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Monday, June 14, 2010

Day 167: LOST: One birthday, last seen in Aurora, IL on June 20, 2009 (when I celebrated turning 30)

DAY 167:  Birthdays suck. They didn’t used to suck, but starting this year…they suck. I went into the 31st birthday not even caring, not really even thinking about it and not wanting to make a big deal about it and not because I was all sad about getting old, more because I just didn’t really care anymore…until a friend told me…what?! It’s your birthday…the one day of the year when it should be all about you, you have to celebrate and do something special! And I thought, you know, she’s right, so what if I’m 31 and an adult, I still want to celebrate and I thought I was going to celebrate. Shame on me for listening to her...BIG mistake...HUGE. The Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup on Wednesday and the Celebration parade and rally were scheduled for Friday….my birthday! Exciting, right? So after about 17 hrs of working two jobs on Thursday and 3 hours sleep, we headed to downtown Chicago to celebrate with the Hawks and we did…it was glorious, it was sweaty, it was exciting – it’s something I will never forget, but really, it wasn’t about me…and that’s okay…I’m glad I went, but I wasn’t fooling myself thinking the people out with me were out for my birthday and drinking in celebration of me especially since most of them didn’t even know it was my birthday…no no no…it was for the Hawks – which is what it should be – my birthday is every year, this had not happened in over 40 years.


So after the parade we went to a bar, drank some beers, and eventually headed home with the whole night ahead of us…a night to finally celebrate ME!! Or at least me being born...so, still tired, I fought the sandman and I showered, curled my hair and headed out. Unfortunately, the night didn’t have much in store for me…it had mac and cheese (which was very yummy), an hour nap followed by a night at a local bar with my sister, my boyfriend and one friend where I drank a couple beers and did a couple shots and went home a couple hours later. That’s it. Birthday over after some in person wishes of a happy birthday, a card or two, numerous facebook messages, and well...mac and cheese by candlelight, alone.  What happened to cake and candles? What happened to balloons or flowers? What happened to clowns, pony rides, and jumpy castles?? Okay, I never had any of those things, but if I did, I’d wonder where they went! What happened to cards and people joining you to celebrate? What happened to presents with bows and bright colored paper? What happened to excitement and surprise? What happened to it being a special day?  What happened to YAY – IT’S MY BIRTHDAY?!!


Yeah, not sure…maybe it’s worn out its life expectancy now that it’s over 30 years old or maybe it’s just hiding? Has anyone seen my birthday? I could’ve sworn we had an appointment on Friday, but it seems to be M.I.A. I know the date has passed, but I’d like to at least know it still exists and isn’t dead in a gutter somewhere being gnawed on by rats. Optimistic spin: If my birthday is dead, does this mean I will never get older??!!

And I know I'm probably being a big baby, well, maybe not BIG, maybe just a little because it could be worse...


Wait....that might not be so bad....

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Day 155: Green and White do NOT go well with my Skin Tone

DAY 155:  Recently, I’ve been discovering a lot of pet peeves that I have. Just yesterday, I realized that no one (at my job) puts a comma before a conjunction to connect two independent clauses (didn’t we all learn in elementary school that a comma goes before the word ‘but’?) – it drives me crazy. However, I know that I over use the word ‘that’ so I’m sure I drive a “That Pet Peeve-ing” co-worker equally nuts. There are two others that I’m slowly learning I can’t stand – one having to do with me and one having to do with what is said to me. Jealousy and Lies. I think it’s pretty common to not like when you get jealous and not like when people lie to you, so why do people do it?

For all intensive purposes, I’m a relatively successful woman, I’m educated, gainfully employed, own a home, have family, friends and a boyfriend who are close by and usually pretty great. What’s there to be jealous of? Isn’t there always something though? (see post Beatles to the Rescue) It can be one little thing that turns you into the Incredible Hulk or Jealous Green Giant too. You’re already stressed and tired and worried or thinking about something and then this little thing that otherwise wouldn’t bother you and make you jealous, gets you right between the shoulder blades with a teeny little stab. I’ve never found myself to be a jealous person, but lately it seems to be creeping up on me more and more often. It leads to anger or distrust, and I just plain don’t like it. So, I did a little research on it and learned that jealousy in ingrained – it’s actually been observed in infants 5 months and older…5 months! We can’t even feed ourselves or express a single word, but we can be jealous. How am I to fight something that old?? Optimistic spin: I am not 5 months old, I am 30, and therefore, I have control over myself and my emotions. This jealousy will not get the better of me. At least, not this time.

