I am not young anymore. I need to remember this when I go to parties. A friend just turned 30. She had a rock'n party though. Many many drinks. And jello shots, can't forget the jello shots. How ever much I may want to.
I am also now the owner of a head of SHORT hair. I had an oppertunity and took it. I like it. It's a lot less hassle now. Not to mention cooler in this summer heat. Other than that there is nothing to report. Sad but true.
--Little Bird has been clipped
Monday, August 4, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Birds of a Feather
I love my mom (we shall call her Mamma Bird), and I should probably tell her so more often. Last night Mamma Bird and I went to a new resturaunt. We won't be going back. The food was so-so, but the service was not good. Having worked in resturaunts, I know from good service. I, in my infinite wisdom did not eat at all yesterday until we went out.... at 7pm. And Mamma Bird, with her infinite patience did not kill me when I griped and bitched and moaned. After we had eaten life was much more pleasant.
Mamma Bird told me something that I hadn't known, something that was incredibly validating. She likes me. She enjoys spending time with me. She considers me a friend. This may sound odd, or trite, but really it's not. She's my mom, she's supposed to love me, but is by no means required to LIKE me. Not all parents like the people their offspring have become. Not all offspring like their parents. So I think it quite wonderful that Mamma Bird and I like each other.
Today Mamma Bird and I are going to a concert in the park (classical) and picnic while there. We will have caprese, bread and wine. I will try to remember the bottled water. And I will eat something at some point this afternoon before I go crazy again. I would hate for Mamma Bird to have to kill someone she likes.
---Little Bird loves her mamma!
Mamma Bird told me something that I hadn't known, something that was incredibly validating. She likes me. She enjoys spending time with me. She considers me a friend. This may sound odd, or trite, but really it's not. She's my mom, she's supposed to love me, but is by no means required to LIKE me. Not all parents like the people their offspring have become. Not all offspring like their parents. So I think it quite wonderful that Mamma Bird and I like each other.
Today Mamma Bird and I are going to a concert in the park (classical) and picnic while there. We will have caprese, bread and wine. I will try to remember the bottled water. And I will eat something at some point this afternoon before I go crazy again. I would hate for Mamma Bird to have to kill someone she likes.
---Little Bird loves her mamma!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Colorful Day
Ok, I have seen some strange things in this town, but Sunday's sighting has to be one of the oddest. There are green birds on the lake. At DuSable harbor to be exact. They are a sort of teal-green. They don't really look like sea gulls so I have no idea what the hell they are. I wish I had photos, but my phone does not take the best photos, at least from a distance. But if any one has any ideas on what these birds are or where they came from I would love to know.
I saw them Sunday the 29th. I was on a friends boat, and on the phone with Ginger. I have a habit of stareing off into space while on the phone. If I'm at home I'll look out the window and watch the lake. Well, I was already at the lake so I was watchng the birds. I saw this flash of bluish-green and had ho idea what it was. I looked harder and nudged my friend and pointed it out. Binnoculars were produced and we got a closer look. There were at least eight of them. Some were more green and others were paler. All the pale ones were sitting and looked as if they were nesting. The darker and greener ones were just standing around. I did not see any of them take to the air. Again if anyone has a clue what they are, clue me in too!
Also sighted that day was a great rainbow. It looked like flames where it hit the water. All in all it was a colorful day.
Now, today was not so colorful. Why is it that guys wear speedos? I mean regular guys. Scratch that, I mean guys who aren't competitive swimmers. I saw this guy at the lake front today who looked like the male leadin "My First Mister" plus at least 30 pounds. In a speedo. Not on the beach. Sort of by the chess pavillion. In a camp chair. Ickers. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't kept getting up and uh..... displayng himself. I don't mean exposing himself. he just kept standing up and turning slowly in a circle. Again, ickers. I need to not take my glasses when I go to the park or lake front.
---Lttle Bird has seen some feathered friends
I saw them Sunday the 29th. I was on a friends boat, and on the phone with Ginger. I have a habit of stareing off into space while on the phone. If I'm at home I'll look out the window and watch the lake. Well, I was already at the lake so I was watchng the birds. I saw this flash of bluish-green and had ho idea what it was. I looked harder and nudged my friend and pointed it out. Binnoculars were produced and we got a closer look. There were at least eight of them. Some were more green and others were paler. All the pale ones were sitting and looked as if they were nesting. The darker and greener ones were just standing around. I did not see any of them take to the air. Again if anyone has a clue what they are, clue me in too!
