Thursday, July 31, 2008

Mmmm Crest, Gleem or Colgate

One of my favorite websites ever:


They are like you and occasionally have their bad days, but overall, hilarious.

Fan Follow Up

For the record, Steve Bartman did not show up.

And neither did I.

K sees all kinds

Intriguing people I've seen while riding public transportation lately:

Spotted July 30 at 5:24pm - Woman wearing a shirt that bore a striking resemblance to the floral pattern on my flannel sheets

Spotted July 30 at 5:28pm - Very angry woman with a cool silver and hot pink necklace when I accidentally stepped on her toe after being tossed around on the EL (I did apologize...twice)

Spotted July 30 at 5:41pm - Woman wearing one ring on each one of her fingers (imagine that ring picking process - that's what I call diligence)

Spotted July 31 at 8:23am - Safari Steve smiling to himself with a Bic pen behind his ear

People watching should be a sport.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Cracked Rear View

I had forgotten not only how happy concerts make me, but how happy outdoor concerts make me. After gracing Ravinia with our presence again (it had been at least three years for me and 24 years for J), it felt so good to be back. And to come back to Hootie & the Blowfish! Even better.

The concert started with a bang and a "I Go Blind" and we were hooked. He played it all - all the cliche hits from 1994 which you just can't help but love. They also mixed in some "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M. and "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis. Can you say AMAZING? Towards the end, I stated (probably too loud due to the mass quantity of red wine we consumed) that I hoped they played my favorite cover...and naturally, they did not disappoint - Turns out "I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You" is even better live!

Needless to say, long live Hootie! They will always hold a place in my heart and my CD player.

Pictured: K, M, moi and J, all enjoying the song in their own special way

Friday, July 25, 2008

Hot (corn)dog!

Last weekend, I was at a street festival with a friend from out of town. After circling our food options (it is hard to pass up the ever-growing elephant ear with powdered sugar), we ended up at the corn dog stand.


I had forgotten how delicious corn dogs are when you only have them once every sixteen and a half years. We were treated to a deep-fried Oreo before our dog and whoa, my eyes were opened even wider.

Between the ore
o and the corn dog, I have fulfilled my fried food goods fill for the next 16.5 years of my life, but OH were they worth it!

Because really, sometimes you just want a corn dog.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Media: A Fan's Best Friend

Even as a Cubs fan (through thick and thin), I still have a hard time blaming Steve Bartman for the downfall of the Cubs/Marlins' series back in 2003. It takes a combination of things to lose a game and whether that was the instant to change the game, maybe it was. But hey, everything happens for a reason, right?

Five years and $25,000 later, Chicago wants Steve Bartman back.

After all the death threats and cruel words directed at him, the city he so dearly loved and who quickly ran him out wants him to come back to sign his name on a photograph of the actual event. He doesn't even need to sign the ball; just prove his identity and sign a picture.

Call me crazy, but leave the poor guy alone. However, even as I typed that, I do wonder whether I will be standing in the Rosemont Convention Center at 1p on July 31, awaiting the man made famous for simply being a larger than life fan...

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Free Your Mind Then Write About It

Michele: Oh, okay. Um, I invented Post-Its.
Christie: No offense, Michele, but how in the world did you think of Post-Its?
Michele: Uh...
Romy: And I thought of them completely by myself. I mean, all Michele did was say: 'What about making them yellow?'
Michele: Actually I invented a special kind of glue.
Christie: Oh really? Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving us a detailed account of exactly how you concocted this miracle glue, would you?
Michele: No. Um, well, ordinarily when you make glue first you need to thermoset your resin and then after it cools you have to mix in an epoxide, which is really just a fancy-schmancy name for any simple oxygenated adhesive, right? And then I thought maybe, just maybe, you could raise the viscosity by adding a complex glucose derivative during the emulsification process and it turns out I was right.

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In high school, I would drive and park in a church parking lot about seven minutes from school to cut the walk down (and avoid paying for parking). One afternoon, I came back to my car and found a note attached to my windshield: "God knows what you are doing!" I was shocked and I felt so guilty. Granted I found out later that afternoon it was simply a friend playing a joke.

Passive Aggressive note leaving

There are still people who leave post-it notes, expressing their thoughts/feelings and these notes make for great entertainment.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Read the door

Sometimes the most inspiring quotes are found in the oddest places.

Last Friday, C, M and I were sitting in the "Coffee House" in Willow Springs, Illinois during a particularly hard time. C ran upstairs and came back down to share a quote she found on the back of the bathroom door. It's stuck with me:

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to's about learning to dance in the rain.

Even when "everything happens for a reason" doesn't seem to justify a situation and life is completely unfair, you have to keep believing because belief is all we have. Later that day, C saw a rainbow, what she called the rainbow of hope...probably brought about by the dancing.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Ah, the chocolate drug

With each EL train ride I take, overheard conversations continue to amaze me.

Sunday, July 13; 10:34pm:

-- Two Portillo's workers hop on the blue line, chatting informally when one announces, "I made brownies last night. Then I traded them for weed."

-- Following this statement, an overserved man then boarded the train [solo] and sat behind us, repeating to himself, "That was AMAZING. Oh man, that was good. INSANE! What an experience!" He was so excited about whatever happened that we almost wanted to ask him what kind of experience he just had, but we didn't. Safety first, afterall.