Here's something I really have trouble understanding. Why are men perpetually unable to sweep a woman off her feet? The other day, the Titan -- my "ex" (and I use that term loosely) -- was telling me that he thought he'd treated me well when we were dating. His proof? That he was always calling, I always knew where he was, he wasn't out playing around, and he opened doors for me. I don't want to completely discredit him, those are all fantastic things. In fact, given my past history of ex's, they were awesome (see: the Ninja. Boyfriend circa 2002. Completely unable to place a phone call). But, neither of these things qualify as sweeping me off my feet. Frankly, I was surprised at his surprise. I'd always assumed that he didn't make efforts to wow me, because he was so used to women chasing him. (Point of reference, he spent his teens and twenties as a basketball star. Those guys? Women chase them; they don't have to put forth much effort). And friends, before you say it, I KNOW he could have been just saying that -- but in the context of the conversation, there was no need for him to lie. And, although he was a blockhead when we were dating, he wasn't one to out and out lie. He was more of an omission kind of guy. In other words, whatever he said, he was pretty straight about it.
That said, he cannot be the only guy that (allegedly) doesn't know how to sweep a woman off her feet. So, I have taken it upon myself to help the men out. So boys, listen up! This is very simple: in order to sweep a woman off her feet, and make her fall all over herself for you, you need to do one simple thing. Ready? Here we go: do things to show her you're thinking of her. Allow me to give a few examples.
When you're walking past a farmer's market, buy one of the $5 flower bouquets, and give it to her. LISTEN when she's talking. She's bound to mention something she likes. Remember what that like is -- write it down if you have to! Then, do something with that information. If she mentions a restaurant she's always wanted to try, take her. If she is constantly complaining about tired or sore feet (because she makes a habit of wearing badass stilettos), give her foot rubs...without expecting one in return! If she seems stressed at work, give her a nice neck massage, or her favorite bottle of wine, or a tasty cupcake. Does she hate HATE HATE doing dishes and cleaning the floor? Pull on those rubber gloves, baby. Nothing is sexier than a man who knows how to work a scrub brush. (But don't do it half-assed. Then she'll just have to go behind you and redo it. Which will only serve to tick her off. And that? Is the opposite of wooing). When it's girls' night out? Drive her to the club!! Notice how not all of these involve spending money. Yes, some of them do. But it's rarely about the amount of money you're spending. It's about the thought and the effort you put in. It's showing her that you thought about her -- and then subsequently did something about it. See how not difficult this is?
Now, if you find any of this too hard, or the girl you're with isn't worth that effort...well, maybe she's not the girl for you. But seriously, no guy really has an excuse not to be any woman's Prince Charming. Let's start putting as much effort into wooing your girlfriend as you do picking your brackets for March Madness, shall we?
Dang. To bad I'm not a lesbian. I'd really be a pimp. I'd have chicks doing all kinds of ish for me. One cleaning, one cooking, and one to run my errands. ;)
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
That's sexual harassment, and I DON'T have to take it!
So, I'm walking down State Street, minding my own business, contemplating spending money I don't have on things I don't need -- especially after purchasing 2 rather awesome purple chairs with a gangster 15% discount that I got after talking to a woman who turned out to be a Delta and...ahem. I digress....
Anyway. I'm walking along and I know that it's that time of year where the boys are out and ready to get some action (of the female variety). Let me pause here by saying that I am not, (in this case), trying to be arrogant. I'm not saying that I'm the hottest thing since sliced bread. Especially today when I'm wearing a bra so heavily padded that I resemble one of those girls that appears as though she may fall flat on her face due to the sheer top heaviness of her figure. Unhappily, my butt is sticking out in such a way that it looks like I'm overcompensating; in hopes that I'll create some sort of gravity balance by twisting my body into the shape of a duck. My point is, that I don't think I look extra dextra hot today. Instead, the boys are just, well, horny.
I've lived here long enough to know the drill. They speak, you speak back without making eye contact and keep it moving. This strategy works well on marketers, those Save the Children people with clipboards, and skeezy guys that are raising their odds of success by hitting on as many women as possible. Today, it worked on the first guy that said hello. The second guy, however, not so much.
I didn't get a good look at the second guy (remember the rule for avoiding eye contact), but out of the corner of my eye I could see CarHart colored cargo pants that were 4 sizes too big, a black t-shirt, and a cap. But, what I heard was this "Hey L'il Mama. -- pause for reaction --". When I didn't respond because I was fairly certain he was the kind of dummy that wouldn't go away, I heard this:
"Hey L'il Mama. Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama...." This entire time, I'm walking rather briskly, in attempts to shake this guy. Sadly, being 5'2" makes it rather easy to match my pace. So, he finally decides to go all in: "Hey L'il Mama...can I get a hug?" With his arms held out, and more or less blocking my path on one side. To borrow a basketball term -- I was boxed in. Sadly for him, I've dated a lot of basketball players in my day. I stepped left, faded right, and spun my way out of his intended embrace. (Honestly, that may not have been the best idea for me. It would have been the most action I've gotten in over a month!) Anyway...
REALLY!?!? REALLY?!!?! I mean, did he think I was all of a sudden going to change my mind? What chapter is this in the playa's handbook?
So, what we've learned is, no more going over to State Street without an escort. I may have to get back together with my ex just so he can meet me at the CVS, escort me to wherever I need to go, and then drop me back off at the CVS. Geez!!!
Anyway. I'm walking along and I know that it's that time of year where the boys are out and ready to get some action (of the female variety). Let me pause here by saying that I am not, (in this case), trying to be arrogant. I'm not saying that I'm the hottest thing since sliced bread. Especially today when I'm wearing a bra so heavily padded that I resemble one of those girls that appears as though she may fall flat on her face due to the sheer top heaviness of her figure. Unhappily, my butt is sticking out in such a way that it looks like I'm overcompensating; in hopes that I'll create some sort of gravity balance by twisting my body into the shape of a duck. My point is, that I don't think I look extra dextra hot today. Instead, the boys are just, well, horny.
I've lived here long enough to know the drill. They speak, you speak back without making eye contact and keep it moving. This strategy works well on marketers, those Save the Children people with clipboards, and skeezy guys that are raising their odds of success by hitting on as many women as possible. Today, it worked on the first guy that said hello. The second guy, however, not so much.
