Sexy Blog

That's Sassy tagged me with a sexy blog award! Holllerrr!

Ok so now I have to list 5 sexy things about me:

1) I used to do a really sexy velociraptor impression

2) I have these gold flats that I think are awesome and sexy, yet no one likes them

3) In middle school I had a little hair clip fetish... And how isn't that sexy? The few friends that I managed to keep since those days, still make fun of me for it

4) I could not have been sexier while I was 15 pounds overweight and in a belly dancing show at Club Med

5) Everyone thinks my bow legs are sexy. Duh.

Tagging:

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Attempts at Adventures

Its that time of year again :(

So here we are approaching May, meaning its time to find a new apartment! I dread nothing more than apartment hunting and I DETEST moving. Let's take a quick peek at the last couple years of my life in regards to moving which led me toward the hate:


May 2006: Pack my life into 2 suitcases and move down the Club Med in Florida.
*during that year I lived in maybe 2 or 3 different rooms and lived with: Treyanna, then Marie-Eve, then Joey, then Camila, then the ex and I could easily be forgetting people. Its a pretty transient place.

May 2007: Pack my Club Med life into 3 suitcases and head home to good old Illinois.
July 2007: Move into an apartment downtown with the ex. (brilliant idea)
November 2007: Move out of apartment with the ex and into a studio with one window looking at a brick wall for a sublease.
May 2008: Move into a 4 bedroom with my 3 roomies.
And thrown in an entire office move that I had to coordinate at the beginning of this year and that brings us up to speed.
So my roommate Carrie and I are currently doing the apartment hunt game which is awful. No luck yet, so if anyone knows of any good 2 bedrooms in Chicago for a 5/1 lease, let me know!

Zelazowa

So Carrie and I are expanding our horizons and trying new things. This included last night, we went to a concert at the Elbo Room to see Zelazowa. My friend Chris from Club Med has a couple friends in the band, and is helping manage them. They are from Philly and are travelling through the Midwest putting on some shows. It was really great to reminisce about the old Club Med days and also to hear the band, they're awesome.

Ha, this was halloween when we basically figured out that our life was a joke.

Articles that made me think

So I was reading a blog that lead me to another blog about "10 Articles That Changed My Life." I read all ten and they were really interesting. However, there were a couple that really stood out to me.

The first article was by Shaun Boyd titled "Irrational Entitlement: No matter where I’m working, I always feel like I’m being taken for granted, and that I deserve better." This article discusses the idea of irrational entitlement in the workforce. I definitely agree with the ideas this guy discusses. I remember when we went off the college is was basically the idea that once you graduated, you would be able to get that dream job. Or at least that's what I told myself. I guess its easier for people who knew exactly what they wanted to do with their life going into college. But for those of us who were graduating, and still weren't sure which direction to take- finding that dream job isn't that easy.

The second article was the commencement speech Steve Jobs gave at Stanford in 2005. I never knew much about Steve Jobs, and why people were so obsessed with him. After reading this speech, I have a much better idea of who he is. He definitely got the short end of the stick a few times, but look what he still managed to do with his life. I definitely have a lot more respect for him!

The last article is by Steve Pavlina titled "Don’t Die With Your Music Still In You." I really liked this article because its basically the way that I look at life. I want to see the world and do everything that I can before its too late. This is probably why I have a hard time seeing the purpose of working yourself to death at your typical, boring 9-5 job. I graduated from college and went to work at a resort in hopes of meeting new people, and getting to travel. One of the main reasons why I left the resort was because I wanted to get a "real job". Most of my friends (and most people) did the standard graduate from college, get a job, and then move to the city. So I felt left behind and definitely way more poor than most of my friends. Well here I am a year and a half later, with the inevitable feeling that I always get. The panicked feeling like there's so much to do and see out there, and I'm here...for now.

Xmas circa 2006

Two years ago I spent my Xmas in the lovely Club Med Sandpiper Village. It was the first year that I was totally away from all family for the holidays. The ONLY thing getting me through Christmas Eve was the fact that we were allowed to eat lobster tails for dinner. And I loves me some lobster. But of course, shortly after dinner I had to quickly get dressed in my "wedding dress" for the celebration! We also did a secret Santa, and I believe I got a miniature perfume set from Jack, the 94 year old yoga instructor (who only wore speedos). I somehow managed to lose this nice gift that same night, but it was much appreciated. In the picture above, Jessie is awkwardly posing with her hot chocolate gift that she got. She opened her gift, and thought it was maybe the greatest gift anyone has ever received. And God is dancing with the "Choke the chicken" (get it?) that thing was actually pretty funny. Ahh the memories... I will say that nothing beats family at Christmas! And this year I get to spend some quality time with half of the extended family which is going to be awesome!

