A few weeks ago I won my second Pay It Forward contest over at & That’s The Way Life Goes. I got a lovely little photo album, a note pad and a special treat for Miss Edie! So it’s that time again…

This time I’m not going to make it so easy as just commenting to win. No, no, no. I’m going to make you work. Well, not work but make me laugh. I want a joke. Only one joke per commenter though, please. It will make it a lot easier to choose 3, if you all don’t enter 23423 jokes each.

So make me giggle. Winners will be announced Friday. Remember: don’t enter unless you will pay it forward yourself. Prizes maybe a gift card? Or maybe something from my upcoming vacation? Who knows!

Ready. Set. Go!

Two weeks from today, I visit the Land of the Mouse. Two straight weeks of work and 3 days off (including weekends) and I get to take a break from Chicago, a break from my family and unfortunately, a break from my baby puppies. I can’t even lie, I’m really looking forward to it. A week of sun, roller coasters and Disney magic with my favorite boy and his family. I’m counting down the days until Tuesday because then he comes home from four days in Las Vegas with the boys. I miss him like crazy!

This weekend was lovely. I seen Sex and the City with Jenn. I thought it was good, I wasn’t to thrilled with Jennifer Hudson’s story line, I thought it was pretty cheesy and irrelevant. Saturday was a gorgeous day in Chicago and we hung out around Millennium Park and ate some ice cream. Strawberry, thank you very much! And yes, I’m aware I look like a chipmunk so shut up.

This week I will be treating myself to a haircut which is ridiculously overdue. Bangs are in. I made an appointment last week and will be sticking to it despite my hair anxiety. I just have to keep reminding myself how even more fabulous my hair will look once it is done.

I need to get some pre-Florida vacation shopping done before I leave too. Shorts? They are the devil. My thighs curse the day you were born. I hate hate hate shorts but I’m not trying to walk around in 100 degree weather wearing jeans. I guess I will have to make it up to myself by buying some Marc Jacobs sunglasses. Thighs can’t hate me if my face is in Marc Jacobs, right?

Since I know everyone was keeping track, I am on Season 6 Part One, Disc 3 of my Sex and the City bible.

Because I love her, you get an Edie picture too. I know she is all over this blog but she’s adorable and I can’t help it!

I’m alive, blog world.

I have not had internet in 3 days. I’m going through withdrawl. My Opera browser on my Blackberry crashes every time I open it so I’m about to throw it out the window since it won’t give me a fix either. I’ll be gone most of the weekend but hopefully by the time I come back Sunday, I should be back up and running. If not, I will end my cable company’s life. I can see it now…”Chicago girl goes on rampage!”

Quick updates:

- boyfriend is in Vegas
- I miss my puppy
- SATC was fabulous
- pomegranate martinis taste like candy
- Jenn is pretty cool even though it always rains whenever we hang out!

Have a good weekend! Any fun plans?

I returned some products full of FAIL to heaven AKA Sephora and since they have an awesome return policy, I now have $61.99 to spend!

So tell me, lovelies, what should I spend my new found money on? A new fragrance? Some luxurious bath products? Stuff to make my hair look even more amazing?

Suggestions and comments are definitely welcome!

I’m overwhelmed. I’m incredibly busy. I’m on season 4 of Sex and The City. I’m tired. I wish the bank, post office and travel place were open later. Less pictures, more words. I have sick babies at work. I need to lose weight. I want to throw my Blackberry out the window. I can’t wait for my vacation. I wish I knew what the fuck I’m doing. I should shut up and stop talking about losing weight and just do it. I need a new bag. I need to blog more. I want to move out. I’m going to miss William when he goes to Vegas this weekend. I want to nap. I wish their were more hours in the day. I need to find a good salon that does waxing. I want an iPhone. I wish I was done with school. I’m a sucky commenter lately. I need some sexin’. I need to do a contest and ask a friend about a guest blog. I think Eat Pray Love is over rated. I need to pay bills. I’m freezing. I should probably get that checked out. I hate having to deal with repairmen and it’s not even my house. I’m way behind on blogs. This weekend will be fantastic. I should write more. My hair is begging for a hair cut. I’m such a sissy. I need to save money. I need to win the lottery. Bangs or no bangs?