Also sighted that day was a great rainbow. It looked like flames where it hit the water. All in all it was a colorful day.
Now, today was not so colorful. Why is it that guys wear speedos? I mean regular guys. Scratch that, I mean guys who aren't competitive swimmers. I saw this guy at the lake front today who looked like the male leadin "My First Mister" plus at least 30 pounds. In a speedo. Not on the beach. Sort of by the chess pavillion. In a camp chair. Ickers. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't kept getting up and uh..... displayng himself. I don't mean exposing himself. he just kept standing up and turning slowly in a circle. Again, ickers. I need to not take my glasses when I go to the park or lake front.
---Lttle Bird has seen some feathered friends
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Die With a T
So I started a diet. And exersizing. All this means is that I am unbeleivably tired. And I have lost 5 pounds. Or I had lost 5 pounds as of Sunday. If can average 5 pounds a week I will be very happy indeed. The diet is very simple. Lots of salads. small amounts of pasta or breads. No chips. Diet Coke with splenda (I'm allergic to neutrasweet folks) and Propell. I have rice cakes for snacking emergencies, and I actually like them.
In addition to the reduced calorie intake, there is the exersize. I walk my mother to work each weekday. On days that I don't work I also ride my bike 10 to 14 miles (if it doesn't rain) and then walk to meet my mother and accompany her home. Wednesdays I add a walk to the Licoln Park Farmers Market. Saturdays and Sundays I don't ride ('cause that would be insane, the park is PACKED on the weekends*) but I do try to walk at least 6 miles. So an average weekday has anywhere from 3 to 9 miles of walking and then add the biking. I also do things like standing on a balance board while washing dishes or folding laundry. I should be skating more and hula hooping too. I am determined to lose the weight damnit.
No, I am not perpetually hungry. I eat several tiny meals in a day. What I am mostly is sleepy. I seem to be working off as many calories as I take in. Which is good, and so far it's working for me. That first week I lost 5 pounds. The second week is not over yet, so I can't say what I have lost. The scale is at my mothers house and weigh-ins are a once a week deal.
Since I started this I have seen a few weird things. Underwear. On the sidewalk. Only once was it ladies undies and those were obviously brand new, never been worn. The tag was still on them and they had that flat/folded look that only new undies seem to have. All the rest have been boxers. Plaid boxers. Rumpled and in a pile, as if they were removed and just tossed aside. Why is this? Why are men (assumption) taking off their boxers in really random places? In the middle of the sidewalk in an upscale residential neighborhood. Along the bike path by the lake-- NOWHERE NEAR ANY BUILDINGS! Nowhere near the waters edge either. In the middle of the park, by the zoo's farm. That last one scares me a little since all the boxers I have seen are adult sized.
* About the park on weekends: this is Chicago, a destination spot for vacation for a lot of people. The park on the lake's shore is a tourist mecca. It is also the place where everyone who lives here goes on the weekends. The paths are full of runners, walkers, skaters, and mommies. And then add the tourists who don't realize there is a protocol on the path. Stay to the right if you are not on a bike or moving fast. If you want to stop and watch something or look for something in your bag, GET OFF THE DAMN PATH! When you hear some one call out "on your left!" this means "move to your right" because someone on a bike is attempting to pass you. This is a sticky subject with me. I am of the opinion that they call it a bike path for a reason. It was designed with cyclists in mind. It was also designed so that pedestrians can use it WITHOUT GETTING IN THE WAY. There is a narrower section that is marked off for walkers to walk single file. Additionaly there are chat paths next to much of the bike path. My mountain bike can take the chat, and the grass if need be. But most of the cyclists I've seen have lightweight bikes with super-skinny tires, they can't ride on the chat- much less the grass.
The worst offenders are the mommies. With their $700+ strollers that have gigantic wheels. They walk 2 and sometimes 4 abreast, forcing everyone else off the path. Again for me this is not the worst thing. Unless we happen to be between Oak Street Beach and Fullerton. Then a veer off the path (for anyone) means either a 2 foot fall onto concrete (before North Ave.) or into the sand (after North Ave.). In some spots, that veer will land you in the water. The water being the rather cold and stinky Lake Michigan. It's not like I have particularly strong feelings about this or anything. Yes, I keep an eye out so I don't run over some kid. No, I shouldn't have to be your babysitter. Mommies should share the path, moving over for faster moving "vehicles". The rules of the road do apply to the path.
What am I saying?! I keep forgetting! These are the same women who drive their SUVs three blocks to the drugstore to pick up toothpaste!! Who think that ALL roads belong to them.
