Monday, March 31, 2014

Blog Reader Appreciation Part 23:
The Peasantry

Every once in a while, you go through periods when you just don't have it in you to be lighthearted.  You can have every ounce of perspective force-fed down your throat but it won't be enough.

My grandpa has told me over and over through my life to just enjoy every emotion you have, happiness, sadness, frustration, confusion, anger, because you'll never be in this moment and feel this exact emotion again.  I still haven't totally figured out how to enjoy the rage that comes with public transport, but that's really neither here nor there I guess.

What I'm saying is I'm just going to go with flow right now and not try to force some bubbles where I have none.  I'm just going to feel the way I'm feeling now.

But that doesn't mean you all have to dim the lights and mope around by candlelight.  It just means that this week, I'm going to let these links do all the heavy lifting.  I may not be a little cloud of rainbow glitter, raining down smiles and giggles, but I guarantee at least one of these links will make you smile.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

March Sponsors

It's Saturday, and you know what that means: Saturday treats.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Monday, March 24, 2014

Blog Reader Appreciation Part 22:

Mother Nature is officially on  my black list.

I know what you're thinking: she wasn't already?  I mean, Polar Vortex.

And yes, that wasn't our best moment.  I definitely was a little peeved about that one.  And yes, the whole 80 inches of snow thing is a little over the top.  But I am the one who moved from Florida to Chicago; I was asking for it.

But now she's playing games with us, and that is just cruel.  She got it up into the 50's this week and it was great.  I can feel my nose!  Look at all these puddles, all un-frozen and stuff!  Life has meaning!  I can see the light!  But what does she follow that up with?

More.  Snow.

So that's it.  I'm done with these mind games.  I'm done making silent bargains with her.  I'm done promising her my first born in return for the end of this God forsaken season.  I'm not sure what my next steps will be, but I can assure you that Mother Nature will not be involved.  Sometimes, you need to know when to just walk away from a toxic relationship.  And Big M. N., this is me walking away.

So this one is dedicated to all of you out there who also are just saying no.  To the brave souls out there who know what's best for them and what just needs to be let go.  I hope you're listening, Mother Nature, and I hope it hurts

Monday, March 17, 2014

Blog Reader Appreciation Part 21:
Cafe Ba-Ba-Reeba

It's taken me almost 24 years to admit it but I think it's time to give it up: I'm not the "going out" type person.  I've always had my suspicions but this weekend, the weekend dedicated to corned beef and binge drinking, just sealed the deal.

I should have just admitted defeat 9:30 Saturday morning, when I was getting ready for a run while my neighbors below me were half an hour into their raging St. Patty's party.  But no, the only thing I thought after coming face to face with a man wearing a beard and Lucky Charms suspenders (who was drinking his Miller Lite on a roof three feet from my bedroom window) was: "We could use some curtains."

I went for my run, came home to shower and put on my lime green leprechaun pants, and was back out the door to celebrate the great American-Irish holiday.  The plan was to drink with my friends until Derrick got off work, then drink some more, then go downtown so Derrick could see the river dyed green.

A few hours, a few Irish Car Bombs, and a green beer later, Derrick and I decided to head downtown on our own.  We needed to stop by the apartment first though, because I had been a little too optimistic with my leather jacket and needed a coat.

We got home and sat down on the couch "for just a second."  We woke up an hour later, both of us having passed out.  Turns out that our Saturday afternoon nap had come for us, Irish Car Bombs or not.

We never made it downtown.

While the rest of Chicago continued to drink and throw up in the back of buses, we were running late to indoor soccer games, eating pizza at 9 PM, and realizing that we might as well just accept it for what it was.

So this one is for all of you out there who are realizing who you really are.  If ripping shots isn't your thing, just go to RedBox already; there's no judgement here.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Monday, March 10, 2014

Blog Reader Appreciation Part 20

This is going to be hard to hear and believe me, I hate being the bearer of bad news as much as the next Debbie Downer.  But I'm just going to rip the BandAid off now: we skipped brunch again this weekend.

Take a second to collect yourself.

We're actually doing fine, considering.  Derrick especially seems to be handling the situation well.  That might, of course, be due to the fact that he turned 24 on Saturday and I more or less nailed his birthday weekend.  (Am I allowed to say that?  Whatever.  I'm going on three weeks without brunch... cut me some slack.)

But seriously, Derrick had a pretty awesome weekend.  And he deserved it; I ripped him away from the sunny beaches of Florida to a place where 40-degree weather is a reason for mass celebration.  Treating the man was the least I could do.

With that said, this one is for all of you who deserve to be treated every once in a while.  And in case it's not obvious, that's everyone.  Yes, even you.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

This is Living

I told myself I wasn't going to blog this week but alas, here I am.