Surviving The Twenty-Somethings

why not

2006-11-19T15:00:00.000-06:00

It's been awhile, I know...not sure if there are any listeners out there, but I thought I'd post nonetheless.

Even if the jury's still out on the boy from lastnight...I can't tell you how nice (and overdue) it is to have a sunday afternoon like this.

Maybe it's the combination of the sun, the fresh ginger molasses cookie from Starbucks (good god is this good) or the glow from lastnight's perfect date...but whatever it is, it's nice.

I am happy today :) And I am happy many days but sundays as a single gal are always a little bittersweet. But not today.

Come to think of it, it may very well be the cookie.

Whatever it is, I'll take it.

:)

floating

2006-04-25T07:12:00.000-05:00

I've been absent...I must admit. I've been letting my voicemail fill up, skipping the gym and floating my way through conference calls as if I'm an intern with a trust fund. I've been totally floating.

I haven't found time to disect my emotions, my actions, my endless makeouts because to be honest, I've been stupidly happy.

Spring has sprung and it has brought a new sense of excitement to my life that I don't want to stop and wax poetic on for fear that it will end.

So, I'm taking a break to enjoy things as they come but promise to be back as soon as I'm ready to go back to my over analyzing self.

:)

Ta ta friends. Happy spring.

finally

2006-04-09T17:53:00.000-05:00

Lastnight, in between dirty martinis and dirtier text messages, I bumped in to Michael.

And....

For the first time in 16 months, I felt nothing...

...well not nothing, but definetly not anything negative or remotely close to sad. It was a bridge I've been waiting to cross for over a year....and crossing it was all I had imagined.

prom for 20somethings

2006-04-04T19:08:00.000-05:00

Saturday night was truly fit for a teen queen...we celebrated the onset of spring with prom for 20somethings and it was ridiculously fun!

I spent the entire day prepping, panicing in a way I hadn't since Homecoming circa 1999...I didn't skip a beat....mani.pedi, hair appointment, lastminute accessories shopping..the whole bit. By noon I had crafted the ideal spring fling ensemble, sweated it out for two hours at the gym and prepped my apartment for any late night rendevous'. I spent the remainder of the day getting my nails and toes done and a perfect blowout....amidst all the activites, I even had butterflies!

My date (the cute boy who cooked me dinner last week) picked me up in a horse drawn carriage, salsa danced like a true Latin gentleman and whispered sweet nothings into my ear between bites of lobster ceviche and endless sangria.

It was great.

And the best part was, unlike prom, I could have a sleepover without worrying that I'd get caught. And do other things that I had no confidence (or right) in doing when I was 17.

I suppose it'd be too much to say he even called lastnight to ask for the host's address....so he could send a hand written thank you note!

It's true gals...I think we may have rebound relationship in the works.

victory

2006-03-30T13:37:00.000-06:00

You know you're back to being BFF when your old beau emails you this:

Hey babe...I have some kind of an infected swollen blackhead on my nose. Got any advice? Apply a warm compress?

recap

2006-03-26T11:37:00.000-06:00

The date was suberb...complete with an artesian cheese platter and Duke Ellington on surround sound.

I was a bit thrown off at first, when he mentioned cooking at his place for the first date, but all fears were calmed after two fine glasses of Cab and no presence of refined carbs.

The conversation flowed beautifully and the breadth of topics included everything from childhood celebrity crushes (his: Kelly Kapowskil; mine: Kirk Cameron) to world history (yeah!).

And yes, there was kissing. Great kissing.

Saturday was equally great. A day full of cooking and fine dining followed by a great night's rest. I woke up this morning with 3 missed calls (sans voicemail) and a handful of texts from the Frat Party crush who despite all hints, still doesn't seem to grasp the concept of a proper phone call.

At least I have Friday :)

and kissing.

datedrama

2006-03-23T21:06:00.000-06:00

The scoop:
Name: Jamie
Location: tbd
Outfit: no fucking clue

Jeans, black pants, dress, funky accessories, classy accessories, wedges, stilhettos....the list goes on!

HELP!

text schmext

2006-03-21T21:06:00.000-06:00

What is with single guys who think that sending a text can replace a phone call or even email!?!

It has gotten to the point, where I truly think that some men believe they can build a relationship via text messaging and MySpace comments.

I'm all for a quick "hello" or even "what are you up to cutie", but not scheduling dates, rendevous' or gauging likes and dislikes.

This is simply ridiculous, where does it end!

yah!

2006-03-19T17:45:00.000-06:00

I must say, the word of the stars agrees with me!

Aries (March 21 - April 19): Everybody's in love with you all of the sudden, and your grin is wider than a Cheshire cat's. The sun is boosting you charisma factor. You're finding sexy e-mails and cute little love notes around every corner.

a little more serious

2006-03-14T22:03:00.000-06:00

I'm not sure that this is the venue to share these thoughts, but it's the only one I've got at the moment that has any type of reach....so as a female dedicated to the betterment of young women everywhere...I'm just gonna shoot.

For the last 14 years, I have allowed my mind to be overly consumed and obsessed with my body...to the diameter of my thighs and the swell of my cheeks...to the calories consumed and the men who never stared. To the mother that pushed for something else and the society that didn't shame her for it.

I'm sure some of you are rolling your eyes right about now and thinking, “ugh, how annoying...another female rant on the troubles of weight and the society that propels it.”

Well, you're right. It is annoying.

Annoying as hell.

Annoying that when I was 11 years old I went for 6 days eating only fruit and water, while my peers gossiped about training bras and french kisses. Annoying that I never once appreciated my own body unless it was being touched by a man who never thought twice about honoring it. Annoying that I made myself sick in secrecy for years while maintaining an aura of leadership, academic excellence and poise. Annoying that I asked my 7 year old sister if she thought I was fat while discrediting her own insecurities and complexities.

Annoying that I've forced everyone important in my life to unwillingly go through the pain with me.

It is a horrific reality that way too many women are faced with today. One that revolves around a body, an image, a lifestyle that is unattainable to even the most starved and dedicated of females.

This is not about being thin, or being pretty, this is about dedicating years, perhaps decades, of your life to wanting to be something else on the exterior while your soul just screams for a voice of it's own. This is about a society that perpetuates an ideal that we are taught to believe is the ticket to contentment and happiness. And it's so tragically wrong.

For over 15 months I have been on a journey far more exciting and terrifying than any backpacking trip or cliffjump in the world. It has been a journey that will...once and for all...despite what images, comments or self imposed judgements may be against me...lead me to freedom.

I post this not for your empathy, grieve or apologies but rather to let you know that this, this enthusiasm and belief, is the most genuine feeling I have ever had...to know that I am so close to authentically loving myself that I can't help but share it with the world.

No one deserves to let a voice, a mirror or an image stop them from loving themselves when life on the other side of the fence is oh so lovely.

Come join me...there is plenty of room for more.

body image
Feminism
Self Esteem
Personal Growth

cutest. ever.

2006-03-13T14:59:00.000-06:00

CutestEver
Originally uploaded by maidofhonor.

This is my little nephew Charlie taking some time out from the stresses of Doggy Day Care to chill on top of his friend Duncan.

Duncan the Dane.

Charlie the Chihauhau.

I can't handle the cuteness! (Melati, I thought you'd appreciate this!)

wedding date

2006-03-10T19:10:00.000-06:00

Big advice needed here kids...my BFF's wedding is coming up soon (one that I am honored to be serving as bridesmaid for)....and Michael is invited.

Now ofcourse this is great...not a problem at all, but the question is, do I bring a date?
Or just look fabulous solo?

weekend fun

2006-03-05T11:05:00.000-06:00

Well, the frat party was a blast...complete with Jello shots, Domino's thin crust and bathroom makeouts. The sorority sister in me was out in full force and phrases like "totally rad" and "sweetness" were thrown out like candy.

The whole evening was a complete free for all...between my friend Abby making out on the floor (in the middle of the party!) to sneaking off with boy (whose name I later forgot)...we really kicked it in to gear Lambda Lambda Lambda style (and we did so with no shame).

I did not disappoint....you would have been proud (and for the record, there were no beer goggles, the makeoutmadness was HOT!)

If this is single living,
bring
it
on.

