Saturday, May 29, 2010

happy birthday sammy rae !!!

My dear friend Sam turned 21 yesterday and I was fortunate enough to celebrate with her in Chicago!
Between all of us convincing Sam to dance on the bar, boogy woogying to Twist and Shout, our cab driver speeding like a madman and randomly blasting Single Ladies with 30 seconds left in the trip (?), eating chili con queso at three in the morning, a leaky toilet, and me pleading with everyone to go back to sleep because it was 7:30 in the morning, I'd say it was a successful birthday!
{Sam, me, Anne}

Sam and I have been close buddies since Kindergarten. She had long hair but then she got a bowl cut. I remember I asked her why her hair was so short and she told me she stuck her head in an oven and the fire singed it off. Besides that being one of the meanest lies ever, the worst part is that I believed the story until about my sophomore year of high school.
{Anne, Sam, me}

Thursday, May 27, 2010

All the greats wore hats

Prime examples include -- Abe Lincoln, Donald Duck, Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez.
So, you can imagine my discontent when my brother told me I didn't fit in with the hat wearing elite. Here is a conversation from two days ago. I was sitting in the kitchen eating (naturally) and he walks in from running errands.

Matt: What are you wearing?
Me: A swimsuit and coverup. I was just reading outside.
Matt: No. What's on your head?
Me: Uh a Sox baseball cap.
Matt: You don't wear hats.
Me: Clearly I do.
Matt: When?
Me: When I played softball.
Matt: You were like six.
Matt: It looks weird. Take it off.

Clearly this picture proves that I (on the left) am a hat fashionista. Actually, this picture asserts that I'm a fashionista in general. Little Mermaid skates? Check. Hawaiian themed hat? Check. White washed jean overalls? Check. Bright orange shirt? Check.

It's no wonder I had soooo many boys chasing me back in the day.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Missing Mallory

One of my dearest friends Mallory is studying abroad in Buenos Aires. It's great for her because she gets all this life experience and blah blah blah, but it is bad for me because I don't get to see her months at a time.
{Oh well aren't you just a little charmer wandering around Patagonia }

Mal, remember that time we went to Ian's Pizzeria around two in the morning? After eating our slices we kinda just sat there and watched as others moseyed in and out of the place. I then spotted you eyeing a piece of crust sitting on a paper plate at our table that someone had left behind. You looked at it with such longing and I said, "I won't judge." It's all history from there.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Yearning and other unfavorable feelings

I think this song speaks volumes for just about any person who went to high school. Heck, even preschoolers could probably relate (minus the whole drinking aspect). Isn't being jealous one of the worst inescapable feelings? Well, I think so.

Sidenote: I have about 5 of those turtlenecks the lead singer is wearing.

Anyway, this song rules (as do turtlenecks). RIP Doug Hopkins.
Tell me do you think itd be all right
If I could just crash here tonight
You can see Im in no shape for driving
And anyway Ive got no place to go
And you know it might not be that bad
You were the best Id ever had
If I hadnt blown the whole thing years ago
I might not be alone
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
To take its place...hey jealousy
And you can trust me not to think
And not to sleep around
If you dont expect too much from me
You might not be let down
Cause all I really want is to be with you
Feeling like I matter too
If I hadnt blown the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
To take its place...hey jealousy
She took my heart
Theres only one thing I couldnt start

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

"Is this real life?"

Today and the past few days I've felt like an odd combination of the following clips.
Strange. Very, very strange.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

"We were twenty for such a short time"

I absolutely love this poem. It makes me think of my brothers and how lucky I am to have them in my life.

You Can Have It by Philip Levine
My brother comes home from work
and climbs the stairs to our room.
I can hear the bed groan and his shoes drop
one by one. You can have it, he says.

The moonlight streams in the window
and his unshaven face is whitened
like the face of the moon. He will sleep
long after noon and waken to find me gone.

Thirty years will pass before I remember
that moment when suddenly I knew each man
has one brother who dies when he sleeps
and sleeps when he rises to face this life,

and that together they are only one man
sharing a heart that always labors, hands
yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps
for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?

All night at the ice plant he had fed
the chute its silvery blocks, and then I
stacked cases of orange soda for the children
of Kentucky, one gray boxcar at a time

with always two more waiting. We were twenty
for such a short time and always in
the wrong clothes, crusted with dirt
and sweat. I think now we were never twenty.

In 1948 in the city of Detroit, founded
by de la Mothe Cadillac for the distant purposes
of Henry Ford, no one wakened or died,
no one walked the streets or stoked a furnace,

for there was no such year, and now
that year has fallen off all the old newspapers,
calendars, doctors’ appointments, bonds,
wedding certificates, drivers licenses.

The city slept. The snow turned to ice.
The ice to standing pools or rivers
racing in the gutters. Then bright grass rose
between the thousands of cracked squares,

and that grass died. I give you back 1948.
I give you all the years from then

to the coming one. Give me back the moon
with its frail light falling across a face.

