tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57336122011-04-21T17:11:54.650-05:00I'm back! Now what?dayonenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1145403003777426362006-04-18T18:28:00.000-05:002006-04-18T18:30:03.786-05:00

It's time to get my name out of this thing and to start posting again. If you read this and want to know where I've moved, drop me a line at ewbarnhart@gmail.com and I'll give you the new address. Thanks for reading!

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This morning I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror getting ready for work. I don't know if the light hit me just right or what but I discovered I have:1) big, dark circles under both eyes2) 2 chins3) one eyebrow is longer than the otherThat is all.

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and go to www.gizoogle.comSearch any reputable website. Laugh. Repeat.

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Ok my last post was the last post about my lady parts. I'm getting emails from folks concerned for me, which is so nice but strange when you think about what's concerning people. My hoohah.This evil exam let me know that all is where its' supposed to be a looks like it's working. Let's leave it at that folks.I know I just said no more talk of my privates but seriously, if I'm given a copy of the

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1140716335813114142006-02-23T11:37:00.000-06:002006-02-23T11:38:55.823-06:00

I'm having dye shot up my hoohah today so someone (probably a dude) can take x-rays of my internal business. Yeah, I know, too much information. Just wanted to give you something to think about if you're having a bad day.

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Our neighbor is filthy. That's why we have bugs. I mean filthy to the point that the building manager is taking photos of her place to (I think) make a case for evicting her. I don't even know the lady but would sleep soundly at night if she were homeless (meaning she would not longer be my neighbor). I am going to hell for that but she's filthy.Filthy.

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Lovely day chock full of crappy ass work day and meaningless meetings. I did get a natalie dee card from my favorite Natalie D (who will always be my Valentine). Meat fest at the Kinzie chop house (crabcakes, salad w/bleu cheese & duck confit, 8oz filet medium rare with mashed potatoes and crab stuffed tiger shrimp followed by flourless chocolate cake). Cake not as good as my permanent valentines

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1139523035841508002006-02-09T15:55:00.000-06:002006-02-09T16:10:35.910-06:00

I took yesterday off so that David wouldn't be alone as the apartment was being napalmed. We gathered another 5 loads of laundry, ziplocked all our meds and unsecured food and stripped the beds. The exterminator showed up @9:30 and told us some horror stories about bedbugs in the Chicago metro area. I tell you one thing, people keep telling me that having bedbugs isn't a reflection on our level

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1139327891723011432006-02-07T09:43:00.000-06:002006-02-07T09:58:11.800-06:00

David is back and was welcomed home by me stopping him at the door to strip. Sounds kinky, no? Unfortunately it wasn't for 'fun' but I couldn't let him bring potentially more bugs into an apartment that had already filled its bug quotient for the year. We took all his stuff from his trip and stuck it in the bathroom so we could bomb it. I did 5 loads of laundry on Saturday. I don't think I do 5

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1138991549102713782006-02-03T12:27:00.000-06:002006-02-03T12:32:29.116-06:00

I haven’t even read the new Stephen King book but last night I had dreams of crazy zombie folks trying to root out the last remaining ‘normal’ folk. I was holed up in some house with a bunch of people and we were trying to figure out how to get from point A to point B undetected. I tell you one thing, traveling by car is not a good way to keep zombies from noticing you. I guess they're the undead

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I either convinced myself that riding the bus is fun or I was delusional. I had my bosses car for a couple of weeks in January and I took to driving myself to and from work. It cut down my commute from 1:15-1:30 to 20 minutes tops. And that included finding a parking space in Lincoln Park. Yowza. But now I'm back on the bus(es).I do enjoy the solitude of riding the 6 down lakeshore but that's

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I come to work every morning and delete upwards of 30-50 emails from my mailbox. 95% of them are for levitra, Viagra or cialis. I…DON’T…GIVE…A…SHIT…ABOUT…ERECTILE…DYSFUNCTION Stop emailing me. I work at a seminary for christ’s sake. The last thing I want to think about is penis while I’m at work. Plus my husband is 35...and trust me, we don’t need yer damn drugs.