Survey

2006-02-28T17:20:00.000-06:00

What did you wear in 1998?

I need your help for a v. cheesy and v. fun frat party this weekend. It's not a real party per say, however, we are all going to act a fool as if we were partying it up Lambda Lambda Lambda '98 Pledge Class style.

What to wear!!?!?!

homeward bound

2006-02-23T21:10:00.000-06:00

Heading up to the land of lakes for the weekend so there will be no sex&champagne&fabulous nights on the town to fill you in on...but there will be homecooked meals&sistertime&long walks around the lake, which may very well be more satisfying.

Enjoy your weekend.

boy crazy

2006-02-20T20:05:00.000-06:00

This is my dream man...good god he is hot.

So hot.

And if I can't have him, I want Alton from Real World/Road Rules Challenge.

I may be boy crazy.

100th

2006-02-15T21:32:00.000-06:00

Bust out the champage and cigars kiddies, this is my 100th entry.

Rather than wax poetic on finding love in the big city (I know, I know...it's getting tired), I'd like to thank you all for reading and staying somewhat interested in my city existence...even those of you who don't ever comment or admit that you find humor in my simple adventures.

The funny thing is, I have a tracking service...I know there are people who read this blog every week and think they are completely incognito, when in fact...I know all too well.

So, my random high school friends, the phantom blogger in Baden-Wurttenburg and my childhood neighbors...just say hello... this once, and then you can go back to your so-called secrecy.

perfection

2006-02-12T19:39:00.000-06:00

Aaaaaand....I'm back.

Black dress.
Perfect boots.
Glam accessories.
Dinner out.
Hand holding.
Coat room makeout.
Champange.
Hot sex.

And....a great morning after cuddle.

What more could a girl ask for from a Saturday night in Chicago.

Perfection.

a big split

2006-02-08T07:30:00.000-06:00

scrow
Originally uploaded by maidofhonor.

So this news is a bit old, but it's still music to my ears so I'm gonna rejoice...join in if you please....

Lance and Sheryl broke up! Ended their meaningless tyrst and therefore saved the world from the most genetically twisted, overacheiving children ever.

His other children, however, with my darling cousin Kiki, could really use some attention from their nutty (or nutless?) dad.

An asshole of the rarest form, a freakishly amazing cyclist and a dad passing with less than flying colors...

Let's hope Lance can get it together...at home, where it matters.

ugh

2006-02-05T10:46:00.000-06:00

Saw Michael last night for the first time, since, well...he rejected my plea to take me back.

It
was
a
disaster.

The minute he caught my eye, the tears came and didn't stop.

It was so painful. I have no idea how he's going to fit in my life. I don't know if he can, I don't know if there is room for him in my almost healed, much more confident heart.

ugh. I suppose only time will tell.

On a side note, I totally rocked a new pair of Rock & Republic jeans, looked somewhat fabulous and dirty danced with my 19 year old sister while a group of a dozen men panted on the side lines.

Happy Superbowl.

could it be

2006-02-01T09:15:00.000-06:00

According to Access Hollywood and other absurd members of the press, Britney will be guest staring on an April espisode of WIll & Grace.

Could this be the beginning of a comeback!

Oh god, let it be....let it be!!!

things are looking up!

2006-01-27T08:54:00.000-06:00

I love when my horoscope hits the nail on the head a totally propels me into the next phase of exciting singledom.

Today's is such: You're going through that exhilarating process of reinvention. Big risks and uncertain outcomes are attracting you when it comes to love. You're tired of comfortable (read: boring) situations. Good for you.

So this means:
a.) I should stop being nervous and just introduce myself when intriqued from afar by a handsome beau.
b.) I should most certainly continue my rigorous personal training routine and not stop until I have the ass of a god.
c.) I should maybe start socializing on school nights?!?! The Alumni Wine Tasting on Wednesday night was jam packed with well educated hotties.
d.) I should make out more...or at least stop fantasizing about the Dutch boy and get some real action.

Happy Friday all....my babiest sister is in town for the weekend, so I have a full schedule of underage consumption, Girl Talk and exquitiste dinners of dad waiting to be enjoyed.

ta ta

Kanye

2006-01-25T12:51:00.000-06:00

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Originally uploaded by maidofhonor.

I love Kanye, I love rap, I'm all about what he's doing but I think this takes it just a step too far. Depicting him as Jesus Christ is just a bit too Passion of the Christ meets Boyz in tha Hood for my taste.

In the article he went on to claim that Gold Digger was the best song of 2005...which, well...could very well be true. No?

the truth

2006-01-22T21:59:00.000-06:00

For anyone who watched Grey's Anatomy tonight, you'll know the closing line was "the truth hurts." And as annoying as it may be to parallel my emotions to a Sunday night sitcom...it's true.

The truth does hurt. Regardless of how enlightening or freeing or justified it may be... at the end of the day admitting the truth to yourself is shitty and painful.

It's true that I am lonely right now and that I'm trying to fill a void that has been there for too long.

It's true that I miss Michael every single hour of every day although I vow time and time again to move on for good. And it's true that I love being asked about him because it allows me a few moments to relive our greatness aloud.

It's true that I let someone kiss me lastnight because I could close my eyes and remember what it's like to be desired and it's true that I don't feel at all bad about it.

It's true that Michael probably isn't the one for me but it hurts too much to fathom the journey to finding the one that it.

It's true that I am tired of putting in the energy to ward off these moments of weakness but it's true....when I say, I'm not going to give up.

things to be happy about

2006-01-20T09:40:00.000-06:00

The veal scallopini I made lastnight.
The three glasses of wine I drank lastnight, with my FREE new US Weekly.
My abs slowly starting to take shape.
My trainer who is slowly killing me.
Planning two fabulous bachelorette parties for two fabulous girls.
Yogurt parfait for breakfast.
My Grandma turning 92 (she's still kickin' it!)
Noon therapy appointment (I heart you Dr. T!)
My sister's upcoming visit in 6 days 22 hours and thirteen minutes.
Being a Scandinavian Minnesota who thinks 35 degrees is hot!
My plans for TONIGHT

One Year Anniversary

2006-01-15T21:15:00.000-06:00

Today officially marks my one year anniversary of singledom. The anniversary itself, though reason to celebrate, brought a mixed bag of emotions.

I spent Saturday afternoon trying to distract the naging pangs of pain in my heart by color coding everything in my apartment from my unmentionables to my seasonal paperplates. Six hours later the manic organization was complete and I hit the town and set out to numb any remnants of pain with yellowtail sashima and chardonnay.

I stumbled about in my adorable new gold stilhettos, looking somewhat fabulous, but emotionally dishelved. Questions about Michael arose (as they always do around old college friends) and responses started from a simple, "I'm sure he's doing fine" to "I miss him so much, did I mention it's been one year since we split" (the latter was surely spoken with a slur).

I excused myself from the bar just before closing, to salvage any last bit of pride, and headed home for a good night's rest.

Waking up today, I experienced everything a hangover should be...from pizza to advil and stacks of US Weekly magazines and moments of complete weakness. But in between the bottles of Fiji and the handfuls of M&M's, I realized... I am now free...one year is gone, it's past and I survived, maybe even thrived a bit. I made it 12 months, 365 days without who I once believed was my soulmate and I'm still here, better than ever. I'm breathing and feeling and I know who I am and I'm not afraid to admit that I am growing each and every day in to the woman who will someday be a wonderful compliment to a wonderful man.

I made it. And I have 3 perfect sisters, two unbelievable parents and a handful of unwavering friends to thank. And that infamous Dutch man, well he helped a bit too.

;)

midweek movie

2006-01-12T07:42:00.000-06:00

I broke through my rigid routine last night and headed out to a movie midweek with my good (sometimes-we-hookup-but-when-we're-not-drunk-we-pretend-we're-just-friends) friend from home.

We saw the new Woody Allen flick Match Point and I was not disappointed. The majority of characters spoke in irresistible accents, the sex scenes made me bite my lower lip and the old woman "oohing" and "ahhing" in the row behind me was actually kind of cute and not too annoying.

The whole thing was a bit reminiscent of "Closer" and "Unfaithful" but equally exciting and sadly ironic.

