A Scary Moment

So I had more comments than usual to my last "baby" post, and I was accused of writing about babies a lot - but I'll just this- I write about what's going on in my life and currently everyone is having or has recently had babies. When I get my puppy in the spring I'll focus on that!

So I have to confess to a scary thought that popped into my mind the other day as I was driving down the street. I passed a store and a top in the window happened to catch my eye and I thought to myself "that's cute" then to my horror I realized that the store was Chico's!!!!! Aggghhhhhhh. I did NOT just think a top in the 40+ trying-to-be-sassy-lady store was cute, Chico's is some weird more casual stepsister of Talbot's - does this mean my life is now in it's downward spiral? In full disclosure the top had some sparkly stuff on it and anything sparkly catches my eye and interest so it was kind of sneaky of Chico's to do that to me, luring in that way with sewn-on sequins.

So between everyone procreating and my Chico's incident occurring this past week I really am feeling that transition out of my 20s!!!! I will need to make the most of the last few months - I am heading directly to Express and Bebe and buying something highly inappropriate in order to balance this all out.

Come Check Out What I Just Got It's Great I Swear

I don't think I've mentioned it but about a bajillion friends of mine have had or having babies over these past few months. I've learned a new lingo of ultrasounds, breastfeeding (referred to as BF'ing by some), baby accessories and in general just an increased conversation about all that is baby. Which is all good and fine, I get it, it's the biggest thing that happens to a person/couple but it's also one of those things that you can't quite get as excited about or fully understand unless you're going through it yourself. So my question is - how excited will I be or should I seem to be about this mass wave of births? I've heard many a people say that they hate kids except their own and that seems to be an accepted axiom by many that I know so hmmmmm where does that leave me? In a land of toddler despising until I perhaps decide to hatch one of my own someday? What I think it will actually end up being like is when a friend gets some fun new toy, say a roofdeck on their condo or a Wiii (side note: if you have a Wiii call me, I so want to play!) or a boat. At first it's new and a novelty something you haven't seen your friend with before and it's fun for you to enjoy the newness with them but after a few boat rides or a couple weekend on the roofdeck you've kind of been there done that and want to suggest that you all go out and do something different. So what if I get that way about someone's kid? Yeah, they're cute and all but all they're still doing is laying there and drooling or crying - is it fair to say when I don't find that fascinating or do I quietly exit the room stage left at that point.
I've have yet to be bi ten with any "biological clock" urge in my life, perhaps because I am still young and vivacious : ) but does proximity to more babyness rub-off on one? Do I need to be worried about coming down with the tick-tock feeling by osmosis?
I don't know, it should be interesting, I"ll promise to weigh in on how I think the little aliens are in person once they arrive and I actually spend some time with them, over under on how quickly I lose interest in them is current at 3 months.

An additional update on the co-habitating front. So far so good, only the occasional flare-up of "but I do things THIS way" but we have become a bit organizationally obssessed, until now I had never visited the Container Store and in the past week I've been there twice, I guess intermingling one's things makes you crave a sense or order more? Maybe the Container Store should market to the 25-35 demographic a little more.

They Wouldn't Cancel Tom & Peyton

So it's been awhile since my last post and the other day I was commenting on how I just didn't having anything to comment on that I felt I needed to post here, and my new roommate suggested that it might be because I am settling into my new, comfortable domestic bliss so my inspiration had dried up. I doubt that this is the case, more likely a post-holiday brain drain and general aversion to typing anything after having so many days off of work.
Then this past week something to fire me up, the cancellation of the Golden Globes! Not that the Golden Globes are my favorite thing in the world but as I was explaining to my roommate they are akin to the playoffs and the Oscars my Superbowl so of course when your playoffs get booted from the Sunday night lineup you're bound to get a little cranky. The writer's strike, fine whatever, I get that there is a lot of money to be made electronically but seriously they all need to get over themselves and give me awards shows and dresses to comment on. I have to think that the movie industry brings in more money than the NFL (for those of you that really care do the research) and yet here we are with no opportunity to see Johnny Depp or Keira Knightley win some justly deserved awards. However, there will never be a cancellation of the Superbowl, of that I'm sure, it just seems wrong and unfair - how am I to get through this dreary month of January with no superficial awards shows to watch?
I guess I'll just have to get buy on envisioning Tom Brady in a tux.


Also, on an unrelated note, one of my first posts on this blog was dedicated to my love of Law & Order, then recently I saw this NY Times article

Now I'm not calling myself high-powered or super successful but I'll just let you draw the parallel.

