Tough Stuff

September 20, 2013 at 2:01 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

So, my little sister is kind of a badass.

For real.

She had surgery this week (nothing major, don’t you worry) and she had to spend two nights in the hospital.  Everything went well and she’s home now but dealing with a restricted diet and a couple of weeks off of work.  The only time I’ve ever spent in the hospital was when I was in second grade and had my tonsils taken out.  I was a huge baby for the entire ordeal.  Of course, that might have been because I was in the second grade but I honestly don’t think I’d handle things much better nowadays.  I had to go get an IV of fluids in college because I was really dehydrated one busy, hot summer and it was traumatic.  Same goes for when I walked into a pine tree (sober) and got a pine needle (which I’m allergic to) in my eye.  Whenever I’m sick or injured I revert back to childhood and just want my mommy.  Mom was there for my sister’s surgery but even if she hadn’t been, I think my sister would have handled things just fine.  She’s pretty strong and her ability to just get through whatever is thrown at her kind of amazes me.  She also actually works in a hospital, which is kind of crazy to me as well.  To think that she voluntarily enters one every day for hours on end…my mind can’t wrap around it.  I will avoid them like the plague (unless I somehow actually wind up with the plague) but that’s where she spends the majority of her time.  Come to think of it, she may also be a little crazy on top of being a badass.

I wish I could’ve been there for the whole procedure but I don’t have tons of vacation time, plus my sister assured me more than once that it wasn’t that big of a deal and everything would be fine.  Obviously, she was right but that still doesn’t mean that my thoughts haven’t been with her and I haven’t been worried the last few days.  I’m really glad she’s finally out of the hospital (though I’m sure not as glad as she is) and I’ll be heading home one weekend next month to visit.

Basically, I just wanted to say I think my sister is awesome and I’m glad she’s alright.  Even though she has the ability to drive me crazy and make me punch walls in the bathrooms of airports (yup, that’s happened), I’m still pretty fond of her and like having her around!


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Road Trip!

February 24, 2012 at 1:08 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

It’s that time of the year again.  The time that I travel down to my hometown to celebrate my birthday (along with that of about a dozen family members) at the legendary Beef O’Brady’s.  This will be the third year in a row we’ve had this party and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pretty excited.  I haven’t been home since Christmas and while it hasn’t been that long ago, I’m ready for a visit.  I’ll be hanging with family and seeing some friends (while also checking out the new home one of them just purchased – god, I’m getting old) and I’ll also get to meet my sister’s boyfriend, which I’m REALLY looking forward to.  Given that she hasn’t had one since the sixth grade and has spent the last dozen or so years giving grief to every partner I’ve ever brought around, I figure it’s time for some payback.  Surely he needs to know about how she used to carry worms around in her purse and once brought a jar with a slug that had given birth in it to show off to the whole school for Show and Tell – right? Right.

I’m also more than ready for the Mental Health Day I have scheduled for Monday – a day that will be full of sleeping in, going out for brunch and hanging out with my awesome self while everyone else I know is at work.  Score!

In honor of my three-day weekend and the good mood I seem to find myself in, here’s a picture of a silly, cute looking dog:


Happy Weekend!

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August 19, 2011 at 10:26 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

This is where my sister is right now:

I wanna be a witch so bad...

For those of you not in the know, this is the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.  One would think I’d be jealous of the week-long vacation she’s had, her time on the beach, many adult beverages or quality time with friends, but no.  I’m jealous that she got to see this place without me, especially since I’m the one who turned her on to the damn books in the first place.  I’m jealous of her looking at wands and drinking Butterbeer.  I’m jealous that she’s the 5th or 6th person in my family who has made it to this place while I have not.

I suppose I’ll live, and I’ll be in Guatemala in less than two months so if I had really wanted to go down to Orlando, I’m sure I could’ve made it happen in place of this volcano-climbing trip I’ve got planned.  I’m sure I’ll make it one of these days and until then I’ll look at pictures and dream.  And make my sister tell me all about it.

Happy Weekend!