Up next....Munich! Nothing beats anything that screams "German" and "history", not even Scarlett Johanssen's beautiful chest.

hookup

2006-01-07T15:08:00.000-06:00

Well, you'll all be very glad to know that I have lived up to my promise of embracing singlehood to the fullest - but not without sacrifice.

While I fully enjoyed my hookup (and was also able to test out a new Cosmo inspired trick), I was bummed out this morning when I was given no courtesy cuddle. There was nothing. No spooning, arm around the waist...NOTHIN'.

I'm all about a clean getaway, but really...can't a girl atleast get a morning after kiss.

rude.

a confession

2006-01-04T20:11:00.000-06:00

Finally, Lohan admits what we've all know for ages...now, if she could just come clean and confess that her "asthma attack" was really a coke binge.

Silly lohan. Nev

hello 2006

2006-01-02T09:53:00.000-06:00

It could not be uglier out in Chicago if it tried....the weather is about as gloomy as my attitude which is less than exuberant about the new year...until my last minute outing lastnight.

After a day of sulking and indulging in hangover rituals, I headed out for sushi with my fabulous gal pal Sarah. Moments before grabbing a cab Michael called and yes, I answered and no I don't feel like getting shit for it, so just deal with it and let's move on.

Needless to say, I was a bit teary after spending the first hours of 2006 alone with pizza but the succulent sashimi was enough to momentarily lift my mood.

As we signed the check and prepared to depart, a group of post NYE gentlman walked past our window. Being the flirty girls we are (and three chardonnays in to the evening), Sarah and I giggled and the next thing we knew, two of them had joined us and proceeded to bring my spirits up high enough to be thoroughly excited for the year ahead.

Sulking aside, there are men everywhere in this city and although some may be duds, there's bound to be a few just waiting to walk past my window and stop for long enough to appreciate the girl inside.

greedy

2005-12-28T13:17:00.000-06:00

Christmas is a great time of year...the birth of Christ, the twinkling trees, the uncomfortable visits to Santa at the mall...and of course, gift giving!

I'll be the first to admit that I love getting presents, but I've noticed a scary trend among our nation's youth that makes me think we are getting greedier and greedier!

Rather than asking for Caboodles and Wet n' Wild makeup sets, today's teens seem to be requesting novelties such as Coach bags and Rock n' Republic denim. Gift giving seems to have upgraded itself and I can't help but think my own industry is somewhat to blame.

With spokespeople such as Mischa Barton (Keds) and Nicole Richie (Bongo), youthful brands are quickly tossed aside for their wealthy and uber trendy front (wo)men's favorites. Screw the Keds, kids today want the Marc Jacobs and Chanel that they see these girls toting around on the pages of US Weekly.

It's intriguing and a bit scary. What's next, Gucci clad Barbies?

youth marketing

the christmas party

2005-12-21T21:14:00.000-06:00

Today at the office, we celebrated the winter season with our annual holiday potluck. Due to an unfortunate turn of events (translation:some client horse shit), I was unable to ease the awkwardness of casual conversation and was forced to stick to bottled water rather than the free flowing wine and beer (although, let it be known that I had no problem polishing off four perfectly sprinkled sugar cookies)

As plaguing as it may have been, it did provide an interesting perspective...albeit a sober one. For your reading pleasure, I've outlined a few highlights below:
a.) The uncomfortable web designer seriously needs to put down his third helping of sweet yams and stop blantantly staring at my ass!
b.) The totally awkward, doesn't-know-it-but-she-totally-sucks HR woman needs to realize that two $100 bills is not a life changing Christmas bonus...this barely covers the drugs and alcohol necessary to make it through the holiday season.
c.) Boys will be boys....after a good five beers, two of the top VP's duked it out old school style...arm wrestling...in the conference room! These two are going to be quite mortified tomorrow morning.

Too bad my flight leaves @ 10am....the morning-after tension is going to be priceless!

Celebrity Forecast 2006

2005-12-18T19:51:00.000-06:00

Here are a few of my hopes and fears for celebrity trends in the upcoming new year:

1.) The cast of Laguna Beach will continue their questionable path to fame, which will most likely involve a strategic combination of anorexia, cocaine and a highly skilled glam squad.

2.) Jessica Simpson will admit that she is a raging sex addict after waking up naked in fellow divorcee Kevin Federline's bed (note: Papa Joe maintains close viewing proximity for all such sexual encounters)

3.) Lindsay Lohan will become the new face of Channel or Marc Jacobs or something otherwise fabulous and totally unfitting for her trashy behavior.

4.) Britney Spears will dedicate herself to an unfathomable cardio routine and will once again grace the stage at the MTV Video Music Awards wearing nothing but stilhettos and dripping with diamonds.

5.) Jennifer Aniston will find true happiness because damnit Amanda, Angelina is a wretched whore (meanwhile, Maddox becomes the youngest male ever to publicly admit he's gay).

reality winners

2005-12-14T09:30:00.000-06:00

Seems to me that there have been more than few reality stars to come out of my alma mater....first, it was Nick Lachey, followed by a very mentally unstable Mike "The Miz" and most recently The Linz family from The Amazing Race.

Now, if I recall...the last time I saw Nick, we were engaging in illegal activities in between bar hopping Homecoming weekend 2003....but he was still hot and equally charming. Congrats to him and the rest of the clan.

ashamed

2005-12-11T11:16:00.000-06:00

Three things....

1.) Bridget Jones Diary
2.) 5, yes FIVE glasses of wine
3.) A snowstorm outside that "forced" me into the aforementioned activity

eek...thank god for "Big in 05 Awards" re-runs and Jimmy Johns delivery.

Happy sunday y'all.

shocker of the morning

2005-12-08T07:43:00.000-06:00

SHOCKING!

Perhaps it is her raging anorexia, his post traumatic stress from stomach stapling or her inability to bust a move to his wicked DJing (hey, at 83 pounds, it's hard enough to hold a can of Sugar Free Red Bull, let alone grasping handfulls of glow sticks while simeltaneously trance dancing).

Wonder if they made the US Weekly deadline???

hotties

2005-12-06T19:49:00.000-06:00

I'm just gonna lay it out there...I think black dudes are sexy. Not thugs, or boy toys, but just good old fashioned, well dressed, irresitably sexy black guys.

It all started with Tyson Beckford and then Taye Diggs and Usher....and lets not forgest, Teck (for those of you who didn't attend Miami of Ohio, I had the (dis)pleasure of kissing him over Spring Break 2001).

I'm not sure what it is...perhaps it's the way they appreciate a few extra pounds, or are so sweet to their mommas (both stereotypes, I know)....but nothing is more fit for a fantasy than 50 cent and a nice Swedish gal.

And let's not forget, Cuba Gooding Jr. did ask me out on his yacht...who cares that he was filming Boat Trip, it's CUBA GOODING JR.!

sequins and redbull and sex, oh my!

2005-12-03T10:28:00.000-06:00

Last night I decided to go all the way.

Clad in a lace cami, a gold sequined caplet and a white faux fur coat that screamed "sex", I hit the town in search of a night that was destined for fabulousness.

A few vodka sodas later, I crossed paths with an old friend who also happens to be incredibly darling and equally enthralled with my new found winter fashion.

After throwing his arms around me and declaring his wishes for the evening, we danced the night away and ended up in bed with nothing between us but the fur coat.

And.
It.
Was.
Hot.

Ladies and Gentleman, I'm back.

:)

I GET IT!

2005-11-30T09:24:00.000-06:00

Okay, I get it....I swear to god, I'm turning a new leaf...tomorrow, December 1. I know rekindling this thing with Michael wouldn't have been a good idea anyhow, I can admit that.

Even the yahoo horoscope says so "Renewing an old romance may not create the future you're looking for. Take it easy."

I am going to go back the living the life that makes for fun and sassy blogs....I mean, how boring have I been lately. Sorry. I promise to regress back to promiscuity and philandering soon enough:)

dday

2005-11-28T12:54:00.000-06:00

Well...I decided to bear my soul to Michael last night (earlier than anticipated, I know)....presented him with the hypothesis that we can take one of two roads moving forward....sobbed as I asked him to give it another shot to see if we could do things differently....said I think we could do it better.