I didn't get a good look at the second guy (remember the rule for avoiding eye contact), but out of the corner of my eye I could see CarHart colored cargo pants that were 4 sizes too big, a black t-shirt, and a cap. But, what I heard was this "Hey L'il Mama. -- pause for reaction --". When I didn't respond because I was fairly certain he was the kind of dummy that wouldn't go away, I heard this:
"Hey L'il Mama. Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama.Hey L'il Mama...." This entire time, I'm walking rather briskly, in attempts to shake this guy. Sadly, being 5'2" makes it rather easy to match my pace. So, he finally decides to go all in: "Hey L'il Mama...can I get a hug?" With his arms held out, and more or less blocking my path on one side. To borrow a basketball term -- I was boxed in. Sadly for him, I've dated a lot of basketball players in my day. I stepped left, faded right, and spun my way out of his intended embrace. (Honestly, that may not have been the best idea for me. It would have been the most action I've gotten in over a month!) Anyway...
REALLY!?!? REALLY?!!?! I mean, did he think I was all of a sudden going to change my mind? What chapter is this in the playa's handbook?
So, what we've learned is, no more going over to State Street without an escort. I may have to get back together with my ex just so he can meet me at the CVS, escort me to wherever I need to go, and then drop me back off at the CVS. Geez!!!
Success is...
I don't know what I weigh right now. But, for the very first time, in recent memory, I actually like my body. I look in the mirror, and I am stunned at what I see. I don't necessarily have a flat stomach. And my thighs are a permanent fixture, apparently. (Literally, in 9 months they have remained the same size, despite any changes I've made elsewhere). My feet are still a mess. And today, my hair was straw. But, when I look in the mirror, my first thought is: damn girl -- you are fiiiiiine!!
I've always wondered what it was like to feel sexy and hot. Sure, there are times when I've dressed well and I know I look good. But being able to dress for your body type to use the tricks and illusions of fashion to create the figure you want isn't quite the same as having the figure you want. Now that I've got it, it's worth all the work to keep it. I can finally relate to the Titan's meatheadedness. Despite turning his body into that of a Greek statue, he keeps going to the gym 8 days a week; just for maintenance.
The truth is, you aren't ever really done. I'll spare you the "it's a lifestyle change" sentiment. Frankly, I think we all know I'm too shallow for that. It's constantly chasing that high from loving what you look like. Friends, it's not that there's no such thing as too skinny (because there definitely is...particularly if you are a woman of color). What it really is, is holding on and being able to repeat that moment when you walk by a mirror and you are stunned every single day. It's a great feeling. I encourage you to give it a shot!
So, how do you come to love your body? You are asking the wrong gal. I spent all of my high school years hating everything but my fingernails. Ditto for undergrad. I spent the better part of my teens and twenties confounding my boyfriends about what body part I hated that week, what diet I was on, and my worrisome experiments with Xenadrine, skipping meals, two-a-days at the gym and counting calories. You know what we learned? That's not healthy. By law school, I discovered the joys of ordering in, and all bets were off! Hello pizza! Hello chicken tenders and fries! Turns out...also not healthy. Goodbye size 3 and 5 jeans. Hello misses sizes...wait...what?
Thus began my very first trip to Weight Watchers. I went despite my fear, and despite my concern that the ladies of BBW club would push me out of the meeting, chasing me with pitchforks at my audacity to arrive at a mere 134#. But hear me out! First, I am only 5'2". Second, I had no idea what a balanced meal was. Double W could teach me! And third, I just have a really really low threshold, because my self-image was so screwed up. So no, I didn't have 50 lbs to lose -- but did that make my 10% any less hard earned than yours?! Yes? Ok then. Bite me. I still paid my $13.95 and the meeting leader didn't discriminate. So, with the assistance of Double W, I got myself down to high school weight. But back up. Remember when I said I spent most of high school loathing my self-image?
Fast forward a few years. (5, to be exact). I have a crisis or two of epic proportions, and found myself in nearly the same place. For five months, I tried it on my own. But sometimes, you need to know when to ask for help. I went back to what works, aka Double W. For the next 4 months, I hit it full force -- I was on a Mission, and I was NOT going to fail. Turning 30 was traumatic enough. The least I could do was mitigate that inevitable horror by looking my best. After Vegas, it was time to fly on my own. I spent the next few weeks testing the waters, keeping my membership as a backup plan; but making meal and workout choices without my crutch there.
Today, I don't know where I am in terms of the actual number on the scale. And, back in the late 90s, they weren't subjecting teenage girls to calipers and other torture devices to measure body fat. (Thank the Lord for small favors). But I'll tell you one thing, I carried my new (and kick ass) bar stool up 3 flights of stairs all by myself...76 lbs and in a big ol' box. That? Is triumph. It was the next day that I caught myself in the mirror. So maybe, that's truly the key. I was never chasing skinny -- I was chasing strong. Watch out world...I'm strong and unstoppable! (heh. 5'2" and lifting 76 lbs. Just call me Mrs. The Rock).
I've always wondered what it was like to feel sexy and hot. Sure, there are times when I've dressed well and I know I look good. But being able to dress for your body type to use the tricks and illusions of fashion to create the figure you want isn't quite the same as having the figure you want. Now that I've got it, it's worth all the work to keep it. I can finally relate to the Titan's meatheadedness. Despite turning his body into that of a Greek statue, he keeps going to the gym 8 days a week; just for maintenance.
The truth is, you aren't ever really done. I'll spare you the "it's a lifestyle change" sentiment. Frankly, I think we all know I'm too shallow for that. It's constantly chasing that high from loving what you look like. Friends, it's not that there's no such thing as too skinny (because there definitely is...particularly if you are a woman of color). What it really is, is holding on and being able to repeat that moment when you walk by a mirror and you are stunned every single day. It's a great feeling. I encourage you to give it a shot!
So, how do you come to love your body? You are asking the wrong gal. I spent all of my high school years hating everything but my fingernails. Ditto for undergrad. I spent the better part of my teens and twenties confounding my boyfriends about what body part I hated that week, what diet I was on, and my worrisome experiments with Xenadrine, skipping meals, two-a-days at the gym and counting calories. You know what we learned? That's not healthy. By law school, I discovered the joys of ordering in, and all bets were off! Hello pizza! Hello chicken tenders and fries! Turns out...also not healthy. Goodbye size 3 and 5 jeans. Hello misses sizes...wait...what?
Thus began my very first trip to Weight Watchers. I went despite my fear, and despite my concern that the ladies of BBW club would push me out of the meeting, chasing me with pitchforks at my audacity to arrive at a mere 134#. But hear me out! First, I am only 5'2". Second, I had no idea what a balanced meal was. Double W could teach me! And third, I just have a really really low threshold, because my self-image was so screwed up. So no, I didn't have 50 lbs to lose -- but did that make my 10% any less hard earned than yours?! Yes? Ok then. Bite me. I still paid my $13.95 and the meeting leader didn't discriminate. So, with the assistance of Double W, I got myself down to high school weight. But back up. Remember when I said I spent most of high school loathing my self-image?
