never getting on one again. I am convinced that the most frightening part of Six Flag's Frightfest, is that the fact that people actually find this alleged roller coaster-ing fun.

I stopped hating Jon Tuesday evening, and now appreciate his patience and fortitude in helping me fulfill this goal, although I still blame him for coaster #2 and #3.

Done and done.

I heart Halloween

2008-10-22T19:11:00.010-05:00

I mean, who doesn't? Granted, I'm not a dress up in a skanky costume and go partying sort of Halloween girl. I'm more of a "Hey, the History Channel is running a bunch of history of witchcraft specials and I can wear my skull gloves around," sort of Halloween person. I love scary movies even though they scare me to death and the brisk fall weather only adds to the ambience of the holiday. And Halloween deserves to be celebrated - numerous church leaders over hundreds of years have tried to suppress it and still it goes on!!

But the month of October in and of itself is also a wonderful time. I can finally break out the hot spiced cider, hooded sweatshirts, knitted hats, and enjoy the fall leaves. In my youth, the annual trip to the orchard was always hotly anticipated, but sadly most workplaces don't sponsor those kind of trips.

Yet there is another, equally entertaining, October tradition - the Covered Bridge Festival in Parke County, Indiana - home to the world famous grandparents/aunt/great aunt/cousins of yours truly. And it is good. No one can resist the siren song of hot, sugary crullers. This past weekend I hopped the Megabus to Indy and joined the parental units as we journeyed west for crafts, fall foliage, farm country, and great food. What could be better?

But seriously, nothing is better than fried dough covered in sugar...nothing...

Tuesday Morning Cuteness

2008-10-21T12:26:00.001-05:00

Real post coming soon, promise....

Try not to cry when you know...

2008-10-09T09:54:00.002-05:00

I had read reviews of the book and was intrigued...

I entered the bookstore never intending to buy it...

I read the dedication page standing in the biography aisle...

I purchased it immediately and left the store...

I eyed it during work, wishing I was reading it instead...

I went home, talked on the phone, made some dinner, and cleaned...

I settled down late to read a few chapters...

I read about the struggle of growing up in Cambodia...

The violence, the terror, and willfullness of the Khmer Rouge...

The struggle of a young girl and the obedience her culture demanded...

I read her story of abuse and forced prostitution...

Of the pain, the filth, and the terror...

I listened to her speak of escape, shame, and the difficulty of recovery...

I followed her as she rose above it, and began to help others...

I felt her disgust at the increased violence that girls as young as five face every day...

Of the blind eye turned by the government and the corruption at every corner...

I read of her journey to overcome and the generosity of others...

Two hours later I had finished the book...eight hours later, I can't get it out of my mind.

Bizet's Beefcake...

2008-10-07T09:09:00.006-05:00

...or how I learned to stop worrying and love Nathan Gunn's bare chest.

Kidding.

Sort of.

This year, a friend and I have season subscriptions to the Lyric Opera of Chicago. While I know that we're currently in an economic downturn and I should be cutting back on spending, I see opera has a "need," not a "want." So, last night, off we went to see Les Pecheurs de Perles, or The Pearl Fishers.

Admittingly, the only thing I knew about LPP before going to see it last night was the famous Act One duet between Zurga and Nadir (two of the main characters).

What I also didn't know was that Zurga, played by baritone Nathan Gunn, is required to remain half-dressed for the duration of the opera. At first, I could see right through the obvious staging that resulted in his stripping - does he really need to offer his shirt to the other fisherman in order to confirm his leadership? But then, cursing my lack of opera glasses, I decided to sit back, and just enjoy the view from my upper balcony seats.

I know the woman sitting next to me was also enjoying the half-nekkid Zurga as she made the brilliant decision to wear approximately 82 bangles on her arms, so every time she lifted up her opera glasses for a better view, I got to hear my own petite percussion section.

The other thing I noticed was that while there is much gnashing of teeth over keeping one's vow, in practice, I'm not sure any of the characters fully understood the concept. Or, in the words of the brilliant Inigo Montoya, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

Let me explain further: Zurga and Nadir had vowed several years before to never act on their love for Leila so as not to ruin their friendship - Oops, Nadir lied and went back to woo and love Leila; Leila took a vow to stay a virgin and pray for protection day and night for all of the fishermen - Oops, she has sexy times with Nadir instead. And then out of nowhere Zurga has some other vow in Act Three that hasn't been mentioned, but I'm pretty sure that he broke it, so in the end he saves the lovers Nadir and Leila to keep a vow that was really a hazy one in the first place. Good times.

Up until now, I might be giving the highly critical impression that I did not enjoy the opera.

Au contraire mes amis!!

The music was absolutely gorgeous. Plus bonus points for this girl!! I totes recognized the reoccurring musical theme that was initiated during the aforementioned Act One duet. All thanks to the extremely demanding professor I had in grad school for the hysterically difficult 500-level opera literature course.

Plus more bonus points for all of the French classes paying off. I didn't understand everything, and the surtitles definitely came in handy, but I actually could follow the opera pretty well. It only became a real problem when I started thinking things like, "Ooh, that verb was the plus-que-parfait tense, " or "Huh, that translation isn't really close to what he's singing."

But overall, I have to say I was pleased with a) remembering some importants things from a class I had three years ago and b) remembering some important things from a class I had three days ago. Alas, high-fives all around were not appropriate...plus bangle-woman might have injured me during the course of said high-five.