He disagreed and said no...that he'd come to far and is in a better place....I cried more but I suppose I got the closure I needed. So I guess this means no more "BFF", or friendly emails or monthly run-ins, no more calling "because I just saw something that made me think of you" or daydreaming of the day when we may finally reunite....this is it...It's done.

I told him not to call, text or email and that was it.

Goodbye Michael and Amy. Thanks for the journey.

back in town

2005-11-27T19:44:00.000-06:00

Thanksgiving was glorious! Between my mom's apple stuffing and my father's wine cellar, I fully enjoyed myself.

I also noticed that this visit home was much happier than others. There were no I'm-the-only-brunette-sister-who-is 15pounds-heavier-than-the-other-girls breakdown, which is sadly, the first time this has happened.

I'm not sure if it's the personal training, the holiday season or the pills, but I'll take it!

On a bit more serious note, I also realized that despite my flounderings, I am still in love with Michael. My older sister thinks I need to completely remove myself from him (impossible) or give it another shot (frightening and also fairly impossible).

The one year mark is coming up in January...maybe that will be decision time. My only fear is that I will chose the latter and it will be too late.

gobble gobble

2005-11-23T10:54:00.000-06:00

The word "gobble" makes me think of my 7th grade German teach who had a god awful double chin and every time she pronounced overly ambitious German words it would wiggle....

Anyhow, happy thanksgiving all.

I'm heading home to the land o' lakes to indulge my little sisters fantasies of underage drinking in the basement and DVD marathons.

Safe travels.

weekend in a nutshell

2005-11-20T19:52:00.000-06:00

I. Celebrated my girl Sarah's birthday Friday night by taking my old boyfriend home and having an impromptu bikini shave in the bathroom - as it was a completely unplanned hookup (and equally uncalled for) but also very gratifying in more ways than one.

II. Took 45 international travelers from the Chicago Hostel to the Magnificent Mile Holiday Parade....no hotties taken home, but a lot of silly Asians who misprounced my name (although it may very well be the most common name given to newborn girls in the early '80's).

III. Enjoyed "scrabble night" after the international extravaganza, which turned in to a Broadway sing-a-long gone wrong.

IV. Went to Bloomingdales this afternoon and "won" a $500 gift card. Also saw hottie-who-has-an-issue-with-my-Christanity and have a date set for after Thanksgiving! As long as it's before celebration of the birth of Christ, we should be okay.

V. Purchased Flags of our Fathers and FRIENDS Season 10...the perfect combination for a Sunday night. Iwo jima and Pheobe Buffet....what a nite!

weekend primer

2005-11-18T10:04:00.000-06:00

So you will all be very proud of me as I have a fun, socially diverse weekend ahead:

In addition to my weekly therapy appointment this afternoon (PS: I am becoming that girl that loooves her therapist), I have a personal training appointment tonight (my attempt to prepare 10 months in advance for the utlimate bridesmaid body).

After working out my body and soul, I'm heading to a Moroccan restaurant for a girls night on the town. I'm aiming to keep the wine consumption to a minimal as I have to prepare for our monthly Scrabble night Saturday....

Before Scrabble with my favorite spouses-to-be, I am taking a group of international students from the Chicago Downtown Hostel to the annual Christmas tree lighting on Michigan Ave. Who knows, maybe I'll meet a Euro-hottie to bring to Scrabble night...maybe I will finally get some action....MAYBE I should get that brazilian I have been putting off.

But then again, not getting a brazilian keeps me lady like, so maybe I shouldn't do it....but I wouldn't want to be ill prepared.

:) We'll see.

what

2005-11-17T10:16:00.000-06:00

Is this for real!?!?!

He's 19, he hasn't even fully developed yet.

ew.

marketing plan for me

2005-11-16T10:58:00.000-06:00

Yesterday I attended an industry seminar about crafting a new marketing plan. It was interesting enough...free coffee and fresh fruit, a few good networking opps...but anyhow, it got me thinking, that I need to make some tweaks to my own personal brand - the brand I'd like to call "fabulous". Unforunately, the brand is anything but at the moment.

So, the objectives to be fulfilled are simply dating oriented. I know I've mentioned this many times but I think it's due time we outline some action items.

Other than joining a new gym, branching out socialy, and strategically enjoying new coffee shops/book stores...what else can a girl do. I mean, it just feels so wierd and Sex-in-the-City'esqe to pick someone up on the street or in line @ Starbucks. I'm confident, but not like that.

Have any of you ever really done that. Like seen a total cutie on public transportation (this does happen, esp. in Lincoln Park) and introduced yourself?

I want to branch out, I do...but I need some fuel for the fire.

juicy

2005-11-14T18:00:00.000-06:00

Something is wrong with the world as we know it.

Juicy sweats were hot, the purses slighty odd and the dog leashes, just plain weird...but now, they have Juicy Sidekicks Good god.

sunday stew

2005-11-13T20:16:00.000-06:00

Today was the most fantastic sunday I've ever experienced....atleast since sunday brunches in Harris Dining hall circa 2001 (afterall - who can beat swaping stories of fraternity hookups and unlimited fried eggs and toast!)

As if waking up sans hangover isn't glorious enough, imagine being greeted by the morning sun and realizing that there's a fresh stack of holiday magazines just waiting to be enjoyed with a cup of yogurt and hot tea.

After lounging in my pj's and reading up on how to foolproof the family turkey, I met my adorably hot (and totally off-limits) friend Andy for lunch. Effortless conversation, Vikings on the big screen and Chinese chicken salad...a triple threat!

Following a brisk walk home, I headed to the market where I stocked up on all things fall. Beef stock, squash, potatoes, onion, celery...that's right...everything necessary for the ultimate sunday stew.

YES...I made my first pot of stew! I never imagined something so domestic could be so liberating. I don't know if it was the mid afternoon glass of Shiraz or the smell of perfectly boiled carrots...but the simplicity of the afternoon made me realize that I am finally getting the hang for this adulthood thing...

white. trash.

2005-11-11T11:27:00.000-06:00

white. trash
Originally uploaded by amylind.

Happy Friday everyone from the most unappealing couple in Hollywood. Sad. What happened to the good-ole days when Britney could turn on everyone from a 11 year tween in the throngs of puberty to a 45 year old lacrosse coach.....

According to Perez (perezhilton.com), they trashy twosome is taking a break...poor Preston.

I'm off to pick up the new US...my favorite Friday indulgence.

livid

2005-11-09T13:20:00.000-06:00

For the last year of so, it has become increasingly obvious that Nicole Richie is a raging anorexic. Her collarbones are about as thick as a twig and her eyes are seriously bulging out of their sockets.

The media, however, has embraced her more than ever and she is suddenly all over the place....I realize she has a wardrobe to kill for, but I think there needs to be some serious media censorship here.

For the love of young blossoming anorexics everywhere, I beg the editors of the magazines that I so love to Photoshop on the fat or pick someone else. I realize “thin is in” and all that shit, but I’d rather see a pudgy faced tween on the cover of Seventeen than her (and yes, sometimes I read Seventeen....but only because my little sisters get a subscription).

things

2005-11-07T13:36:00.000-06:00

a.) Had personal training session Friday after work and it was phenom. And by phenom I mean painful and by painful I mean fantastic. And by fantastic I mean...my inner thighs hate me.

b.) Saw Jarhead Saturday afternoon and the only redeeming quality of the entire film was Jake Gyllenhaal's hot bod.

c.) Jake Gyllenhaal's hot bod made me remember how much I love a fine man.

d.) Search for fine mine is on! (thoughts of missing Michael are no longer to be articulated on the blog...or atleast will be kept to a minimum)

e.) In the midst of the "Search for the Fine Man" Fall 2005, I will continue watching anything with Clive Owen to feel as though I am close to a fine man.

ahh..clive owen.

too many muscles

2005-11-03T21:09:00.000-06:00

Did anyone watch that Jeri Hall reality show on VHI "Kept Man" or something like that....please admit it and make me feel better about my addiction to shit TV.

