Urges.

So I don't mean to ruin Margie's kick-butt picture of her awesome new fireplace, but, you know, sometimes you just need to share a horrible [and yet funny] story with your sisters.

Monday morning. Approximately 7:34am. I’m sitting in the school parking lot, listening to my CD, minding my own business, almost looking forward for the day to start. [Minor exaggeration there, but you get the picture, I’m sure.] I had had no previous anger spells that morning, but, boy! I was about to have one!
I saw the car pull in the next row of parking spots and swing a perfect left into the spot one up and over from my own. Maybe it was that stupid, perfect turn set me off, or maybe it was some deep-rooted reason that I wouldn’t figure out until two periods later. No matter the reason, I was overcome with the strong desire to KEY this person’s car.
Now, let me take this moment to clarify that this person had technically caused no foul against me, that there was no logical reason for my urge. In my mind, however, sisters, there would have been nothing sweeter than running my key down the length of that shiny car, permanently leaving my mark. It would have been a beautiful thing, I swear to you…

Okay, so I guess that was a little more twisted than funny, but looking back on it myself, it’s funny. [And for the record, I did NOT key anyone’s car. It would have been one of the greatest moments of my life, but I didn’t deface anyone’s property. I guess that Martha’s karma deal got the better of me.]
Anyway, my point in all this randomness: Don’t you ever get those urges? When you want something, and you would give nearly anything to have it? The urges comes up out of nowhere and BAM! You want to key that person’s car. Or something like that…

Pictorialize

pictorialize (v.): to represent by a picture

A Little Reading...

And Writing Too

  As if I needed another reason to miss our home, Sisters, I just finished reading The Devil in the white City. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly encourage it. As promised by every review I read in the Trib and Times, it read more like a novel than the historical work of nonfiction that it is, and although it is, at times, a little psychologically disturbing, it is neither as scary nor gory as I was afraid it would be. It just offers that extra razor edge that makes you want to double check the door at night while you’re reading it. And more than any of that, it makes me so proud to come from a city with such a complex history.

  On the one hand, Sisters, one’s heart absolutely must swell with pride at thinking of the fair the city built at a time when it was honestly inconceivable, and I have newfound appreciation for the infamous Chicago tenacity. We are nothing today to our past! Why, we reversed the flow of a river and built a city to rival our own (Chicago as it existed at that time) in twenty-six months. Nothing short of astonishing.

  And even Dr. H. H. Holmes, as dark and horrible as he was, there is still something about him that nonetheless completes the image of Chicago, unlike any other city, which, of course, has its own share of dangers.

  That is my two-cent book review. I have since moved on to Baudolino by Umberto Eco, although I ought to be reading about the evolution of civilian-military relations. I do wonder how I have time to read, especially since I’ve spent this whole past week “under the weather,” but I have even begun writing again. Tonight, I practiced for NaNoWriMo and wrote 2,049 words for my latest project. It felt wonderful to do, and I can only hope the inspiration lasts. The beginning is always easy, when the story seems fresh, it’s when the conflict comes in that I always struggle and tire and eventually abandon. We shall see though… Maybe I have caught some of that Chicago determination from my reading.

Super Saturday

Do you ever have days where you wake up with a ton of energy, bounce out of bed, sing in the shower, feel totally prepared to take on the day, and then just...don't? I'm having a day like that. Right now, I'm kind of cranky and irritable. And everything is getting on my nerves. I think I need to take up an aggressive sport. Maybe kick-boxing. Or regular boxing. Or just kicking the asses of people who are pissing me off. Maybe that last one is the best.

We Do Not Advocate This Sort Of Thing...

NOR DO WE ENDORSE IT.

But it's crazy, so I'm going to share it: he wants donkeys at his wedding.

He sounds like the real deal, but you never know when you're going to run into a snollygoster.

snollygoster (n.): a shrewd, unprincipled person

Don't Forget

Today is September 19th.

It's International Talk Like A Pirate Day.

You know what to do!

Random

Have you ever....?

I don't know if this is a new thing, but when you guys use to drive in the car with mom, and she would sing along to the radio, did you ever notice how she drives even slower?

*sigh*

It annoys me immensely.

Frigorific

(adj.): causing cold; CHILLING

example sentence: The frigorific rain is driving me mad.

Fairy Tales

from the 28 Shop

The specialty shop within a department store, named after the original private entrance on Washington Street, had these witty quips in their fall 2006 spread, Enchanted:

Look straight ahead, Red Riding Hood, and don't stray from the path.
CAN YOU EVER TRUST A WOMAN IN RED?

With just one kiss, I shall become your prince.
TEMPTING, BUT SHE HAD BETTER OFFERS.

Day and night, Cinderella toiled away at her chores.
WHAT A WOMAN WON'T DO FOR A PAIR OF GLASS SHOES.

Then came the second Billy Goat Gruff.
SHE NEVER COULD TRAVEL LIGHT.

Step to the stove, Gretel, to see if it is hot.
BUT COOKING WAS NOT HER FORTE.

I hope the retail monster with the giant red signs doesn't ruin this, too. Because, when fairy tales cease to exist, so does our hope for a happily ever after.

I'm going to miss those green signs.

Diamond Dust & Champagne

for your hair

I'm not making this up . I checked the ingredients.

so today's word...epicure (n): one devoted to sensual pleasure

Happy 100th!

Nanny nanny boo boo. I got the 100th post! And Sister #4, CONGRATULATIONS!