Lastly, I have to mention that LPP was the fourth opera I have seen at the Lyric since moving to Chicago, and for every single one I have had a tiny 3-hour love affair with the stage design: the richness of La traviata, the ingenuity of Falstaff, the starkness of Eugene Onegin, and this year's incredible use of space for LLP.

And yes, in case you all are wondering, you will be subjected after each of the seven more operas, to my slightly erratic "reviews" of each one.

Bon chance!

American Girl

2008-10-05T12:09:00.009-05:00

So, this Friday, I did what every typical twenty-something single girl does - I attended the opening of the new American Girl store.

Yes, you read right, American Girl. Me, one of the least girly, doll-loving people I know. I had some Cabbage Patches in my day, and so did my sis. But instead of carrying them around or putting them in a stroller, we created scenarios like "Cabbage Patch Hospital" or "Cabbage Patch Kidnapping." I'm pretty sure our mom was a little concerned more than once.

However, we both were big readers and did in fact read most of the American Girl series during our local library's summer reading program. If I remember correctly, Em always preferred Molly, a spunky girl growing up in World War II America. I preferred Felicity, the fourth girl in the series whose story is set during the America Revolution. The books were well-written and being the history buff that I am, I enjoyed the facts about the time period included in at the end.
Em and I used the receive the catalogues in the mail when we were little and it was always fun to look through.

That said, I'm still slightly scared by the phenomenon that is the American Girl Doll empire.

Last Friday, however, I put my fear of the American Girl store aside and attended the opening of the huge (and I mean huge) new store in Water Tower Place on Michigan Ave. Seriously, it was like walking into a different world. Two stories and I don't know how many square feet later, I had seen an entire section dedicated to just the "historical" dolls, an AG photo booth, two more sections of "baby" dolls, then on the second floor, I witnessed a doll salon, doll craft area, doll hospital, doll sweets cafe (with doll-sized treats), and a restaurant that sported doll size chairs so a little girl could eat with her American Girl.

I'm pretty sure somewhere along the way, my jaw literally dropped. The concept of a recession was nowhere to be seen inside this new store as parents indulged their fashionable daughters' need for dolls and accessories. I don't necessarily say this with a negative tone. Most of the little girls I saw where very well behaved - no tantrums, no crying - but they were genuinely dedicated to their dolls and equally protective. My favorite was a girl watching her dolls face get cleaned at the doll hospital - she was very concerned and kept a watchful eye on the doll like any good parent.

And, while part of me was overwhelmed and slightly horrified by the sheer number of doll items surrounding me at every turn, overall, it was a pretty cool experience. After awhile, I went and picked out a few things for my AG-crazy cousins, and then made my way over to the area where Felicity and her accessories were displayed...I still coveted the green riding habit that she wore, even after all these years...who knew?

But as I grabbed my goody bag and headed out, I realized that inside that store was a complete fantasy land for little girls and their moms...or the several indulgent dads I had just left behind. And I wondered what the attraction was...for me, I had always loved the books and the stories that had been created. I saw no one that night carrying around any of the books behind the dolls, something I find a little sad.

At the end of the night, I shook off the saccharine sweetness of the American Girl Store and hit up a Borders to get some equilibrium. I'm definitely glad, however, that I got a peek inside the new store and the pure craziness that is the American Girl empire.

Some Friday Hilarity

2008-10-03T12:45:00.003-05:00

Thank you, Liberty Mutual

2008-10-01T21:09:00.004-05:00

Please watch the below commercial, first.

Alas, now that you've seen this brilliant commercial from Libery Mutual (thanks, Dad, for remembering the name of the company!), I can tell you a story.

First of all, I've fulfilled another one of my 100 goals...39) Help a perfect stranger.

When I landed in JFK from Lucerne, I needed to grab my baggage, go through customs, then re-check the baggage for my flight to Chicago. Waiting for my suitcase, I was really tired, very hungry, and slightly irritable. I was waiting, waiting, waiting for my suitcase when all of the sudden the tiny, elderly lady next to me put her hand on my arm and said "Oh dear, I don't think I can reach that." I quickly asked her which suitcase was hers - it was a huge red one stuck on top of another suitcase. I lunged for the suitcase, which had to weigh as much as she did, and set it down on the floor and popped up the handle for her. With a "thank you" and a pat on my shoulder, she was on her way.

But the tale of goodness doesn't stop there!

The guy next to me had seen the whole thing. He grabbed his suitcase and left the luggage claim before me, but then he paused at the door to customs, and held it open for a guy whose hands were full.

Then that guy, I saw later on after customs. He saw a child in a stroller throw a toy on the floor - and bent down and picked it up and handed it back to the kid.

JUST LIKE THE COMMERCIAL.

After I paused to wonder if the Liberty Mutual commercial was actually an exercise in brainwashing, I realized that that situation was so cool! I had seen three of us help strangers, and it actually felt good. In a world where more people would probably run you over, than lend a hand, I was heartened to see that a few acts of simple kindness can make the day a little easier for someone.

I was still tired and hungry, but no longer irritable.

Goin' to the Chapel...

2008-09-24T11:01:00.010-05:00

Last weekend, September 20, one of my closest college friends got married. What was to be a November wedding was moved up by two months (thanks U.S. Army!).

As a result, many thoughts ran through my head:

"Daaang, one my college roommates is getting MARRIED!!!!"

"I wonder if I have enough United miles for a free flight?" (answer - no)

"I can't wait to see all of my ND girls!"

"Crap, when am I going to get my dress fitted?"

"I hope the weather is perfect this weekend."

"Ack, one of my college roommates is GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!"