Anyhow, looks like these boys have decided to stretch their 15 minutes in to the blogosphere. Ewww.... Chippendales costumes?! Really boys, honestly, that's just wrong.

thankyouthankyouthankyou

2005-11-01T07:03:00.000-06:00

Thank you for your support and strength and well wishes. You guys are great. I promise to embrace the siutation and start living like the fabulous 20-something that I am....No more pouting...this is it...clean slate....let the fun (and final healing begin). Here's to a great winter!

I smell a new pair of stillettos in the near future (and possibly a fun furry bolero!)

bubbles, shiraz and a little bit of heartbreak

2005-10-30T18:18:00.000-06:00

Just got out of the bathtub...it's amazing what you can get done in the tub...shaved legs, exfoliation, a breast exam and enough time to reflect on a great weekend as it comes to an end.

The highpoint was undoubtedly our win at the 2nd Annual Chili Cookoff (cheers to my partners - the most dynamic duo in the city!), coming in at a close second are the 5 loads of laundry that I polished off Saturday night and a newly color coded t-shirt shelf and finally my eye opening converstaion with Michael.

The laundry is self explanatory, and the color-coding is just plain weird, so I'll just expand on "the talk". At the suggestion of my therapist, I decided to have a "state-of-the union" check in with Michael just to see how we are both dealing with life out of coupledom. I've always suspected that he's far ahead me on the "I'm over you" scale, which I suppose is due in part to the fact that I am sorting out other issues as well, but still, it's never fun to be on the lower end of the spectrum.

I wanted to ask him if he ever imagined us together again, because I just have to know. I have to know that I'm not the only one still in pain and I have to know because I want to be able to think that he still loves me. If it's "no, we did the right thing" than I can move on, but if it's "yes honey, I do still think about that", then maybe we should re-evaluate.

He answered in the middle of the road with a "well, yes, in many years I sometimes hope this will all end up okay".

That's crap to me. He's obviously happy and out there and so what if that makes me sad. I know he misses me, I miss him more but I have to move on. For god's sake, I'm the one that ended this...what happened to that strength and determination....

I have to be that fun, fabulous female that I know I am. It's okay to miss him, but I can't let it sadden me like this anymore. It's time for a rebirth....it's time to have some fun. It's time to smile and it's time to have someone else make me smile. It's time to get out the sparkly eyeliner and hit the town.

Holland, here I come??!?!

noteworthy

2005-10-28T10:32:00.000-05:00

A few things of note:

I.) I joined Crunch ...and love it. I am hoping it changes my after work routine from wine and cheese to spinning and salsa dancing!
II.) I took a bath last night (post workout, thankyouverymuch) with a glass of wine...it was de.light.ful.
III.) Went to bed with wet hair (see II.), hence waking up with funky, wavy hair...well, I went with it and got out the curling iron from 9th grade and went to town...the result - a sexy casual Friday ‘do. Lots of compliments...self esteem is surging.
IV.) I’m boycotting Halloween, but not the candy of course. I hate that girls are just expected to dress slutty...it's so unoriginal. But then again, I've never been original enough to not be something slutty, so I'm dropping out this year.

male update

2005-10-26T08:58:00.000-05:00

I think it's time to come clean and just give whoever is listening a quick update into the men of my life...god love 'em.

I. Old BF whom I am still not "over".... Came to a get together at my apartment last weekend and was a bit, well off. He seemed just odd. It made me sad but also helped me to get to the next phase of moving on...realizing that he does, in fact, have some faults. I was going in to the night, mentally preparing not to be flirty with him, but ended up not even wanting too...can we count this as a minor personal victory!?!? Still, I heart him.

II. MK...fun, cute, silly...too silly. He is still as goofy and charming as he was in 7th grade, but it is kind of exhausting. We're adults now and sometimes I want to have adult conversations and sometimes I don't (sometimes I just want to overly analyze Hollywood anorexics and the new hardware embellished handbags)..but I want someone who can have both. He may be covering up something...like some BS fear of intimacy, but I really dont have the energy to dig that up.

III. Hot dutch man who I drunk dialed a few weeks ago and who has continued to call me multiple times since...so hot, so sexy. I am demanding a visit by next spring. I gave him a deadline. He sent me this email lastnight "you still are and always will be my girl who i will always love you." Imagine his hotness saying it in his sexy accen and somewhat broken English...god, it's enough to get you...well...I digress...but, WOW.

IV. Man who has yet to discover my greatness....where are you, I miss you. Actually, give me a few weeks to get back in shape and fully update my winter wardrobe and then come introduce yourself.

what gives

2005-10-24T15:30:00.000-05:00

So I really want to write about the fact that I have totally just overindulged in the office candy bowl (which included 1 fun size Snicker, 2 fun size Kit Kats and an innumerable amount of Twizzlers), but I will spare you the details of my ever increasing waistline and cut to the chase....

I missed US Weekly for the first Friday EVER!!! (or atleast since my addiction began circa 2002...along with Victoria Secret camis and Beringer Chenin Blanc). I feel a little clamy and unnerved just thinking about it...no Nick and Jess update or anorexic tween of the week...no Britney's more-henious-than-ever or Lindsey Lohan gets busted with coke...

I feel totally lost....what gives!

So, someone, for the love of celebrity gossip hounds everywhere....please fill me in!

sorry amanda

2005-10-20T07:31:00.000-05:00

My favorite chicago fiancee is complaining that I haven't posted in forever, so can it Amanda...here you have it:
a.) Sister weekend was ideal! Between massive amounts of sour gummi worms, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and Jess losing her front tooth...it was one for the books.
b.) I pinched a nerve in my lower back yesturday getting out the shower (atleast that's what I'm calling it because I have no idea how back things are classified, and I'm saving my $10 co-pay for a massive glass of Chardonnay) ...which makes me feel very old and grumpy. I'm hobbling around like a grandma....
c.) Work is rough...a client called crying yesturday, claiming some ads we did for her weren't "powerful enough" and she then preceeded to cry! I wanted to tell her to chill out, take a percocet and go home (which is just what I had in mind)... the more she ranted the more at risk I was of missing "LOST"
d.) LOST is the ulitmate.
e.) I got caught looking @ perezhilton.com the other day...I'm obsessed.

STSF

2005-10-14T12:00:00.000-05:00

My sisters and I are having a good old fashion slumber party tonight...the youngest ones are hoping for booze and tell-alls while the eldest is just hoping she'll stay awake past 10 (ups the cool factor a bit).

I, on the other hand, am just hoping I'll be able to tear myself out of my mother's pantry long enough to participate in the fun.

Sister weekend, here I come!

drunk dialing

2005-10-10T19:05:00.000-05:00

It's a well known fact that I drunk dial, we've established this. Friday night, or early Saturday morning rather, I sunk to a new low.

I. Drunk. Dialed. Holland.

Yes, Holland. As in the Netherlands. As in tulips and weird little wooden shoes. As in home to the hottest man in the world.

He answered, I cooed and we chatted like sprintpcs overages meant nothing.

It was brutal, unnecessary and the best phone call I've made in years.

sexiest woman

2005-10-07T15:09:00.000-05:00

Esquire votes a brunette MINNESOTAN "sexiest woman alive"

I'll drink to that!

something's spooky in hollywood

2005-10-05T14:35:00.000-05:00

It’s happening. Hollywood couples are dropping like flies...most significantly Jessica and Nick.

According to PerezHilton , US Weekly is making her out to seem like a clothes hoarding whore, which she most likely is. I am so over her. Okay, so your perfectly skinny, have every accessory under the sun and a gorgeous husband to boot...yet, you’ve managed to turn from the girl next door to the something along the likes of Nicole Richie and L.Lo. I bet she does drugs.

Meanwhile, Nick...who loved her pre Dukes of Hazzard, sits wondering...where the hell did I go wrong?

Can’t wait to hit the newstands.

Sidenote: L.Lo got in another car accident. After fleeing from the car and seeking shelter from the paparazzi in a local shop, she sent her friend back to the scene to retrieve her purse...wonder what she had in there that she desperately needed...surely it wasn’t anything illegal.

Hmm....something’s spooky in Hollywood!

biggest loser

2005-10-04T18:50:00.000-05:00

Has anyone seen the Biggest Loser on NBC? It's horribly inconsiderate but addicting just like anyother mediocre reality show.
I plan on tuning in again tonight...I'll report back later in the week.

