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love you like a love song.

You guys, today is the end of an era.

My work bff CJ is spending her last day as a resident in our office, and because of the terms of her leaving (working from CLE, coming back every so often to Chicago to work from there), I have pretty much decided that I can pretend she’s not moving next week.

Except she is, and it’s in six days.

CJ and I started off as acquaintances in adjacent cubicles, but we’ve morphed into the kind of friends who spend all day together and then debrief on the last eight hours over text that night.

It’s weird to really even call CJ my work friend, since after eight years and countless assorted adventures together, I think it’s safe to say that we’re just life friends.

In the spirit of CJ, who’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, I refuse to get overly sentimental, and instead, I’m sharing with you some of my best CJ memories over the past eight years:

1. When CJ showed up at SB, we were both 22. We invited her to a happy hour, and then all snickered when she actually stopped by. We couldn’t believe she would actually come to an event where she knew no one. That’s how my pal is though- she’s always up for a good time, and in a potentially awkward social situation, she’s the person you want at your side- she’ll be your friend in no time.

2. Once while sitting in our cubicles, we were chatting amongst ourselves and all of a sudden CJ interjected.

What’s Mountain time? she asked, straight faced, as we all giggled and then told her.

It’s new, don’t feel bad, our friend SK lied.

She kept a map of the timezones at her desk after that.

3. Our area was known for being the loudest on the floor for at least the first four years we were there. One day, CJ and I were discussing a woman’s right to choose (don’t ask me why, I don’t know), when I loudly added, “Well, I mean, what if I had a one night stand?” CJ’s eyes went wide and I thought I’d crossed the work friend appropriate level of conversation (I’ve now learned that doesn’t exist between us), but then I realized that no, it was just that the CEO was right behind me. We dissolved into horrifying laughter so hard that I think my abs still hurt seven years later.

4. CJ and I did a triathlon together, and spent an entire summer training our asses off. Among my favorite memories from that time: riding our bikes before the sun came up and giving each other pep talks, walking around Chicago beaches in our wetsuits, debating whether or not it was lazy to walk part of our three mile run (after our 25 mile bike ride), and answering “yes” to CJ when she asked if we were close to the finish line.

I mean, in the scheme of all our training, we were close to the finish line.

There’s nothing like meeting someone at 5am in spandex to solidify a friendship.

5. When our friend JK got married, CJ and I headed out to Montana on an adventure. She talked me out of overdosing on Xanax when I spotted the propellor plane I had to ride, and I made it through the flight without drugging myself out of my mind. We climbed mountains (without water, like idiots), discussed our love for the fresh air, and unknowingly spent the night in a motel where someone had been murdered AND there was a pet cemetery.

It happens, right?

Sometimes I wonder how we made it this far.

7. Although CJ and I worked together for eight years, we only spent a couple of years actually working on a client together. This meant an even more intense schedule together, which apexed in Boston several years ago when we decided that we should lay off the vodka red bull drinks if we were planning on making it to 30. Life hack: Pizza eaten in a parking garage tastes better.

8. This one’s not really one specific moment. The past eight years I’ve had someone who always nods when I say “we should get a drink,” is on the ready with on point advice on a myriad of topics, makes me laugh so hard that I’m crying, and is someone who I’m one hundred percent I’m never going to replace so I’m just not going to try.

When people ask me if I’m sad CJ is leaving, I immediately say yes, but I follow it up by saying I recognize how lucky it is that we got to spend eight years together- most people don’t get that opportunity and it’s the best thing that’s happened to me in my professional life.

Cleveland better appreciate that we’re about to send her one of our best.

Here’s to the next chapter CJ- I can’t wait to see what rolls your way next.

P.S. Don’t forget your bike.


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you and i, we’re the same.

Morning, chickens.

And a very merry almost-Christmas to all of you.

I have so many lovely, holiday-lit things to share with you, but first, I feel as though it’s important to address yet another heart wrenching moment in time we witnessed this weekend.

Initially, I thought to myself: don’t be a downer, but then, I thought about someone who reminded me that maybe these two people might not get the attention they deserved, and so I felt like it was important for me to carve out some space in my corner over here.

Listen, chickadees. I don’t believe that tragedy is mutually exclusive. I don’t believe that in order to respect these police officers and their families, who will not have them home at this holiday or any other because of senseless, misdirected violence, I have to sacrifice anything else I see as a tragedy.

I don’t think wanting all police officers to be as good as I believe these two officers were is hypocritical when stacked against the fact that I’m outraged a person thought he could end their lives as some kind of retribution.