Give me back my young brother, hard
and furious, with wide shoulders and a curse
for God and burning eyes that look upon
all creation and say, You can have it.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Dancing like an Elephant

I'm just gonna stomp my feet to the beat, bob my head, and carelessly sway my arms. I JUST finished my last exam and now all I wanna do is mindlessly dance.
Oh and I also want to watch Toy Story. And in aboooout one hour that desire will come to fruition.
Rex and Woody, here I come!

*Sidenote: Is it just me or in Toy Story 2 isn't Jessie the Yodeling Cowgirl being abandoned my her owner one of cinema's saddest moments?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

fun things 2 do when u should study 4 finals

In no specific order

Wear your ma's pepper themed pajamas because you failed to bring anything other than possible interview outfits home for the weekend. Throw on her glasses for the heck of it

Almost break a dishwasher (that was a close one)

Eat four Fannie Mae mint meltaways for breakfast (don't judge)

Talk to a slightly confused Polish lady who needs help printing at the library

Have a 5 minute face-to-face conversation with your dog Lenny telling him he needs to stop growing white hairs. Aesthetics aside, it just reminds me that I'm getting older

Take a cab ride with a guy who asks how old you are, what town you live in, your major, what school you go to, and what company you're interviewing for. He is either being ├╝ber friendly or meticulously plotting... Anyway, proceed to answer his questions with the following: "I'm Claire from Oak Park, majoring in Journalism and interviewing for a temp job at a newspaper". Lies, Lies, Lies!!!! (I kind of feel bad for being untruthful, but at least I feel safe)

Watch the entire 2003 Britney Spears and Diane Sawyer interview on youtube

Monday, May 10, 2010

happy momma's day, momma

Don't worry momma, I am right here at home - Steve Miller
Happenstance brought me home to Chicago this weekend, so luckily, I got to spend Mother's Day with my momma.
Between my interview and her work schedule we still managed to watch Modern Family (the same episode twice), cuddle on the couch, and walk through the backyard garden. When I asked you if you and dad walk through the garden on a daily basis, you said, "Of course. I make him." That made me laugh. And it still is making me laugh.

Mom, it feels almost silly to say it, only because I think you already know it, but I'll say it anyway -- I'd be lost without you. You mean so much to me. I admire your smile, your kindness, your sincerity and your goofiness. I appreciate your advice and your continuous love. You listen to me when even I wouldn't want to listen to me and you put up with me when even I wouldn't want to put up with me. I guess that's what love is all about. More or less.

Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet - Kanye
Speaking of goofy, ya know what was goofy? This weekend when you insisted dad turn off the instrumental music he was playing and made him turn on Lady Gaga so we could dance. You then proceeded to show me your moves and asked me to show you mine. And why did you want to see my moves? You said you wanted to practice so you could look cool when you come to party with me and my girlfriends to Lady Gaga at my house next year. I think you think all I do is party and dance. But hate to break it to ya ma, but if you wanna get good grades, college can't be just one big dance party, despite how enticing the music may be. You make me question how much work actually got done at Marquette when you went there. Working hard or hardly working? Hee hee I'm just kidding.

Love you,

Friday, May 7, 2010

la la la I'm Nervous!

I have an interview today. And I'm quite nervous. I wouldn't say I have butterflies. No, it's more like I have a slew of yippity yappity squirrels dancing about in my stomach. I sure wish they would take a rest. Right now I am looking over "behavioral interview questions" via google. Questions like, "Tell me about a time when you missed an obvious solution to a problem." Or, "Give me a specific example of a time when you had to conform to a policy with which you did not agree." I'm nervous coming up with these answers in my head and no one is even around (well, except for the guy snoring at the library table next to me), so I'm a bit anxious about how it will go down when I actually have the interviewees in front of me. I hope they're nice. I really, really, really hope they are nice.

To calm my nerves I will momentarily dream about the following

{Pumping water like I use to at the ole family reunions in Earlville}
{Quiet time spent reading books in she shade}
{Walks through secret gardens that aren't all that secret. I don't care }

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

My Little Lamb turned 21

Lauren, my little lamb, and who just so happens to share a bedroom with me (I know, isn't she lucky?), turned 21 on May 2nd !!! Her mom and sister came to town and treated a group of us to dinner at a place called Brickhouse BBQ. It was deeeeelicious! I chowed down on that pulled pork sandwich like I hadn't eaten in days.

Here are just a few of the reasons I love Lauren:

1) She puts up with my 3 alarms. But really I think after sharing a room with me for two years, she has grown so accustomed to the sound ("I don't wanna be a playa no more" in case you were wondering) it has just become background noise. Like birds chirping in the morn. Don't even faze her.

2) She's got a sass like J.Lo that only I understand and appreciate.

3) She makes the best homemade guacamole and shares it with me.

4) She has a pretty smile and a pretty dimple.

5) She let's me use her hair dryer because mine is really crappy.

6) We gossip and giggle before we go to sleep.

7) Back massages.

8) Her one liners like "Shoot a monkey" that don't make sense but make me laugh. And now I say them too.

{Birthday Girl and her free beer}
{I bought purple daisies for our kitchen because purple is her favorite}
{We are always laughing}