Also, Kristin from Laguna has a semi naked spread in Rolling Stone! What's happening to America!? And why am somewhat attracted to her?

sunday anxiety

2005-10-02T12:17:00.000-05:00

There is truly nothing worse than waking up Sunday, slightly hungover, with the knowledge that the weekend has indeed come to an end.

I always struggle with waking up Sunday. I want to sleep in, but if I sleep in too much I won't be able to get to bed at a decent hour....or I should go out for a walk, but secretly I just want to lay around...or should I be prepping for my corporate luncheon tommorow or continue festering on the couch and gazing into the tube at Fifthly Rich: Cattle Drive. I am a highly motivated individual, but on Sunday my inner "lazy" takes over.

It's silly I know...but I've found I'm not alone in this affliction. Living in the 'burbs would alleviate these stressors...I could just hop in the SUV, head to the local Super Target and hide away in the Michael Grave Housewares section until the tremors pass. In the city however, going to Target involves three bus rides, breaking a serious sweat only to discover that the Issac Mizrahi cowboy boots online "are not available at all locations." Fineprint. Damn you. I'm staying on the couch.

getting over a true love

2005-09-28T12:41:00.000-05:00

Although I've been fairly positive lately, embracing my fabulous singlehood and engaging in minor crushes, a lingering love has never quite left my heart.

When I first started writing this blog, I was fresh off the breakup boat, minorly depressed and totally confused. Many months later, however, I feel like a bit of a new woman (cue cheesy music). Thanks in part to thousands of $ worth of therapy, a great prescription and most importantly phenomenal friends/sisters, I've been able to pry myself away from heartache and live life as it's meant to be...fearlessly.

But recently, I've felt pangs of loneliness, confusion and frusteration. Yes the hookup was fun, the MK crush nice and distracting...but there is still someone that I am not yet over and no bottle of wine or hot body will cure that.

So I ask you...singletons, newlyweds, and loved ones alike....How long does it take before you get "over" a love? And when do you throw in the towel and realize that the love you are trying desperately to get over is the one?

Trainwreck

2005-09-22T21:03:00.001-05:00

paris_party_tara
Originally uploaded by amylind.

Honestly, why can't she just take a Q-tip and clean up that shit under her eyes....and take some astringent to that heinous t-zone. Paris somehow still looks glamours after most likely consuming a magnum of Veuve.

Thanks to The Hollywood Rag
for the pic.

drunk. survey.

2005-09-22T08:27:00.000-05:00

After last weekend's brew ha ha of an engagement party (I say that in the classiest sense of the word...that's an oxymoron, anyhow...moving on), I've been pondering the idea of getting drunk around my parents.

At 23, with a few solid years of drinking under my belt, I'm becoming more comfortable with a glass of wine in my hand infront of mom and dad. It's typically a fairly appropriate setting, a glass of wine or two with dinner...a glass of red with dessert...maybe a bit more at an uncomfortable holiday get-together. All of which are likely to be separated with a covert glass of water or diet coke.

But, still...I've never taken it too far. Or so I like to think.

So then, what is too far? I mean, honestly, I really had to consume a bit more than average last weekend as I was speaking with everyone from my childhood dentist to my mom's old sorority sisters (most of whom had a few themselves). I was chatty, glowing (not like the J.Lo version) and very, very happy.

I suppose it could have been worst. At least I'm not that sad drunk girl who may very well have teared up at the thought of her older sister marrying off while she's broke and single with chipmunk cheeks and a desperate need for facial electrolysis (a scenario which sounds all to similar to a British chick-lit novel I read a summer or two ago...)

Anyhow, it raises the question...How many drinks should one allow themselves to consume in front of their parents? Is beyond a slight buzz too much?

My kind of week

2005-09-21T09:11:00.000-05:00

This week is spectacular, in the most nerdy, twisted sense.

Why? It's my very own annual German Week!

Lastnight, I had my German class kickoff, which was basically an odd meet and greet before the commencing of weekly class this Thursday. Although there were some painfully awkward conversations, I left feeling more energy and excitement since my first physical interaction post breakup.

I don't know what it is, but I was just jazzed. It's my thing... and it brings back this sense of independence and excitement that my German adventures embodied.

Continuing the trend, my darling bride-to-be Amanda and our sidekicks (her fiancée, my ex) are going to Oktoberfest Friday night. Live polka, huge steins o' beer and piles of sauerkraut. Ahh..I'm in heaven just thinking about it.

the details

2005-09-19T15:32:00.000-05:00

Fine, fine...I can’t wait any longer myself. After returning back to the office, my mind is still at home wishing I was running “errands” with my mom and stressing about whether to work out in the home gym or at the country club (sigh, I know).

Anyhow, the engagement party was a blast. After tormenting myself over finding the perfect outfit, I settled on a chocolate brown silk skirt, a lace short-sleeve top and a taupe shrug (obviously, this was accompanied by fabulous accessories) I must say, it was borderline stunning...the outfit, not the ass that was in it of course.

After three glasses of wine however, I managed to rid myself of any self esteem woes and proceeded to enjoy the night the it’s fullest. MK stopped by and couldn’t have been more darling. He came in all dressed up with a bottle of wine (wrapped in a lace ribbon to boot!) and gave me a huge kiss on the forehead. We mingled together, catching up with my parents’ college friends, old neighbors and cousins. Meanwhile, my mom’s friends were trying to be totally cool and kept pulling me aside asking me, “Is he the one your mom’s been telling us about?” (in a voice that they totally thought was a whisper, but was clearly heard within a ten foot radius).

Most importantly, Jessica had a blast. She was glowing...utterly gorgeous. I’d look over at her now and then and my heart actually hurt because I am overwhelmed by how much I love her...

So... speaking of love or lust or something that is totally indefinable....MK and I made out at the bottom of the driveway following the party. So high school, I know. But god, it was fun. I had to stand on my tip toes because he is so tall. It was pretty damn cute. I felt like Sandra Dee after her first kiss with Danny (minus the Australian virginity factor that is).

Saturday night brought a wild night on the town with my best girls from home and our simply adorable best guy friends. We totally tore up the night and ended up seeing MK at a rooftop bar after about 6 Effen & sodas. We were a sight to be seen. I imagine after our departure that we left something similar to the path of a tornado trail, but instead of trees and houses blown down, there are tables knocked over, sequins splattered on the walls and dumbfounded guys with huge lip gloss stains on their cheeks.

That’s just the kind of gals we are. All in all...the weekend was a winner.

back in the chi

2005-09-19T13:57:00.000-05:00

Tons to report on...the weekend was FAB.
Thanks for all your support with my minor pre-trip meltdown. The comments helped immensely!

I'll report back tonight. I'm too busy munching on a whole grain (yah, healthy carbs) lunch and checking my 134 emails.

:)

eggs

2005-09-14T08:26:00.000-05:00

As much as I try to sound pro-curves and screw the anorexic bitches of the world, I can fall prey now and then to the god-I'd-kill-to-be-skinny phenomenon.

I never put much in to action, I mean I work out pretty much every day, eat relatively healthy and have a generally positive outlook on my appearance (thank you Lexapro)! But when a big event comes up, such as my debut as Maid of Honor this weekend, I get a sprinkle of anxiety.

That being said, the last 10 days I have been attempting to be hardcore no carb. It doesn't seem to have the gusto it did the first time I went all out (circa winter 2004), however, it is just as exhausting and boring as it was before. Eggs whites, canadian bacon and shitloads of George Foreman grilled chicken breast is wearing me out...

My workouts are bland, the food blander...and my collarbones, still not protruding as desired.

I'm throwing in the towel (again).

weekend agenda

2005-09-13T15:22:00.000-05:00

Heading to the land o’ lakes this weekend for my darling sister’s engagement party. Although this is clearly going to be the highlight of the weekend, it should be mentioned that there will be a visit of two with MK.

As a refugee of Hurricane Katrina (is it weird that I find the thought of a hot "refugee" somewhat sexy?), he’s staying with his parents in my same hometown. I banking on makeout #2, but a bit nervous as well.

Since makeout #1, he’s developed horribly awkward phone skills. His text messaging continues to be stellar and his emailing techniques...well, off the charts, but on the phone there are some major issues.