Fast forward a few years. (5, to be exact). I have a crisis or two of epic proportions, and found myself in nearly the same place. For five months, I tried it on my own. But sometimes, you need to know when to ask for help. I went back to what works, aka Double W. For the next 4 months, I hit it full force -- I was on a Mission, and I was NOT going to fail. Turning 30 was traumatic enough. The least I could do was mitigate that inevitable horror by looking my best. After Vegas, it was time to fly on my own. I spent the next few weeks testing the waters, keeping my membership as a backup plan; but making meal and workout choices without my crutch there.
Today, I don't know where I am in terms of the actual number on the scale. And, back in the late 90s, they weren't subjecting teenage girls to calipers and other torture devices to measure body fat. (Thank the Lord for small favors). But I'll tell you one thing, I carried my new (and kick ass) bar stool up 3 flights of stairs all by myself...76 lbs and in a big ol' box. That? Is triumph. It was the next day that I caught myself in the mirror. So maybe, that's truly the key. I was never chasing skinny -- I was chasing strong. Watch out world...I'm strong and unstoppable! (heh. 5'2" and lifting 76 lbs. Just call me Mrs. The Rock).
Thursday, September 23, 2010
On Being an Adult
Well, pheebee has been an adult for 4 years now. There are a lot of things are pretty freakin' sweet. There are other things that suck. But all in all, it's a nice ride. So now, it's time to take it to the next level. Allow me to give the highlights of what you need to do to take it to the next level:
For the girls:
1. Keep your comments to yourself. Yes, you would feel better if you could tell that girl with her baby sister's clothes on that she looks like a 50 cent hooker, but in the end, it really isn't good for anyone.
2. Only show one sexy area of the body at a time. Dang girl, leave SOMETHING to the imagination.
3. Purchase a kick ass tv. Real adults have at least 32".
And, for the boys:
1. Pull up yer effen pants. SERIOUSLY. No one wants to see your azz in those plaid boxers when you're walking down the street.
2. Learn to court a woman. For real. Being hot isn't gonna cut it. Ok, it's gonna cut it for a while, but after a couple months buy some freakin' flowers!
3. Get a real bed. A futon does not qualify. And while I'm on the subject, any furniture that's left over from your dorm room should be thrown out immediately. Really, that's got to be a breeding ground for all kinds of cooties. Get some real furniture!
Ok, thus ends pheebees guide to adult life...for now.
For the girls:
1. Keep your comments to yourself. Yes, you would feel better if you could tell that girl with her baby sister's clothes on that she looks like a 50 cent hooker, but in the end, it really isn't good for anyone.
2. Only show one sexy area of the body at a time. Dang girl, leave SOMETHING to the imagination.
3. Purchase a kick ass tv. Real adults have at least 32".
And, for the boys:
1. Pull up yer effen pants. SERIOUSLY. No one wants to see your azz in those plaid boxers when you're walking down the street.
2. Learn to court a woman. For real. Being hot isn't gonna cut it. Ok, it's gonna cut it for a while, but after a couple months buy some freakin' flowers!
3. Get a real bed. A futon does not qualify. And while I'm on the subject, any furniture that's left over from your dorm room should be thrown out immediately. Really, that's got to be a breeding ground for all kinds of cooties. Get some real furniture!
Ok, thus ends pheebees guide to adult life...for now.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Manifesto continues!
Well, slowly but surely, I'm raising the level of awesome in my life. Since my last post, I've been going to the gym more consistently. Yay for that! I've also been cleaning more consistently. Speaking of which, can I just wax poetic for a moment about the Swiffer WetJet? Whoever invented that should be given a medal of honor. That sucker keeps my otherwise icky floors clean as a whistle. It is fantastic because it's just as clean with a lot less effort than a real mop and bucket situation! It does so well that I just gave away my old mop. I definitely feel like those hilarious Swiffer commercials! Another ease of use product that has made life better? The Fresh Shower spray. You know the type? Where you spray your shower down after you get out and it helps you clean? LOVE IT. And this time, it actually does a better job than the soap and sponge method. My shower really holds on to overall grime (not specific dirt, but just the kind that hangs around when a shower is old...). Even after soaking the tub in bleach I just couldn't get rid of the water stains. Now? After letting the fresh shower do its thing, I am actually starting to see a difference. Nice!
Ahem, back to the manifesto. The level of awesome is moving slowly but surely. I'm only on week 3 of working out with the trainer as of tomorrow, but last week I did hit the gym 5 days. My workouts aren't as intense as before, but frankly "less intense than before" is a helluva lot more intense than not at all. Today, I suffered a little bit of a setback of the sore throat variety, but we're only on the 2nd day of the week. Hopefully, I've fought this cold hard enough that I will be able to go everyday the rest of this week. Hooray!
So, my next milestone? Halloween. I've decided to retire the Snow White costume, and replace it with something equally cute and scandalous. In order to do that, I'm going to have to get my act together in roughly 6 weeks. On the weight watchers schedule, that could be anywhere from 6-12 lbs between now and then. So, we'll see how that goes...Let the costume shopping begin. Because I? I am an "after" picture waiting to happen. ;)
Ahem, back to the manifesto. The level of awesome is moving slowly but surely. I'm only on week 3 of working out with the trainer as of tomorrow, but last week I did hit the gym 5 days. My workouts aren't as intense as before, but frankly "less intense than before" is a helluva lot more intense than not at all. Today, I suffered a little bit of a setback of the sore throat variety, but we're only on the 2nd day of the week. Hopefully, I've fought this cold hard enough that I will be able to go everyday the rest of this week. Hooray!
So, my next milestone? Halloween. I've decided to retire the Snow White costume, and replace it with something equally cute and scandalous. In order to do that, I'm going to have to get my act together in roughly 6 weeks. On the weight watchers schedule, that could be anywhere from 6-12 lbs between now and then. So, we'll see how that goes...Let the costume shopping begin. Because I? I am an "after" picture waiting to happen. ;)
Friday, July 30, 2010
A Disciplined Manifesto!
A Manifesto
The stresses of the past 3 months have taken a toll on my physical well-being. Which has resulted in a negative impact on my mental well-being. So, as of today, pheebee is making a manifesto!