I'm sure there were many more thoughts, but the jetlag from my sojourn in Europe overtook everything else. On the plane trip from Chitown to Raleigh, NC, my only thought was "ZZZZZzzzzzzzz."

Arriving the day before the wedding, I spent that Friday following road directions, exploring the mystery that is a rental car, coveting Bojangles fries, attending the rehearsal, thoroughly enjoying the rehearsal dinner, and helping to throw a lingerie party for the bride late that night.

Bright and early on Saturday, the dedicated bridal party awoke at 5:30am to hike it over to the reception location to put together the flower arrangements for the tables and just help out in general. Never did I think being a bridesmaid would include hosing down rocks in a yard for the arrangements at 6:00 in the morning. I think that's under "other duties as assigned." But for the former Miss Fuchs, anything...

Apres ca, we made a priority run for Chick-Fil-A, followed by some naptime, but then off to make ourselves pretty and get to the church.

At this time, I would like to give a major shout out to the golf pro shop of our hotel for letting us borrow their steamer.

The ceremony was great, the bride gorgeous, and I didn't trip. And I didn't tower over my escort in my heels - that's very important. We laughed, we cried, we blew bubbles, then off to part-ay.

And party we did. Finally, our four years of dancing during college - in clubs, in our dorm room, on the quad, in the engineering building - finally paid off! The bridesmaids hit the dance floor and kept the party going. No one was safe from our attentions, and much fun was had.

The bride and the groom eventually departed and the bridal party did the only thing we could think of - hit up a couple of NC bars in our gowns. The boys totally wussed out and changed.

The flight back to Chitown was exhausting, but unlike the flight before me, mine wasn't cancelled due to fog, and by the time I entered the door of my apartment, I was ready for a nap. Which lasted from 4:30 to 7:00pm. I went to bed at 8:30pm...you do the math.

My European Adventure

2008-09-22T20:21:00.006-05:00

as told through pictures

I'm in Love

2008-09-18T13:47:00.010-05:00

...with furniture.

A co-worker, noticing my love affair with all things green, left a page from a magazine on my desk the other day that highlighted trends in home decorating. And while the rest of the world may just now be discovering the delights of a grass green accent piece, yours truly is way ahead of the curve. Like all Hall women, I've pre-empted trends for years - almost to the point where I was so cool, I was uncool. In this case, with green being one of "the" colors...I. am. so. there.

So when I glanced down at the magazine, I didn't expect to fall in love. Especially when the object of my affection is plastic furniture...I want!

Maybe, just maybe, when my commitment-phobia once again sets in and I find myself moving, I'll remember these amazing designs by Studio JSPR. Because, really they're fabulous, and will match perfectly my green glass kitchenware collection and leopard print carpet.

But for now, this will be an unrequited love...unless I happen to find $2,000 laying around on the sidewalk. A girl can dream, right?

Oh yeah...

2008-09-16T11:40:00.002-05:00

So, I promise, mes amis, that in the coming days I will post further about my outstanding time on tour with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. However given my current time constraints, jetlag, and the eight million things I need to do this week before leaving to be in my friend's wedding this weekend, I leave you with an image. One that brings tears to my eyes and warmth to my heart. Me, a co-worker, and Tony Blair. Yes, that's right, Tony Blair. I got to have a little chat with him at a post-concert party. Being the British politics junkie that I am, it was definitely a little slice of heaven. And yes, he's very dynamic, funny, and self-efacing in real life - love it!!

Au revoir mes amis

2008-09-05T10:33:00.003-05:00

Back in 8 days!

It's that kind of day

2008-09-04T11:39:00.002-05:00

So, even though I'm in the middle of a very exciting time (future blog posts will further define), it's still be one of those weeks where I look back and all I can think is "REALLY?" I started out pretty well on Sunday, catching up with a friend at my fave Hyde Park breadfast spot. However, two broken down busses, one flooded kitchen sink, one too-full suitcase, three days of scalding water in the shower, two extremely rude salespeople, 8 pieces of junk mail from my own bank, and 23 furry mice all over my apartment (fake ones, thank goodness) later, I'm over it.

In order to find my happy place, I am going to keep with mind what I'm thankful for...

Green tea in the mornings

My incredibly funny French class

Plaid ballet flats

Sympathetic kitties

McDonald's at 11pm

Rainy days

TV Monde 5

Pretty Swiss francs

My new iPod

Nutella

State Fair = Fried Something

2008-08-25T09:18:00.013-05:00

A few weeks ago (I know, I'm a little behind on blogging), I hopped the train again to voyage to Indy to go, with the fam, to the State Fair. Because, in Indiana, the State Fair is the thing to do during those two weeks. And it's always a good time.

Now, granted, the State Fair doesn't exactly scream "healthy." I usually stop eating a couple days ahead of time in preparation for the gluttony that is bound to ensue. This year was a little different as one of my "100 goals," was to eat two funnel cakes. After accomplishing this, I learned two things: 1) Fried dough is really in fact only good in moderation (who knew?) 2) The "fun" in "funnel" cake only lasts about 1.5 funnel cakes (the last .5 is a doozy). Admittedly, mom and dad had a few bites - one cannot sit next to a funnel cake and not have some!

Even long distance, one cannot resist! My sis wasn't able to to come west and join the fun, but she did tell me "To eat one for me!" Well, my friends, being the outstanding sister that I am, I did in fact dedicate my second funnel cake to my sister. I am just that good.

Now, less you think that all I did was eat during this day, I would like to prove otherwise! We saw all kinds of stuff - tractor ride, donkey racing, cheese sculptures, Indiana's largest pig, lots of tractors, baby animals, um...oh, and we ran into my parents' neighbors there actually - small world.