I’m looking forward to talking to him in person again, partially to get over the uncomfortable phone conversation and partially to look at his irresistible face.

Adieu summer, adieu.

2005-09-10T09:13:00.000-05:00

I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather don a cozy sweater any day over tube tops and halters. I'm sure it's partially because I love covering up my never-toned-regardess-of-number-of tricep-dips arms as much as possible, but it's also the feelings that autumn seems to evoke.

As a Minnesotan through and through (without the ugly accent), I have always looked to Fall with excitement. I know it means putting away the fun summer dresses, long weekends and open toe shoes (oh god, I hadn't pondered the signifigance of the latter!!!)...but it also means a season of new beginning is near.

Fall always seems like home to me. No matter where I am...the changing leaves and smell of rebirth bring me back to sipping apple cider with my sisters, snuggled up under afhgans in the family room discussing the highschool football lineup as if it were the current presidential administration. It's cozy and comforting and it's always there (autumn that is, not the president).

I just can't wait for the heat to be gone, the sweating to stop and endless nights of red wine and Scrabble with the best of friends.

Ciao ciao summer....see you next year.

another one bites the dust

2005-09-07T09:09:00.000-05:00

Damn these Hollywood stars and their ridiculous dedication to anorexia...I sucked at pretending to have an eating disorder, maybe if I had millions of dollars of motivation waiting for me I would have been a success, but then again...carbs are oh so good.

Hilary Duff is the latest to go....atleast she has funny teeth.

Also on the celebrity note, jackass Lance Armstrong announces his engagement to Sheryl Crow. Meanwhile, his three darling kids sit wondering why their dad only comes around when the paparazzi is near. Sad.

Samstag

2005-09-03T12:14:00.000-05:00

My hangover is wretched.

I woke up on the couch with a bowl of chili, a diet sunkist and a smattering of cashews on the table next to me. And my allergies are doing nothing for this orchestra of pounding that has taken up shop in my head. It's miserable.

The cure: listening to Kelly Clarkson's "Because of You" on repeat (and rereading the saucy text messaging that apparently took place lastnight)

Give a Guy a Gift

2005-08-31T18:31:00.000-05:00

My friend Abby asked me today what to give her boyfriend to mark their coveted 3 year anniversary and I didn't hesitate a minute.

I've given tons of gifts over the years to the many boys of my life. Some were better than others (the boys too)...but I've always enjoyed seeing the look of glee when you hit the jackpot and get it just right.

Here are some hits and misses...you can play the guessing game yourself:
- An engraved Tiffany's sterling money clip
- The full season of Ali G. on DVD
- A glass bowl (not the kinds you eat cereal out of)
- A subscription to Maxim
- Calvin Klein pajama pants
- Michael Jordan cologne
- A subscription to the beer-of-the-month club
- A homecooked dinner that ended in black lingerie and lots of choclate sauce
- A pager (ha, remember pagers!) and a mixed tape (ha, remember tapes)
- Polo shirts

A few things:

2005-08-29T16:10:00.000-05:00

a.) The VMA's sucked. I was really hoping for something more scandalous than R.Kelly lipsynching about some martial dispute and Hilary Duff making a really dumb joke.

b.) I went out two nights in a row this weekend! This is big for me. I haven't been able to handle such events since college. I made it, and I rocked out if I do say so myself.

c.) MK is on his way to Chicago (maybe I'll get that kiss sooner than I thought!).

d.) Yes, I just said HE IS ON HIS WAY TO CHICAGO!

Jr. High Flirting

2005-08-26T09:07:00.000-05:00

So the online/text message flirting continues with my old beau from high school (MK). We continue to email multiple times a day, and have established the fact that we are in fact flirting (I am blushing at the thought).

I've also put him at the top of the list of drunk dials, although it's not so much drunk as it is buzzed-from-a-few-glasses-of- Chardonnay-and-wanting-to-talk-'cause-I'm-sick-of text-messaging-dail.

I'm finding myself counting the days until Thanksgiving when we will be able to hang out (back in the Land O' Lakes) and then I shun myself for thinking that this is anything of substance. Isn't is just old feelings reignited, me being semi-lonely and his amazing ability to make me laugh at a moment's notice? Or maybe what it represents - a carefree time in my life when the most stress we had was whether or not my dad knew what we were really doing under the blanket when we were "cuddling" during 90210.

What is it? I can't define it and with my Type A personality I am desperately searching for some way to categorize my feelings or at the very least get to the bottom of where they are stemming from.

Maybe I've been going to therapy too often...maybe it's just a crush and there isn't some detailed explanation. Maybe I should just go in for the kiss next time and really find out.

And by the way, there are 90 days until Turkey Day.

It's. Finally. Over

2005-08-23T13:18:00.000-05:00

It's official, the golden couple is no longer .

Team Aniston, let me hear ya. Screw Angelina, she's a wicked temptress and Brad, well...Brad, I truly thought there was more to you.

It is a sad day.

pubic you say!?!?!?

2005-08-22T17:25:00.000-05:00

I just had a meeting with the Director of PR, Director of Account Services and our CEO.

The heading of my memorandum read: Revised Pubic Relations Initiatives for 2006.

Yes, PUBIC, not PUBLIC... I’m outta here.

My secret obsession

2005-08-19T09:33:00.000-05:00

By now most of you have developed an understanding of my odd pairings of interest. While I live for the perfect dangly earrings and metallic pumps, I also have this weird love (some might say obsession) for history, particularly World War II.

I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I studied in Munich, minored in German and European Studies and took some of the most amazing history classes with renowned professors from around the world (this sounds pretentious, sorry)...but still, it seems to grow more intense the longer I am away from European soil...making me wonder just how weird am I? But, that's besides the point.

Lastnight I took a walk down to the little theatre on Clark Street and saw the latest blockbuster The Great Raid. The theatre was filled with old war vets, windows of old war vets, a few lone odd balls and myself.

Aside from the man who chewed his popcorn obnoxiously loud throughout the first hour, the movie was incredible. The story was heroic and uplifting and slightly cheesy (afterall, Kelly Ripa's husband is in it!), but it was a great Thursday night.

why god why?!?!

2005-08-17T20:51:00.000-05:00

Why when I have more than two drinks do I always ALWAYS want to drunk dial!!?!

It's bad enough that I call my dad when I am intoxicated to tell him how much I love him, but when I start having to call him to avoid calling my old high school sweetheart (see Senior Prom Date I and II), then it's officially a problem.

It's also a problem that I slur after one glass of wine. Like how inappropriate is that when I am trying to network and I can't talk about our new integrated marketing program because all the words are just too complicated for your drunken heiness.

I should be locked away...with a bottle of wine and a cell phone, just to see what happens.

I love the Dutch...

2005-08-16T17:36:00.000-05:00

...More than I love Germans, because they are better in bed and sound so much hotter when they speak. Oh yeah, and that whole drug acceptance thing, pretty cool when you are traveling through Europe as a college kid. Ahhh, the memories.

Your Inner European is Dutch!

Open minded and tolerant.

You're up for just about anything.

Who's Your Inner European?

employee profile

2005-08-16T11:22:00.000-05:00

I've been asked to fill out an employee profile which is the ultimate opportunity to show my personality in the professional world (a combination that is a bit frightening).

I have to fill out the following:
- My favorite quote ("Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world" but is that really appropriate??)
- Why I love my job (honestly, many reasons...perhaps most of all, they don't frown upon large and flamboyant accessories)
- Activites/Personal Interests: hmmm...weekend makeouts, wine paired with the occasional Parliament Light, WWII documentaries...god, I'm odd.

Is there any hope for me??!?

awww....text message love

2005-08-15T15:14:00.000-05:00

From: MK 10:58 PM
Sweet Dreams. I’ll miss you.

From: Amy 11:04 PM
Same to you sweetheart.
Maybe we can do a date over Thanksgiving?

From: MK 11:11 PM
As you wish. My treat.

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From: MK 1:13 PM
Hey babe. Get to work on time?

From: AL 1:15 PM
Yes, no problems. I started the week in a great mood.
Thanks for the perfect weekend.

From: MK 1:30 PM
You made it perfect.

Awww......

