Thursday, March 31, 2005
Yes, this is my latest shoe purchase and I'm digging 'em. These Puma's are totally comfortable and support the arch like a dream. Buy them. They're cool.
While this toaster may look cool, it isn't. Two weeks after I bought it, the display lights in front (the ones that indicate if you want to warm something, as opposed to toast it, or that you want to toast a bagel, etc.) went wonky on me. Every morning the "warm" button is on and won't turn off. Half the time I have to uplug it to reset the lights for proper toasting of my oh so important toast!
Word to the wise: if you must buy this, keep the receipt! |
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
What they don't tell you in the swanky salon, as they whisk you off into the private little nook of stickiness (that would be the wax) and pain (that would be the pulling out of hairs from a sensitive place) and then charge you $34 dollars for, is that grow-out is a bitch. An itchy bitch.
Back in highschool, my friend and I went through a hippy phase where we stopped shaving our legs for a few months. What soon ensued was a painful tugging of the now free-to-grow leg hairs. My socks were the things doing all of the tugging because the hairs were penetrating into the fabric of the socks, which would pull the hair with every step I took. Ouch.
But let me tell you, people, that's nothing compared to the pain of hair tuggage in the nether region, if you know what I mean. Maybe going without underwear isn't such a bad idea after all. |
Monday, March 28, 2005
One of the things that I HATE about Chicago is the parking situation. You know, it's street parking where you take what you can find, and if you can't find it you have to park 5 blocks away and walk in the dark with all the crazies coming after you. Well, last night we're sleeping peacefully (especially Huz, who has been sick all weekend) and dreaming and all of these things, when we get violently woken up by the loud-ass doorbuzzer at midnight.* The disturber of peace was our 3rd floor neighbor. Said neighbor is really fat and, therefore, deems a zoned handicapped parking spot in front of the building necessary.** We park behind her zone all the time, but last night some loser parked too far into her zone from the other end and she couldn't park. Because she knows our car, she woke us up and asked us to move. Ug. Someday we'll have a parking lot, or even better, a driveway.
Another thing I hate is trying to lug bags and bags of groceries up 3 flights of stairs from wherever we were able to park. My fingertips turn the brightest white I've ever seen when they are being choked of blood by the heavy plastic bag handles.
And finally, another thing that I find irksome is the crazy lady who lives below us. Should I be concerned that right now I can hear her going, "KKKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"? What about the time I heard her scream, "What are you doing to me...what are you doing to me!?!?"? The freaky thing is that she lives alone and was, undoubtedly, talking to herself. shudder
Ah, Chicago. What a place.
*No, I'm not kidding. Even when I'm fully awake this thing gives me heart palpitations because it's so damn loud.
**Yeah, sometimes I'm mean.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
How To Woo Mom:
Every time Mom sits on the couch, jump on her lap immediately (the goal here is to get on her while she is still shifting her weight and reaching for the book or remote on the coffee table). Next, get up real close to her face so she can talk to you like you're a baby and kiss your forehead. Next, circle, circle, circle around and around on her lap/stomach/leg (whatever happens to be under you at the time) until comfortable and until her bladder is adequately stimulated for drainage, then lie down and sleep soundly for 45 minutes while Mom squints and quietly moans with the pain of having to pee, but not wanting to disturb you, the purring pal, on her lap. Repeat daily.
(This cat advice post was inspired by http://bloggochicago.blogs.com/catobloggo/. Thanks for the idea.)|
Friday, March 25, 2005
I thought I might share some of my black and white photos with you that I've been doing for my photography class. I developed and processed these babies from start to finish, which is totally fun to do. Maybe I'll make my own darkroom when we move to Nashville - I can totally see myself doing it as a hobby (one of MANY).
This is my mailbox in the entrance of my apartment building.
One of the reasons that I love Chicago so much is the rich architecture and history. Our apartment building, for example, was built in the 1920s and is full of character with a hardwood floor, plaster walls, high ceilings and glass doorknobs. This is a building on my street, which I refer to as "The Castle Building." Somebody in my photo class said it looks like Santa's house, minus the apartment buzzer.
This picture makes me smile because it's of a close friend of mine, who had difficulty conceiving and tried for several years. Thankfully, after she and her husband went through in vitro (which was not an easy decision to make) she successfully got pregnant. She's due in May and I couldn't be more happy for her!
I'll share more later. Let me know what you think of 'em. |
Wednesday, March 23, 2005Huz take all the credit for taking them (ok, he took about half of them, but still).
*I'm not some random South-hater just for the hell of it. I do have reasons for my antipathy, which you can read here.
(While I wait for Flickr to upload, I just want to say that it's kind of creepy when my cat comes into the study behind me and the only reason I know it is because the wood floor creaks under her gluttonous 6 1/2 pound weight. *shudder*)
Ok, anyway, back to the slide show (my Dad used to do those for the family - I loved that).
These first two are proof of the Southness of Nashville - what more can I say?
This is the stairwell in the Religion Department building on-campus and, yes, yours truly took it. Thank you.