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I called Discover card yesterday to see if they would lower my APR. It's currently 11.3 % or something like that and that's simply not acceptable. I got a Discover card when I started college way back in 1991. Most places didn't even take this damn card back then. They offer you a minor cashback bonus which for me amounted to a check at the end of the year of maybe $2.31. I'm not sure I even

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1138049377622807492006-01-23T14:44:00.000-06:002006-01-23T14:49:37.640-06:00

I mentioned David is gone but I failed to say where and for how long.The congo...two weeks. It would be awesome if they called him Guero there...although I'm sure there is a Congo-inspired French equivalent.

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I discovered something this weekend; When David is out of town, I don't eat. It's not intentional as I love to eat as evidenced by my combo birthday dinner at a Korean bar in K-town. I took at least one of everything that passed me...even if I already had two on my plate. When David was engaged in conversation with other people I'd put food on his plate, only to eat it myself later. David can't

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1137165826787762732006-01-13T09:16:00.000-06:002006-01-13T09:23:46.796-06:00

Steppenwolf Theatre is stalking me. For the past month I realized that someone from the same number was calling me every other evening between the hours of 6:30 and 8:00 pm. Most of the time I'd miss the call. But when I did answer, whomever it was would just hang up. Of course it took me two weeks to decide to call this person back. Imagine my surprise when I got voicemail for Steppenwolf

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I've been wasting time at work trying to figure out what my next move will be. I heard this story on NPR last week about the differences between the Baby Boomer generation and Gen Y. The boomers got jobs expecting to work them until they retired. They fully expected to work the same job for 40 years or more. Gen Y folks bounce from position to position - staying at a job for more than 3 years is

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Hello Christmas. Goodbye Christmas. It was fun and thank god it's over. Then again, what's to look forward to? Oh yeah, summer. It was a nice Christmas though. The Barnharts came up to Chicago and we ate and ate and saw some good theatre. God willing we'll be out of this city by summer and it would've been a shame to have missed out on Chicago theatre. But now the Steppenwolf Theatre is stalking

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I don't even write any more. The thing taking up most of my time lately? Cutting off my split ends at work. Blow drying your hair straight takes forever and apparently wrecks your hair. I've written 40 Christmas cards to people I either don't know or barely know. I have to knit 3 scarves between now and Sunday and they are all only half finished. Biggest accomplishment of this past weekend was

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i'm sitting at work searching through my hair for split ends. When I find one, I snip it off. It's time for vacation.

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I may have mentioned that my mom now closes all our phone conversations by asking me, in Korean, if I have a baby (if I'm pregnant). Well last night when she asked, she started probing. How long you been off the pill? Are you doing 'it' enough? Who doesn't love having these conversations with their mom? After taking down my gynecological history for the past 3 years she came to the conclusion

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1131047592946212702005-11-03T13:37:00.000-06:002005-11-03T13:53:13.020-06:00

So I spent last week in North Carolina working graduate school fairs. There is nothing more depressing (I mean rewarding...rewarding!!!) than talking to people about their future educational plans when what you should really be doing is making your own. Not that I plan to enroll in seminary or anything.Anyway, I was given a picture perfect example of the maybe profound and maybe minor difference

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I haven't posted in forever and haven't really felt like it, but today I made the mistake of reading the paper. Now I like Halloween but it's not my ultimate holiday or anything. Anyway, in the paper today, some lady had actually had halloween cards made. The card was a picture of her dog in a darth vadar costume & the caption read, "may the force be woof you." Cute? Maybe. Paper-worthy? No.