I did meet one nice sheep. He was very photogenic and agreed to pose for me. I ran into him after I went and saw the little asses, er, I mean miniature donkeys...aww....miniature donkeys.

Picture this...

2008-08-19T09:22:00.007-05:00

Alright people, check another one off the list!! Totes exciting.

72) Have my picture in a brochure

I am now on the inside cover of the new Indiana University Arts Administration Program brochure as a distinguished alumni...totes awesome! I received copies of it last week, and the brochure is beautiful and really conveys the reach and excellence of this grad program.

I had a great time in grad school, learned a lot, and met some amazing people, so it's really great that I can represent (among others) the program.

And yes, for all of those who heard me whining, I did that, also. But some memories I have taken with me are just the best: Irish Lion, Tutto Bene, learning to drive a stick, freak snow storms, cattle call auditions, roommates that moved out while I was in class, brilliant music, and sweet transvestites. Plus, that's when I adopted my sweet Sugar:)

Note to Self

2008-08-15T10:03:00.002-05:00

Ugh, so I've actually accomplished two of my other goals, but not had the time to download super-fun pictures, so those blog posts will have to wait.

BUT, on this beautiful Friday, I want to share something hilarious with you all. I really heart old Hollywood and especially Fred Astaire - no one today has class or talent like that.

So, in a fusion of old-school and new school, I present to you this pretty sweet youtube clip.

Note to Self: Fred Astaire is awesome...totes.

Happy Anniversary to Me!!

2008-08-13T09:46:00.003-05:00

Today, I celebrate one year with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra! Totes exciting, I know:)

Being at a job for one year = performance review

Performance review = Fulfilling one of my 100 goals! "And the crowd goes wild!!!"

52) Learn to take a compliment

During the review, I learned to take a compliment - without looking at the ceiling, turning red, or attempting to change the subject.

In fact, I actually was able to compliment myself. For those of you who I've asked to help edit my extremely awkward cover letters, you know how big of a step this is for me.

So, check, off the list!

Now, off to enjoy my one year anniversary...and the fact that this is the first summer in 8 years that I won't be moving!!

Pour me a drink, And I'll tell you some lies

2008-07-28T08:51:00.010-05:00

Neil. Diamond.

Two little words...one legend...I was lucky enough to see him TWICE this weekend at the United Center.

That's right, folks, this weekend was Neil Diamond Weekend '08.

Saturday, I went with Mom "Biggest Neil Fan Ever" Hall. And the concert definitely lived up to the two expectations I have for a Neil Diamond concert - amazing music and public intoxication. I'm not sure why, but each concert I attend (this weekend was 6 and 7), I always am surrounded by alcohol-loving Neil fans. I never thought my '05 experience could be topped - it's not every year, a 30-something fan stands up and yells, "It's f***in' 'I Am, I Said'." But this year's drunken woman was dancing in the aisles when she grabbed a young bloke returning to his seat and started dancing with him. It didn't end until his furious girlfriend stormed down the stairs to get him - hilarious!

Nothing quite as exciting took place the second night (Sunday), but good times were had nonetheless and I met some very nice Neil-fans from Wisconsin who had driven down for the concert. Plus, it was my friend's first Neil concert - now she has truly lived.

But I know there are those of you out there who haven't had the divine experience that is a Neil Diamond concert. So, being the kind-hearted, generous person I am, I've listed below some choice Neil songs to experience, and the best time in which to listen to them.

Cherry, Cherry - Getting ready for super fun party times...Can't stand still while the music is playin'

I Got the Feelin' - When you're ready to break up with someone...I got the feelin', I'm hearin' goodbye

I Thank the Lord for the Nightime - Monday mornings - all of them...Nine-to-five ain't takin' me where I'm bound

Girl, You'll be a Woman Soon - When you're feelin' a little unsure...I'd die for you girl and all they can say is"He's not your kind"

Red, Red Wine - Bad memories? Rough day? Weird family?...Red, red wine, Go to my head

Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show - Feelin' the love?...Take my hand in yours, Walk with me this day

Cracklin' Rosie - Awesome song for cross-country roadtrips...Cracklin' Rosie you're a store-bought woman

I Am I Said - Moved to a new city and feelin' lonely...An no one heard at all, Not even the chair

I'm a Believer - Currently in the first bloom of a new relationship? Getting ready to watch Shrek?...Not a trace of doubt in my mind, I'm in love

Play Me - During sweet, sweet seduction (this is hypothetical...if it works, let me know!)...You are the sun, I am the moon, You are the words, I am the tune, Play me

Love on the Rocks - Best. Breakup. Song. Ever. Pour yourself a drink, crank the music, stumble around your apartment singing at the top of your lungs (not hypothetical....definitely works)..First, they say they want you, How they really need you, Suddenly you find you're out there, Walking in a storm

Sweet Caroline - If you've spent anytime in a bar, you'll hear this...Good times never seemed so good

Forever in Blue Jeans - When you can't decide what to wear...I'd much rather be, Forever in blue jeans

Pretty Amazing Grace - When you're thankful...In Your amazing grace I had a vision, From that amazing place I came to be, Into the night I wandered, Wandering aimlessly, Found Your amazing grace to comfort me.

There's many, many more great songs - I mean, the man sells out stadiums without needing any airplay!

For all my fellow fans, which songs do you love????