At the time this was totally normal...

The Halloween dressing up festivities remind me of the good old Club Med days. Now for those of you who don't know- right after college I went to work for Club Med in the exotic Port St. Lucie, Florida. I'll spare you the details of what exactly Club Med is, but basically its an all inclusive resort where the employees "wear many different hats" if you will. My main job was working at reception, I later moved to be the logistics manager. So basically you do your 6-8ish hours a day at your "main job". The evenings are set aside for you to work some more! Many people will be in the shows that play each night. I managed to avoid the shows for a few months until that little kitty of a choreography lured me into the shows (story for another day). There were also mandatory "greetings" where we had to stand outside of the shows in our evening dress code saying "cou cou" to every single guest. My anxiety is rising just thinking about it.

LONG story short we sometimes had "special celebration" nights. This was usually around a holiday or if a lot of French were in town. What this consisted of was a champagne toast and 8 girls standing on a podium in old Italian wedding dresses. Whats that? Why? I have NO idea. I was picked (and by picked- I mean forced) to do the wedding dress thing because apparently I was small enough to fit into the dresses. I guess that was sort of a compliment at the time. So after dinner I would run over to this dressing room to grab the "least ugly" dress. And yes, I had to fight for the dress every week. And yes after doing it long enough, I felt entitled.

Next we had to do our makeup! This was supervised by Martina, the French golf store manager. Martina figured out that I spoke French and would then ONLY speak to me in French. Martina would enforce that we have our hair in a low bun using maybe 3000 bobby pins and hairspray. Bright red lipstick that we all shared was also mandatory. And god forbid we forget the GLITTER! I kid you not, we had glitter powdered all over our body.

Once the transformation was complete, we trekked over to the main outdoor stage area and got on our platform. We then stood there smiling for an entire 40 minutes. Fireworks would go off directly behind us and since we weren't allowed to freak out, we could merely cross our fingers that our shellacked hair wouldn't catch on fire.

Its funny how I remember the very first time I did it. The other girls had done it before and it was TOTALLY normal to them. I actually laughed at myself the entire time. All I could think was "Really??" Of course, by the time the next week rolled around I was a champ and it was totally normal for me.

I obviously didn't win the "least ugly" dress race in this picture!

Ohhh Halloween...

Alright so its a terrible picture but this is piece #1 of my Halloween costume. It arrived today and I am very excited! Its an elegant black faux fur jacket from an equally exquisite website. I am going to keep my really creative costume a secret, but I'll let you know as I find pieces to add to it. I am going to do some major hunting this weekend.

I ONLY like Halloween when I have a costume planned. Usually what happens is that I wait until the last minute, and get totally stressed out. You can't just decide not to wear a costume, but then if you have to wear one, it needs to be somewhat cute. Its a battle every year.

I also don't enjoy when people wear masks. I'm pretty much scared of all things clownish/mascots/masks etc. so this isn't my favorite holiday of all time.

Last year I was a sailor girl...

(I'm going to go out on a limb and say this wasn't the best picture we've ever taken... Well K2 looks good but Carrie will kill me for putting this up.)

And this was my first costume of the night while at Club Med 2 Halloweens ago:

(I was some kind of 80's thing...and that's Ed-he was actually the security guard)

And...let's not talk about what I had to dress as for the end of the night:

I was SO mad. I couldn't get that shit out of my hair for days.

Yarrrrrrrr

So... Remember that time that i dressed as a pirate every tuesday for a year? Yeah, i know... i try not to remember as well. That was when i gave up any ounce of dignity that i had. I totally remember the day like it was last week.

Let me set the general scene. First came Monday night where we had "pirate set up" which I actually hated more than wearing an eye patch. I do not enjoy manual labor. Thank god I was usually drunk because mondays were vegas night and I was in the show (story for another day).
Then it was mandatory that we go to the pirate show and act like a pirate with the "yaaarrr" and all that. I was usually plotting how I could have Tom see me, then run away and hide somewhere.

I always think its hilarious that people like pirates so much. Its weird? I mean you like them enough to make a "national" day out of it. I enjoy Pirate Booty...thats about it. And believe it or not, the way that we dressed up was not "pirate" enough. No no, we were "hollywood pirates". Whatever that means. Excuse me, if you are going to make me wear a pirate costume every Tuesday, I WILL try and at least look half cute in doing so.

Oh and I forgot to mention that we then had the mandatory pirate break down? Yeah thats right, I would go straight for the baskets and bottles and shit so that I would have to carry anything heavy.

Ahhhhh the memories. Gotta love it... Yar.