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I'm in southern illinois...or maybe it's middle illinois. Whatever. I'm sure it's all the same. Anyway, I tried to pick David up from O'Hare last Saturday and couldn't manage to find him. O'Hare confuses me. But he's here and we totally love each other so it's ok. I was due to travel this week for work and because we've been separated for so long, I had him come with me. So he logs video while

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or How I Learned to Stop Worrying About His Safety Because He Sends Me Text Messages.David has a cell phone in Indonesia and even if I don't talk to him, we can keep up. What follows is a selection of barney gems. I am convinced that I could not have married anyone else. 9/7 you damn cute! I wish I could squeeze you!9/7 I squeeeeze u like kwaaaazeeeee!9/8 good morning honey bunny. It is humid and

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My mother-in-law called me last Thursday (her anniversary no less). She's currently in Hawaii with her husband and her parents on vacation. It's a cruise/hawaiian sleepover thing. Anyway, she called all excited saying, "there are a lot of people here that look like you!" Is that not the most awesome thing ever?

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I’m proud to say I live in a country where the generosity of its citizens is immeasurable. Americans can always be counted on to give when it is needed. They can be counted on to do whatever is asked of them to help. No matter how angry I get at the people that live in this country they always come through. People with bills and problems of their own are lining up to give blood and donate food,

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You ever work with someone that just takes the cake? Someone you don't particularly like but you're nice to them just cause it's the considerate/professional thing to do but you really can't stand them cause they're unprofessional and a big fucking bitch? No? It's just me then.

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Hey everybody! Don't panic, Dave's ok. He wasn't flying today and wasn't too too close to where the plane went down. But he will be flying a couple more times in country so I'm not so happy with the entire country of Indonesia right now. Not that it's their fault. This being at home while your husband travels for 5 weeks is for the fucking birds.

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I have a cold. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal but I haven't had a cold since I was in college...seriously, it's been like 10 years since I was last sick. I attribute it to an opportunistic bug that got me cause I've been working too much over the last 3 weeks and not dosing up with vitamin C like i usually do when i get run down. Of course, people at work like to say it's because David is

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This morning as I got off the bus, I saw a gerbil-sized baby squirrel sleeping (or faking death) under a tree. There was an adult squirrel running around being, well, squirrely. I got off the bus & just stared at the baby squirrel thinking, "some cat is gonna come along and eat that." As I walked off the adult squirrel started poking at the baby until it opened its eyes. Then it picked it up and

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David left on Saturday for Indonesia. I knew I'd miss him a lot but was a bit surprised at just HOW sad I was when we parted company. The longest we'd been apart was 4 weeks but that was literally in the first month we knew each other. Even when he lived in Chicago & I lived in Atlanta, I still saw him every 2 weeks. I think a weekend is the longest since we've been married. He'll be gone for 5

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David & I have an imaginary cat. His name is Eliot or Elliott - we haven't worked that out yet. He's grey & black and weighs about 7 pounds. Sometimes he has little white paws. Eliot/Elliott is very smart & affectionate. He's so smart, he doesn't shed. Plus his litter box is magically cleaned right after he poops. Better yet, he doesn't poop. Eliot/Elliott begins to sit by the front door @6 pm

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1123711547571794312005-08-10T16:59:00.000-05:002005-08-10T17:05:47.580-05:00

For the second week in a row, I'm like totally swimming in Asian people. I'm sure they're trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing at their conference but whatever. I've never felt the need to justify myself...like I rarely tell people my mom is Korean unless they ask or if it becomes apparent that it will make the conversation less awkward. For instance, if I make some blanket statement like

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Too busy to blog but we did finally get a loveseat. In Astroturf green.Come over and rest your backside on it sometime...href="http://www.skypadfurniture.com/spacely.html">

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Squirrels are gross? Well maybe not gross, but you wouldn’t want one running through your house right?My friend showed me a picture of his lovely wife feeding some random squirrel from her hand. I’m sorry but that’s not ok. It’s a rat…a rat with a bushy tail. I think we only believe they are cute because they can sit on their hind legs and eat peanut butter & jelly sandwiches with their little

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Sign seen on restaurant in Jacksonville, FL:Chinese takee outee

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I've been out of town on a lovely vacation. And I mean lovely. I'm at least two shades darker than when I left Chicago last weekend.David and I headed out of town for a wedding in Jacksonville, FL. I don't have to work Friday's in the summer so we figured we'd get down there at a decent time (you know, like make the rehersal dinner) but no. We left Chicago at 10:30 am and didn't get to