I wish I could shut my mind off for a few days.

We have the plastic turtle in my yard. For what reason, I’m not too sure, it’s there though. This turtle is just one of the many, many things that makes Edie flip her shit. The lawnmower, a leaf, the parked car, a potted plant, you existing….the list goes on

poke

nibble

All out war -

(Yes, the video is pixelated, I’m working on it. No, that hand does not belong to me, it’s my sister.)

A few months back I bought tickets for boyfriend and I to see this show. I paid an obscene amount of money for pretty craptacular seats, but it will still be cool. It’s Kanye. In Chicago. I heard the show is pretty ridiculous but hey, what else to expect from Kanye? And seriously? Pharell? I might just have to find him and like, lick his face or something because he is too freaking sexy. Oh, and that broad Rihanna will be there. Her and her big ass forehead are annoying and I’m not sure why she is on this show but whatever. She gets a pardon from me if an adorable Chris Brown shows up because her lucky ass is dating him. Not likely though.

Yeah, any Chicago people going? I’ll be the girl NOT wearing those stupid glasses that everyone will be wearing and may or may not be attached to Pharell’s face.

The past few days I have been thinking about this blog. I’m not so anonymous anymore, people I know in real life could find me and read all my thoughts, problems and of course, my extensive Tyra .gif collection. I really don’t tell many people I know about this blog, I think boyfriend sister and a friend Mark are the only ones who know about it. For all I know, people who know me may have already stumbled upon this blog but have just kept their mouth shut. I think I would l like to keep it that way too. So hey, if you know me in real life, shut up, I don’t want to know you read this! I write about some things with much more candor than I talk about in real life. If someone were to tell me they found it, I think I would censor myself more and I don’t want to do that.

I don’t really discuss sex and my relationship too much. I don’t real discuss the extent of my body image issues. I don’t really discuss working as a nanny, mainly for privacy reasons on that one though. I try not to discuss baby poop or womanly issues because I really doubt anyone would like to read that. I could though and some day I might discuss any of those…well not poop. Sorry poop lovers. For now though, I just don’t.

Anonymous bloggers don’t have this issue. No one knows who they are so they can blog whatever they feel like. I chose to show my blog to certain people in my life and put my face out there, so I guess I can’t really complain. I’m not complaining though at all. Just thinking out loud…er…on blog?

So yes, the age old question that everyone touches on at least once: To blog or not to blog?

Is anything off limits? Do you wish you were anonymous? Or anonymous, do you wish you could come out of the blogging closet?

Yesterday was suppose to be divorce day for my parents. My father was all ready to sign and be done with my mother but then she turned around and decided she wasn’t taking enough. She needed more money - a bigger cut of the house, more pension than she was already getting and now some of his deferred comp. Just when we thought everything was good, she throws a big curve ball and makes everything worse. Things were starting to settle down and we were all being cordial. Even me. I know, me talking to my mother some is a big step considering I hadn’t spoke to her since January.

Then she goes and does this. It just pisses me off.

So it seems we are back at the drawing board. I really wish this was done and over.  She doesn’t realize what she is doing to the rest of us. I’m the oldest. I feel like I should be taking care of my brother and sister. My brother is dealing horribly with all this and no one can give him the answers he wants because we don’t know what my mother is planning next. My sister is packing up and moving to Pittsburgh for school in a few weeks and she has to leave with all this still going on. I being the big sister, who feels like she is suppose to take care of everyone, can do nothing to fix this. The stress makes me feel like I’m being eaten alive.

Feeling powerless is one of the worst things ever.

As you can see, I am smiling with my eyes…or just woke up. One of the two…or maybe both?

(it’s backwards because I took it on my MacBook and I didn’t flip it. I’m gonna be late for work!)

Will and I went shopping yesterday and I kept rambling how Sex and The City was on sale for $109 at Best Buy and would compare it to how much it was in all the other stores. Right when we were about to head back home, he told me to go to Best Buy and he bought it for me!

I think I’ll keep him.