--Little Bird aims to be littler
In addition to the reduced calorie intake, there is the exersize. I walk my mother to work each weekday. On days that I don't work I also ride my bike 10 to 14 miles (if it doesn't rain) and then walk to meet my mother and accompany her home. Wednesdays I add a walk to the Licoln Park Farmers Market. Saturdays and Sundays I don't ride ('cause that would be insane, the park is PACKED on the weekends*) but I do try to walk at least 6 miles. So an average weekday has anywhere from 3 to 9 miles of walking and then add the biking. I also do things like standing on a balance board while washing dishes or folding laundry. I should be skating more and hula hooping too. I am determined to lose the weight damnit.
No, I am not perpetually hungry. I eat several tiny meals in a day. What I am mostly is sleepy. I seem to be working off as many calories as I take in. Which is good, and so far it's working for me. That first week I lost 5 pounds. The second week is not over yet, so I can't say what I have lost. The scale is at my mothers house and weigh-ins are a once a week deal.
Since I started this I have seen a few weird things. Underwear. On the sidewalk. Only once was it ladies undies and those were obviously brand new, never been worn. The tag was still on them and they had that flat/folded look that only new undies seem to have. All the rest have been boxers. Plaid boxers. Rumpled and in a pile, as if they were removed and just tossed aside. Why is this? Why are men (assumption) taking off their boxers in really random places? In the middle of the sidewalk in an upscale residential neighborhood. Along the bike path by the lake-- NOWHERE NEAR ANY BUILDINGS! Nowhere near the waters edge either. In the middle of the park, by the zoo's farm. That last one scares me a little since all the boxers I have seen are adult sized.
* About the park on weekends: this is Chicago, a destination spot for vacation for a lot of people. The park on the lake's shore is a tourist mecca. It is also the place where everyone who lives here goes on the weekends. The paths are full of runners, walkers, skaters, and mommies. And then add the tourists who don't realize there is a protocol on the path. Stay to the right if you are not on a bike or moving fast. If you want to stop and watch something or look for something in your bag, GET OFF THE DAMN PATH! When you hear some one call out "on your left!" this means "move to your right" because someone on a bike is attempting to pass you. This is a sticky subject with me. I am of the opinion that they call it a bike path for a reason. It was designed with cyclists in mind. It was also designed so that pedestrians can use it WITHOUT GETTING IN THE WAY. There is a narrower section that is marked off for walkers to walk single file. Additionaly there are chat paths next to much of the bike path. My mountain bike can take the chat, and the grass if need be. But most of the cyclists I've seen have lightweight bikes with super-skinny tires, they can't ride on the chat- much less the grass.
The worst offenders are the mommies. With their $700+ strollers that have gigantic wheels. They walk 2 and sometimes 4 abreast, forcing everyone else off the path. Again for me this is not the worst thing. Unless we happen to be between Oak Street Beach and Fullerton. Then a veer off the path (for anyone) means either a 2 foot fall onto concrete (before North Ave.) or into the sand (after North Ave.). In some spots, that veer will land you in the water. The water being the rather cold and stinky Lake Michigan. It's not like I have particularly strong feelings about this or anything. Yes, I keep an eye out so I don't run over some kid. No, I shouldn't have to be your babysitter. Mommies should share the path, moving over for faster moving "vehicles". The rules of the road do apply to the path.
What am I saying?! I keep forgetting! These are the same women who drive their SUVs three blocks to the drugstore to pick up toothpaste!! Who think that ALL roads belong to them.
--Little Bird aims to be littler
Monday, June 2, 2008
It Hits The Fan
So this is what happens when you burn your candle at both ends AND everyone you know is going through some kind of life crisis. You get sick!! Again!! I have the same sore throat thing I had 5 months ago. And I feel generally icky. Time to slow down and take it a bit easier.
You already know about my dating diaster. A friend is going through her own right now, and still another is going through an even worse one. These two friends are very important to me, so their problems are not to be taken lightly. At least as far as I am concerned.
To add to all of this I got a call from a relative informing me that my fathers recent MRI shows that he might have brain cancer. Oh goody. I managed to get a cell number so I can reach him and not have to attempt a conversation with the woman who hates me. Besides, I can't speak very loudly right now and don't wish to be chastised for it. Because oh yes, she would. Also I'm sure she will manage to find a way to blame me if this is indeed cancer. But really, she's a lovely person. Compared to death row inmates that have had to be separated from the general population. She and I do not get along all that well.