What makes jealousy even worse is when it stems from or is coupled with a lie, a white lie maybe, but a lie nonetheless. For the most part, white lies are minor lies that are considered to be harmless or even for the ‘greater good’ – they are called ‘white’ because the color white is associated with good. We’ve all told them because we want someone to feel better, more secure, we want to avoid a fight…You ask your significant other if you look fat in this outfit (a question I never ask – it’s completely unfair…I just outright say, damn I feel fat in this - not asking for any response) or you ask a friend how you look after you are already out for the night….you don’t want to hear yes you look fat from the person you love and you don’t want your friend to tell you that you look like a beast when there is nothing you can do to fix it, but when does a white lie become a problem? For all of America, it becomes a problem when thousands of individuals try out for American Idol every year – assaulting our ear drums – someone, somewhere told them they sounded good – they didn’t want to hurt their feelings – a white lie – well now that white lie has not only led them to have an unrealistic dream, but it also led to that dream being crushed and forced American viewers to endure a little torture (hey, it’s torture when my sides hurt from laughing so hard….) Now for me personally, it’s a little different. For me, a white lie becomes a problem when you find out the truth and it makes you question everything that person tells you. Even white lies build up…

Lies start as early as 3 and by the age of 6, most kids lie a few times a day. This doesn’t stop either. Apparently research shows (don’t ask me what studies, I don’t know) that people lie constantly, that it is pervasive in everyday life…people tell two to three lies every 10 minutes, even conservative estimates indicate that we lie at least once a day. ‘They’ say people who deceive themselves also tend to be happier than people who do not, they are viewed as friendlier too – maybe that’s my problem…this whole pessimistic things is just because I don’t lie enough…Optimistic spin: I have just rationalized me telling more lies!!

But let’s be honest…while we think these little ‘white’ lies are harmless, no one likes to be lied to, even about seemingly trivial, irrelevant things. It damages intimacy and especially trust. You feel betrayed and wonder when it is they are telling the truth? I mean, it’s okay to lie about some things, maybe, but it hurts when someone tells you they love you and then ends up having a family with two kids, a dog named Tiger, and a cat named Azrael in another state. Not that this happened to me, but you get the picture. And we’re talking about white lies here anyway – that is CLEARLY a black lie. Optimistic spin: Let me reiterate…this has NEVER happened to me.

So, the next time you’re friend is acting jealous and it’s unwarranted and they ask you, am I being crazy? Say “hell yes you are!” Not, “No, not at all. It’s totally normal.” If she is being a loon, she’ll want to know it – otherwise, how can she change it? And if your girlfriend asks you if you’ve ever hooked up with someone, not because she’s jealous (yet…just kidding), don’t tell her no if the answer if really yes because you don’t want her to get mad or you don’t think it matters – because chances are it wouldn’t matter if you tell her the truth in the first place, but when she finds out the truth later and realizes you lied – well then it matters. And if your mom’s coffee is bad, don’t say you’re not in the mood for coffee and dash out to Dunkin’ Donuts, just tell her – your coffee tastes like tar and teach her how to make it better…I’m sure this will help many people in the future. And if your wife tells you she thinks you were flirting with a friend or co-worker, don’t deny it, it’ll just get her mad and she’ll wonder why you are not being truthful. Just say yeah, sometimes I flirt with Josie, but it doesn’t mean anything because I have no intention of getting involved with her...then add how beautiful your wife is and how no one is ever going to be better than her (hehe). And if your roommate asks you to watch a terrible TV show, don’t say you’ll watch it with her/him if you hate it and really don’t want to because then your roommate will think you like it and make you watch it all the time – and that would suck…for you. And if a boyfriend or girlfriend asks you about something, a fact or tidbit from the past, some little, stupid, non important fact – usually because they want to know you better maybe they are just curious, maybe someone said something that made them wonder - you may think it doesn’t matter – and as I said before, chances are it doesn’t, but just think to yourself before you tell a ‘white’ lie to ‘spare’ feelings, avoid a fight or because you think the truth ‘doesn’t matter’ –will the truth hurt more now coming from you or later coming from someone else? Because yes, the lie in and of itself might not be a big deal, but the fact that you lied about something so small and silly has to make one wonder…when is this person really telling me the truth? Optimistic spin: I don’t have one – lies suck. Period. However, I guess I should be glad they are white lies and not the “I have a family in another state” type of lies.