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Our nephews were in town for a couple of days and let me tell you, kids are a riot. We went to the Lincoln Park zoo, my first trip, and I loved it. I guess I assumed a free zoo was a crap zoo. Not true at all. It’s as lovely a zoo as I’ve ever seen. Hopefully they'll work out all the animals dying because it really is beautiful. It was god awful hot so all the big cats were inside. The lion must

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1121790164547646492005-07-19T11:20:00.000-05:002005-07-19T11:26:35.086-05:00

If you want to wear open toed shoes, you must cut your toenails. In fact, you must clean your feet. If your nail polish is half chipped off, your choices are:1) fix it2) wear close toed shoes 3) don’t leave the houseThe peasant skirt. I’m conflicted. They’re cute in store windows and on some girls but there are way too many women who are abusing the elastic waistband on these things. Just cause

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happy birthday brandon! try not to get blowed up in England.My brother is fine - all you weirdo's stop emailing me to see if he's ok.

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I met this guy through my work yesterday during a meeting. He’s Asian American (like everyone I seem to be meeting lately). Anyway, we went around the room & introduced ourselves & as I usually do, I tried to determine if he were the kind of person I could kid around with. During a lull in the official conversation, somehow we started talking about dating & setting people up. After a bit this guy

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1120057425854232412005-06-29T09:50:00.000-05:002005-06-29T10:03:45.890-05:00

Do you think that the fruit they put in yogurt and pop tarts is the reject fruit? Like the fruit that's all bruised and ugly that can't be sold as is? Am I eating reject blueberries/strawberries/raspberries in my fruit on the bottom Dannon every morning? And why do people put big walnuts in their muffins? A muffin is like a little cake - I don't want walnuts in my damn cake!How come when you ask

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I am sooo preoccupied…I was standing in the OTC area of Costco where they keep drug store type stuff (razors, contact lens solution, vitamins) waiting for David to get out of the bathroom when I looked over and saw a big bundle of EPT's (Early Pregnancy Tests for you uninitiated). I’m not sure how many came in the box but it was a big box that was close to $20. I stood there thinking, “I could

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This past weekend I went to a birthday party for someone who, clearly, will always be younger than me. Not that that’s saying much but whatever. It was at Cesar’s: Yes, the home of the Killer Margarita’s that I can’t drink anymore. The last time I found myself there & drinking was 2 years ago at my going away party. This was my work buddies saying ‘goodbye’ to me before David & I left for Korea.

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Let me being by first apologizing to my husband. I'm guessing he knew what he was getting into when he married me and hey, at least I'm fun right? Right?So this whole baby making thing. Every single thing I've read (and I've read a lot damn you internet) says to relax and enjoy the whole process of trying to get pregnant. I'm gonna tell you right now, those people can kiss my entire ass.I am a

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How do these weekends keep blowing past me? Since we've moved, I think David & I have spent @5 waking hours together in our place. I even ended up back in Hyde Park on Saturday to help someone else move. I hate moving but I hate even more when other people move & I feel obligated to help. We're planning on family visits in early July and have started to fill our place out. David calls it 'nesting

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1118767793591488512005-06-14T10:25:00.000-05:002005-06-14T11:49:53.633-05:00

David and I are officially moved! After a quick scramble at the last minute to upgrade our 10 ft truck for a 14 ft one (what was I thinking?) we got all our stuff jammed in and headed 7 miles north. We had a bunch of help, say Hallelujah, and had the truck packed, moved and unpacked well under the 5 hours those bastards at U-Haul gave us. U-haul sucks. They stick rape you with the charges (1.39 a

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This weekend we're having a art fest! We're totally co-opting the yearly art fair that happens on 57th street. We're hoping to poach arts & craft lovers from two blocks away with our promise of korean food & hand made purses. There will be games, juggling, photography and purses. Lots and lots of handmade, felted bags that are lovely. And if you haven't gotten one of these babies from me as a

