Hide & Seek

remember that feeling of hiding in hide-and-go-seek when the "it" guy is out looking in all the wrong places for you. and then you try to watch him in the dark through the trees and loose sight of him. . . and you don't know for sure if its still safe for you to get out and run to base or if you should keep hiding out? what a great tension; one should never be too old for this sort of thing.
we took the teens to the forest preserve tonight for their spring break activity. now my hair smells like fire.

my mobile

i love that the british say "mobile (mo-bye-al) " instead of cell phone. either way mine broke in half last week while i was talking to cheese-head thomas. seriously, i'm walking in my living room blah blah blah -it slips off the shoulder and breaks in half. this is the feature of the flip phone that isn't advertised.

i'm ashamed to say how completely handicapped i've been ever since. i have nobody's numbers memorized except for my mom's home in houston. which is hilarious because my mom's friend in louisiana doesn't know how to program phone numbers in his cell, but he doesn't care because he still memorizes numbers. and when his phone breaks in half, i'm sure he can still get a hold of people.

what a lame westerner i am.

on an exciting note, i have found a place to move to downtown! i'm moving to the wrigleyville/uptown area and i couldn't be more excited & giddy. i'll have 2 awesome roomates who are both from the South and ever so kind! move in date tentatively scheduled for april 29.

book cunundrum

is it just me or as we get older do we not become more defined by our book collections? i just packed up my office and i was thinking that i needed to sell all my dumb books on amazon marketplace for 2 reasons: 1. to make a buck back and 2. i don't want to re-pack my books again.

cuz if you're a nomad like me, you've moved every year of your young adult life. and i have to say that the thing i hate most about moving is not the large furniture. it is in fact the boxes of books that weigh three times as much as my couch.

after the last move i swore i'd only go to the library for books and i've kept that oath well. i've only obtained a couple books from friends who have persuaded me to read this or that, aquired a book or two as gifts, and then of course there is the random "oh they don't have this at the library so i might as well get in on sale for 11 bucks" buy. the most recent of the latter has been Rob Bell's Velvit Elvis.

but here i am again, another year and another lease later. . . i'm looking at all my crap and wondering how much i can get for these recycled pages. what a vicious cycle.

Shoe-Mate

Shopping for shoes can certainly be a chaotic experience when clearance time rolls around. I went to Nordstrom Rack to find some comfy city shoes. You see I need a heel, something black, comfy, and stylish a combination that is rare in this day and age. This is where the madness ensues.

At Nordstrom Rack they have a shoe-mate policy. You browse the chaotic shelves of shoes each with a bright color sticker coordinating to a percentage off. (Why people don't just pull the pink 50% off and add them to their finds, I'll never know. Sometimes I think I was born to be a thief) All the shoes have been thrown here and there with no order. I realize the system early on: that us customers pick up the lonely shoe and take it to the Shoe-Mate counter to find it's pair.

I looked and looked. Diesel 7.5 too small, Kenneth Cole black heel 8.5W too big, too wide, XOXO shorter black back-less pump 8.5 too big but maybe. . . . I check the Shoe-Mate counter and they have the match. I try it on and it becomes certain I need the 8. Sheila at the counter hands me an 8 and says "The mate is somewhere on the floor, you just have to find it."

Well if that isn't the predicament of my life I don't know what is!

A whole half hour must have gone by with me on my hands and knees holding that dumb shoe out in search of its mate. I found nothing. The good news is I keep my forty bucks & some change, the bad news I still have no perfect city shoe. The search continues (both for the shoe and the mate).

Sushi is raw fish people-c'mon.

i think its so funny that people think sushi is so "cool". i agree that an exotic change in anyone's diet to include an ethnic new food is cool. but i'm going to admit: i don't like sushi.

last night i went out with a friend who decided he'd pick out dinner. so we're driving and he says that there are 2 choices for the night: 1. the asian supermarket or 2. yenyen noodles. i was up for mexican, but i'm always up for mexican so we went to numero uno. evidently in the back of the super there is some great sushi bar. (side story: in the back of the super where we ate there was also a Korean family eating who brought in their own Popeyes chicken while checking out the asian video checkout area-that was a fun site)

last night i was biting into eel and as it was being chewed in my mouth like silly puddy i decided that it wasn't worth it. seriously, when you need a glass of water inches from your hand to enjoy a meal just suck it up and admit it: sushi is not for me; and i'm ok with that.

one door closes. . .

i had to give xanga the boot.