Tuesday, July 29, 2008

yup.

I cut my hair!

No, I didn't cut it, the genius of scissors, Mikal at Art and Science, cut my hair.

I am much happier than this picture shows, but I felt it gave a good view of how short it is:


I told her that I wanted to look like a seven year old boy who had finished the championship game of his little league season and just took off his helmet. That and I told her the only way she could go too short would be if she had shaved my head.

the. haircut. rawks.

I. am. super. psyched.





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Monday, July 28, 2008

Lovely, just lovely

Can I just tell you, I have had the most lovely day today!

I would like to make a list of lovely:

1) I got to sleep in
2) I watched Oprah and cried
3) I found this (thank you fourfour Rich!):


4) I wore a pretty dress
5) I worked outside all day (not too hot, actually, a nice breeze was in the park today)
6) when I got to work, I found out that **Bill Callahan** was giving a concert at the Pritzker Pavillion, which I could hear perfectly
7) My one and only duty at work for the day was to work on a puzzle
8) During my lunch break, I took the puzzle to the lawn and had a lovely shaded lunch time
9) The Minnesota Twins are playing the White Sox, so the game is on TV and I can watch it
10) The Twins are winning
11) I just took mom's squash pie out of the freezer and can now smell the tasty deliciousness as it is heating up in the oven

It's nice to have such a lovely day as I am not looking forward to work the next few days. I had quite an unpleasant experience facilitating my exit. I am soooo looking forward to going back to Eye Spy and would just like to put all of the bad vibes of the last 10 months behind me. Three more days, I can do it! Yes I can!

Anyway, it's like a special kind of sunshine was on me today and I am quite happy about it.

I am now going to work on a sweater that I'm knitting. It has snowflakes and flowers and birds.




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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Rock Rock

I had a lovely weekend at the wedding of Ted and Caroline. I managed to get through the whole weekend without a picture of the wedded ones together so here is a picture of a frog that we rescued during the reception:


It was a really lovely and fun reception. There were only about 80 guests and the wedding and reception were outside. Lovely lovely lovely. I think Ted and Caroline are great. I'm glad I know them. I'm lucky that I know them. I hope I always know them.

So the weekend was great. I went to Louisville to visit a good friend and met her tumor cat:


Then I went to Indiana for the wedding, lovely.

On my way home on Sunday, I stopped at several flea markets, most were really nice, I could just wander about through the booths. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a man who was at least 6'9" 400 lbs got all excited about comparing tattoos. I went to one flea market that made me decidedly uncomfortable due to the sheer number of Confederate flags. But it was funny, at that flea market, I met the nicest old guy. He was immediately kind and helpful and it made me feel not so scared for my life. I ended up buying a bread box to hide my mail and an old make-up case to put knick-knacks in. (in which to put knick-knacks?)

Lovely lovely.

On Monday, I was pooped on by a bird:


On Tuesday, I got three fillings and somehow managed to plan what may be the greatest. reading. ever. (February 12, 2009 Innertown Pub Chicago)

And, big news, I'm thinking of cutting my hair wicked short. It's one of those impulses that I want to satisfy NOW, but because I don't have any time off until next week, the haircut is scheduled for Tuesday. I put a poll over there on the right for you, dear readers to help me decide. Could I rock it? Or would I cry forever?


Got a slew of rejections today. Two were really nice, just said that they'd read the story several times and, in the end, decided it wasn't quite right. One was lame (Smokelong, get a new standard rejection letter) and one was curious and kind.

The editor told me that my story warranted deeper discussion, he made a few suggestions, delicately, so I would know that he wasn't trying to re-write the story. But he said that if I would consider the changes, he would consider the story. The changes were pretty dramatic-to me. So I said thanks, but no thanks. I don't want to be one of those writers who has to explain all of the meaning in her stories. But I really wanted to. Instead, I made note of the fact that this editor, although he didn't love the story as it was, took the time to write a really thought out critique and that I appreciate.