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I spent 3 quality hours in front of the television last night and holy crap, both Lost & Alias blew it out. Now, not everything was good (David was particularly turned off by the high cheese content of Alias) but damn, the ending was totally worth it. I actually screamed at the television. Plus Nadia totally has the rage virus from 28 days later which is sad and hilarious at the same time. Have

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After 3 years of no purging, it was good to get rid of what is essentially junk. A couple hours were spent going through our books (and all those 7th-12th grade letters) so that we ended up with a good pile of stuff to sell. A total of 6 families spent all day last saturday hanging out in front of our building for a yard sale. When all the smoke cleared, we realized that we'd raked in close to

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David & I spent the weekend organizing our things to be moved and to be sold. We sorted through our books for the first time in 3 years a managed to cut a few boxes worth of stuff. David even cleaned out his file cabinet so I spent some time shredding 4 year old credit card bills. As if that weren’t enough, we even journeyed into the storage area to clean out the 2 cages worth of crap we refused

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Have you seen that commerical about those clorox wet nap thingies? The one where the voice over says if you’re cleaning with a sponge then you may as well be doing this –then it shows a lady wiping her oven & counter tops with a piece of chicken? That commercial creeped me out so much I bought 3 rolls of those Clorox wipes. I hate tv.I cleaned my telephone (including the scrunchy cord) with one

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Carrying on where Carly left off. Here's how it works: Immediately following there is a list of 30 different occupations. You must select at least 5 of them (feel free to select more). You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select 5 of the items as it was passed to you). Each one begins with "If I could be..." Of the 5 you selected, you are to finish each

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I went to the lady doctor yesterday. Actually this lady was recommended to me by Carly (thanks girl). I figured I'd pick a doctor in town since I won’t be in hyde park much longer. Hauling it out to Rush won't be so bad when I live in town, but from Hyde Park it became an exercise in patience. I never take the Blue Line and somehow managed to be half way to O'Hare before I realized I was going

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1114621609967576592005-04-27T12:04:00.000-05:002005-04-27T12:06:49.966-05:00

It's official - David & I will be parking all our crap here!www.groupfox.com/buildingDetail.asp?id=30Come see us in June!

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I have a confession:I'm addicted to knitting. So much so that I'm reading blogs about knitting. There is a wide assortment of purses on top of my television that have been knitted, felted and finished. As of this morning, I have 4 (count em' FOUR) unfelted purses and last night I started on #5. Two of those purses are birthday gifts that have yet to find their way to the birthday girls. After (or

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After several hours of staring at television on Saturday afternoon, I decided that it was time to get a haircut. I'm not sure if you heard or not, but we actually got some snow flurries over the weekend. I could go on and on about how ridiculous it is for snow to be falling at the end of April but...whatever.So I don't have an appointment but decide that whomever is working could easily cut my

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1114091097566353382005-04-21T08:44:00.000-05:002005-04-21T08:44:57.566-05:00

I’m one of those people who looked forward to my 10 year high school reunion. Nothing embarrassing or unforgivable happened to me during my 4 years in high school that would make me not want to go. I don’t think I look or am marginally better or worse. I honestly just wanted to see who was still around and what they were doing.When I was in my hometown for my girlfriend’s funeral I managed to see

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1113428350228777592005-04-13T16:35:00.000-05:002005-04-13T16:39:10.226-05:00

Britny Spears is pregnant and I am pissed. Why is she pregnant? Why aren't I pregnant. Am I angry just because she's knocked up or am I upset because she's an idiot and clearly planning to reproduce with another idiot?Damn.

