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thwarted evenings and ball games.

Thursday, chickens.

Not bad.

It’s moving right along.

Yesterday was one of those days that I thought was going to end with an early-ish yoga class and some deep breathing, but actually ended at 8:00pm with an ill-advised (but tasty and in good company) fast food dinner and el ride home in the rain.

You can’t win them all, chickadees.

I definitely did not win yesterday.

Luckily, today’s a new day, and I have plans to get out of the office on time, get ready for my weekend meetings, and eat something that doesn’t come with a side of fries.

I set the bar low hoping I can maybe just soar right over it.

In other news, last night was a great one for Boston fans, although I admit that despite being extremely happy to see the Red Sox take it, JW and I might have had to turn off the television  post-game after lamenting that our Cubs will seemingly never celebrate a similar scene.

Maybe we shouldn’t raise our son to be a Cubs’ fan, JW mentioned.

We threw that one out right away.

It’s good to grow up with a little adversity to overcome.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it, chicks.

 

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ready for what’s ahead.

Morning, chickadees!

After a long, relaxing weekend in MI, it’s back to the hustle and bustle of the city.

Also, April has decided to show its face, and although I am brutally aware of the fact that it is only 22 degrees out today, I have the utmost confidence that this is the month in which it will decide to be spring.

You guys are with me, right?

sugarloaf

In other news, this weekend I decided to start my giving campaign to Cory Booker’s Senate race, because I think he’s a guy who’s doing great things, and also, I’m maybe a tiny bit obsessed with him.

Maybe a little more than a tiny bit.

In any case, after donating, I threw a tweet in his direction, and two minutes later, my phone beeped with a notification.

corybooker

 

How’s that for a beautiful end to an Easter weekend?

Other than that little one word gem (that I will treasure until the end of time, or at least until Cory and I become best friends in real life, which will probably be soon), I’m ready for one big week in front of me, opening day of baseball (I’m giving myself at least one whole month before I fall into a Cubs’ despair), and the promise of above freezing.

We’re pretty sure we’re gonna get there at some point, right chickens?

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it today!

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hey chicago, what do you say?

Ok, so we didn’t win last night.

No big surprises on that front, although at least I got to watch the Cubs score, right?

Right.

Last night we spent the early evening drinking endless cans of 312 among Loyola alumni and chatting up a storm before finally deciding to head to the game.

We were basically the last ones left on the patio.

I think the deal is over, Ky noted, as we all turned to watch two girls hauling away a cooler of beer.

It was time to get to the field.

Where we switched to Old Style beers and still chatting, but also keeping one eye on the game.

And maybe, if you’re me, launching yourself to your feet and screaming expletives every time your team does something you wish they wouldn’t.

Which is a lot of launching, when you’re a Cubs’ fan.

In the end though, I admit, a trip to Wrigley in the summer is a beautiful thing, no matter who wins.

Although it’s better if it’s not the other team, I suppose.


Also fun no matter with is the chance to spend some time with my pals, even if it means laughing about nothing and taking blurry phone pictures of ourselves like teenagers.


I would like to point out to you, readers, that last night we thought this was the best picture we’d ever taken.

I’m not ready to comment on what that means.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it, chickens!

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crackerjack.

Morning, chickens.

And welcome to opening day, one of the best days of the year in sports.

Especially when you live less than a mile down the street from this:

While I accept that this might be yet another “rebuilding” year (i.e. I will pay good money to drink bad beer and watch my beloved team bite it), opening day is still an exciting and hopeful day in the life of a baseball team.

Everyone’s got a shot on opening day, chickadees.

Plus it means the party’s about to start in my neighborhood and last until September.

I’ll be sick of this by June, but for the moment, I’m ready to get to it.

Go Cubs!

Also up today, I’ve got some cross training on my plate. This week got thrown off a little bit by my sojourn to the suburbs and then the weekend trip I’m taking to Michigan, so I’ve got to get at least another two workouts in before I hop in the car and speed off to the country for the weekend.

I’m not looking forward to going back to an indoor workout this evening, but I see no other way.

Stairmaster, I’m coming for you.

You’ll probably take me down.

I’m cool with that.

It’s all in the name of progress.

And with that, I’m headed into work early to continue with the week’s catch up. Enjoy the sunshine, chickens!

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Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks.

Okay, it’s freezing outside.