Now, if only someone would send me a kind acceptance letter...





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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Technology, you're a mutha.

After some computer breaking and sad face making, Eclectica is live and on-line!

I've read most of the issue already (I got to take a sneak peek, ha ha) and It's a.w.e.s.o.m.e.

I'm so super psyched to be a part of Eclectica.

It's a kick-ass journal, I'm doing cartwheels.
Right now.

So please, check out Eclectica, you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll do cartwheels too!





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Monday, July 14, 2008

That's what she said/So's your sister

Ah travel. I never take enough pictures, and when I do take out my camera, it's usually during one meal and I end up with a five day vacation (ha! who am I kidding? I haven't had a five day vacation since I was 15, which, upon reflection, is fairly lucky, there are kids who have *never* had a five day vacation, but I digress...) anyway, I end up with pictures from a two hour meal to represent a weekend getaway.

And so it happened again. I went to Long Island for the wedding of a dear college chum. Knowing I would be the only single gal at my table, I sported a very short green dress and patent leather heels. They held up well on the dancefloor (the dress and the heels).


During the bouquet toss, I was literally dragged from my seat by a bridesmaid. When the bouquet was thrown, it began to sail in our direction and both the bridesmaid and I fled the scene, not wanting to be anywhere near the bunch of tulips and roses that symbolized, what exactly?

The next day, I went into the city to hang with my cousin and a couple of friends from Chicago. It was good times.


And, of course, no trip to Brooklyn would be complete without a drink at a dirty bar. Sitting on a bench that maayyyybbbee could give a girl fleas.



And so, at 4:30pm, I had to board a subway train and bid adieu to my lovely weekend on the east coast. I had a blast. I ate miraculously delicious vegan pancakes.


And bought a ridiculous purple polka dotted dress at a Brooklyn thrift store (when in Rome...)

Got to the airport (at about 5:30)....bought the newspaper....and waited.....until 12:30 to board my plane. Ahh delays. Still, it astounds me how easy it is for people to yell at representatives for the airlines. I mean, hey dude, I had to wait an extra four hours too, but I'm not calling the poor Jet Blue ticket agent horrendous names. I mean, the guy's not the pilot, he's not the president or ceo of Jet Blue, he's not the mechanic or the navigator, he's the dude at the counter trying to help you.


Seriously, people are mean! I was walking through the terminal (on my way to get a warm sandwhich--it turned out to be cold lettuce on toasted white bread) behind two flight attendants who had just had their flights cancelled and were chatting about the hurricane that was causing all the cancellations and delays and this random woman comes up and just starts screaming at one of the flight attendants and then random woman says, "I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated."

So, okay, she apologized, but really, it must be so hard to be an employee for an airline. Yeah, I feel sorry for me for having to wait four hours and then having to ride the CTA in a skirt at 3am, but at least I didn't have to work on my feet for those three hours in-between and get ripped a new one by the drunk guy in aisle 17.

So here's to you, anyone in customer service, especially for an airline, I raise my glass of Ginger Ale to thee.




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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Monday, July 07, 2008

The Quoteable Susan B. Hamilton

I was home for the weekend to attend a friend's wedding. (It's wild when you realize that you've been friends with someone for more than half your life.)

There are a couple of fantastic things about going home, wait, three fantastic things about going home:

1) Mom's cooking
2) Looking at my parents and realizing that I have some awesome genes
3) Mom's quotes

Yes, my mom is often unintentionally hilarious. She speaks her mind. Always.

Some highlights:

"You get that from your father, I get swearing from my dad... I've been saying shit more. I've even got your father saying it now."

"Mary was an old egg and she turned out fine."

"I don't know why everything needs a sex scene. I was reading a book and right in the middle there are two pages of sex! I mean, maybe that would have been interesting when I was in high school, but now I just want them to get on with the plot of the book!"

"Shit."


My mom, she's the best. She also was going to give he her photo album from her college days (early 60s) but, alas, I forgot to bring it back with me. shit.


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