Saturday, January 23, 2010
Who are the people in your neighborhood?
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Thursday, January 21, 2010
Bizzaro World
It's been a weird day....
Today a large chuck of a cupcake fell down my shirt. That was something new and exciting for me. I couldn’t even tell you how exactly it happened, other than I took a bite off the top to get full frosting effect, then turned my head to see if the coffee maker was done brewing and when I resumed my attention to the mini treat, I found no cupcake in my hand. It had migrated down the inside of my shirt. I am a disaster.
Today a friend sent me a request to be a part of a recipe email exchange. This exchange called for writing down a recipe off the top of your head, ie your go-to, quick fix, in a pinch recipe. Ummm, apparently that is something I guess I’m supposed to have had memorized at this point in my life. Ooops. I don’t even have a single recipe that I follow, EVER, let alone one that I can spout off the top of my head. I asked her if Mac & Cheese in the box counted as a recipe. She said no. Guess I just got kicked out of that club.
Today I learned that Einstein’s has discontinued my favorite bagel, the Sundried tomato bagel. Jerks. I had been salivating about it all morning too. Instead I ordered the 4 cheese, which despite the fact that I’m a cheeseacholic, I found it to be totally gross and overly salty. Too add insult to injury, the bagel I was served was burnt to all hell. Why did I get out of bed this morning?
Today and yesterday I’ve had a song stuck in my head, Father Figure by George Michael. However it couldn’t be the normal version that is stuck in my head, oh no...it is the American Idol version that was sang by some guy during the finals a few years ago. WTF? I don’t even watch that show. I just happened to catch that one episode.
Today I learned that Mango skin is not edible. After a quick poll in the office kitchen, no one seemed to know the answer. It has the look and feel of apple skin, but it's never served with skin intact. On my never ending quest for knowledge, I took a bite. Big mistake. It was awful. So bad that I took paper towel and scrapped my tongue off, also not something that tastes so good. Cutting a mango is no easy task either. I managed to mangle my mango. Big surprise. Luckily no fingers were severed, nicked, or bruised in the process.
It’s been a weird day....
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Sunday, January 17, 2010
Weekend Recap
Saturday was spent with several of my favorite Chicago ladies dining at the fantastic, though ridiculously over packed Coobah, followed by drinkies at Sopo, the semi-bane of my existence I just recently decided. I really want to like that bar, but the one time a year that I go there I always end up wondering why. It is overly crowded with people who try to be cooler then they are. Then again, what bar isn't that way?
Sunday was spent at a Golden Globes party being hosted by my old London roomie Toni. The best hostess ever had prizes for each category, bountiful food and of course, far too much booze. Naturally, a drinking game of taking a swig every time Haiti was mentioned was enforced. I couldn't really tell you who won the vast majority of the awards, but who cares, I was too busy being a wine-o and making my usual outlandish statements amongst perfect strangers. Hopefully Toni still wants to be friends with me. ;)
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
WTF?
What the F is this?? I love the Walmart site! Not The Mama!
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
You get arrested yet?
I’m so hung over today that even my soul hurts.
I thought you were 22 for some reason
Why aren’t you spooning with me?
Why must you abuse poor helpless men?
Jesus likes naked little cherubs
How’s my little crossing guard?
Is Yenta-ing really a verb?
I wish you were here to smoke cigs with me. I gotta sneak it with these girls
I am a fucking cougar!
I’ve having drinks with someone you made out with freshmen year.
We’re going to put him on douche island where it doesn’t smell like summer’s eve.
Yes, apparently you told me you would give me them [sunglasses] back to me the next time we make out.
Did he tell you that you had awesome boobs?
Who thinks plaid is flattering when worn on the ass?
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Monday, January 11, 2010
Mark after Dark
Millhouse: I met him at a party of a friend of a friend in 2004. We instantly bonded because he was attending UW to get his PhD is something sciencey, what exactly, I forget. He was from Chicago and came back to visit frequently and at the time I had season tickets on the 50 yard line with Katie, so I was in Madison every other weekend...needless to say, our paths ended up crossing fairly regularly. I liked him because he was the sweet nerdy type who would listen to bitch for hours about all the losers I was dating. He was very supportive and a great friend. I really felt blessed to have him in my life...that is until he went crazy. Like bat shit crazy. Let me just preface this by saying that he and I NEVER dated and he knew who I was dating, as I talked about it all the time with him. Anyway, continuing...I went home for homecoming and ended up meeting David out for a drink after he finished work. Millhouse was at a nearby bar and so I invited him to join us, which he did. We all had a few drinks and had a good time. At the end of the night I left with David, as I was crashing on his couch that weekend. On the drive to David's I received one of several drunk dials from Mr Millhouse who decided to freak out (out of nowhere) and accuse me of hooking up with David and rubbing it in his face. Huh? What? Firstly, David and I have always and will always be platonic friends and there was no instance of David and I even flirting that evening (or any evening ever for that matter). Secondly, WTF did this obsession with me come from? I literally was clueless, I thought we were just great friends. Moving the story on...So naturally I berated him. Then David berated him. Then I screamed at him some more. Then maybe a day later when I had told the story to the whole gang, we all drunk dialed Millhouse just to scream at him some more.
Anyway, here's to a Neighbor Nate kind of night!