And it’s supposed to rain later on today.

But it’s also Opening Day.

Which means that for one brief moment in time, my dreams of the Cubs finally winning a World Series aren’t dashed.

Check in with me later today for an update.

It’s also April Fools’ Day though, so maybe check in with me after tomorrow’s game.


A girl can be hopeful, can’t she?

The Cubs in town also means that people are already lining up at the bars in Wrigleyville, and that I’m apt to run into a few die hard fans (or a few thousand) while traipsing through my neighborhood this weekend.

It’s nice to be surrounded by people with a common goal, I guess.

Last night, JD and I took a jog around the neighborhood, free of the fear of being knocked over by drunk fans or stepping in not quite empty nacho containers for the last time.

After that, it’s a run-at-your-own-risk situation.

I’ll try not to complain that much, as running by Wrigley probably isn’t something to sneer at.

Other things going on this weekend: heading out for sushi with J & V tonight (and hopefully not beating back the crowds- my guess is they’ll be headed out for bar food, not sushi), crossing my fingers and wishing Uconn to a Final Four victory this weekend, and blessedly, doing absolutely nothing that involves a duck, with or without its head.

I need a break from poultry.

And with that, chickadees, I’m off to push through this Friday.

 

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Take me out…to Goose Island?

Last night was an alumni event for Loyola, and included both an open bar at Goose Island, and tickets to the Cubs’ game.

How could you say no to that?

Ky didn’t even go to Loyola and she knows you don’t pass up that opportunity.

KT, JD, Ky, and myself all congregated on the patio of the bar, beers in hand, by 5:30. It had been a couple weeks since the four of us had all been in one place, so we chatted, laughed obnoxiously, and ate plates of chicken fingers and tortilla chips.

And had some more beer.

At one point, we noticed the crowd was thinning out. We got another beer. Unfortunately, they were out of 312, so it was Honker’s Ale for us.

We then realized the game was in the third inning. We were the only ones left on the patio.

Finding ourselves in the same position as we had been last year at this event, we attempted to chug the Honker’s (if you’re familiar, this is not really a “chugging” beer) and headed out through the parking lot to the game.

Where we found our seats and had another beer.

The game itself was also fun, due to being in the company of my fellow Ramblers, and the fact that the Cubs actually pulled it out and won the game.

I could barely remember the words to “Go Cubs Go,” since it had been so long.

Good thing they put the words up on the big screen.

I don’t know what I’m doing in that picture with my hand. Or my squinty eye, really.

My apologies.

Anyway, although the evening was a lot of fun, and I got myself home at a decent hour, the combination of beer and fried food did a number on my night of sleep, so when 5:10 came this morning and it was time to rise for my workout, I was certain it wasn’t going to happen.

Sorry, training plan, but you’ll have to wait until after work.

So up tonight is a bike/run combination, and hopefully by then, I’ve coerced my body back into training mode.

No more fried food, I promise.

At least not until the weekend. After that, all bets are off.

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Middle of The Road

That’s the kind of day I’m assuming it’s going to be, what with the hump day and all.

Chicago is still unreasonably warm for this time of year, which I’m trying to take in stride.

Just keep thinking about when it was 20 degrees and the wind was literally pushing you back where you came from.

It’s all about comparative thinking.

Also, the Cubs = 3 game winning streak. Once again, I mention this only in passing, as I know they’re always about to crush my hopes and dreams.

This week has been (thus far) quick moving, which is great, because it’s all inching me toward a nice.long.weekend. In the meantime, I’ve been watching season finales, working out, and trying to use all the produce hiding out in my crisper.

Hi, my name is Nikki and I can’t resist a 2 for 1 deal at the Farmer’s Market.

This kind of deal sounds great in theory, but has left me with tons of spring onions and spinach that I have no plan for.

Also, this is not baby spinach, triple washed from Whole Foods, ready to be thrown into a hot pan with some olive oil.

This spinach is instead as sandy as a toddler at the beach, with giant leaves and stems that need to be cut back before you can even think about cooking them.

I have more than this, but you get the idea.

I’m thinking about investing in a machete.

It is delicious though, so I guess I should just shut my trap and embrace the 30 minute process of washing, rewashing, cutting up, and rinsing one more time for good measure.

And if that doesn’t work, I’ll get JW to do it.

There’s a solution to every problem my friends.

Have a good day chicks!

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