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June 2007 archivesThursday, June 28, 2007
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now ...
Before You Were Born If I asked real sweet would you take a ride with me I knew you before you were born Mile markers made out of rows of white birch trees I knew you before you were born The paper moon in the tree branch blue sky is cold and brittle on an October night
The other night, as The Boy and I made our way to the grocery store, we passed a couple of teenagers crossing Belmont, hand-in-hand. We're cut from the same cloth, The Boy and I, and it took each of us all of a second to see those kids and not immediately get wistful and romantic about what it meant to be that age, at this time of year. "Being in love in the summer as an adult isn't as much fun," I said, before remembering that I was in the car with the man with whom I am in love. I am not particularly smooth, and he tends to forgive these transgressions. Besides, he knew what I meant. The Boy gave me Rocky Votolato's "The Brag & Cuss," a month or so ago as he thought Votolato would be someone I'd enjoy. The album was sitting around his office, and The Boy is very generous when it comes to sharing such free gems with me. When I was sick a couple of weeks ago, he not only brought me orange juice but also Pearl Jam's "Live at the Gorge 05/06," a seven-disc set of awesomeness, filled with songs I have already listened to a million times over but all of which I can never grow weary. The Boy knows this and is always on the lookout for such things. I have little reminders of how well he knows me all over my house. Anyway, I got so caught up in the Rick Astley Frenzy of '07 that I forgotten that I'd uploaded this charming CD until today. And this song came on and every single aspect of it reminds me of that carefree kind of love that you're suspended in when you're a kid and, if you're blessed enough, to grab bits and pieces of as an adult while making your way to the Jewel or getting over a nasty head cold. Posted by Erin at 01:50 PM | | filed under: iPod Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Can I get an "Amen?"
"Just lose the mullet, for the love of little green apples. You're KILLING my adolescent fantasies. Just because you're a "writer" now, or whatever, does not allow you to disregard the Holy Covenant of Hotness, which says that if you are hot, you owe it to society -- nay, THE WORLD -- to UPHOLD YOUR HOTNESS so as to bring succor to the bummed out of the world." Jessica, Go Fug Yourself, Fug Poets Society Seriously. What happened to him? Posted by Erin at 09:51 PM | | filed under: Blog move Thursday, June 21, 2007
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now ...
The Con I listened in Calm down, I'm calling you to say Spelled out your name and list the reasons faint of heart Calm down, I'm calling you to say Encircle me I need to be Well nobody likes to but Encircle me I need to be
Oh my God. My friend, Jenni, sent me this and another track off of the soon-to-be-released Tegan and Sara and holy crap. I cannot stop listening. It's ridiculous. I blame Jenni. I'm having a very hard time being patient for the July 24 release. This feels like a theme song, a barabic yawp ... it's incredibly awesome. It makes me wish I was angry and overcoming something huge in my life because then I could find a way to appreciate it even more. We're not going to see Tegan and Sara when they roll through town because tickets are ridiculously expensive. Jenni and I were less than pleased. The last time we saw the girls, in the Fall of 2005, at the Metro, our worlds were very different places and tickets only cost us $20. If that. I remember that night. Everything was changing. For everyone around me. I was getting frantic phone calls from friends. I was reading waay too much into the drunken scribblings on bathroom stall doors because I was looking for anything, something, someone, to point me into the direction I needed to be going in because I couldn't manage it myself. I was very unsettled. It all felt like I was living inside of snow globe that was being perpetually shaken. I drank a lot. During this time, I went through three, full-sized bottles of whiskey in about a month, on my own. I don't recommend that method of coping to anyone. You end up gaining 20 pounds and it will take you forever to get it off. Last night, as we took a long walk after dinner through my neighborhood, Glinny in tow, taking in all of the beautiful noise being made by everyone around us, talking about how our day went, I realized that I was OK again. My life has a gentle rhythm to it and it's peaceful and lovely and I fought hard to get it this way. However, I can't listen to that Tegan and Sara album without remembering so vividly the fight, so I don't listen to it often. At some point, I made the decision that I had to forgive myself and get on with it all. "Forget, forgotten, I am moving past this/giving notice/I have to go" Maybe it's apt after all. Posted by Erin at 12:23 PM | | filed under: iPod Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Quick Tip for Animal Lovers
From Robyn's site: "I wanted to tell you to please let your readers know about heat stroke in animals. Yesterday I received a phone call from my 14 year old that one of our beloved dogs was dead. I raced home to see if I could figure out what had happened and was convinced that she was poisoned. We took her to the vet and they did a necropsy (sp) (autopsy on animals) and determined that it was heat stroke. She was healthy, had plenty of water, and was used to being outside. The temp outside was only about 85. The vet said she got over excited and couldn't cool herself down. Here's the bad part, if we had known something was wrong all we had to do was hose her down to cool her off. Please let your readers know about this silent killer due to the hot summer we are expected to have. The vet also said that heat stroke can kill in less than 20 min. FYI (information found here): In case of an emergency, it's important to be able to identify the symptoms of heat stress caused by exposure to extreme temperatures. Check the animal for signs of heavy panting, glazed eyes, a rapid heartbeat, restlessness, excessive thirst, lethargy, fever, dizziness, lack of coordination, profuse salivation, vomiting, a deep red or purple tongue, and unconsciousness. If the animal shows symptoms of heatstroke, take steps to gradually lower her body temperature immediately. Follow these tips, and it could save her life: * Move the animal into the shade or an air-conditioned area. And probably it goes without saying, but just in case: pleasepleaseplease don't leave your pet in a closed-up vehicle, even if you just need to run inside a store for a minute. Cars heat up far faster than you'd expect, and you don't want to come back to your car to find a suffering or (god forbid) dead animal." Posted by Erin at 12:05 PM | | filed under: Glin Saturday, June 16, 2007
BlogHer Ideas ...
