Day 3: “I’m very inappropriate, which makes me a problem dinner guest, because at some point during the evening someone inevitably says, ‘Okay, heh heh heh, okay, too much information! Heh heh heh. Don’t go there!’ I live there. I bought a house there.” – Margaret Cho, the empress of edginess I’m betting everyone has a … Read more
Day 2: “Fifty percent of people want to sleep with me, and the other 50 percent want to kill me.” – Rachel Marsden, political pundit Way to come out of the gate swinging, eh? When I first read this quote I thought “what the heck am I going to do with that!?” Mae West and … Read more
Every year for Christmas my mom gets me one of those daily calendars. You know the kind – each day has its own page and when it’s done you tear it off and move on to the next one. They’re also themed. My favorite up to now was last year’s Mensa. When I’d get to … Read more
A woman’s six favorite words:
“How much weight have you lost?”
Granted that’s if the woman hearing them has gained, um, a lot of weight since moving to Chicago. Another woman’s six favorite words might be “Quarter Pounder large fries Diet Coke”, or “I love you, marry me now”, or “tickets please, this plane is boarding”. Tonight, my favorite six words were “how much weight have you lost?”
I haven’t written much lately. And by that I mean I haven’t written much here. I’ve written a lot on The Local Tourist. Although, to be perfectly honest I haven’t even written much there, but I’ve been very busy. Really, crazy, out-of-my-mind busy. And always in the back of my mind I think “I should … Read more
“I don’t know how you do it. You’re everywhere. Do you ever sleep?”
I’ve heard that often in the last couple of years. I go out. A lot. It’s part of my job. And letting everybody know I’m out is part of my job. So it’s given me a reputation, of sorts. I remember pulling out a notepad at a meeting and someone commented “you’re taking notes? I thought you were just a party girl.”
There’s so much more I have left to write about Hutchinson and Pretty Prairie and the Wolcott House, and I will, but as my first day home waxed and waned I kept thinking about a conversation Joanna and I had yesterday as we were driving back to Chicago. She asked me what I would take home from this trip. After ruminating for a moment, I realized it was perspective.
Tonight I saw Alice Peacock perform. She’s a Chicago singer/songwriter who’s done pretty well for herself. From her performance I understand why.
As I was watching her I thought “this is what she’s meant to do.” Her pitch was perfect. She was a natural. I couldn’t imagine her doing anything else. And I doubt she can either.
Well now, I kind of fell off the face of this blog, didn’t I? I fell into the same old trap. The last two days of my “30 days of happy” were, well, happy. And busy. So I didn’t write. And since then I’ve been busy. So I didn’t write. And to be perfectly honest a lot of crap has happened in the last month or so. So I didn’t want to write. And now here we are well beyond another thirty days and I’m just now finishing up the last and I still don’t really want to write, but if I don’t then another thirty days and another thirty days will pass and before you know it I’m 50 and there’s no way I can catch up then.