It all started with the breakup. That led to the standard cycle of skip the gym, eat comfort food, watch tv, start all over. It’s a cycle familiar to women everywhere. Oddly enough, right before the cycle started, I had a loss of appetite. The failure to eat probably led to the lethargy, which is why I started skipping the gym in the first place. I was abruptly pulled out of my breakup blues by the mortgage crisis. When my funding didn’t go through (due to the direct negligence of my mortgage broker), I jumped into survival mode. Which meant, skip the gym, eat sporadically, and panic. Also not the best choice for a healthy lifestyle. Finally, packing and moving, and unpacking, and being homeless led to choices of convenience. I was staying at someone else’s house, therefore it was inconvenient to go to the gym. Then, I was eating mostly on the run, so I didn’t make the healthy choices, I made the tastiest choices. Now, I’m living in the new place, and *sigh* the gym is just so darned far away.
So now, here we are. Chubbier than we used to be – and likely carrying around all the weight previously lost while on weight watchers all that time ago. Enough, is enough. (Although admittedly, I kind of enjoy the weight gain in the booby region. I finally have enough for an ohh la la moment! Yay me!)
Breaking up, funding a mortgage, and moving has disrupted my discipline. (Which, has not only affected my body, but also the cleanliness of the new place). And while I fully acknowledge that for most people, I’m not remotely chubby (wouldn’t even register on the radar. No one hears you when you’re still a size 4). And my house probably isn’t that messy (I was just raised by a neat freak). I’ve decided to rein this in before things get too out of hand. Now is the time to do something about it.
Ahem, insert manifest here!
I will return to the gym, with a vengeance. Even if it means robbing a bank to pay for a personal trainer.
I will return to Weight Watchers. If they did it once, they can do it again.
I will be more disciplined about how I spend my time. My house is unpacked enough that I can begin a regular cleaning schedule. Even if it means cleaning boxes.
I will set strategic goals and benchmarks of achievement, so that I don’t lose sight of what I want.
The stresses of the past 3 months have taken a toll on my physical well-being. Which has resulted in a negative impact on my mental well-being. So, as of today, pheebee is making a manifesto!
It all started with the breakup. That led to the standard cycle of skip the gym, eat comfort food, watch tv, start all over. It’s a cycle familiar to women everywhere. Oddly enough, right before the cycle started, I had a loss of appetite. The failure to eat probably led to the lethargy, which is why I started skipping the gym in the first place. I was abruptly pulled out of my breakup blues by the mortgage crisis. When my funding didn’t go through (due to the direct negligence of my mortgage broker), I jumped into survival mode. Which meant, skip the gym, eat sporadically, and panic. Also not the best choice for a healthy lifestyle. Finally, packing and moving, and unpacking, and being homeless led to choices of convenience. I was staying at someone else’s house, therefore it was inconvenient to go to the gym. Then, I was eating mostly on the run, so I didn’t make the healthy choices, I made the tastiest choices. Now, I’m living in the new place, and *sigh* the gym is just so darned far away.
So now, here we are. Chubbier than we used to be – and likely carrying around all the weight previously lost while on weight watchers all that time ago. Enough, is enough. (Although admittedly, I kind of enjoy the weight gain in the booby region. I finally have enough for an ohh la la moment! Yay me!)
Breaking up, funding a mortgage, and moving has disrupted my discipline. (Which, has not only affected my body, but also the cleanliness of the new place). And while I fully acknowledge that for most people, I’m not remotely chubby (wouldn’t even register on the radar. No one hears you when you’re still a size 4). And my house probably isn’t that messy (I was just raised by a neat freak). I’ve decided to rein this in before things get too out of hand. Now is the time to do something about it.
Ahem, insert manifest here!
I will return to the gym, with a vengeance. Even if it means robbing a bank to pay for a personal trainer.
I will return to Weight Watchers. If they did it once, they can do it again.
I will be more disciplined about how I spend my time. My house is unpacked enough that I can begin a regular cleaning schedule. Even if it means cleaning boxes.
I will set strategic goals and benchmarks of achievement, so that I don’t lose sight of what I want.
Things they forgot to mention...
I made my first mortgage payment today. It may have been the biggest check I’ve ever written. Truthfully? I did not find that particular part of the home ownership process enjoyable. In fact, it was the opposite of enjoyable. But, I guess it’s part of joining the club of adulthood. Boo!
I’ve also discovered a new problem with this condo. The elements that are most desirable when condo shopping turn out to be the biggest pain in the arse in real life. For instance, let’s discuss the floors. Home buyers get so excited when they see the phrase “hdwd thru-out.” Do you know how much more maintenance a hardwood floor requires? A ton! With carpet, you’ve got 15 minutes with a vacuum cleaner, vroom vroom, you’re done. Hardwood floors? Not so much. They attract dust like magnets. And even once you sweep, you still have to go behind with a wet mop. Booo!
Another bit of happy? Granite countertops. Verrrry purty. And again, impossible to clean! You can’t just use plain old cleaner. Oh no. You need special granite cleaner. Pfft. What? Too good for 409?!
In other news, the closet is still a work in progress. I have a furniture designer who is drawing up plans to trick it out. I’ve already stressed the importance of shoe and accessory storage. Let’s hope he understands the importance of a shoe collection!
I’ve also discovered a new problem with this condo. The elements that are most desirable when condo shopping turn out to be the biggest pain in the arse in real life. For instance, let’s discuss the floors. Home buyers get so excited when they see the phrase “hdwd thru-out.” Do you know how much more maintenance a hardwood floor requires? A ton! With carpet, you’ve got 15 minutes with a vacuum cleaner, vroom vroom, you’re done. Hardwood floors? Not so much. They attract dust like magnets. And even once you sweep, you still have to go behind with a wet mop. Booo!
Another bit of happy? Granite countertops. Verrrry purty. And again, impossible to clean! You can’t just use plain old cleaner. Oh no. You need special granite cleaner. Pfft. What? Too good for 409?!
In other news, the closet is still a work in progress. I have a furniture designer who is drawing up plans to trick it out. I’ve already stressed the importance of shoe and accessory storage. Let’s hope he understands the importance of a shoe collection!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Soft Launch
This weekend I held a soft launch at the Manor. I figured, if a swanky resto can have a pre-official opening party, then why shouldn't I?! Since my dad was making massive amounts of bbq, I decided that this weekend would be the perfect time to host that party. (As a side note, did I ever mention that my dad is an awesome grillmaster? Because he is. Just sayin').