*Note: As I write this, an episode of Lie to Me is on and they are singing a song to a group of kids with these lyrics…perfect to close this with. “It’s feels alright and it’s more polite, but a lie’s still a lie even when it’s white. While it might be hard to say what’s true, would you want a white lie told to you?”

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Day 154: If I call you a midge, be afraid...be very afraid.

DAY 154:  Since my last entry great things have been happening, I think it’s the MOST versatile blogger award, it makes things just fall at my feet in awe…in the last few days I’ve discovered a new invention, learned about a pretty fantastic new creature, and found a place where I can get books for free.

Sunday night was a great night here in Chicago – hot, only slightly humid – which might not sound great to some of you, but in Chicago in May, it’s about the best I can ask for. So after a long day of just lazying about with the boyfriend we decided to go steal my sister and her husband’s bikes to take a nice bike ride. We both said we are going to do this a lot this summer – time will tell if we do. On this night, we decided to ride over to the lake – now, I haven’t been on a bike in quite some time, especially a nice one, with gears and whatnot. About 5 blocks into our ride, I attempt to change gears and clunk, clunk – the chain falls off. It was all very sweet – us on a bike ride to the lake, my bf being sweet and getting off his bike to fix my chain. Me, being the independent woman I am, tell the bf I’ve got it and go to put the chain back on. He walks over and laughs, and says “Oh yeah, you’ve got it…look” and then proceeds to show me how there is this great hinge-type thing that pushes in and gives you slack on the chain which makes it infinitely easier to put it back on. I’m amazed and say “Wow, that’s pretty awesome, took them long enough to come up with that.” At which point my 6 years younger boyfriend says, with a smirk “It’s not new, it’s been on bikes since I was a kid…” Jerk! Optimistic spin: I can now put the chain back on without his help – thank you! And while he might have had this cool chain fixer thing on his bike when he was a kid – I had Garbage Pail Kids, Teddy Ruxpin, and got to ride my bike without a helmet when I was little (he probably did too, but for purposes of my “so there!” moment, let’s just pretend he didn’t).


After that the ride was really nice. We get to the lake and start our ride around the trail when I feel something – well a bunch of somethings hit me. I ask him, did we just ride through a swarm of bugs….yep! Awesome…then it happens again, and again, I couldn’t get away from these bugs – there are millions of them in a huge cloud that we ride through again and again. I duck hoping to dodge the swarm – nope, they still fly into my eye, up my nose, into my mouth…I try to be a trooper and keep riding, but eventually give up and ask him if we can get off the trail. As I’m picking a bug out of my eye and wiping my arms I ask him, what the hell are those things?! He, being the avid fly fisherman he is, tells me they are midges and apparently they make flies that resemble them to catch fish. Well fuck midges! I hate those little assholes. I mean they don’t bite (so he says), but damn they sure ruined my romantic ride around the lake! AND I just realized that my mom used to call me a little midge…was that her nice way of saying I was annoying and ruined her romantic ride around the lake? Optimistic spin: I found a midge on my bathroom floor shortly after and I killed it! Then drowned it in my toilet – that’s revenge!

These are midges at my nephew's baseball game - brutal little buggers!

So far, I’ve told you about the “new” invention I found, the “fantastic” new creature I learned about and now…the place where I get FREE books! Wait for it….wait for it…the library. I know! It’s great – you go there and they give you a card and you can take books…for free! I’ve been told other people already know about this and the child I once was knew about it too, but my adult self completely forgot. Until today when I needed to get a new book and well….had no money. So I walked over to this library place my boyfriend told me about, show them my Driver’s license and they give me this card and let me take 2 books home. I’m pretty stoked! Optimistic spin: If you didn’t realize yet…the books…were free!! No spin needed. And with that, I’m out – on a positive note for once…take that Tuesday that is really like Monday. I should have more Mondays that are really a Tuesday – it makes me more optimistic.  Or maybe it was this invitation I got today through my hotmail???