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Sunday, January 10, 2010
Rave Review: Shape Ups
Last Friday in Chicago was a sloppy slushy mess thanks to the weather gods who dumped like a foot of snow on the Second City. As much as I loooove wearing my Uggies on a cold winter day, I just couldn't torture them by wearing them in a practical swamp land. In a pinch for shoewear, I instead decided to sport my new Shape ups that Santa brought me, as the souls of the shoes are like moon boots. I figured at least my jeans wouldn't get wet.
During lunch, I had to run an errand that took much of the hour and by the time I was sitting back at my desk I'll tell ya, I sure was feeling the burn in my bum and thighs. These things really work! It takes a while to get used to them, as you feel like you are walking on a moon walk, they are a little bit pricey, and you definately can't run in them, but I'm happy with them and will be wearing them more often. Added bonus, my jeans didn't get wet either!
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And another one bites the dust...
This past weeks date falls into the dating realm of weirdo. He just very well might be one of the strangest humans I have ever met. Trust me, I'm all for someone with a quirky personality....I'm kinda out there myself, but I just can't work with the socially inept.
Here is the low down about my date with Braceface:
When he initially told me he had braces, I didn’t care, as I hate bad teeth. Here is the problem though, he refused to talk with his mouth totally open and also refused to smile with his teeth because of his braces. This lead to a lot of mumbling and slurred S’s. He also smiled like a serial killer. Kinda like Charles Manson.
We were at a bar that was totally dead and so of course there were plenty of seating options. He chose seats at the end of the bar for us. About 20 min into the date he stood up. I thought he was getting up to go to the bathroom, but noooo he just stood there. I asked him why he was standing and he told me he doesn’t have enough butt fat and so excessive sitting causes him irritation. I told him to sit, as him towering over me while I’m sitting is weird and makes me paranoid (the guy is 6’5”). He wouldn’t sit, so I had to converse with him while I stared directly up his nose. Awesome.
He had ironic 70’s sideburns. Think Wolverine from X-men. That pretty much sums it up. He told me recently he had one of those mustache/sideburn combo things. He also had a porn mustache and as he called it a “flavor savor.” Gross.
He made contorted faces. I understand I make funny faces when I tell very animated stories, but his face was just contorted.
He asked me to tell him a story, yet every 5 seconds into my story he either made a contorted face, stared at me like a serial killer with crazy bug eyes or most annoyingly, he talked over me and wouldn’t let me finish. The story, about how I got written out of a will because I told a very Catholic relative that the Catholics aren’t the chosen people (a 2 min story MAX), took me 15 min to tell because of all his interruptions. Hey, I get interaction, interjection and jumping in to add things when others are talking...everyone does that once in a while, but literally he interrupted me every 2 seconds to make a cheesy joke that wasn’t funny, charming, interesting or amusing.
Despite my body language which was SCREAMING “GET THE F AWAY FROM ME YOU WEIRDO,” which he even noticed and commented on, he kept on asking for me to hug him and kept on touching my hands or legs. Gross.
He jokingly called me “yo bitch” several times in an attempt to be funny. Not funny.
He made the following remarks throughout the date: “I like your hair, it’s long, so that’s good for pulling, I’ll slap you around, You should kiss me so you can say you kissed someone with braces, and Can you feel the sexual tension between us?”
He admitted to not having many friends. Big surprise Weirdo.
He kept on referring to himself as “completely adorable.” Whatever. He so wasn’t.
I know more about football than he does. What kind of straight man are you?
He told me he thinks that wine bars are pretentious. This could never work. The day before the date he was struggling with ideas of places to go for our date. He said he was trying to find a bar close to my intersection, but was having difficulty doing so. Um, really??? My neighborhood has literally 20 bars within a very short walking distance. His grand idea that he came up with was Buffalo Wild Wings, which I thought was a joke and OF COURSE vetoed immediately. I mean come on, What, what WHAT?? I asked him where he was looking online to get ideas from and he said Yahoo Maps. Um who looks at Yahoo Maps for places to take a date? Since when are they the end all be all in cool places to take a date? Given the fact that he said wine bars are pretentious; I really don’t think he was joking about BWW. This is why I can NEVER date a suburbanite.
He said weird and inappropriate things the entire date. When things like this happen, I flip the switch and go into bitch mode. I should know by now that literally every time I have done this, these weirdos actually tend to like me and are amused by my laser death stares and snotty comments. At one point, I might have told him that he was obviously terrible at reading social cues, as well as me having to tell him he was inappropriate several times, and when he asked if I could feel the sexual tension between us, I replied: “Nope!”
At the end of the date, despite the fact that I had given up on being on good behavior and being charming and thus had moved into the brutally honest bossy bitch mode, he actually leaned in and gave me the kissy face. I’m talking kissy face like a kid makes where you screw up your face and push your lips out as far as they go and then close your eyes. WTF, are you trying to be cute? You look like an idiot. Oh yes, and I failed to mentioned he made the kissy face 4 times. Finally I just gave in and gave him a quick peck after his 4th sad attempt because I felt sorry for him. Please note that just prior to this, I intentionally heavily sighed, rolled my eyes and then just gave him the “You are F’ing kinding me face” at me before I kissed him....he of course noticed this and wasn’t in the least offended. What is wrong with you?? THEN, oh yes, this isn't the end...He copped a feel at the end of the date, said he liked my butt, then asked that I stand up so he could admire it some more.
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Thursday, January 07, 2010
New Year, New Me
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