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Little Miss Sis

July 7, 2011 at 10:16 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

I know I’ve spoken once or twice about my little sister, as I’m kinda sorta fond of her.  Most of the time.  We’re incredibly different people and we still manage to get along but every now and then I just shake my head in wonder at her.  Last night was one of those times, as she once again proved me to me how tough she really is.

This is as close as I'll get to ever wearing one of these.

I’m not going to get into specifics but she works in a hospital and does things on a daily basis that I cannot fathom trying to do myself.  I’ll go ahead and say it – she’s stronger than I am in a lot of ways.  Not physically of course (I’ll always be able to kick her ass) but when it comes to medical and health stuff, she deals much better than I.  Whereas I’m typically a messy lump that tries to hide in corner when I get within 10 blocks of any hospital, she’s the one who jumps right in and does what needs to be done.  And I think she’s pretty tough stuff for doing what she does.

It’s weird to say that I’m proud of her because this is the same girl who used to carry worms around in her purse.  But I am proud of her and I respect what she does for a living.  I’m a cubicle rat who pushes buttons and papers all day long but she deals in real life and death situations on a daily basis.  I actually admire her for everything she does, especially since I’m aware I’d never be able to handle it myself.

My sister is kind of like a super hero and I’m glad I know her, let alone get to call her family.  If I was ever in a hospital I’d want her by my side and not just because she might sneak me in chocolate.  And if you’re ever unlucky enough to find yourself needing a hospital in the Southern Indiana area just let me know – I’ve got a referral for ya!

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Fun, Family and Freezing Rain

October 4, 2010 at 12:41 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The title pretty much sums up my weekend.

Thanks to Abe and all the others

My cousin and sister drove in on Friday evening, as my cousin’s husband was deployed to Afghanistan for a year last week and she deserves a good vacation – and on that note, any prayers/chants/good vibes/well and safe wishes you could send their way are greatly appreciated.  You don’t have to support war to support our troops.  Anyway,  she’d never been to Chicago before so after they picked me up from the train station we had a few drinks at my place and headed out for the night.  I took them to The Blue Line Lounge, which is a bar I know I’ve blogged about before.  We had martini’s and I ran into five different people I know (the Lounge had some nice outdoor seating that makes for good people watching – and since Friday was likely one of the last warm nights we’ll have until mid-2011, everyone took advantage of it).  The food was good and the drinks were slow-coming but strong when they arrived.  Then came the rain, which we avoided by going into a different drinking establishment.  Good times were had by all.

The Magnificent Mile is only magnificent if you've got lots of $$$

We woke up early on Saturday (and I mean early…I enjoy sleeping in on weekends but as my cousin was up and moving by 8am, so was I) and I made a huge breakfast before we headed out.  Now, my sister is a shopper and my cousin even more so, so of course we headed to Michigan Avenue.  Personally, I avoid this area most of the time as the majority of my clothing comes from Kohl’s around Christmastime.  I’ve never been much of a fashion expert and while I like looking nice, shopping and trying on clothes for hours usually makes me want to poke my own eyeballs out with a high-heeled shoe.  I did manage to find a scarf and jacket for myself so that was good, and my cousin and sister came away with some purchases they were more than happy about so that made it worthwhile.  At one point, I was sitting on a bench in H&M (clothing store) with some poor forgotten husband and we were both playing games on our phones.  We commented to each other how the store would make lots more money if they had a bar set up, but since there was no liquor in sight we were stuck with our cells for entertainment.  It made me feel slightly better that I wasn’t alone in waiting.

The weather on Saturday was a big bunch of crappy so we had to dodge high winds and cold rain as we walked from store to store.  Seeing as how the high on Friday was in the mid-seventies and Saturday’s temps were roughly 20 degrees colder than that, even I was in a bit of a weather shock.  The rain may have not been literally freezing but it felt like it, especially to the two visiting girls who have been used to warmer weather.  We shopped til we dropped, with a pizza break at Unos in between stores.  We all got the traditional Chicago deep dish and we all felt like taking naps when we were finished.  And while we didn’t nap, we did have a bit of down time at my place before getting ready to go out Saturday night.