Anyway, I decided to host this Saturday party on Wednesday. This is very very bad for someone who suffers from party panic. By Thursday, I was ready to cancel because I didn't have enough time to properly plan for the party. I didn't have time to plan the menu, map out the space, properly consider the guest list. It felt very much thrown together, which is not really conducive to throwing the best party ever. NOT! Despite my panic (and likely thanks to good friends talking me off a ledge), the party went off without incident. I was really impressed with the guy/girl ratio...although the guys were mostly part of a couple. I had been aiming for a better mix of singles and couples, but the guy singles all bailed on me. (Jerks!). I did do a fine job of having a diverse crowd -- age, race, career. It felt good knowing that I had a wide variety of friends, AND they all got along really well.
All in all, I'd say it was my first adult party, and it went pretty well. Now, to set the grand opening. I'm thinking about a year from now? :)
Anyway, I decided to host this Saturday party on Wednesday. This is very very bad for someone who suffers from party panic. By Thursday, I was ready to cancel because I didn't have enough time to properly plan for the party. I didn't have time to plan the menu, map out the space, properly consider the guest list. It felt very much thrown together, which is not really conducive to throwing the best party ever. NOT! Despite my panic (and likely thanks to good friends talking me off a ledge), the party went off without incident. I was really impressed with the guy/girl ratio...although the guys were mostly part of a couple. I had been aiming for a better mix of singles and couples, but the guy singles all bailed on me. (Jerks!). I did do a fine job of having a diverse crowd -- age, race, career. It felt good knowing that I had a wide variety of friends, AND they all got along really well.
All in all, I'd say it was my first adult party, and it went pretty well. Now, to set the grand opening. I'm thinking about a year from now? :)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Nomad Chic
I have been advised, on more than one occasion, not to rush into buying furniture. As my one friend put it “don’t rush into buying stuff just to fill the space. You’re bound to move, and there’s no way to tell whether the things you buy will fit in the space you move to. Better to find stuff you love instead.”
Ok, so this is a valid point. I rushed to fill the space at my last apartment because I had no furniture at all. But this time around, I do have some form of furniture. So, I have no excuse to go out willy-nilly buying furniture.
For me though, the whole place just feels unfinished. It feels like I haven’t fully moved in yet, or fully made it mine. I want to start adding elements that make it me. Fortunately, I haven’t figured out what that means yet, so I guess it hardly matters that I’m not out buying things. No sense going shopping if you haven’t decided on a theme yet. Although, heads up…the theme for the front room is going to be peacock feathers. Everyone who’s excited to see it come to life raise your hand!
Ok, so this is a valid point. I rushed to fill the space at my last apartment because I had no furniture at all. But this time around, I do have some form of furniture. So, I have no excuse to go out willy-nilly buying furniture.
For me though, the whole place just feels unfinished. It feels like I haven’t fully moved in yet, or fully made it mine. I want to start adding elements that make it me. Fortunately, I haven’t figured out what that means yet, so I guess it hardly matters that I’m not out buying things. No sense going shopping if you haven’t decided on a theme yet. Although, heads up…the theme for the front room is going to be peacock feathers. Everyone who’s excited to see it come to life raise your hand!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
One Man Short
There’s something to be said about having a man around the house. As I begin mapping out the things that need to be done in my place, some of them require the height or the brawn of a man. Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves and start revoking our independence or taking back the sexual revolution or anything. But, seriously, there are some things that just require a man.
For example, I have tall ceilings. Connected to those are walls which need to be painted. I’m only 5’2” (on a good day). Even on my newly purchased 3-step ladder, I’m not going to reach anywhere near the top of the painting surface. So who, may I ask, is going to handle that? And let’s talk about the soon to be beautiful closet. In order to install it, someone’s going to have to hold the top shelf and brackets against the wall. Those suckers are heavy! Cue music for my own personal superman here.
Ah well, such is the life of a (short) female homeowner.
For example, I have tall ceilings. Connected to those are walls which need to be painted. I’m only 5’2” (on a good day). Even on my newly purchased 3-step ladder, I’m not going to reach anywhere near the top of the painting surface. So who, may I ask, is going to handle that? And let’s talk about the soon to be beautiful closet. In order to install it, someone’s going to have to hold the top shelf and brackets against the wall. Those suckers are heavy! Cue music for my own personal superman here.
Ah well, such is the life of a (short) female homeowner.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The Price of Fashion
I went to Home Depot, and I saw bliss. I saw everything that my closet should be, and more. There were shelves, rods, valet rods, belt racks, drawers, shoe shelves! Everything a fashionista like me could want to appropriately display the fabulousness that is her wardrobe. And it was soooooo much cheaper than California Closets – the platinum standard of all closets. I went home happy.
But then, I whipped out the calculator, and my nightmare began. Because Martha Stewart so slyly sells each component individually, there were a lot of numbers to add up. Plus, I would prefer to have all matching hangers, which is another expense (although I did just find some on clearance for $29.95 for 50 plus 15% off). Plus, I have to pay my professional organizer friend to put it all up. And that’s when the dark clouds began to form.
Despite all this expense (and the overall feeling that I’m just bleeding money right now), I really really want a nice closet. It was going to be the best part about owning this particular condo. I was going to trick out the closet like the fashion diva that I am. And doggone it, why can’t I?! Oh right. Because I don’t have fashion diva money. When I started this process, I decided the closet was a priority. I guess I will just have to suck up the sticker shock, and go ahead and start shelling out some cash. *sigh*. Donations will be accepted beginning immediately :).
But then, I whipped out the calculator, and my nightmare began. Because Martha Stewart so slyly sells each component individually, there were a lot of numbers to add up. Plus, I would prefer to have all matching hangers, which is another expense (although I did just find some on clearance for $29.95 for 50 plus 15% off). Plus, I have to pay my professional organizer friend to put it all up. And that’s when the dark clouds began to form.
Despite all this expense (and the overall feeling that I’m just bleeding money right now), I really really want a nice closet. It was going to be the best part about owning this particular condo. I was going to trick out the closet like the fashion diva that I am. And doggone it, why can’t I?! Oh right. Because I don’t have fashion diva money. When I started this process, I decided the closet was a priority. I guess I will just have to suck up the sticker shock, and go ahead and start shelling out some cash. *sigh*. Donations will be accepted beginning immediately :).
Monday, July 12, 2010
Confessions of a New Home Owner
Well, I have spent the last 3 nights and 3 days in my new condo, and frankly, I am still baffled by the whole thing. I can’t believe that I actually own a home. I. Own. A. Condo. Say what?! How did this happen?
