My apologies for my blog layout being a little whacked out. theMan is currently switching over everything to our new host, so please be patient. The hot little devil girl will reappear in the top corner momentarily.

In the meantime, if you need to get your fuck on...do it after watching this.

Okay, I can't watch one thing on youtube.com so here are some of my recent favs:

1.) Tori Amos & Maynard Keenan from Tool? You betcha!
2.) Marilyn Manson's "Heart Shaped Glasses" (A song I actually like, it's been awhile for MM to impress me.)
3.) Nine Inch Nails "We're In This Together" (I know it's mostly Trent running around, but it's strangely beautiful to me.)
4.) This video makes me want to dance exactly like this all the time.
5.) oh and this one too....Timbaland, you hot bitch. The Hives???
6.) A gorgeous Johnny Cash tribute.


Put a Cork in your Board

I like to make stuff and I'm out of walls at home. And because my cubicle at work is going to probably be my cubicle until the end of time, I've decided the beige/grey has to go. Immediately. Unfortunately the office supply closet doesn't really lend itself to bright colors or putting the "fun" in functional. It's all black and grey plastic. So I decided to just do a little DIY (do-it-yourself) to make this space I spend 37.5 hours a week in, my own.
I found an old corkboard (grey carpeted, shudder...) in the bowels of the office supplies shelves. It was dusty and on the bottom in the back. I then went to my favorite fabric store of all time (Vogue in Evanston) and bought a yard of fabric for $4.99. I brought that in with my handy staple gun and industrial staples and went to town before work on Monday. All in all it took about 5 minutes. $5 for 5 minutes.
You gift wrap the board in the fabric and staple the hell out of the back. Viola! Now go forth and pretty up your office space. Although now I want to make mustard colored pushpins.....

And I also love a deal, so I've created a new set with all the deals I've found and photographed! Woot!



1. Young ladies out there in the Midwest: while I appreciate the 50% of you not taking my man's attention away from me when we walk through the mall because you are wearing big, saggy, cloud/star printed pajama pants and hoodie sweatshirts, I don't get the other 50% of you looking like you could make a Bratz Doll blush.

Girls, can't we find a happy medium? A happy, belly covering, somewhat modest yet flattering, vibrant colored, medium that doesn't come from Wet Crotch, Forever Slutty One, or Charlotte Hussy? Let's take it up a notch for us ladies as a whole and meet in the middle. How confused must 18 year old boys be when they see their girlfriends either dressed like they've just had a baby and have been up all night or like they are ovulating and need to repopulate the Earth like NOW OMG! before The Hills comes on?

2. Michael Buble, god damn you for making me like smooth jazz.

3. I've now reached that special age where I need a cup of coffee to function in the morning and a bottle of beer to relax me at night. Great.

4. Joquin Phoenix, thank you. Now I want to fuck Johnny Cash.


Barn Wedding

This weekend we had the supreme honor of attending the wedding ceremony of our friends, Andrea & Chris. The wedding was originally planned for next July in Montreal, Canada but because they didn't want to wait they transformed his mother's barn into a wedding hall completely with full bar, cocktail tables, alter and reinforced floor.

It was one of the top 3 most beautiful weddings I have been too.

Sweet, sincere, funky, fun, delicious food, and quirky details everywhere. From when you first walk in being greeted with a table full of mugs to choose from to get apple cider with brandy to a full Thanksgiving meal to wedding vows spoken from the heart that made me bawl like a baby.

Thanks Andrea & Chris...and Congrats!!

More photos in the Michigan Barn Wedding Set.



Ugh. Looking through old journals and such in an effort to organize and de-clutter our lives, I found some poems I wrote as a wee 18-year-old. This was written about the first time theMan & I held hands.

The things I do for this blog...

Hand falls behind the wall.
You’re there, catching me.
Blue Electric Fingertips
Reach for something…
I found it in you.
Gently, not too fast…
You take mine, consuming my doubts
Turning into hope, hopefully.
Fingernails crawl up my arm,
Grasp my wrist…
Letting you lead me to my destiny.
Your touch dances on my palm,
I’m not numb anymore.
I can see it all so clear.
Laced in mine, violet embrace…Beautiful reality,
Frightening dream world,
Peaceful imagination,
I’m falling every day…
Gentle squeeze…
It’s complete.


To Do List

(Note: It's 3:00 a.m. because I can't sleep, so bear with me on this post.)

Nothing like a mini-road trip alone to clear your head. I've made some decisions and like all good high school counselors told me, you have to write down your goals to accomplish them.

For the past 5 months we have been trying to have a child. But wait, let's go back before that. Earlier this year we were miserable. We were living in HomeTownVille and it was not working out. I hated my job, theMan was unemployed, our house was a glorified trailer, and we were dirt poor with no future. Towards the end of our stay there theMan was working in Chicago while I was back home alone. I had two beloved grandparents pass away within a month of each other during that time. It was a very very hard 6 months. I'm not sure we've completely recovered as I have this fear I can't let go of that we'll be forced to relive it again.

Thankfully and finally we were able to move back to Chicago quite painlessly. Everything fell into place. The best part was that we were beginning to pay off all of our bills.

So we (mostly me) thought that it would finally be a good time to have a kid. We've been together 11 years and we were working on being completely debt free. So we tried, or at least didn't prevent it if you get my drift. The more the months went by, for every time those awful cramps kicked in, I'd allow myself a few tears and an "Oh well, next month." But in the last few months under the initial sadness was some relief. I stopped being sad. I've finally admitted that to myself.

The closer we become to being debt free the closer I am to being able to travel like I've wanted. To do some projects worry-free. To take some road trips. To focus on something else...namely myself. In short, to be selfish, to do some things for me and theMan alone. I'm absolutely giddy with the possibilities before us.

This weekend I drove to Indiana alone. The bad part being I hit a guy's truck with my car, but the good part is I had many hours of uninterrupted time to think. And I came out of this weekend clear-headed. So I'll just say it: I want to go to Italy. I want to buy ridiculously priced shoes. I want to decide at 3:00 p.m. on a Tuesday that I'm meeting my friends for wine until 2:00 a.m. I want to pick guitar playing back up after years of telling myself we don't have the money for lessons. I want to buy a house and completely design it as I've dreamed. I want to go dancing, a lot. I want to eat more French food. I want to buy a new camera and focus more on photography. I want to be gloriously self-indulgent.

So I've decided I am not going to try to have children right now (and theMan agrees). We will revisit the decision in 2009.

I have some other plans and I've decided to plan them out by season instead of "new year resolutions." So please indulge my new selfish attitude...and oh how I hope Maggie gets her wish because that would be so helpful!

Totally selfish things to accomplish in Winter/Spring 2008:
1.) Find someone off Craig's list to give me guitar lessons.
2.) Take road trip to Nashville with co-workers (by April).
3.) Learn to sew a skirt and make 2 by Spring.
4.) Book flights for Italy for traveling Spring 2009.
5.) Volunteer at adoption agency.
6.) Take dance lessons.

I've always wanted to be a mother but I've also wanted to live my life without regrets. I must say, I'm very excited about 2008.


Votey pleeze

Because my brother-in-law has been crucial in keeping my family clothed in lovely Threadless tees....I'm going to be a whore and ask for your vote:


If you haven't discovered Threadless, then by god...what are you waiting for??

Cracka Please

In case you work with me and wonder why I am continously wiping tears from my eyes and laughing until I pee a little.

It's because my co-workers have discoved LOLCATZ and are sending me them throughout the day, non-stop.

I'm starting to talk in sentences that start with "I can has...."