No, I'm not a Lord of the Rings nerd (like some of my friends - whoo boy! I was invited to Bilbo's Birthday once and I sat next to some serious LOTR nerds, let me tell you!), but this screams for LOTR recognition. I thought about photoshopping The Eye in, but I don't have time, people!
And this is a random picture of Friend K at my birthday celebration with gum on her pants.
All in all, our trip down South went very well. We met a group of wonderful people that I look forward to befriending and we got a lay of the land so that we can research apartments from afar better. Things are all falling into place for us, so I feel it's the right thing for us to do and that's a good feeling.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Here's Huz celebrating at Vandy (as it's locally known) where he was accepted for his Ph.D. in Theology. I knew you could do it, babe! | |
Thursday, March 17, 2005
I'm eating lunch quickly and then am off to Marshall Field's to buy a luggage set (ours is a motley crew variety, all of which are broken in some way or another). We musn't go to Nashville looking all shabby with torn, wobbly suitcases in tow, now should we? Nonono. (Plus, we're going to Belgium this summer to visit my sister* and need some decent baggage.)
*This is my lovely younger sister, who lives in Belgium. No, she's not really a prostitute - she was an extra in a local film. |
It's funny how having a blog changes you - no, not in some life changing, religious way, silly - but I found myself making breakfast and hoping that something would go terribly wrong so that I could report it to my vast readership (ha. ha.). I was stick-blending some whipping cream (which, I must say is my absolute favorite over oatmeal in the morning) and found myself halfway hoping that it would explode all over the kitchen, just so that I could make a funny rendition of it here. Well, that didn't happen; I just whipped it and ate it. I did clean out the frig that was full of not-so-fresh leftovers, though. Wow! The excitement!
I'll let you all (notice it's you all, not y'all) know how Nashville is when we get back in a few days - until then! |
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
My grandma had a stroke yesterday and it brought on several feelings. The first was one a gratefulness - not that she had a stroke, mind you, but that we had just had a long (and rare) phone conversation a few days prior. In this conversation, I shared with her that I was graduating with honors in May and that Huz had been accepted to Vanderbilt with a full-ride for his Ph.D. She told me how proud she was of us, despite the doubts we gave her by marrying at the tender ages of 18 & 20. That meant a lot to me. I hear those words ("I'm proud of you") all the time from Huz, but to hear it from family, whom I feel I let down, means a lot. My Dad also said it recently in a heart-felt birthday card that he sent me. I cried when I read it, actually.
My other feeling upon hearing about grandma was one of isolation. I don't regret marrying Huz or traveling all over for our educational goals, but there is a sacrifice of family involved. Leaving the house and getting hitched at 18 will do that to you. I recently did a family tree project for a class, which made me realize how little I really do know my family and that saddens me. I just hope that I can get to know them all better (and vice versa) by making the best of my yearly visits home and by phoning/emailing more often since I won't be moving back home anytime soon (or at all).
By the way, grandma's okay. Thanks for asking.
That's all for now, dear Internet(s). If you're reading, drop me a line. |
Sunday, March 13, 2005here and have made it for many parties since, always with great reception from noshers (do you know that I almost spelled that with a "g" in front - like gnome!? Ha Ha). Anyway...
Spinach Artichoke Dip
8oz. pkg cream cheese
1/4 c. mayo
1/4 c. parmesan cheese, grated
1/4 c. romano cheese, grated
1 garlic clove, minced
1 TBS. dried basil
1/4 tsp. salt
14 oz. can artichoke hearts, drained & chopped
1/2 c. spinach, chopped (if frozen, thaw and drain well)
1/4 c. mozzerella cheese, grated
Bring cream cheese to room temp. and cream together with mayo, parmesan, romano, garlic, basil & salt. Add artichokes and spinach - mix until blended. Pour into baking dish sprayed with oil and top with mozzarella. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 min., or until browned. Serve with slices of french bread.
Also, some may want the punch recipe from last night (I didn't get any compliments on it, mind you, but it was nearly gone so I take it it was ok). I have no idea where I got this recipe - I was doing punch recipe searches 2 years ago for Huz's graduation party.
Mock Champagne Punch
2 46 oz. cans pineapple juice
juice of 8 lemons and 3 limes
2 c. sugar
4 qt. gingerale (dry)
2 qt. sparkling soda
Pour together over ice and garnish with sliced lemons or limes. (Notice: this amount would make a crapload of punch - I quartered it for this crowd and it was just enough.) |
Here's the bartender and his assistant, anxiously awaiting for guests to arrive.
My Friends B,K, and M. Don't even ask what we were talking about, I'll never tell!
Here's Friend D and Huz, taking a break from the bar.
Every cocktail party needs a well-stocked bar.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Later, she's so tired from all the galloping and leaping (I go to the bathroom a lot, people), she zonks out in her bed with Dad.
First, my dearest and I went to Salpicon and enjoyed some upscale mexican food, which included a smooth 'rita for me and a tequila flight for him.
Later, we went to the Grand Luxe Cafe to meet friends for drinks and dessert. The line was horendous and, so, here we are TWO and a HALF hours later, finally at our frikin' table!