Pedi's and Punch

Last night was so very decadent. After a day from hell, Brett, Kort and I went about our way to get Pedi's for the little feet. With the impending summer-although you wouldn’t know it with the rainy 55 degree weather in the middle of May-we decided it was absolutely necessary for our feets to looks cute and springy.



But mine cannot.



I might just be in the running for “the worst feet every to be attached to an otherwise cute girl” award. When I was a baby in Heaven, God must have said… “No no no, you can’t give her that rack and nice feet, it has to be one or the other” So the kind little angle got to chose and he chose the rack. (thank God) But alas, my talons are none too pretty and I swear that the woman working-and it was work my friends-on my feet was talking about my while doing so. I obviously do not understand whatever language she might have been speaking, but I can tell by the incessant giggling that she was saying “oh my goodness, check out these nasty bastards…it this a woman or a hobbit…and why is she so damn ticklish?”

So my feet feel great and they should look great but I can really only go from “horribly awful” to “somewhat ok” in the ol’ tootsie department.

After the pedi’s we trotted on over to SoPo, one of our very favorite restaurant/bars and had $2 sangrias-cannot beat it with a stick-and yummy food.

Such a fun night and one of those that makes you happy to live where you live and know who you know.

Despite the crappy weather and ugly feet, I was with my two favorite people in Chicago enjoying great fruit-filled drinks and laughter!

My Little Man Preston

Here is the picture of the cutest little man in the world, my nephew Preston!



Is he not the coolest guy ever? Less then a year old and leaning on the edge of the pool with his legs crossed and a huge smile on his face...he knows this is the life!

On a lighter note

I saw this on MSN.com this morning and realized that it must have been put up solely for my purposes…it is a pathway of sorts…a map to achieving my overarching goal of becoming a trophy wife. Eligible billionaires watch out! I know who you are, and I am not afraid to wield a low cut (yet tasteful) shirt to lure you into my den!

In 3s

There is a theory that events in life comes in threes. Death has come in threes over these past few weeks. The death of Tom, Melinda’s house president at BGSU, a man we did not know but who so affected the life of our dear friend. This week the death of my bosses wife N. N’s wake and funeral were Monday and Tuesday. Friends and family gathered to celebrate the life of this amazing woman. As I sat in the church I could only hope that my life would be celebrated in this way someday. N was filled with grace, style and charm in a way that can only come from being ever so confident in your life’s decisions and your choice to be happy. She was a fighter and her spunk inspired us all. Last night I learned of, hopefully what will be the final death in this cycle of three. The brother of a dear friend died at a young age…taken from the world too soon in an accident that had nothing to do with bad judgment or serious error but more along the lines of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. M was the brother of my brother’s best friend. Having spent quality time with the family as the brothers were in college together, there is no better family on earth. A big, loving Italian family filled with laughter and kindness, now must find the strength to let go of their kin. My brother is flying in for the funeral, so little that I get to see him and so sad that it must be under these circumstances. This weekend I will attend my second wake and funeral of the week. Devastated that these families must endure this sadness, I go humbly, so very aware of how lucky I am and how much I take that for granted. So, to whatever God you might pray, please do so for these families that have lost their loved ones.

These b*tches

Our apartment is being invaded by our very favorite people this weekend. I am sure this Saturday will have actions that will provoke blogs for the next entire week.


These bitches are arrive on Friday and Saturday

There will be much craziness (and champagne) to be had and I am very excited to have a good night out with wonderful friends!!

Saturday is Frankito's birthday party...better known as Cinco de Drinko # 5! A party at Sidetrack-ever so wonderful because it is down the effing stairs and about 15 feet over from our apartment-and then who knows where the night will take us. All I have to say is hopefully it will not take us to me making out with a random guy at Berlin where Brett to take pictures which apparently Minda can pull up off of Snapfish at a moment's notice!

The writing on the Statue of Liberty says:

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Today marks an incredible event in History. Before our eyes major cities have shut down due to a mainly grassroots movement protesting the Immigration Bill. These are the movements that will change the future! In a society that seems to become more apathetic with every passing of a Congressional bill and running of a new Senate race, a fight has finally emerged. The streets of Chicago are filled with protesters marching and chanting “Si Se Puede” (Yes We Can). This is not just Hispanic involvement, it is also important to remember that there are Irish, Arabs, Chinese, Koreans and many other immigrants marching in cities around the US. Asserting their rights as participants in “the Land of the Free!” Doing jobs that the ever-increasingly educated American population refuses to do and living as important and vital parts of our communities. In becoming a sector of our nation, their children hoping for a better education and life then the ones that have gone before. Who are we to make felons out of our neighbors, our friends, our classmates and our fellow country men and women? They are our brothers and sisters and they deserve a voice!

Check out the bill and see what you think. Make your decision!

I am going to Grant Park to see history in the making!