Senior Prom Date Part II

2005-08-14T23:15:00.000-05:00

I know that I am feeling something very real and very intense when I want to kiss a boy and I restrain myself.

After walking him back to his car tonight, we hugged for long enough to smell his old cologne but too short to feel if his heart was beating as fast as mine. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to kiss him so badly but because I care so much for him, I didn't.

I walked back to the elevator of my apartment and waited to push the "UP" button. I hesitated, thinking maybe I could run back and kiss him and it'd be sweet and perfect like in a cheesy romance movie. Before thinking even further, I ran out the door only to see the back of his headlights further up along the street. A lost chance...for now.

I know it's for the better, I do. A kiss wouldn't have gotten us anywhere. But, still...I can't help but ponder what's there and how it could possibly be ignited after so long...and in a manner that I have never felt before.

Enough for me to resist a tall, dark, handsome man's embrace...this must be serious.

Alert the masses.

single gal's essentials

2005-08-11T11:39:00.000-05:00

If you are single...and god love ya....

check this out

I’d like to add:
11.) A neverending subscription to US Weekly.
12.) A bottle of chardonnay, chilled...at all times!
13.) A hookup buddy, that you are in no way intellectually attracted to.
14.) A girlfriend who’s always up for martinis @ a moment’s notice
15.) A dream that doesn’t involved a man, settling down or children.

The Battle I'll Never Win

2005-08-10T09:37:00.000-05:00

That's Wednesday in German for the rest of you nonGerman loving fools.

Anyhow, lastnight I went to Whole Foods to get my evening subsistence, because I haven't cooked since that wretched experience mid Spring (trying to copy a 30 minute meals recipe turned 3rd degree burns)...and I decided to get a box of crackers.

Now...for any of you who haven't yet realized this....I have absolutely no self control when it comes to a.) anything starchy and b.) anything packaged. Ever since my bout with South Beach, I have developed a sick love for anything high-carb and crunchy.

I decided, however, to give it a whirl and put my self to the test (I do this every so often, hoping that I will suprise myself with an amazing amount of new found self restraint...always failing miserably).

And now, for the verdict.

Not a complete faiure but definetly nothing to write in to SHAPE about. I ate a good 3/4 of the box in about 6 different trips to the pantry. It started innocently enough...a heaping handful with hummus for a pre dinner appetizer...then a second handful with my Whole Foods entree....and from there it just went down hill. I continued to munch right through the TBS Friends re-runs, straight into Gastineau Girls (which was horrid I'll have you know).

This morning I woke up feeling like an over puffed whole grain roll and oddly enough...started off the day with a breakfast of crackers.

Senior Prom Date

2005-08-08T16:55:00.000-05:00

My mundane Monday has gone much better than expected. Coming in to work this morning I was dreading making media calls and answering my clients hourly phone calls (most of which normally revolve around some sort of major disaster). Things turned around though and I am gitty with excitement.

My high school boyfriend, who shall remain nameless, will be making a trip to the Windy City this weekend. Having not seen him in 4 years, I am nervous and surprisingly excited. A half year (plus some change) post break-up with a few dates under my belt, I am ready to face a new male challenge.

I can’t help but think how silly I’m being. It’s not like I am going to fall in love with my senior promdate, but still...I can’t wait to see someone who has known me since before I had braces and an ass. Someone who knows my neighborhood and my fourth grade teacher and how I never scored a goal on my JV soccer team. Someone who I used to kiss in his parents basement while listening to Jessica Simpson (before she was skinny).

The timing couldn’t be better really. I’m feel good, looking decent and more single than ever.

ask amy

2005-08-04T17:06:00.000-05:00

Lori: Where do I get a good, fitted white oxford?

Amy: That's a tough one. Banana Republic always has nice fitting shirts, as does J.Crew. The key is to get one that is long enough to stay tucked in and a bit sinched at the waist so it does't look too baggy. With fall fashion coming, there should be plenty of options.

Lori: Thanks amo..is it weird that I want you to be my stylist? I just spilled my d.c.

Amy: No, we made a great team that day we shopped in Chicago. I just know how fabulous you are!

Amy: I'm going to Potbellys for lunch and I have no shame, I am getting a huge as* cookie too!

beware

2005-08-03T17:34:00.000-05:00

The blog gods are watching, or some bitchy woman at work. watch out

US Weekly supplement

2005-08-03T09:42:00.000-05:00

For those of you who can't wait unti Friday a.m. to devour the new US Weekly, check out this blog

Apple Guru Says...

2005-08-02T15:30:00.000-05:00

Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish
No problem, now if I could only apply these two reoccuring faults (which oddly enough, often come in tandem) to my career - I'd be set.

amy in full accessories

2005-08-02T10:39:00.000-05:00

amy in full accessories
Originally uploaded by amylind.

I can't get enough of the new BOHO look, although as my girls know...I've always veered towards hippie chic. I tend to get a bit carried away however, but really, can anyone wear too many bangles?!?! Until mid fall 2005, I say more is more!

monday anxiety

2005-08-01T13:37:00.000-05:00

Monday mornings are either totally exhilirating and refresing for me or they are completely overwhelming and fear evoking. Today, the latter strikes.

I am in a total panic about what I am doing with my life and how I will be able to survive a 9-5 for the rest of my life.

I even had a dream that my friend from Holland invited me to move to Croatia for a year and I woke up relieved that I had found a remedy to my one year corporate itch.

Sadly, such is not the case, and I am at the office, a bit bloated from a night of binge drinking and I am freaking out that I belong in a German beer hall as a Brau Frau and not in a pleated skirt and starched oxford in a cubicle.

Good solution

2005-07-26T12:52:00.000-05:00

Per a recent conversation with friends regarding how uncomfortable it is when you forget someone's name and in an attempt to avoid the , "Hey (person who's name I forgot), this is my friend Maya from college" in hopes that Maya will say, "Hi, and you are...." read this

Thanks to a fellow PR blogger for the link

I heart jesus

2005-07-25T09:14:00.000-05:00

Saturday evening I enjoyed some much needed one on one time with a very well built (and very gentlemanly) male companion. After a few hours of messing up my throw pillows, we retreated to the balcony for a glass of wine and friendly conversation.

The range of topics drifted from my job to his growing movie career and finally, to religion (we have very serious conversation despite our very unserious relationship). We have covered our religious differences before, however he took it a step further this time by proclaiming that he'd never date a Christian girl....

Hmm, do you think that could have waited until the clothes were back on. He lost a few points with that one...but at least we're on the same page.

spastic social life

2005-07-23T21:01:00.000-05:00

I can't decide if it's a good or bad thing, one night I'm out with my fabulously gay friend from high school speech team at a french wine tasting and the next I'm smoozing with gucci clad east coast wannabes in the Scene's "hip" clubs of Chicago.

I like the dynamic but I am also searching for that solid group that never tires. I want to hit the town every weekend with a solid sidekick and conquer the night's rollercoaster together.

But does any one really have that though? Is there really a Sex and the City crew that Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte so perfectly defined? Don't all girls stray from the clique in search of additional social contact and interaction aside from my sister's collegiate group of fabulous women?

I'm sure that my friends would say this is a good thing. My odd couplings and varied social interests and that it enables us to all come back to the bimonthly dinner table with better stories and a refreshing outlook on life's challenges.

Still, it'd be nice to have a roommate that could join me in my sunday night documentary dinner or give me an daily opinion on what I like to call fashion but what could very well be categorized as a major faux pas.

family ties

2005-07-21T08:56:00.000-05:00

As most of you know, I love my family an insane amount. In fact, many people might say that I am obsessed with them. Although this may very well be true, I have learned along the journey to self discovery, that they also influence who I am and how I feel about myself....good and bad. Fortunately, the bad is only superficial.

Growing up with three gorgeous blond sisters has a way of making you second guess your own appearance regardless of how many people tell you that it's good to be different. Sometimes I don't want to be different though, sometimes looking like a mexican foreign exchange student gets old. Except of course, when we're in Mexico. And then I watch the other three suffer relentless attacks from bartenders named Paco and Gonzalez.

attention, attention

2005-07-19T15:21:00.000-05:00

If you are one of the eleven blessed people that read my blog, please be aware that I am changing the title/address for search optimization purposes.
stay tuned