Movin' On Up To The East Side....... (Okay actually south four blocks)

I cannot believe that it's less than a week until Christmas! The past month has been insanely busy, which is no excuse for no blog love I know but between Christmas parties, shopping, and cooking there has been little time.
Plus to top it all off I decided to move during one of the busiest times of year - yay me! However, this move isn't overly difficult as I'm only going four blocks down the street, yes, that's right I'm moving in with the S.O. When my current lease was terminated I did start to look for new apartments but we chatted and figured that it didn't make sense or dollars! that I get another place so here we are together and cohabitating. I'm not entirely "officially" moved in yet but by next weekend I will be and I'm sure his life will be vastly improved not only by my constant presence but also now by the constant presence of food in the refrigerator and an abundance of t.p. on hand (things that somehow didn't exist over there previously). I've never had a male roomie before so it should be interesting, but unlike my past female roommates I'm sure we will never fight for time in front of the mirror in the bathroom or decorating styles. The only issue so far is that I prefer to flip between GMA, VH1 and Saved By The Bell reruns while getting ready in the morning while his preference is Squawk Box, but after he's experience a few mornings with Diane and Robin or some Forgive videos at 7a.m. I'm sure that will all change.
A few other random asides:
I have been stating since the beginning of football season how I despise the pink, female jerseys that are worn by women. In my opinion if you are going to wear a jersey then you need to wear the real deal, not some pink and white combo, but even more importantly the pink jersey screams "I am a semi-trashy bimbo who doesn't even really know about sports" (I have yet to see someone in a pink jersey that disprove this theory.) Then to provide a classic illustration of this theory, who appears in a pink jersey last week? None other than Jessica Simpson - thank you, case in point.
I am bracing myself for a crappy Christmas gift season, to date, nobody that I expect to be receiving presents from has bought me anything yet - it's December 19th! Now I know the season isn't about presents, but let me be clear, I love presents, I take the time to pick out nice presents for people so please be kind and return the favor! I am going on the record now and saying that I may need to develop a Christmas list in October of next year and distribute it to those in need (and by in need I mean in need of a clue of what to buy me). Fa la la la la la la la la!

A Few Things

've been a bad blogger, I admit it. Although I have a personal mini-drama on my hands, I was told this month that my apartment building was sold and I have to move by the end of January!
Moving in Chicago in during the holiday and winter season how fun!!! There's also the additional fact that I loathe moving, it is such a pain, packing, unpacking - I despise it all. So needless to say
that has take up a majority of my time as of late - still no solution yet but hopefully soon!
In the meantime, two pet peeves that crossed my mind this week for you to ponder (and hopefully discourage in others).
Random spitting on the public sidewalk. It's 8a.m. in the morning, do you REALLY need to hawk a big loogie right in front of me when I've just had my breakfast. Honestly, unless you've just ingested something awful or poisonous there really is no reason to spit (unless you're playing baseball then I condone it, I don't like it but I condone it as part of the sport).
Women who don't observe the courtesy stall policy. Say there are five stalls and I am in stall three and the rest are empty, you do not choose options two or four, options one or five are the acceptable choices. If there's space available make use of it. Really, if men have mastered the art of urinal etiquette why can we not do the same?
That's all I've got for now!

Can You Tell Me How To Get To ...........

So it happened to me again this week so I felt that I needed to write about it - I get stopped on the street and asked for directions at least once a week. Since my office is right next door to the Sears Tower I can somewhat understand that I get approached for directions often as there's always a number of tourists wandering about on the sidewalk (and walking four wide during prime commuting hours) BUT this also happens to me in other parts of the city and here's the kicker, when I'm on vacation in other countries!
This as lead me to believe that either 1) to the general public I appear like woman in the know, someone who will definitely given them an answer or 2) the most non-threatening person in their line of sight. I prefer to think that it's option 1 because really, I don't want to look that non-threatening to the general public, I don't think that can lead to anything good.
I will confess though that my all-time favorite ask for directions was when I was in the Knightsbridge area of London and was stopped by two Scots who were asking for directions to Harvey Nicols, I was thrilled because they thought I was a Londoner - I didn't stick out as an ugly American! I was doubly excited because I also knew how to give them directions to where they were going, for a split second I contemplated responding in a British accent but I think would have known it to be fake and S.O. would have never let me hear the end of it.
So do I need to walk faster, look meaner or just enjoy the fact that one of the reasons I'm here is so assist those that are directionally challenged. And next time you're lost anywhere in the greater Chicagoland area or Western Europe just give me a call! )

A Thorough Examination

So just when I was thinking that I had nothing fun to blog about as of late, I had my annual gynecologist appointment today. (How many of you are just hating that you read that sentence right now!) Actually, it was a fairly quick and uneventful trip but as I am sitting on the examining table making the initial polite small talk (honestly if you can make small talk in that situation you should never fear cocktail parties - just a thought) the doctor pulls up my file on the computer and is just reviewing my file when he says "So are you still dating your boyfriend? It's been about four years, what's going on with that - when's he going to get to it?"
Oh no he didn't! I couldn't help but crack up and ask "what else do you have written in there!", so I can't wait to tell my "significant other" - he really wouldn't want his name tied to this post, that he lives in infamy in the computer system of Northwestern's gynecology department.