It was about 10 months ago, that I got the grand idea to start looking for a condo. I knew I wanted 2 bedrooms – I just didn’t see the point in purchasing a one bedroom. And I knew I had to have a parking space included, a washer/dryer in unit, and a dishwasher. I was going to live in LP, LV, or downtown. And, I wasn’t going to raise my monthly payment by an obnoxious amount. 10 months later, I am sitting in a penthouse unit in LS, with two bedrooms, two full bathrooms, and a ridiculously-huge-by-comparison kitchen. Not only do I have a parking spot, but that spot is in an attached garage. I, am in real estate heaven. Truly there is a God, and I am blessed.
But, I am also baffled. When I first got in (after much trials and tribulations) on Thursday night, my unit resembled a refugee camp. Now, it’s more nomad chic. I don’t have nearly enough furniture, and the walls are soooooo boring. But, it’s mine, all mine! Squee!
Now, down to business. How do homeowners decide what to deal with first? Honestly! I can’t stand the sinks in the bathrooms, the neutral cream whiles have got to go, the floors need to be sanded and refinished, I need an alarm system, I’d love to change the hardware on the kitchen cabinets, and, did I mention I need new furniture? No one told me that on top of standard repairs, I’d begin to see things that need changing which I didn’t see when I first made an offer. I mean seriously! All the changes that need to be made seriously require a rich benefactor. Anyone got any ideas on when I might get one of those?
Short of robbing a bank, I wonder where to start after the paint color? Thus began my journey…how do I prioritize the changes I want to make?
The Beginning, Delayed
After a complete fiasco in the financing arena (as in, the banker I hired failed to complete any of the tasks he was hired to do), I was finally ready to close. My side of the loan approval went through without a hitch, and I was ready to go a week earlier than anticipated. Naturally, that was far too easy. The underwriter wanted to know about the status of the condo association dues. And, of course, there were units who were behind. As a result, I couldn’t close. Excuse me while I panic. My loan is being held up because two people not at all related to me are unable to can’t pay their effen HOA dues on time. GRRR!!!
But, time is of the essence, as I have to be out of my apartment by June 30. Does that make the condo association president move any faster? Of course not. It’s not his problem, so evidently he fails to see the urgency of the situation. A fact that becomes all to clear when he sends an email ON THE DAY OF CLOSE that he won’t be able to get the appropriate paperwork showing proof of payment to my (new) banker until that afternoon. Is he kidding?! Nope, he sure isn’t. That means I can, make my down-payment, move all of my worldly possessions into the condo, but I can’t have any keys. Nice.
I proceed to be homeless for 7 days. Literally, I am sleeping on couches and moving around gigantic suitcases for 7 days, until the bank can see proof that the condo dues have been paid by the errant homeowners, and underwriting can sign off, and the seller can get his money. It’s Thursday night, around 9:30 before I get my keys…I meet the association president (AP), and he says that the banker was a complete pain in the arse. Is he kidding? Really?! We are not off to a good start as neighbors. There should be a way to interview the other homeowners in a condo, and the HOA leadership. I’m starting to feel apprehensive about living with such a dense donkey. But alas, after sleeping on a futon for 5 days, and travelling back and forth to Milwaukee for 2 days, and wearing the same shoes to work everyday for 4 days, I’m just glad to be inside my own place. Will it be worth all the trouble? Stay tuned…
But, time is of the essence, as I have to be out of my apartment by June 30. Does that make the condo association president move any faster? Of course not. It’s not his problem, so evidently he fails to see the urgency of the situation. A fact that becomes all to clear when he sends an email ON THE DAY OF CLOSE that he won’t be able to get the appropriate paperwork showing proof of payment to my (new) banker until that afternoon. Is he kidding?! Nope, he sure isn’t. That means I can, make my down-payment, move all of my worldly possessions into the condo, but I can’t have any keys. Nice.
I proceed to be homeless for 7 days. Literally, I am sleeping on couches and moving around gigantic suitcases for 7 days, until the bank can see proof that the condo dues have been paid by the errant homeowners, and underwriting can sign off, and the seller can get his money. It’s Thursday night, around 9:30 before I get my keys…I meet the association president (AP), and he says that the banker was a complete pain in the arse. Is he kidding? Really?! We are not off to a good start as neighbors. There should be a way to interview the other homeowners in a condo, and the HOA leadership. I’m starting to feel apprehensive about living with such a dense donkey. But alas, after sleeping on a futon for 5 days, and travelling back and forth to Milwaukee for 2 days, and wearing the same shoes to work everyday for 4 days, I’m just glad to be inside my own place. Will it be worth all the trouble? Stay tuned…
Monday, November 02, 2009
Crickets and frogs and owls, oh my!
For Halloween, Kaia and I went to the Roof for the Black-i-Ball party. The party was pretty low-key, but still a good time. There was even a red carpet and a professional photographer! Can you believe that?!
Anyway, the party wasn't really blog-worthy, other than the fact that pheebee was hit on by a woman. What was noteworthy was the overnight stay in theWit hotel. theWit is a fantastic hotel -- by Doubletree, believe it or not! the rooms are lovely, the tiniest bit of a downgrade from Westin. Same great comfy feeling, just less luxury. I liked everything about it. Loved even! But, they have the WEIRDEST couple twists I've ever noticed.
First, the complimentary lotion was by Gilchrist. Not the first time I've seen this brand in a hotel. But, this was the first time I'd ever used a lotion that smelled like freshly cut grass. Grass! I can't say that I don't like the smell of grass. It's very summery and nice adn reminds you of an outdoor barbecue. But, why on earth would a person want to smell like it? Weird, but we can live with it. Besides, the scent is going to fade after a few minutes anyway.
And then, we went into the hallway. Excuse me, but why do I hear crickets? We are still in the heart of downtown, right? They have it piped in. Yeah, you read that right. Instead of crazy Musak, they have nature sounds piped into the hallways of the hotel. And it gets wilder. They have crickets and owls at night. And then, in the morning? Roosters, birds, and ocean waves. So, I say to Kaia, why are there roosters and ocean sounds? Where are there farms near oceans? She says "maybe in Pennsylvania. Never underestimate the Amish."
Oh geez. Dear hotel management. Please stop wasting the energy to pipe in ridiculous nature signs. It's ok if the hallways are quiet. Or, in the case of Halloween night, filled with the sounds of 4 d-bags dressed as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tossing stuff about. (True story. I found out that's who they were when these d-bags woke up the next morning, loudly yelling the title of the theme song in a ridiculous staccato voice. I could hear it through the adjoining door. Awesome).