While I won't be attending any of the BlogHer Conference '07 events, I have heard from some people who are going, and I will be meeting up with old and new friends alike. I know someone people have been pointed towards my site for ideas when visiting our fair city, and while I like to think I yap on about some cool places, I'm certainly no way a definitive source. But you know who is? I'm a little biased - Full Disclosure: the Sun-Times News Group, by whom I am employed, owns Centerstage- but I wouldn't steer you towards it if I didn't think it serves as an excellent and user-friendly resource for All Things Chicago. Everything and anything you could possibly need and or want is all there for you. Posted by Erin at 01:22 PM | | filed under: Chicago Snort
I'm just recovering from one of the gnarliest head colds I've had in ages. Every summer - and it all can be directly attributed to my allergies - I get knocked on my butt a couple of times to where I can't breathe, sleep or do much of anything other than be super sick. Allergy sufferers probably feel me on this. It's as though my allergies and a cold met over dirty Sapphire martinis at pretty decent bar around the corner and before you know it they were closing Tai's Till 4 and making out on a bus bench until the wee hours. All bedraggled and dirty and shameless. Having closed Tai's back in my younger days and made out on a bus bench afterwards, I know of what I speak. To make matters worse, until yesterday I was without air conditioning. I woke up at 7:30 yesterday morning and, despite needing to be armed with a purse full of tissues, made a citywide search for the exact 10,000 BTU window air unit I wanted and guess what? It took three stores and the help on the nice Irish contractor building the fancypants house across the street from me, but as of right now, Glin Pup and I are enjoying the wonders of chilly temperatures again. I will not, as I did last year, be so cavalier with this air conditioner as to let Glin get anywhere near the cord where she can promptly chew it up. Damn dog. Posted by Erin at 01:07 PM | | filed under: Odds and ends Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Best Story Ever
"We are two young women who are coming from America to get married, have it scheduled for this Friday and are looking for two volunteers to serve as witnesses at the ceremony at 6pm. It should be very brief ..." - A Craigslist Wedding, The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century Posted by Erin at 08:49 AM | | filed under: Blog move Monday, June 11, 2007
Overheard Over the Weekend
"Is that yogurt and almonds?" "Yes ... I'm making a protein smoothie. *pause* Would you like one?" "Yes I would! Thank you." Pulls out all of the ingredients for said smoothie. Smoothie made. Thirty minutes elapse. Someone heads towards the kitchen sink with a half-glass of smoothie, a quasi-disgusted look on his face. "You don't have like it you know." "Um, I know." Chugging of smoothie ensues. "It just tastes ... kinda of strange." "Well, it's tofu, soy milk and ..." "WHAT?! Was that what I was drinking? Oh yuck!" With the exception of work on Saturday, I was barely at my computer this weekend. Things started off with the Chicagoist anniversary party on Thursday, which made The Boy and I simultaneously nostalgic and glad that the responsibilities for coordinating such an event no longer fall to us. Putting together Chicagoist events used to account for a good percentage of our free time, time that we now spend watching TV and obsessing over work. There were lunches with friends, dog beach for Glin, dinner and barbecues with assorted members of The Boy's family, drinks with my girlfriends (which included The Boy instructing them all on how to play Bags), and the Chicago Cares Serve-a-Thon. I had such an amazing time, and even though we were a little overwhelmed by all of the paint fumes by day's end, we could not have been happier with what we were able to accomplish. (Confidential to M. Wade: email me, would you? I'd like to thank you properly!) But the best thing, probably out of an entire weekend of fun, was minutes after I explained to my girlfriends to fly right since my bosses were on our volunteer team, Candace thwacks John Cruickshank's arm with the water bottle she was absentmindedly tossing about as she told us all some story. He didn't seem to mind, and I still have a job. He gave us both the thumb's up sign later on in the day so I'm not too worried. Still, next year I'm keeping Candace away from all water bottles and assorted objects. Posted by Erin at 07:13 AM | | filed under: Odds and ends Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Everyone play along!