Yes, this killing is tangled with politics and dissension and angry people (such angry people, you guys), but you don’t have to choose one. You can choose to be upset, sad, and outraged by things that are connected. Things that may seem on the surface to be in opposition, even.

It’s human nature.

I don’t think we should apologize for being human, chicks.

Let’s not lose sight of that in what seems like our pointed quest to be divided. We’ve got more in common than we think.

P.S. I know this is so, so much more complicated than my 250 words on the subject, but then sometimes I also think, is it?

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what it says.

I was planning, this morning, to write something funny from my collection of hilarity around the things that my husband says on a daily basis, but then other things caught my attention.

JW will always be funny, so that will keep.

Yesterday, the man who choked Eric Garner to death wasn’t indicted.

Now, when recently the man who killed Michael Brown wasn’t indicted and I was heartbroken, I took to the Internet, where I was made to believe that my feelings came down on the side of liberalism. That how I felt said something about my position. On guns, on race, on police officers.

And maybe it does.

But mostly, when you think about the fact that some kid’s family (yes, 18 is a kid. Sometimes 30 is a kid if you ask me) got a call, saying your son is dead, and he’s been shot 12 times and he’s been laying in the street for hours and he had his hands up and he robbed a store and maybe he’s a thug (I hate when people call him a thug) and a cop killed him, none of this matters at all except the part when someone tells you that your son is dead.

And so no matter what your position is, you would think universally we could all get down to that level and be a little heartbroken.

For everyone involved. Including, I think, the officer, because let’s face it, those 12 shots ended his life as he knew it too.

I don’t think my initial reaction to the fact that we don’t dig deeper into this case because someone’s son is dead says anything about my politics.

But that’s what the Internet told me.

When the news came out yesterday about Eric Garner, the Internet was less clear on how I felt in relation to what it said about me, and I was at least relieved about that because I feel heartbroken again, and I don’t want it twisted up in anything except that.

Heartbroken is enough, chickadees.

But broken hearts need to turn into investigations and truth-seeking and nods of this is not okay and action to work in a direction to make sure it doesn’t keep happening. That more people’s parents don’t get calls that could be avoided.

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

I believe that one, chickens.

That’s my position.

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signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours.

Last night was a long night chickens.

And I will shamefully admit to you that I am just listening to President Obama’s acceptance speech right now, because despite the fact that my parents were at McCormick Place with the President, I fell asleep on the couch ten minutes before he made an appearance, exhausted by a long campaign season and possibly too many  vodkas-on-the-rocks.

It was a stressful evening, for those first couple of hours.

I was glad we knew fairly early on that Mr. Obama won the re-election, because it meant my heart palpitations could stop while I paid attention to some of the other great things that were happening.

Like Elizabeth Warren winning in Massachusetts.

And Tammy Baldwin winning in Wisconsin.

And Claire McCaskill in Missouri (although honestly, how could we have thought the “legitimate rape” guy was gonna win?).

The Senate as of January will have more women senators than it ever has in history.

That’s a big deal, chickadees.

For me last night, this win was just about as important as my President having four more years stretched in front of him.

Congratulations, Mr. President. I’m so proud of you, and I cannot wait to see what strides we make in the next four years as a country.



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we have been told we cannot do this.

Hey chickens, sorry I’m a little late this morning.

I took an early run to calm my nerves and center my energy, and then I headed to my polling place.


The line was a little long, but people were friendly, the volunteers were great, and exercising my right to vote is hands down one of the most important things I ever do.

So I’m hoping you’re exercising yours today, chickadees.

It’s more important than ever. As I reflect on my vote today, I’ve been thinking about a couple of things:

In just four short years since the last election, I’ve turned into a person who has a pre-existing condition (aside from being a woman). I’m 28-years old, I didn’t do something dangerous or get hooked on drugs or get into a catastrophic accident.

My cells just started fighting themselves one random day.

I’m a runner. I’m a healthy eater. I’m a young person. I’m a good person.

I’m not a pre-existing condition, and if something happens to my job, how in God’s good name do you think it makes sense that I don’t deserve health insurance?

That’s not entitlement, that’s a human right.


I have an awesome, beautiful, baby cousin named Anthony.

Anthony has Autism.

He also has a great smile.

And brown hair.

And a sweet Halloween costume.

He’s no pre-existing condition, chickadees.

He’s a delight, actually.


As a 28-year old and not a 24-year old, I have some different perspective this time around than I did in 2008. In 2008, I wanted to vote for a President who believed in equal rights because I wanted to make sure my women, minority, and gay friends were all treated with the same respect as a white man.