Other than all of that the latest roller derby outting was fantastic fun! Well, most of it anyway. I bought skates and very much want to get out there and skate. I just would like to do it when it doesn't feel as if there were a golf ball lodged in my throat. Right now I just want to curl up and sleep for a week or three.
-Little Bird has crash landed
You already know about my dating diaster. A friend is going through her own right now, and still another is going through an even worse one. These two friends are very important to me, so their problems are not to be taken lightly. At least as far as I am concerned.
To add to all of this I got a call from a relative informing me that my fathers recent MRI shows that he might have brain cancer. Oh goody. I managed to get a cell number so I can reach him and not have to attempt a conversation with the woman who hates me. Besides, I can't speak very loudly right now and don't wish to be chastised for it. Because oh yes, she would. Also I'm sure she will manage to find a way to blame me if this is indeed cancer. But really, she's a lovely person. Compared to death row inmates that have had to be separated from the general population. She and I do not get along all that well.
Other than all of that the latest roller derby outting was fantastic fun! Well, most of it anyway. I bought skates and very much want to get out there and skate. I just would like to do it when it doesn't feel as if there were a golf ball lodged in my throat. Right now I just want to curl up and sleep for a week or three.
-Little Bird has crash landed
Monday, May 26, 2008
BACON!!!!!
I think I died last night. I feel dead. I hurt all over, my head feels as if it's in a vise. The drunkening that was yesterday broke a few people. And tonight there is ANOTHER barbeque to go to. I don't think I'll be drinking much. I think we drank for 15 hours yesterday. It hurts just to write that. I did have fun though.
We barbequed at the bar. Burgers, chicken legs, skirt steak (just freakin amazing), and bacon cheddar mashed potatos, and garlic mashed potatos, and potato salad, and corn on the cob, and s'mores. It's entirely possible that I ate too much. It's also probably why I didn't get sick or pass out from the beer. I drink slow, so I don't think I had THAT many. I mean REALLY slow.
Tonight I intend to take it easy. The Bacon Bros. are the hosts tonight. I might just bring soda. The really great part about tonight is that Chicagos very own Bacon Bros. have some really cool friends. Smart, well read and well spoken. I look forward to meeting more of them. And re-meeting a few, as some of us may not remember the first meeting.
I posted once before about these Bacon Bros. and said I would explain the name. No, it is not a refference to the actor and his brother. The Bacon Bros. are step-brothers, and one of them had a girlfriend that lived with them for awhile and she kept a kosher kitchen. The first thing the boys did when she moved out was fry two pounds of bacon. They are regulars at the bar. When I met them I had a hard time remembering their names, so after I heard the story I nick-named them the Bacon Bros. The beauty of it is that they like the name. I think they may even revel in it, just a little.
--Little Bird is feeling fuzzy
We barbequed at the bar. Burgers, chicken legs, skirt steak (just freakin amazing), and bacon cheddar mashed potatos, and garlic mashed potatos, and potato salad, and corn on the cob, and s'mores. It's entirely possible that I ate too much. It's also probably why I didn't get sick or pass out from the beer. I drink slow, so I don't think I had THAT many. I mean REALLY slow.
Tonight I intend to take it easy. The Bacon Bros. are the hosts tonight. I might just bring soda. The really great part about tonight is that Chicagos very own Bacon Bros. have some really cool friends. Smart, well read and well spoken. I look forward to meeting more of them. And re-meeting a few, as some of us may not remember the first meeting.
I posted once before about these Bacon Bros. and said I would explain the name. No, it is not a refference to the actor and his brother. The Bacon Bros. are step-brothers, and one of them had a girlfriend that lived with them for awhile and she kept a kosher kitchen. The first thing the boys did when she moved out was fry two pounds of bacon. They are regulars at the bar. When I met them I had a hard time remembering their names, so after I heard the story I nick-named them the Bacon Bros. The beauty of it is that they like the name. I think they may even revel in it, just a little.
--Little Bird is feeling fuzzy
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Oh, For Crying Out Loud!!
Ok, so now I'm officially giving up. He called. We talked. We made plans to get together today. I called him to tell him I was back at home and he could come by anytime. I had to leave it as a message because he didn't answer his phone. I called a little later to see what the ETA was.... and HE TURNED HIS PHONE OFF!!! I don't care if he feels poorly today, he can pick up the damn phone and tell me so. I think I'll not be returning any calls from him, not that I expect to get any.
---Little Bird is fed up
---Little Bird is fed up
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