Anglophilia and such

2008-07-24T16:23:00.003-05:00

I (heart) England. I loved studying there and experiencing London. I loved the chance to travel around the country and see Stonehenge's ancientness, pretend I was in a Jane Austen novel in Bath, and make a pilgrimage to Thomas a Becket's tomb. And while the country is currently struggling with both a bad economy and increasing violence, I still take comfort in my memories of living there.

In fact, whenever I need "easy" reading - books for fun on a Friday night or something for my daily commute, I find myself reaching for some historical fiction - British style.

I'm usually in the middle of several books and right now the list is:

-Cromwell by Antonia Frasier
-The Years of Extermination (Nazi Germany and the Jews 1939-1945) by Saul Friedlander
-The Story of French by Jean-Benoit Nadeau
-Doomsday Men (The Real Dr. Strangelove and the Dream of the Superweapon) by P.D. Smith

Not really what one would call "light" reading. But you couldn't pry my history books from me with a crow bar - others have tried, all have failed.

But every once awhile, I just need something that's fun, witty, and easy.

Thus, my recent addiction to two authors that write great historical mysteries with smart, sassy women as the main protaganist. Both sets of books are set in Regency England and are extremely well-written. I've gotten my Mom addicted to them as well.

The first author, Tasha Alexander, is a fellow Domer. The second author, Deanna Raybourn, has her own blog and is also a self-professed Anglophile. Both authors are obviously well-read themselves and write with knowledge of the events and culture of the time in which they set their stories. Plus the writing is brilliant and I can never put the book down without having finished it!!!

Raybourn's blog is particularly entertaining, and at times, completely random. And while I usually have GB on the brain, there are countries all over the world that I yet to explore - either through books or on a plane.

This point was especially brought home after my attempts to play this game. Don't blame me when you get frustrated:)

The kicker - you have to spell them right - I knew Azerbaijan existed, I just couldn't spell it:)

Christian the Lion

2008-07-22T12:38:00.004-05:00

This is just the coolest video - tugs at the ol' heart strings. I've loved lions since I was teeny tiny, and this about made me cry...out of jealousy...just kidding...sort of.

For more info on this awesome, awesome video, go here

An Ode to Sticky Notes

2008-07-21T08:50:00.011-05:00

Oh, sticky notes, how I do I love thee?

Let me count the ways

One - you're so sticky and just so cute

Two - you're my friend that always stays

Three - you never talk too much

Because like some people, you're mute

Oh, my precious sticky notes

You're a lifelong friend

I knew you when I was younger before I had to work

You were so much fun back then

But now I need you to keep me straight

And prevent me from being a jerk

Oh, my sweet, sweet sticky notes

I put you all over my desk drawer

So pure and colorful and clean

You're on my mirror and on my door

I can't imagine life without you

From you I cannot myself wean

**Note from the writer- please do not hurt yourself trying to figure out what kind of rhyme scheme this is - I'm pretty sure "A,B,C,B,D,C" doesn't actually exist.

Note to Self

2008-07-15T08:43:00.005-05:00

This phrase, "Note to Self" - I use it often. It's sort of my thing. I adamently refuse to use trendy business terms like "let's circle back" and "I'll keep that on my radar." So, instead, quite a while ago, I decided to use "Note to Self." It's good times, I like it. And I have now decided to use my phrase as a theme for occasional blogs. It will be like you'll reading my internal memos - sort of. So, anyway, to commence:

Note to Self:

-Don't dance in the hallway of your apartment when there is a risk that your cat could trip you and you could then slam into bathroom doorframe

-Finding a $20 on the sidewalk is just as cool at 26 as it was at 16

-Don't sit next to the crazy guy spouting Bible verses no matter how tired you are, or how inviting the empty seat looks on the bus...there is a reason it's the only one left

-Watching old episodes of Gossip Girl is not acceptable - no matter how bored you are (don't judge)

-Conjugating French verbs is just as hard at 26 as it was at 16

-Sometimes VH1 gets it right with "Emerging Artists," so stop whining everytime a "female singer-songwriter" comes on - remember the amazingness of Duffy - eventually they'll be another one just like her

-Parties in huge apartments overlooking Lake Michigan - go to more of them - they're awesome

"I cannot live without books."

2008-07-07T09:05:00.006-05:00

Yeah, preach it Thomas Jefferson, I feel exactly the same way. Or as Katherine Hepburn said, "What in the world would we do without our libraries?" Well, I can answer that question - like I can't seem to stop doing, we would end up spending a large chunk of our paycheck at Barnes & Noble each week, that's what we would do.

But in all seriousness, "Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life." (Thanks Mark Twain!)

I spent this past weekend in Indy, and part of that time was out in my grandmother's barn looking through the books that I had left there to pick out some that I would take back home. I have about 8 boxes of books still in storage and only managed to make it through a few. Nonetheless it was like Christmas! I had forgotten a few that I hadn't seen since grad school and boy, was it exciting! I only ended up taking about 30 back with me, but hopefully those 30 will keep me out of Barnes & Noble for awhile. Except for the fact that AS I'M WRITING this, I just received an e-mail coupon....curse you B&N!!

You see, books have become almost an obsession. I read all genres, but my favorite are the history and travel writing books. I can never get enough. In my apartment, I now have 4 bookshelves that are bulging with books, a desk that is covered in books, books on my nightstand, books in front of my nightsand, stacks of books on my coffee table, and books in the kitchen for awhile, but I moved those - my kitchen isn't that big. I think my cat may start feeling displaced fairly soon. I've acquired this multitude of books through my career as a liberal arts major, grad school, and my ill-conceived idea of working part-time at a bookstore in DC with the intention of making money...ahahaha.