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I haven't posted in a long time. I haven't really had a whole lot to say until today.Yesterday was the first time I've had to look for an apartment in 4 years. And I have to tell you, it's not fun. We easily walked several miles seeing some nice & some not so nice apartments. Right now I'm totally in love with Streeterville but am willing to transfer my love north, along the lakeshore to Lincoln

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I found out a few days ago that a really good friend of mine died. She just died. There was no accident or illness; she just collapsed in her own home. I alternate between feeling incredibly overwhelmed by thoughts to not thinking about it at all. So far it doesn’t seem real because I’ve only had people tell me that she’s gone – I have witnessed nothing & in some ways believe nothing. The last

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This past weekend is a total blur. Friday night I went with friends to see Margaret Cho at the Chicago Theatre. It was an awesome show in which Mrs. Cho got to talk a lot about politics, gay marriage and of all things, Bjork. She does a dead on impression of Bjork that had me lightheaded I was laughing so hard. As we exited the theatre it had begun to snow…hard. Have I mentioned how over the snow

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We went to the Bulls game last night w/Carly & some other folks. I haven’t been to a professional sporting event in a long time (again excluding Korea) so this was a fun experience. One of the strangest things is that while the crowd was totally into the game, it was more into the in-house ‘entertainment’ during time outs. There was some acrobatic/Cirque du Soleil man and woman team doing

dayonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733612.post-1110492104346244872005-03-10T16:00:00.000-06:002005-03-10T16:01:44.346-06:00

It’s snowing again. I walked home for lunch and was pleasantly surprised to discover that even though it’s not snowing hard, it does blow directly into your eyes temporarily blinding you. It's exciting when that happens just as you're crossing the street. God I LOVE Chicago!

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Gelid\JEL-id\adjective: Extremely cold; icyFrom the Latin gelidus.I am so tired of the cold. To look out the window you’d think it was at least 65 degrees outside but it’s not. When I left my apartment this morning it was 20 something. Tuesday it was 20 something with a wind chill of 7. Is this ever necessary?I’m tired of straightening my hair every week. I can’t possibly get up early enough to

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I bought 2 pair of pants from Old Navy. Yeah, maybe that's where I went wrong. And it was actually more like 5 pair of pants but I digress. So I buy these pants all in the same size and seemingly in the same cut. I am not a size 4 but Old Navy is trying to convince me that I am. I am certainly not a size 4 at J. Crew...but I don't like them anyway. So I have these size 4 pants that fit in the

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Into The Mars Volta Headphones House Slippers Red Dishes Nicole’s 4 Play Red Pens Wallet Long hair Aveeno Coffee Television Sleeping Movies in bed Lost Launchcast Indie Thai Beef Salad Opera Ice (in drinks) My netflix list Brita water (or even tap) Huge post its ipod soap Dave Chappelle Sci-Fi Channel Straight hair Law & Order Over MTv gloves Boots Blue Dishes 5 O’Clock Rock Blue pens

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* I love Battlestar Galactica. I am a huge nerd. There's just something about science fiction that I find highly appealing. I guess a lot of the plot lines deal with things that are only concepts now (like faster than light travel) but even when they recycle concepts I'm still facinated. I like to think that if a large number of people were wiped off the face of the earth due to alien invasion or

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Let me preface this by saying that, yes, I know the last thing I need to do is watch more television. So I’m watching the reality show “The Nanny” last night. They totally got me with the teaser ad…I had to see just how bad this woman’s children were. This young couple ran a plumbing business out of their home and they have a 6 and a 2 year old. The 6 year old screams and talks back while the 2

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David was supposed to be in Egypt for 3 weeks but like I told you, his trip got cancelled. A good deal of the people that were supposed to go with him decided that if they couldn't have Egypt, they'd take an evening of karaoke. Luckily my birthday and my bosses were a day apart so there was now a reason to go to karaoke. My boss was kind enough to pay for everyone to get in so we had the whole

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Netflix The Manchurian Candidate (new one) Divine Secrets of the Yaya Sisterhood Cats and Dogs Double Jeopardy Bandits Erin Brokovich Tomb Raider (both of them) Die Another Day Tears of the Sun High Crimes Rules of Engagement Something to Talk About Smila’s Sense of Snow Along Came a Spider Captain Corelli’s Mandolin Finding Forrester Men of Honor Kate & Leopold The Four Feathers Conspiracy

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We had this huge event on campus this past Monday. It was actually several events that all happened on the same day to mixed results. My responsibility was to the 25+ folks here to check out the school and our programs. It’s really hard for me sometimes to keep it straight that the prospective students I see now are not 18 year olds who’ve never lived outside of their parents’ home. I also have

