Tuesday, August 05, 2008
It was actually swaying wildly. Then I heard the sirens and washed my hands as fast as I've ever washed them in my life. I run to an office with a t.v. but before I turn it on, I see the sky's light up non stop. Continuous lightening lighting the Chicago downtown. I was afraid to touch the t.v.
The sirens rang louder and louder. Holy crap. I turned the t.v. on and heard that Wrigley Field was evacuating the people in the stands because we had a tornado hit the near north and downtown Chicago area. Then it went dead. The cable went out. Crap! I turned on a radio. Static. Well at least I'm in a hospital. If they call a code grey, I'm in the right place. I've got a two giant water coolers and a couple turkey with mayo sandwiches and fig newtons in the fridge. I don't ever remember a tornado in my life. At least not in the metro area. We've had nasty El Nino winds, but a bonafide funnel tornado, was a first. I hung out at the office until 10 to 10. It calmed down. I ventured out hating the still flashing skys. I walked to the train station. Flashing, and more flashing up there on the platform. I'm hating every second of the 8 minute wait for the train. I'm safe. I arrive at my stop and the bus is downstairs waiting for me. No rain. 10 minutes, I see the drops on the windows slowly starting. Then they got heavier and heavier. It came down like a giant wave. Water started to come into the bus immediately. It was pretty bad. I knew my umbrella and wind breaker would be futile in keeping me dry. I got off the bus 5 minutes later in the thunder, lightening and torrents and made a run for it. BANG! CRACK! BOOM! I was terrified but finally was home. In front of my sweet residential street, I saw destroyed branches of trees and flowers shredded and littering the streets and sidewalks. Soaking wet, I walked in the building's hallway leaving a foot trail. I took the shoes off at the front door. At least I had power to come home to. 20,000 weren't so lucky.
I peeled off my skirt, socks, Mephisto's and top and just draped them over the tub and put the Mephisto's near a window cracked open a tad. Hopefully, they'll not be ruined. Now even though I will never ever have grandkids, it's a story I can tell my nieces, nephews and great nephews and nieces. My adventure out in the great Chicago tornado of "08.
My only concern now, is that we don't have any mysterious monsters wash up on our shores of Lake Michigan. Eeeeewwwwwwwwww!
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Maybe this is the Chupacabra. Then again it could be the Jersey Devil. It doesn't even look like it belongs on Earth. It looks like it came from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea or the Bermuda Triangle.
I am glad I don't have a home in the Hamptons for the first time in my life. What a freaky thing!
I can't wait until they identify it's origins. I really hope it's not Earth. Anyway, here's Jeff Corwin's take on it.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
I being an art lover, don't exactly feel so bad about the head of this wax figure being ripped off in Berlin. LOL They arrested a man for doing that. Can you believe it? This should have been encased behind glass. They should have known better. Now that's a dumb ass check for the Germans.
Click on title for full story.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I knew he'd win because of the phone results having been published on two web sites. I just love him and his creativity. What he did with Billie Jean, Lionel Ritchie's Hello, Parton's Little Sparrow and Eleanor Rigby was sheer genius. YouTube these great performances by typing "David Cook Rigby" or "David Cook Billie Jean", and you'll see what I mean. He's dope.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Best Male Rock Voices IMO
Billy Corgan &
He was fantastic. He has a great voice, presence and looks. He certainly wasn't better than Kristy, Syesha, Brooke or Jason.
Who were these people voting for Kristy, Syesha and Brooke? It doesn't matter though, because he'll be the one with the big singing career while they're still are doing their lounge lizard/cruise ship performances.
I was looking forward to seeing his next performance.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
His words are proudly spoken. I love him.
"Radical Islam has seen us for what we are, a soft touch. It sees that political correctness is like a drug that we just can't stop injecting, even though we know it's going to kill us. And they're taking full advantage of that. Turning our sense of fairness against us, and making us despise ourselves for one of our best qualities. And any concession made will be seen as a sign of weakness to be exploited further, because there is no dialogue with radical Islam. It doesn't want to be agreed with. It wants to be obeyed. It thinks it has the God-given right, aptly enough, to make the rules, not just for Muslims, but for everyone."
Is my favorite part.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Now don't you all jump to conclusions, I'm not heartless. If someone said, "But
meals on wheels comes between 4 and 5:30 with my dinner", I'll bend over backwards. But stupid replies like Bingo starts at 2:30 just don't fly with me.
Why do senior citizens do selfish things like this? Because they can.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Last night I was at a charity benefit at the Ritz downtown Chicago. It was a nice gala with decent food, and music.