Some, however, I've kept since childhood, and others I seem to have multiple editions when I forgot that I already owned it, or simply couldn't wait to read it a second time. All of them come with good memories, though, even the ones I may have bemoaned while still in school.

I recently finished for the sixth or seventh time Leon Uris' Exodus. I had been a fan of his work since reading QBVII in junior high, but until the summer of 2005, had never read what is probably his most popular work. Upon its release in 1958, it became the biggest bestseller in the United States since Gone with the Wind. Focused upon the founding of the state of Israel, Exodus is amazing for its seamless integration of fictional characters and true historic events. I bought this book while I was an intern at Wolf Trap Opera. I started reading it late during a tech week, and since the next day was my day off, I figured I would read until I couldn't keep my eyes open. That turned out to be 7AM - the book was so good, I read through the night to finish it. I LOVE it when I find a book that good. Stumbling downstairs afterwards, Ann, the owner of the house where I was staying, just shook her head and started laughing - she had already seen the pile of books that I had brought with me for the summer and knew exactly what I had been up to.

I guess the moral of this story is that I hear from most people I know that they simply don't have the time to read or don't find it entertaining. When I recover from the shock of this statement, my only feeling is pity. Regardless off the type of books one prefers, I always feel that reading allows one to escape for a while, learn something new, or just be entertained by a story that is not your own. I saw a billboard sign while I was home that said 1 out 5 people in Indiana cannot read this sign. I think that is extremely sad. I truly think that reading brings countless joys and I could not imagine life without it.

But, always use caution, because as Mark Twain notes, "Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint."

100 Things/10 Years

2008-06-28T12:11:00.008-05:00

So, I'm jumping on the, what I've learned is an extremely popular, bandwagon of listing out 100 Things to Do Before I Die. But like others, I do better with limits - thus this list is for the next 10 years. I learned two key things during this process: 1) I've been extremely blessed (and fairly adventurous) in my first 26 years. While reading others' lists, I could usually name at least 30 things that I had already done. 2) If I let myself, all 100 goals would have involved some sort of travel.

As the illustrious Cecil Rhodes said on his deathbed, "So little done, so much to do." And this from a man who died at 48 having created his own empire of railroads, gold, and diamonds. Now if he thought that, surely I can fulfill 100 much smaller goals of my own.

They aren't in any kind of order, more like a stream of consciousness list.

1) Go on an African Safari
2) Adopt a dog from a shelter
3) Run a 1/2 marathon
4) Go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land
5) Live abroad
6) Sing a solo at karaoke
7) Tip a really great waiter/waitress 100% of the bill
8) Protest for a cause
9) Get a second tattoo
10) Stay a night here
11) Take a camel ride to the Pyramids
12) Witness the Northern Lights
13) Watch every Oscar winner for best picture
14) Bungee jump off a bridge
15) Earn a business certificate in French
16) Take a pottery class
17) Write a children's book - attempt to get it published
18) Learn passable German
19) Get my palm read
20) Sit in the stands at Wimbledon
21) Have my picture painted
22) Live in an apartment with central air
23) Ride on a motorcycle
24) Go a whole weekend without using electricity
25) Own 50 opera recordings
26) Spend a night in a haunted hotel
27) Sit on the board of a theater
28) Ride in a tiny airplaine
29) Stand in the middle of the Acropolis as the sun sets
30) Be a member of the audience for a TV show
31) See Wagner's Ringcycle
32) Go to a shooting range - shoot something
33) Buy a piece of art from a gallery show
34) Have my own library with an overstuffed leather chair
35) Learn to meditate
36) Push a handcar down a railroad track
37) Lose 20 pounds
38) Create a photo album for someone for a gift
39) Help a perfect stranger
40) Learn how to use my camera, like really use it
41) Have a wine and cheese party
42) Read the Bible from cover to cover
43) Get a cake batter cake from Cold Stone Creamery
44) Ride a bike with no hands
45) See Auschwitz
46) Put all of my loose photos into photo albums
47) Drive a Smartcar
48) Go to a Renaissance Fair
49) Eat 2 funnel cakes at 1 State Fair all by myself
50) Go on a family vacation
51) Drive a tractor
52) Learn to take a compliment
53) Keep a journal everyday for a year
54) Drive across the US - coast to coast
55) Help a child to discover reading
56) Be in New Orleans for Mardi Gras
57) Get certified in CPR
58) Travel the entire distance of the Trans-Siberian Railroad
59) Make an enemy
60) See an opera at the Palais Garnier
61) Ride on a roller coaster
62) Become a mother
63) Go to a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show
64) Get an expensive manicure and not ruin it within 2 days
65) Continue to see the Nutracker with my dad every year
66) Attend a musical still in previews
67) Make my own candle
68) Go camping
69) Buy a pair of glasses without looking at the price tag
70) Visit Jim Morrison's grave
71) Make creampuffs from scratch
72) Have my picture in a brochure
73) Memorize a poem and recite it in public
74) Paint a room green
75) Read an entire book in French - understand it
76) Visit Mackinac Island when the lilac trees are in full bloom
77) Pet a lion
78) Take the man I love to see Camera degli Sposi
79) Watch all six Star Wars movies in a row
80) Serve a meal at a homeless shelter
81) Bake someone a birthday cake
82) Visit 5 Civil War battle fields
83) Join a book club
84) Send handmade Christmas cards
85) Read Middlemarch, Atlas Shrugged, and Ulysses
86) Stay one night at the The Waldorf Astoria
87) Cross-stitch an entire picture
88) Create a Wikipedia entry
89) Visit the UN building
90) Buy a great piece of furniture that isn't used
91) Travel to Budapest
92) Help build a house through Habitat for Humanity
93) Get my third tattoo
94) Make copies of all of my grandma's photos
95) Play slot machines in Vegas
96) Go salsa dancing until the sun comes up
97) Read all of Shakespeare's works
98) Eat crepes in Paris (again)
99) Watch the sunset from inside the "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" dinosaur
100) Finish this list:)

Some Friday Night Cuteness

2008-06-20T20:37:00.003-05:00

Here's what makes me mad...seriously

2008-06-18T09:40:00.003-05:00

Why, for the love of all that is sacred and holy, is Bull Durham continuously ranked above Hoosiers on multiple lists of "Best Sports Movies Ever."