Upon checking my referral logs, I noticed that someone did a Google search using this phrase and ended up here at ejshea.com: This, of course, begs some very serious, thoughtful answers and I implore you all to chime in and provide some for our searcher. I'll start: 1) Give you up. Your turn*! *Comments will of course be moderated and shut down after a few days. UPDATE! Bonus rickroll! Courtesy of The Boy. Posted by Erin at 12:33 PM | Comments (23) | filed under: Random Stupidity Good morning!
Posted by Erin at 09:36 AM | | filed under: Glin Monday, June 04, 2007
Find this mother ...
... and neuter her. And then lock her up. If this is truly real, and God help me if it is, this woman is evil and must be destroyed. I'm speechless. Posted by Erin at 01:05 PM | | filed under: Random Stupidity Saturday, June 02, 2007
Yay Rachelle!
It's always kind of exciting when your friends are a part of something really fantastic. I remember when Rachelle was offered the job at Chicago-based FeedBurner, and we were, for reasons I can't remember now, standing in a bathroom at some bar discussing whether or not she should take the job. I was all for it, basically because FeedBurner was clearly going somewhere. It took her all of maybe a day to accept the position and I know the job, while crazy and demanding, has been a fantastic move for her and one she's really proud of. She loves the people with whom she works, even if she's surrounded by smelly boys all day. Yay Rachelle! Yay FeedBurner! Posted by Erin at 03:42 PM | | filed under: Odds and ends Girls' Weekend ...
... well, for me, Girls' Friday. I had to work on Saturday.
Suzie, Sara, Jamie and Katie (and the aforementioned Jen's) are the wives of some of The Boy's closest friends, this particular group stemming from high school. Some of the ladies went to college with The Boy's best friend and two ended up marrying within that particular circle of guys. Everyone else was basically grandfathered in. This, not surprisingly, has made them all very close. When we first met last year at Jenny's wedding, I was particularly nervous as a result. Coming into a weekend with women who have been that close, for that long, would have anyone intimidated. By the end of the weekend, it was as if I'd gone to college with them, too. They were all so welcoming and kind, smart and funny, interesting and warm. All the qualities you want in friends. They're lovely women, and I feel really blessed to have met them. I'm only sad that I'm missing the Mexican fiesta this evening. Posted by Erin at 11:42 AM | | filed under: Odds and ends Friday, June 01, 2007
Ow
My God, you guys, if you learn nothing from the myriad mistakes documented here, let it be my dental-related nightmares.
If you look at the picture I just took - excuse the big, massive hair that hasn't been washed in two days or seen a brush in almost as long - you can tell where my mouth is slack. SLACK! Look at that! And I took a few Advil to stave off some of the inevitable soreness but I had a hard time drinking water without it falling out of my mouth. Ahhhh. Neglect. See what happens? You become a drooler. I have another round next week and then the week after that is my first root canal. Someday I will look back on all of this and laugh but for now I'm just going to whine about how much it hurts. I finally picked up my new glasses, which are pretty similar to my old ones. I go back and forth about glasses, switching off every couple of years or so. They're a little different in that they're more rectangular shaped than the old ones plus? With these I can actually see again. They've been sitting at my eye doctor's office for about two months now. Taking care of All-Things-Health-Related is slow going, but I'm getting better. I'm excited about this weekend - an evening with some new(ish) girlfriends in the south suburbs which includes a winery and mini golf; Bikram yoga; a 5K with Shelane; lunch with The Boy's family and the aforementioned movie. I'm trying to motivate myself to go and pick up my prescriptions and get groceries for the week but so far I have been unsuccessful. All I know right now is if my mouth starts cooperating by at least 6 p.m. I'll be happy. Posted by Erin at 12:51 PM | | filed under: Odds and ends |
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