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So I camped out in front of the television last night because Lost was coming on, followed by the season premiere of Alias (2 hours!!!). Seeing as how I just finished watching season 2 on DVD just a day ago, I didn't have to wait very long to see what it was that Syd found in the safety deposit box in Wittenburg. The two hour episode was totally superfluous to the male eye candy all over the

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So how do you recap an entire holiday? We played with our nephews (in North Carolina) and I got to go shopping with my nieces (in Atlanta) – both of which were fun in two totally different ways. There was a lot of eating and drinking and I basically didn’t see anyone who wasn’t family. (If I didn’t visit you, please accept my apologies. Turns out that a week isn’t enough time to see everyone.

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We're off for the southern christmas tour. It's time to celebrate JC's birthday old skool. Or not. Safe travels to everyone and maybe I can even post from Tucker. It'll be a barnhart blow-out for sure. Seeing as how I got both of my teenage nieces thong underware (hey, they're stocking stuffers and they'll go nicely with the ultra lowrise jeans I bought them) I'm prepping myself for a battle

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I have an office christmas party today. It was supposed to be in Indiana (don't ask) but now we're having it in one of the guest residences on 'campus'. So much for boozing it up in the middle of the work day. God knows if I'd had to go to Indiana, that would've required at LEAST a wine cooler. We have to do a secret santa gift and then a gift to share. In this office, a gift to share is

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Today is my googley bear/poopieface/snugglebottom/princesses' birthday. He's 34 and dreamy. I went in with his parents on a digital camera and ever since I ordered it, he's been walking around the house singing, "happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me". He even had the lovely traditional conversation this morning with his mom where she told the story of when he was born. Sigh. Happy

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So now that Thanksgiving is over, we can move on to the big holiday right? I spent a few days in Atlanta (most of them with Natalie - purrrrr). She was prepping for an event and considered making 'trees' out of different sized boxes wrapped in christmas paper. Here in Chicago, I went into the basement looking for our fake baby christmas tree and learned that in fact, we don't own a fake baby

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This was, by far, the laziest Thanksgiving holiday I've ever experienced. David and I stayed in town but we really accomplished nothing until yesterday. We had Thanksgiving day dinner with the students in the lounge of one of the residence halls. It was nice but kind of strange. Plus the Koreans don't have turkey in Korea (if I recall correctly, I had a hard time explaining what a turkey was when

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Preface: I met this guy in Peoria – he was in the booth next to mine and he struck up a conversation by giving me a piece of candy. He said he’d been all around the room and that I was the most beautiful girl there. Then he kept touching me…like on the arm and elbow. He sold insurance so I just assumed it was one of those things salesmen do to make an 'instant' connection. I wasn’t offended or

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Background: I had to travel to Peoria for work. It was a conference of Presbyteries in that area so most people in attendance were lay pastors and other church staff. I was to stand in front of my little booth and talk to people about seminary education in between their regular sessions. Yeah, boring. I didn’t know anyone but decided to attend the dinner in order to meet some of these pastors.

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Or: happy birthday to her happy birthday to lady happy birthday to nataliepizzapimpmaster D happy birthday to you! Natalie is soooooooooooooooooo old.

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I was walking to work this morning, and passed four 10 year olds on their way to school. As I passed them, one of the girls said, "what is wrong with the 18 to 29 year olds in this country? How can half of them think that Bush is a moral man?" Too bad she couldn't vote. I watched the returns for a few hours with a lot of students and really, the only silver lining was Jon Stewart. No, he

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I felt encouraged today at work. Everyone I saw asked me if I'd voted...and I assume that they only asked because they had voted. I didn't vote in Illinois because it is such a strongly democratic state. Instead, David and I voted via absentee ballot about a month ago for Georgia...a strongly Republican state. My in-laws were here a few weeks ago and almost daily, my father-in-law would point at

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Ok,let me get this straight. People put sour creme on their FRUIT?