That's the case on aol.com, Sport Illustrated 2001 & 2003, ESPN Page 2, and Times Online UK. E-Online, bunch of idiots, has Bull Durham at 7/10 and Hoosiers ISN'T EVEN ON THE LIST. The same for Total Film Magazine which doesn't even have Hoosiers in it's Top 25!!!!

Really, were these people born in a barn?

ESPN even had a recent "Bull Durham" week to celebrate the 20th Anniversary of the movie and highlighted how "Twenty years later, Bull Durham is still widely considered among the top sports movies ever made, and is BRAVO's choice for best comedy ever."

Blah, blah, blah.

Look, I've seen them both, and granted, I could, maybe, be biased as a basketball-loving Indiana girl. (Let's be clear - no US pro-basketball, which is practically a mockery of the true game).

But, really, I don't think so.

Bull Durham: Some guy educates another guy in a single A team about baseball, love, and some other stuff that I don't remember. Susan Sarandon blabs on about the "Church of Baseball," and teaches one of the guys about the joys of bondage and poetry.

Hoosiers: Small-town basketball at its best. Features a coach with a past that whips farm boys into the best basketball team in the state while also dealing with alchoholism, prejudice, death, and recovery (mental and phsyical). Plus, every time anyone ever watches it...they are inevitably still tense and nervous at the championship game - a testament to the brilliancy of both the acting and the score.

No contest - please, Hoosiers is hands down a better sports movie.

Besides, if I had to bet between Costner and Hackman - my money's on Hackman.

Sometimes I whine...

2008-06-09T13:07:00.005-05:00

a lot...sorry Mom and Dad!

But I can't help it! See, I whine sometimes about living in America. Because, truthfully, I would much rather live in Europe - pretty much anywhere would do for this girl. I blame this urge on studying abroad in the spring of 2003 where Europe was my playground and pretty much any city was only a 30 euro plane ride away!

Alas, since 2003, I haven't been back there, and since 2004 I haven't been abroad! I know, that may sound spoiled, but for everything I do/am passionate about - traveling is definitely at the top. Way at the top - like, Ithinkaboutiteveryday-at-the-top

But, just when I was about drown my sorrows with cheap wine and the Travel Channel the other day, I came upon an article on MSN.com which was pretty fantastic about pointing out to me just how thankful I should be about all I've seen already.

The article was entitled "Europe's Must-See Landmarks." And I was thinking, "Man, I bet, I've only gotten to see a few of these." Insert :( here.

But, really, I had seen 10/19. And that's pretty cool. No, that's really cool. So below, I've listed all of them for your own perusal, highlighting the one's that I've been lucky enough to visit.

(Not in any sort of particular order)

1) Eiffel Tower, Paris, France - Paris, je t'aime. My favorite memory? My dad's attempt at la langue francaise by walking up to the ticket window and telling the man at the window, "I would like trois for the top!" Good times.

2) Charles Bridge, Prague, Czech Republic - Good friends, really cold weather, and awesome photography on this Bridge. I still have a picture that I bought on it hanging in my apartment.

3) The Palace at Versailles, Versailles, France - Ugh, love that Hall of Mirrors! Rainy day, but my parents and I had the best time! The small chapel was probably my favorite room.

5) Buckingham Palace, London, England - Totally - great architecture, not as impressed with the changing of the guards as I thought I would be.

5) Tivoli Gardens, Copenhagen, Denmark - Nope, but I would sure love to go there!

6) Puerto del Sol, Madrid, Spain - Unfortunately, never made it to Spain.

7) Guggenheim Museum, Bilbao, Spain - See above

8) Hagia Sophia mosque, Instanbul, Turkey - Nuh uh, but this is near the top of my list - maybe next year I'll go to Instanbul and Budapest????

9) Notre Dame de Paris cathedral, Paris, France - We went to the Easter mass there - just incredible...it's such an undescribable place, I almost cried when we went in.

10) Red Square, Moscow, Russia - Since when is Russia part of Europe?

11) St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican City, Rome, Italy - Yes!!! Plus, I was there with friends on the day the Pope (John Paul II at the time) gave a blessing. Amazing, just amazing.

12) Piccadilly Circus, London, England - Actually cut through here everyday on my way to class.

13) Colosseum, Rome, Italy - Totes...even cooler in person, but give you the creeps to see where the slaves/animals were held.

14) Stonehenge, Wiltshire, England - Our whole program went out to see this monument. Unfortunately, you can no longer walk among the stones, because all of the footprints were softening the ground and causing the stones to shift slightly. But worth it, nonetheless.

15) Neuschwanstein Castle, Bavaria, Germany - Nope, but would love to!

16) Giants Causeway, ner Bushmills, Northern Ireland - Never made it past Dublin the weekend I was there - not enough time.

17) The Parthenon on the Acropolis, Athens, Greece - Sadly, the closest I've gotten is an obsession with Greek mythology and my 8th grade sugar cube replica.