Of course there was the silent auctions for a number of things. But mostly it was raising money for the homeless. I never noticed how many there were living on the streets and not in shelters. Especially here in Chicago where the weather has been in the minus single digits or freezing with several inches of snowfall blanketing the city. I notice these poor unfortunates as I'd take the L home between 9 and 10, after dining with "the boyfriend", who lives behind the John Hancock building.
Well it started at 5:30 and I had to work. So I brought the shoes, hosiery and jewelry to work Thursday and the dress and pashmina on Friday. When I woke up Friday morning it had snowed at least 8 inches. It was a mess. I'd have to drag my UGLY totebag with me to the gala. To put a sweater and jeans in, to change into after the benefit for the L ride home. Anyway, Friday I get the goodies out of my locker and take them to the employee bathroom. Wash my face, and put on fresh makeup. Put on the dress, hose, giant wool socks, my old ankle high Frye boots, long wool coat and pashmina over my coat, so it doesn't wrinkle. God I looked like a dork. I put the gorgeous heels in a plastic garbage can liner with a lint brush and the sweater and jeans and stuff them all in a tote bag. Before the short cab ride to the Ritz, as I usually do, I look at the drivers id and address him by his first name, e.g.
"Tyrone I'm going to La Trattoria in Old Town", or "Mahmood to the AMC at 2600 N. Western". But today his name was James. Without thinking, I said, "James, I'm going to the Ritz". It then hit me. Just like the posh heiress in the movies, who says, "James, to the Ritz" I giggled. "To the Ritz James. The Ritz Carlton!" We get there, I pay him and run in to find a corner to be unseen while de cloaking. It was easy, no one in site. I take off the boots and socks and put them in the plastic bag. Put on the heels and start to freshen up by taking the lint off my hose and fluff up my dress. Voilà I'm done. Get to the cloak room, ditch the coat and tote. Duck into the ladies room to fix the static hair. Voilà again. I arrived without a second to spare. Dinner was served 15 minutes later. I was frazzled getting there for nothing. I was paranoid I'd slip and fall or I'd get sloshed while hailing a cab. I looked perfect and I never ever say that (being the critic I am).
But strangers told me so. (Lots of dress compliments) It's been a while since I had to dress up for an event with messy weather outside. I pulled it off so I'm da bomb. The end result was fab. The lady I sat next to was an organiser of the benefit and the numbers surpassed last years event. We were all happy for that.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
O.K. so many of you have emailed me asking where did I go on my birthday. Well for starters, many places. I started last weekend and I still haven't finished celebrating. I go with different people now and then to celebrate.
The first place was a bowling alley for a couple games with four girlfriends, then Italian to follow. I had a date a few days prior to that to Cafe Iberico, downtown Chicago for some Spanish tapas. After that I wanted to go to the Regale Beagle after I saw an ad for the place and so Sunday after noon it was straight to the Beagle.
It was o.k. it was a bar with many t.v.'s. We watched New England and San Diego kick off. Then had finger food (mini burgers for me) and then chocolate fondu for dessert. SUGAR SHOCK!!! I haven't fondued for a decade. Wow is all I can say. Heaven is chocolate banana! The actual dessert is a chocolate fondu with a plate full of pound cake, strawberries, banana slices, pineapple slices and marshmallows.
The theme of the place is 70's and 80's memorabilia. Mostly photos of the stars of the hit shows of the 70's and 80's.
Your 50 something friend gives you her copy of The Wisdom of Menopause.
Girl Scouts call you maam.
You die your hair and the grey is still showing even after you've had the crap on for an hour!
When teenagers think people your age don't have sex anymore.
When people you meet, born in your birth year look frightfully old.
When you realize that all the oldies you hear on the radio are only about 22 years old.
When you find mysterious hairs in places that never had these mysterious hairs before.
When you discover that wearing one contact lens actually works better for you.
And when you're talking about having lunch and drinks at the * Reagle Beagle (again) some get the joke and some need some 'splainin'.
I just turned 49 Monday.
I thought that would be a cool thing.
But it actually SUCKS.
* See next post
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
BIPOLAR IS THE NEW STUPID. But in her case, those who really are Bipolar, I feel sorry for you all, to have such a drip in the same category as you. May you folk, find peace in the coming months.
It's not entirely her fault though. I mean let's look at her wonderful role model parents. "DUR"
TTFN and have a nice week y'all!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Listen it's great. (And yes, if it brings the movie Kill Bill to mind, you're right. Chingon was a featured artist from the movie)