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There is this restaurant called Room 12 just at the edge of town. I met some girls there (Hi Carly) for brunch on October 3rd and I’ve been back 3 times since. Their specialty seems to be real desert-like breakfasts but what has me hooked is the chorizo and white corn burrito. It’s kind of like the avocado thing/obsession I have. I had no avocadoes while in Korea, but since we’ve returned, I can’

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My inlaws have been in town for a little over a week now. They're actually leaving today which makes me sad, but I'll be down to see them soon. They're cool people...easy to travel with and to live with. Plus we've eaten well for 8 days now. They left me in charge of getting theatre tickets for all of us for Saturday night. We sort of decided to see something small and inexpensive and agreed that

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I realized today that David can't check our mail because I keep our mailbox key on a lanyard around my neck. I totally feel like Mister from the Color Purple keeping Celie from getting her sisters letters from Africa. Just a thought.

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Pardon my french, but there's a fucking spider convention outside my window right now. Several of them are smaller than a grain of rice, but there are a couple that are the size of peanuts. That may sound cute, but imagine 8 skinny legs on a peanut. No? Well imagine it running across your face. I was even lucky enough to catch the 'circle of life' floorshow this morning. Mr. Peanut spider

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Current Obsessions: Costco - I haven't been warehouse shopping in years. My mom used to make me go to SAMS for her. She owns a bar so I'd always be the idiot in line with 15 glass bottles of OJ and a case of beverage napkins. Two weeks ago my office bought me a membership (sweet) and I spent 3 hours running up and down the aisles with my oversized shopping cart. It was actually me and 2 other

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I got my absentee ballot in the mail today! I had no idea it would be so easy to get. I'm starting to think I should get one for my mom and my brother, seeing as how neither one of them will ever vote. Is that illegal? Just kidding. Kinda.

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we pray before staff meetings. And by 'we' I mean other people. I feel so out of place. I'm not a public prayer person. Never have been. If they call on me to do the honors, I have no idea what I would say. Maybe someone could write me an all occasions prayer and I can just insert appropriate things as I go along. Like a fill in the blank prayer kind of thing. I get the feeling I'll be moving

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Ok I work at a Seminary. Maybe I'm just a temp but it might become a permanent job. Now don't get me wrong, I love having a job...and it's a good one. But working where people usually start meetings with a prayer are a little weird. Well weird for me. I have no interest in being in Seminary. I don't consult God or any higher power on a daily basis. And I sure as hell don't usually end my emails

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oh god do the koreans know how to drink? Blurgh. Agh, too many beers. Where did we go? Wine blurgh. Agghhh, I have to work tomorrow. Blurgh. Drinkers...drink dring ddrink....blurgh. Aggh, someone, wine too much. blurgh.

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hurts. Ok so it's not just the tush it's the legs too. I went in to see what I'd be doing for work and like a dumb ass wore heels. I even took a tour in these heels. Seven hours in heels! Then I wore heels all day yesterday. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but I've worn only flip flops for most of the last year. I can barely walk. I may have done some nerve damage.

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Hey! I got a job. Temporary but a job nonetheless. I'll be working admissions at my husbands seminary for at least the next 6 weeks. Beyond that who knows. And I posted my resume on monster.com yesterday and already got a response. Of course the lady who responded wants me to answer phones for $14 an hour. But she did offer to up it to $15 if I proved to be competent. How hard is it to answer a

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So there is a work group here in our building replacing all of the windows. Why, I dunno. So they came by yesterday to do it and it looked like it might rain so they begged off until today. This morning it was actually raining so I assumed they wouldn't come. So I got in the shower. And they showed up. At 8 am. I answered the door in a towel, and I swear to God, dude didn't even react. Nothing

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We're finally home! Carly was kind enough to rescue us from the airport. Thank you so much! After finally getting into the place and checking to see if anyone swiped any books (no one did), Dave and I set about putting our things away. This morning we went down to storage and hauled up a few boxes of stuff we'd forgotten we even owned. Nothing like packing a years worth of possessions off to

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highlight of my day: The book I put on hold at the Dekalb Library is now available. I almost peed my pants I was so excited.

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