Anyway, the party wasn't really blog-worthy, other than the fact that pheebee was hit on by a woman. What was noteworthy was the overnight stay in theWit hotel. theWit is a fantastic hotel -- by Doubletree, believe it or not! the rooms are lovely, the tiniest bit of a downgrade from Westin. Same great comfy feeling, just less luxury. I liked everything about it. Loved even! But, they have the WEIRDEST couple twists I've ever noticed.
First, the complimentary lotion was by Gilchrist. Not the first time I've seen this brand in a hotel. But, this was the first time I'd ever used a lotion that smelled like freshly cut grass. Grass! I can't say that I don't like the smell of grass. It's very summery and nice adn reminds you of an outdoor barbecue. But, why on earth would a person want to smell like it? Weird, but we can live with it. Besides, the scent is going to fade after a few minutes anyway.
And then, we went into the hallway. Excuse me, but why do I hear crickets? We are still in the heart of downtown, right? They have it piped in. Yeah, you read that right. Instead of crazy Musak, they have nature sounds piped into the hallways of the hotel. And it gets wilder. They have crickets and owls at night. And then, in the morning? Roosters, birds, and ocean waves. So, I say to Kaia, why are there roosters and ocean sounds? Where are there farms near oceans? She says "maybe in Pennsylvania. Never underestimate the Amish."
Oh geez. Dear hotel management. Please stop wasting the energy to pipe in ridiculous nature signs. It's ok if the hallways are quiet. Or, in the case of Halloween night, filled with the sounds of 4 d-bags dressed as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tossing stuff about. (True story. I found out that's who they were when these d-bags woke up the next morning, loudly yelling the title of the theme song in a ridiculous staccato voice. I could hear it through the adjoining door. Awesome).
Sunday, November 01, 2009
One or Two Good Drills
So, I'm watching the Packers game against the Vikings. We're at home today, and it's been nail biting so far. Not much has happened, it's just incredibly tense to see Benedict Favre return to Lambeau with a shockingly good Vikings.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Ahem. Sorry, I was interrupted by awesomeness on the field. Hooray GB recovering a Favre turnover!
Anyway, as I was saying, the hype around this game has been huge, of course. But the best part was watching Favre walk out and get booed. And frankly, the booing was deafening. It was amazing. I imagine that had to hurt a little bit from Favre. Terry Bradshaw predicted that there would be more cheering than booing. Favre did spend 16 years in green and gold. Boy was Mr. Bradshaw wrong. Really wrong. I bet it hurt more than a little bit. Can you imagine coming "home" after all these years, after the Super Bowls, record breaking, blah blah blah, and receiving a pail full of venom?
I can't say it isn't what he deserved. Yes, the management in GB took a hardline stance. and they had their reasons. But, we all wished Favre well when he went to the Jets. But, he has just repeatedly thrown salt into the wound over the past year. First, to go to the Vikings. An arch rival!! And then, to not only go there, but to say that it's the best team he's played on. Whoever said that Favre didn't do it for revenge is lying. And by whoever, I mean Favre.
I sure hope they drill him!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Ahem. Sorry, I was interrupted by awesomeness on the field. Hooray GB recovering a Favre turnover!
Anyway, as I was saying, the hype around this game has been huge, of course. But the best part was watching Favre walk out and get booed. And frankly, the booing was deafening. It was amazing. I imagine that had to hurt a little bit from Favre. Terry Bradshaw predicted that there would be more cheering than booing. Favre did spend 16 years in green and gold. Boy was Mr. Bradshaw wrong. Really wrong. I bet it hurt more than a little bit. Can you imagine coming "home" after all these years, after the Super Bowls, record breaking, blah blah blah, and receiving a pail full of venom?
I can't say it isn't what he deserved. Yes, the management in GB took a hardline stance. and they had their reasons. But, we all wished Favre well when he went to the Jets. But, he has just repeatedly thrown salt into the wound over the past year. First, to go to the Vikings. An arch rival!! And then, to not only go there, but to say that it's the best team he's played on. Whoever said that Favre didn't do it for revenge is lying. And by whoever, I mean Favre.
I sure hope they drill him!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I decided to take the plunge! On Sunday, I raised money and awareness for the Respiratory Health Association in a way that was a million times more exciting than a run/walk would ever be. The RHA of Metro Chicago hosted the Skyline Plunge! on Sunday. What is that you ask? It is the awesome feeling of plunging down the side of The Bolt of The Wit Hotel with only a polyester harness, metal hooks, and nylon ropes holding me suspended over 27 stories. I used a metal mechanism to lower myself down those 27 stories.
People asked me over and over if I was nuts, scared, crazy, senseless. Truth is, I am none of those things. I was just feeling adventurous, and it was for a good cause. Although, I can't say I was really doing it for altruism only. No, I was doing it for the thrill. Honestly? How many people can say they rappelled down the side of a building in a busy downtown area?
The actual feeling was quite tiring. You basically have to hold yourself upright. Another blogger described it as holding yourself in a perpetual sit-up. I'd add that your tummy is tight, but it's more like holding your self in a crunch -- so not only are you holding your upper half up, but your feet too. The other thing? You're supposed to be "walking" down the side of the building. Pah! Whoever said that was totally lying. My feet kept slipping, so eventually I just gave up and let myself dangle. I can't say I was a big fan of when I started spinning around, and slamming into the side of walls made of glass. The other thing? No one tells you how tired your hand gets! To lower yourself down, you have to squeeze this little mechanism. It really feels like those old school hand strengthening devices that men used to use to prove their strength.
Eventually, I got to the point where I just wanted to get down as fast as I could because my hand, back and inner thighs were starting to get really sore. That, and it was a bit repetitive after a while. There really wasn't much to look at up there. I bet the scenery is beautiful from a mountainside. But from theWit? Really just street, trees, and river. The Chicago Theatre sign looked REALLY cool though. Anyway, enjoy the pictures that follow!
People asked me over and over if I was nuts, scared, crazy, senseless. Truth is, I am none of those things. I was just feeling adventurous, and it was for a good cause. Although, I can't say I was really doing it for altruism only. No, I was doing it for the thrill. Honestly? How many people can say they rappelled down the side of a building in a busy downtown area?
The actual feeling was quite tiring. You basically have to hold yourself upright. Another blogger described it as holding yourself in a perpetual sit-up. I'd add that your tummy is tight, but it's more like holding your self in a crunch -- so not only are you holding your upper half up, but your feet too. The other thing? You're supposed to be "walking" down the side of the building. Pah! Whoever said that was totally lying. My feet kept slipping, so eventually I just gave up and let myself dangle. I can't say I was a big fan of when I started spinning around, and slamming into the side of walls made of glass. The other thing? No one tells you how tired your hand gets! To lower yourself down, you have to squeeze this little mechanism. It really feels like those old school hand strengthening devices that men used to use to prove their strength.