And I still think that.

But one day, (God willing), I’m going to have a daughter. Or a son. And I hope that if that daughter or son happens to be born gay, I can look them in the eye and tell them they can marry the person they love one day, because honestly, my friends, can you imagine how tragic it is to not be able to say that to your child?


After last week’s terrible storm- how can you not believe in climate change?

Worse, chickens, how can you vote for someone who doesn’t either?


As a woman, I  think I deserve to be the paid as a man doing the same job. End. Period. Stop.


I’ll be watching the polls all day today, chickadees, because too many people who I love count on our President being re-elected, myself included. Thanks for sticking with me during the past few months, and I look forward to chatting tomorrow.


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Home Sweet Home

Okay, chickens, I’m back.

And while I had an a-mmmaazzzing week and a half, I must say, I’m feeling pretty home-sweet-home-y.

And, in case you’re not friends with me on Facebook, my blog readers, you might not know that JW and I became minor internet sensations while we were gone.

Because, you see, my bridal party (including me) fell in a lake.

JW thought it would be a cool picture to get us all on his dock.

So did I, for the record.

But then, disaster struck. JW said he had the utmost confidence in the dock.

Then it snapped in half and started sinking.

And the rest is history. The picture was all over the internet, and so was the video, shot by Jennie’s boyfriend Jeff (and awesome, because we have a record of what happened after the dock went down):

While JW and I were hanging out on honeymoon, local news outlets (and Inside Edition- weird, I know) called to ask if they could show the footage.

We declined doing any interviews (because we were kind of busy, you know, hanging out on Martha’s Vineyard), but we let most people use the video/picture if they asked nicely (mostly, they used it even if we said no thanks).

It was pretty fun that the ridiculous, pretty much typical near-disaster blew up the internet (it was on reddit.com, which I had never heard of before last week, and apparently it got nearly 1,000,000 views.  The youtube video is at over 100,000. Bizarre.).

What was not fun was finding out that the internet harbors some pretty crazy people with some middle school level maturity levels.

Obviously I don’t take myself seriously. I generally don’t care what anyone thinks of me.

I fell in a lake, on my wedding day, and my reaction was to laugh my ass off and have a beer.

Because really, what else can you do?

However, there were, of course, a fair share of people who made it their business to share how un-classy I was (even though the Old Milwaukee beer was obviously a “what’s in the fridge” move, not a “I would love to have this at my wedding reception” move), how mean I was to JW (although telling him to towel my legs was a joke, and also, I fell in a lake, people, I think that’s kind of mild compared to what I imagine some bride’s reactions would be), and how giant American women in general are (to which I simply say, you’re  sitting in the dark alone making comments on a website photo of someone’s wedding- get out of town).

So basically, the wedding (both before, during, and after this particular moment) was awesome. We had pretty much the best dance party on the face of the earth, delicious food, and the most fun people ever.

I wish we could do it every weekend.

The Vineyard was also awesome (but I’ll cover that later this week), and still awesome is that it’s only Saturday, I’ve hit up the farm market, and I’m ready to cook something in my kitchen (a novel idea) and celebrate my dad’s birthday tonight.

Bring on October, chickadees, I’ve got a good feeling about this month!


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Should have been born on the milky way

Good morning, chickadees.

And happy Friday.

Thank God you’ve arrived.

Now if only I could get this GD 9:30 call off of my schedule.

Last night we spent many happy hours at Theory, drinking vodka and toasting GB, whose last day is today.

Since we already celebrated/said please don’t go last night with cocktails, we’ll be celebrating/saying please don’t go this morning with squagels.

It’s the way of my office. To celebrate with both drinks and  square shaped carbs.

It’s a pretty good set up, I think.

The wake up call at 7:00 this morning actually wasn’t as bad as I had counted on, based on last night’s later.than.I.anticipated arrival home, although I did wake up to the sad news that apparently, I ate half of my lunch last night.

I was hungry, what can I say.

Other than that though, the outlook is good.

It’s sunny-ish, the weather seems to be cooperating, and I’m headed for my first Restaurant Week reservation tonight.

I love Restaurant Week. It means new places and three courses and reasonable prices.

It also means that I’ve made reservations here, here, and here, so I’ll probably be broke at the end of it.

But I’m willing to risk it.

Additionally, adding to my it’s.finally.friday.how.great mood, in the Great Upload of 90s music 2011, I seem to have found my Dawson’s Creek soundtrack.

And it’s still as awesome and dramatic as it was in 1999.

Thank God some things never change.

Have a good one, chickpeas!

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