18) Alhambra, Granada, Spain - See above one more time:)

19) Custom House, Dublin, Ireland - Saw it only from the outside, but that counts!

Well, there you have it, my friends. I've been really blessed to see all of these amazing places.

Not that I'll quit whining any time soon:)

It's a teeny tiny world

2008-06-04T10:22:00.005-05:00

Bonjour tout le monde! Hier soir, j'ai mangé avec mes amis de mon classe francaise. Nous sommes allés au bon restaurant Lebanese...

Oh, uh, excuse-moi, I didn't mean to start in la langue francaise, but I've been speaking so much of it lately!! Très bon, n'est-ce pas?

So, on Tuesday, my French class met up at an amazing Lebanese restaurant on the near north side to speak French outside of class, so we wouldn't lose our skills by the time class gears up again at the end of June.

And really, I don't have anything wildly interesting to say about that night aside from two things that stand out:

1) We managed to speak nothing but French for over an hour - pretty exciting!

2) We chatted with our waiter for a bit (in English) and it turns out he was born in Baghdad, lived for awhile in Tehran, moved here several years ago, hasn't seen is family (still in Iraq) since 1982, and his sister was 5 when he left and he's only spoken to her one the phone since then. Oh, and he speaks Arabic, Assyrian, Persian, English, a little French, and understands Greek. I am continuously amazed by the people I meet in Chicago, from those I know well, to those I meet purely on accident. Our waiter was incredibly nice - he mentioned that he hopes things are changing now, and how he hopes to see his family eventually in the next few years. For the most part, aside from reading the news, I feel very separated from what happens in the Middle East, but everyone once in awhile, thanks to events like this, the magnitude of what is going on is brought home to me.

D'oh!

2008-05-28T12:52:00.003-05:00

Um, so I've been tagged! See, it's funny because when I was little getting tagged sucked because that meant you had to freeze. 20 years later it means I blog!

Anyhoo, regardless of the fact I'm not even sure what a "memes" is, I'm going to follow Ms. Bossy's instructions and throw caution to the wind.

Rules: The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about himself or herself. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

Ten Years Ago:
10 years ago, I was finishing my sophomore year of high school and my sis was graduating. I loved high school and was gearing up for a summer of 4-H and marching band, and finishing up a season of varsity tennis. Good times.

Five Things on Today's "To Do" List:
-Study for my French final tomorrow
-Hang curtains (or nail them to the wall, whatever)
-Conquer Microsoft Office 2007
-Buy a house-warming gift
-Finish my book (it's so good!)

Things I'd Do If I Were a Billionaire:
-Hire a financial manager
-Give some to the fam
-Move abroad
-Donate enough to Notre Dame to have a building named after me and call it "Hall Hall"
-Pay off student loans (hey, that's exciting!)
-Create a vault in my home and keep $10,000,000 of it in gold coins and roll around in it like Scrooge McDuck on DuckTales

Three Bad Habits:
-$2 slices of pizza from Cholie's
-Getting a library card, then buying books, and then forgetting about the library
-Watching movies 5x in one day...in a row

Five Places I've Lived:
Indianapolis, IN
Arlington, VA
London, England
Chicago, IL
Houston, TX

Five Jobs I've Had:
Associate, Building Materials Department, Menards
Waitress (multiple times)
House Manager
Box Office Manager,
Associate, Linens 'N Things

Five People I'm Tagging:
Sorry, the buck stops here, my friends.

The Velveteen Rabbit

2008-05-16T09:21:00.009-05:00

When I lived in DC, I worked a second job at a Barnes & Noble. Don't snicker, I loved this job. So much fun. Getting to read releases before they were out to the public, talking to other people who loved books as much as I did, and enjoying the craziness that was my last night on the job - which happened to coincide with the release of the last Harry Potter book.

All of the employees had several things in common: all of us had at least one college degree, for most of us this was either a second job or helping to pay for a degree, we all loved books, and we all avoided working the children's section like it was the plague.

Okay, so a few dedicated souls actually liked the children's section. I was not one of them. I worked nights and weekends, and many parents acted like somehow we would baby-sit their kids if they left them there. Not so much.

So the several times I couldn't escape my manager fast enough, I would work in the children's section. And inevitably end up 80% annoyed and 20% nostalgic.

Why nostalgic you ask? Because I loved books and reading even as a child. My parents encouraged my sis and I to read from the start and I have great memories of the Berenstain Bears, The Story of Ferninand, Grimm's Fairy Tales, Katy No-Pockets, and The Country Bunny and the Little Golden Shoes, among many, many others.

But the other day, I was talking to a friend, and he mentioned a book that I get more and more sentimental about each year, and now I consider it one of my favorites, even though it used to practically bring me to tears when I read it.

Yes, I'm talking about The Velveteen Rabbit.

It has to be one of the best children's book's ever! Any bunny that is "fat and bunchy" is a cutie in my book. Especially one with a "sawdust heart." I mean, really.

Ach, but when the crappy doctor orders him to be burnt after the Boy has scarlet fever, even though the Bunny is all excited about going to the seaside - breaks your heart.

I mean, I know it ends well - the magic nursery fairy stops by and she makes it all better - she makes him Real, and then he sees the Boy the next year.

But it's those excrutiating paragraphs when you think the old Bunny might be burned are really emotional when you're little, but it makes the ending even better!

There's really no point to this blog except for the fact that, like the Bunny, we can easily forget about the stuff that we really liked when we were younger.

So which children's books did you all really like?