Eventually, I got to the point where I just wanted to get down as fast as I could because my hand, back and inner thighs were starting to get really sore. That, and it was a bit repetitive after a while. There really wasn't much to look at up there. I bet the scenery is beautiful from a mountainside. But from theWit? Really just street, trees, and river. The Chicago Theatre sign looked REALLY cool though. Anyway, enjoy the pictures that follow!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Ad Nauseum
So, on Monday I saw an ad in the RedEye for a fundraiser for the Respiratory Health Association of Metropolitan Chicago. Instead of a run/walk, volunteers will be rappelling down the side of theWit Hotel!! How cool does that sound?! On Tuesday, I sent out an email to nearly everyone I know asking if they'd be willing to donate. On Tuesday night, I had insomnia so I signed up. On Wednesday, I started my big electronic push to get funds from friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, friends of family, co-workers of family, etc. I even posted a link and status updates about my efforts on LinkedIn and Facebook.
Now, I'm about 58% to goal, and I've got a ways to go. For the record, I will have to cover any difference between what I raise and what is the goal. Which, I must say, is an excellent motivator. But now? Even I am sick of hearing myself talk about it! I've managed to slip it into so many conversations I'm starting to think I'm playing a perpetual game of 6 degrees of RHAMC (get it? Instead of Kevin Bacon?).
I'm almost done though. I go over the edge of theWit in 2 days. The irony here is that I've now managed to put it on yet another crazy. Ha ha!
Now, I'm about 58% to goal, and I've got a ways to go. For the record, I will have to cover any difference between what I raise and what is the goal. Which, I must say, is an excellent motivator. But now? Even I am sick of hearing myself talk about it! I've managed to slip it into so many conversations I'm starting to think I'm playing a perpetual game of 6 degrees of RHAMC (get it? Instead of Kevin Bacon?).
I'm almost done though. I go over the edge of theWit in 2 days. The irony here is that I've now managed to put it on yet another crazy. Ha ha!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Revenge of the broke
Today I went to look at a townhome for sale. It's up for short sale, and it was the very first piece of real estate that I went to look at with actual potential for purchase! Usually I'm just tooling around my neighborhood looking at places that I'd buy if I had oodles upon oodles of money. Anyway, I was really excited because the pictures on the MLS website made it look really awesome. Of course, being the cynic that I am, I was expecting the pictures to be total glamour shots, and that they'd oversell the place.
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw though! Ok, I've heard before that homes in foreclosure are often in terrible condition, because people are saddened by the fact that they've been evicted out of something they own. But this was ridiculous! Apparently, the trashing rule also applies to those homes that are under short sale. Ok, so we went after work. Obviously, it was going to be dark. Well, the people who used to live there were kind enough to leave lightbulbs only in the bathrooms. Seriously! They stole nearly all of the lightbulbs! They also took some of the light fixtures too.
What they did leave behind was portions of a sectional, piled in a corner. Some cleaning supplies that were obviously not actually used on the unit. Dust bunnies, nasty stains on the carpet, and a pencil. All I can say is, ewwwwwwwwwwww.
It's really sad too, that of the three places I checked out, this is the one that had the most potential. Ack! Quick, I need a couple hundred grand -- clearly I need more buying power.
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw though! Ok, I've heard before that homes in foreclosure are often in terrible condition, because people are saddened by the fact that they've been evicted out of something they own. But this was ridiculous! Apparently, the trashing rule also applies to those homes that are under short sale. Ok, so we went after work. Obviously, it was going to be dark. Well, the people who used to live there were kind enough to leave lightbulbs only in the bathrooms. Seriously! They stole nearly all of the lightbulbs! They also took some of the light fixtures too.
What they did leave behind was portions of a sectional, piled in a corner. Some cleaning supplies that were obviously not actually used on the unit. Dust bunnies, nasty stains on the carpet, and a pencil. All I can say is, ewwwwwwwwwwww.
It's really sad too, that of the three places I checked out, this is the one that had the most potential. Ack! Quick, I need a couple hundred grand -- clearly I need more buying power.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Rush in NFL
I know I'm late to the discussion party, but I also know that all of you were dying to know just what I was thinking too. (HA!)
So, Mr. Rush Limbaugh wanted to buy a piece of the St. Louis Rams. Frankly, I think he should've gone ahead with it; or more accurately, I think his partners shouldn't have kicked him out. I would have love to have seen the fall out. Players requesting releases, free agents refusing to sign with St. Louis, the organization having to payout extraordinary sums of money to get players to stay or sign. The entire organization financially brought to its knees. Followed by the boycott of the games by fans (because the Rams begin to suck AND on principle). And Rush Limbaugh losing all of his money.
Here's what's sad, I don't think it actually would have gone down that way. I think some of it would've happened. But, I'm betting that everyone has their price -- and a lot of players would have gone to St. Louis just to be in the league. And I don't think all the hype would've had much of an effect on people who just wanted to watch a game. Sure, I think there would have been some sort of outcry/repercussion. But, I don't think that the attention span of the American people is good enough to really sustain a movement against an NFL team past the immediate season.
So, good work to the partners that kicked Rush out. I guess my real question is, what were they thinking when they put him in? You couldn't find anyone else with a couple mill to toss around!?
So, Mr. Rush Limbaugh wanted to buy a piece of the St. Louis Rams. Frankly, I think he should've gone ahead with it; or more accurately, I think his partners shouldn't have kicked him out. I would have love to have seen the fall out. Players requesting releases, free agents refusing to sign with St. Louis, the organization having to payout extraordinary sums of money to get players to stay or sign. The entire organization financially brought to its knees. Followed by the boycott of the games by fans (because the Rams begin to suck AND on principle). And Rush Limbaugh losing all of his money.
Here's what's sad, I don't think it actually would have gone down that way. I think some of it would've happened. But, I'm betting that everyone has their price -- and a lot of players would have gone to St. Louis just to be in the league. And I don't think all the hype would've had much of an effect on people who just wanted to watch a game. Sure, I think there would have been some sort of outcry/repercussion. But, I don't think that the attention span of the American people is good enough to really sustain a movement against an NFL team past the immediate season.
So, good work to the partners that kicked Rush out. I guess my real question is, what were they thinking when they put him in? You couldn't find anyone else with a couple mill to toss around!?
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