Pivotal If Not Just Awesome

Not to gloat, but I have a sweet arsenal of kick ass friends. Thank you Facebook. It is just a sheer treat to not only see these faces again, but to also understand how much they mean to me every day of my life without being in contact with them. Today alone brought a friend back into my life since losing touch 15 yrs ago. Along with the friend confirmation, I sent her a personal note expressing to her that now I was back in contact with two people that I have peed my pants with more than once. This story must be shared. Picture two 12 year old girls coming home after drama class laughing it up (I wish to the universe wtf we were laughing about) and we get almost to the front door of my house, but neither of us can make it as we are laughing so hard and now had to pee. We were both leaned up against my Mom's Mercury Stationwagon, she at the driver's door and I was near the front, with our legs crossed so tightly because we were still laughing and pee keeps creeping out which makes us laugh even harder and so on and so forth. It makes me laugh now and I have to go just thinking about it. If there was anything I miss more in my life right now is that intense laughter. I used to LMAO all the fn time when I was a kid and now I have to almost force the intense hilarity that my friends and I imagined and talked about openly. Laugh people. Right now we need laughter and it guarantees length to your life if done regularly and often. I won't mush out right here after reminiscing about peeing my pants on a regular basis and because we made a radio station up called Z10-FART. Two 12 yr old girls- Farty and Fartette. We had such a good time. Give it up!!! Whoop whoop!

In Response to the Previous Post and Such

Thank you Blogger, for allowing me to yell at people instead of shooting them.

Fuck You Citibank

Given the current state of everything, I, being a retard, thought I did the right thing by closing my account last April (2008) because the terms were changing. Given the option to opt out of the new terms of the first "bailout" increase in APR, I took it and was advised my APR would not change. And Fuck YOU Citibank again. Now because I am a dumb, clearly retarded individual, my monthly minimum payment is greater now than when I closed the account almost a year ago. What is fucking wrong with this fucking scenario? Oh, right, it's because I'm a poor, fucked, retard. Thanks and keep fucking peeps Citibank! Way to go DOUCHEBAGS of the Century!!!

RAIN It Is

Tonight my friend Laurie (who is a Big Deal) and I enjoyed RAIN-A TRIBUTE TO THE BEATLES at the Auditorium Theatre. Tons of fun. I was excited, but so not sure what to expect. I only cried once, though, and it was when (the guy playing) Paul sang "Yesterday". That song has always been a strong emotional trigger for me because I think of my Godmother, Joan Hess who died of lung cancer in 1989. She was a delightful woman. "Paul" was the best sounding like the Beatle, but John was a little off and that was a little painful as he is my favorite of the Fab Four. "George" kicked some serious ass on the gueeetaaar. Harrison himself would have been proud of the shreddin' this guy did for the songs he was allowed to shred like "My Guitar Gently Weeps". That rocked. It was so fun to sit in a packed house with a mixture of people that have seen the real thing, would have loved to see them again, and people that could only dream to have seen them, so they go see a really good cover band at one of the best houses in Chicago. Musically it was great. The Auditorium rarely disappoints with its acoustics, specifically, but the guys themselves did a good job playing it the way you hear it on the album and yet remain artists in their own right while paying homage to the greatest band ever. Thanks RAIN!!!!

Diner of High Rep

The Chicago Diner. I have been trying to get over to this place for some time now and on spur of the moment, we made it part of the evening. My lovely friend Kari and I went to The Peggy Notebaert Museum this evening for a The Economics of Global Warming with Paul Solman.

They served cheese and crackers with wine and Perrier for the reception. It was a packed house, it was free, insightful, alarming, and kind of weird. It's still more or less the same people that make their way to Peggy's events along with the subscribers/members. Always a smorgasbord of the nerdalertastic and not so. Tonight a woman just kept vocalizing her anti-government movement. The presenter kind of talked in circles, but had some good information and was cool enough. I'll remain a nice person and not go into the details about the size of someone's cranium (not the speaker). It was distractingly large. Going forward. So after the lecture, I asked Mr Solman, prefacing it by saying it might be more of a science question, but 'wouldn't squeezing or sucking out fossil fuels from the earth instigate plate tectonics?' and he couldn't totally answer the question, but went on to say that the Sichuan Province earthquake may be the result of the excavation for the dam being built.

So after a very stimulating evening, Kari proposes we go for some dinner at the Chicago Diner. I was delighted. Never been and again, have been meaning to go. Just a moment ago, I realized why I could not finish the meal and it was because I didn't expect dinner so I had chowed down a little on crackers and cheese so my stomach would resist growling during the presentation. That is why I had to take some to go. There will need to be a second visit when actually hungry. Good atmosphere and crew. Couple birthdays in the house. It's a cute place. They turn down the lights and sing "Happy Birthday" with one candle lit slice of cake.

I have such terrific ladies in my life. After dinner Kari drove me home to BFE which was so super and she paid for dinner AND she gave me a Trader Joe's gift card for watching she and her husband's super sweet dogs Chako and Shelby. Such terrific pooches.

I did not shovel my driveway this snow round and I hope I do not regret the decision to stay in bed this morning instead of getting up to shovel. I still love winter.

A Time To Rejoice

Pride. Hope. Believe. If you believe and share the love, it will happen. We are on the threshold of one of the most amazing presidential administrations in history. I did not make it to DC for the celebration, but it was on purpose. To recreate the feelings I still tap into from Election Night in Grant Park would be too difficult to imagine. I did not cry that night, but I have cried every day since out of sheer joy and anticipation of the best kind of change. Celebrate. Love. Say it loud, say it proud, "Yes we can and Yes indeedie, we did".

Shovel Cherry

I broke my shoveling snow cherry this morning and I feel like a new woman. Have I mentioned how much I love snow? If I lived in California, I could not have the "I just don't feel like dealing with the weather, so I'm staying in" excuse. Not too many climates I appreciate more than snowy ones. The only warm place (in U.S.) I'd try my best to cope with living there is New Orleans, but it costs just as much to live there as it does here because housing is not readily available unless you don't mind the state of the residence and/or you have the means to rehab the place. I wish I did. I just read an article in Interview Magazine about an artist that started from scratch and created an amazing art space right before Katrina hit and is still plugging to help rebuild her community one installation at a time. At times I feel a wee bit insignificant to have only the shoveling of snow on the agenda today. Well, and the plastic on the windows. The office sits on the second floor (renovated attic) of the home I rent here in Portage Park. It's a different kind of Chicago neighborhood, but I like the suburban feel in a city environment and it is very useful to live near people that take care of their property. Especially the snow. I got out there at 9am today and I have to say that even though I biffed the icy mix storm the other night and am still dealing with the ice blocks remaining, the salt I picked up yesterday (almost gone- thanks $7.99 jug of pet and plant friendly salt- yay capitalism) has kept the driveway relatively cleared.