We went and had dinner at Deleece Grill and Pub in Lakeview, and I was pleasantly surprised.  I’d never been before but have heard amazing things about their macaroni and cheese so we gave it a shot.  And it was delicious.  They had a lot of food to choose from but apparently their mac and cheese is a well-known specialty so I enjoyed the Gruyere and roasted root vegetables with crispy fried

Mmm food

shallots dish.  As much as I loved it I had some extra at the end, so I took that to our next stop, a birthday party (I left it in the fridge and I like to think it provided help to someone’s late night munchies).  A friend of mine was throwing down at his place that evening and the festivities involved a keg of tasty micro-brewed beer.  I don’t even remember the last keg party I went to so it was entertaining to say the least.  The keg was also strategically positioned in the tub of the one and only bathroom, so you could multi-task while taking a leak.  Handy, if not entirely sanitary.  It was funny to be out with my cousin and sister because all three of us look quite alike and we even had some stranger on the bus ask if we were related.  My friends at the party commented on it too…I haven’t had that happen since high school, when we all lived in the same town, so I got a kick out of it.  We partied for a while but my poor cousin was almost falling asleep on her feet so we headed home before it got super late.

After a huge brunch at my go-to breakfast spot for taking house guests (yup, Chief O Neills), my sister and cousin headed on home.  I headed onto my couch, where I spent a large part of my evening.  I also cleaned a little, watched a movie and had dinner…but yeah, most of the night involved my couch, which was exactly what I needed after a super busy weekend playing tour guide.  I love when people visit me but it’s always tiring (and expensive!).  We all had a great time though so that’s what really matters.  And hopefully the next time my family comes to visit, the weather will be warm and sunny so I can really show Chicago off.  I realize that probably won’t be for another eight months or so and I’ve made my peace with that…plus I have a new scarf and jacket to help me out until then!

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You Know Who You Look Like?

June 23, 2010 at 2:16 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , )

I’ve heard that before.  It seems like everyone has a celebrity that they’re often told they resemble, and I appear to be no different.

When I was younger, I was told that I looked like Melissa Joan Hart.  Or to be more specific, Melissa Joan Hart from her Clarissa Explains It All days.  I attribute this to the fact that we both have slightly upturned noses and her character was quirky, eccentric, wore odd clothes and had bad Eighties hair.  I admit these similarities.

Lately, it seems everyone and their mother has been telling me how much I look like The Waitress from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.  I’ve only seen the show a handful of times and since she’s not a main character, I’ve only seen her like once.  I was not impressed.

It’s like Melissa Joan Hart all over again.  I guess I can see the resemblance here (though I’m not blond).  It’s the nose and thin lips that do it.  I actually had a complete stranger on the bus tell me she was convinced she knew me and after I politely told her I didn’t think so, she realized it was because she thought I looked so much like The Waitress.  Sigh.

Here’s her with brunette hair.  I admit there are a few things we have in common.

Now here’s where things get weird.  The people in my family all look very much alike – basically, everyone spawned by my grandparents or their children bears a striking resemblance to one another.  Enough to warrant an entirely separate blog post, which I will one day create.  Anyway, my little sister and I don’t look too much alike (or so we like to think) but a recent hair cut which gave her bangs for the first time in about a decade has proved to help us look more like one another.  Earlier this week, she was hanging out with a friend of hers and he was giving her shit for looking so much like me.  I think he said something along the lines of “Go back to Chicago” and was generally poking fun.  After a few minutes though, he got serious and said that who she really looked like was The Waitress from It’s Always Sunny.  Mind you, he had no previous knowledge of how many people have told me that or how much it gets under my skin.  She let loose some profanities on him and when she explained why, he had a good laugh.

Ha.  Ha.  Ha.

Oh, and the weirdest comparison I’ve ever received?  A guy I used to deliver pizzas with would constantly tell me I looked like Link from Zelda.

This is inappropriate because I am not a male, nor am I a cartoon character.  Even though I wish I was (a cartoon character, not a male).  And besides that – really?  Are my ears that pointed?  Does this guy resemble Melissa Joan Hart too?  Or was the pizza dude on drugs?

Actually, I think that answers that.  I’m glad I could Explain it All.

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