Thursday, January 31, 2013

On Not Being Sick.


Ten day swing in Chicago. I'm sorry, what? 
Pic courtesy Monty Montgomery.

The weather in Chicago has been wackadoo lately. A week ago I had the crazy person layered look going on (when you have so many layers on it makes you look slightly unhinged and fragile), early this week my coat was all unzipped and I was fanning my damp self on the train, and today we are back to chilly billy.

There is loads of talk about barometric pressure (something I always blame zits and a bad hair day on) and jokes about how Mother Nature is bipolar (can you imagine if there WAS a Mother Nature and she WAS bipolar? We'd be fucked).

I'm keeping quiet because a. it's annoying to talk about the weather to anyone but strangers during awkward conversations and b. I'm terrified that though I've dodged the flu bullet thus far, the other germ filled shoe will drop and, by dropping, spew out germs all over my face and make me sick.

Wait. AM I terrified? Actually, no. I'm disappointed that I haven't gotten sick. And hopeful that I will.

Because it's actually kind of, just a little bit, awesome to get sick. No fake calling in sick to work because you can't face another day of whatever job you do that destroys your soul. When you're Sick with a capital S, you get to boldly call your boss and hack into the phone and then fall back into a guiltless, paranoid free fevered slumber.



Significant others stroke your brow and bring you ice cream! You can make yourself a little sick bay nest on the couch and do NOTHING ELSE but watch a marathon of anything you want. No one can judge you. No one can look at you the next day and say "Well, you sure got better fast." Because you DON'T get better fast. Cause you are sick as shit, people.

And when you start to feel better and you have your first solid meal or you can go for a feeble but energizing walk around the block after being in bed for two days? That food tastes like magic and that walk makes you feel like a super hero.

Today I had a banana and a multi-vitamin (gummy, obvs), chugged a Nantucket Nectar - the only good juice on the market - and washed my hands every time I went to the ladies. Maybe I'll skip a hand washing tomorrow, or forgo the juice and live a little by being bedridden with a 100 degree temp.

Me, if I'm lucky. 




Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Actually, I've never been here before.

Today is my first post and it's 10 degrees in Chicago. I'm at work wearing leg warmers and a sweater that is causing hair static. So I'm a power player today, obviously.

Last night Jack (the greatest boyfriend) and I got back from 2.75 days on Washington Island, Wisconsin. On the trip I baked cookies, ate venison, drank moonshine and walked on frozen Lake Michigan. Being back today is...challenging. Thus I will contribute nothing but a few images that are warming the cold cockles of my heart and which illustrate how - somehow and without warning - I am way behind the times.


Girls. I think it's brilliant and annoying and stylish and sexy, everything I want in my television. And I love this photo from a mid Season 1 episode. The show makes me miss the very few girlfriends I've ever had (Kelly, I'm thinking of you) and though it doesn't make me miss my 20s because they were messsssed up, it does make me miss the idea of my 20s. The biggest reason I like the show is that, unlike Sex and the City or most television, Girls doesn't make me hate my body, my clothes or my face. 


Pinterest. Holy shit. So, you are saying that instead of BUYING those expensive sweaters I find at La Garconne and ShopBob, I can scratch that itch by just pinning photos of them on my Pinterest boards? This is changing everything. I can post pictures of food and Joseph Gordon-Levitt? It's basically a sticker board, so it's fully awesome. I'm pin-ing: http://pinterest.com/rfons/


Frozen Lake Michigan, sunset. I almost burned an oven full of my aforementioned chocolate chip cookies because I was so taken by what this sunset looked like. If you listen carefully, you can hear the lake ice cracking. This video was taken outside my family's place on Washington Island, and for a minute this weekend, I decided to never leave.


In other news, I think I'm going to get bangs again. Cause side swept only works part of the time, half of the time.