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Free Books?!!

I am quite embarrassed that I just now got a library card. I won’t list all the reasons that I should have had one already, but now that I do, I am giddy. It’s the same feeling I used to get when I was 8, holding a big stack of books. There was always a summer reading camp or festival that was happening at the local library. I am sure my friend Leah is very proud. Schween is also excited because she just read this. Of course, a sane person would refuse Schween a library card, because she would be selling books on the corner in two seconds flat.

I blurred out the numbers on my barcode because GOD FORBID you steal the numbers off my library card...

I blurred out the numbers on my barcode because GOD FORBID you steal the numbers off my library card...

Yesterday after work I went with friends out to eat massive amounts of hummus, falafel, and dolma at Cousin’s on Clark (now Efe’s) for a ridiculously low price. I just love it. Then we went to see “Hunks for You” at the Latino Film Festival. A word of advice: Do not sit in the front row and try to read subtitles. Also, do not google “Hunks for You” at work and expect to get a synopsis of the movie.

Wine…Club?

Um…wine club could use a few more wine clubbers. Here’s the thing; Amber started it up with enough people to fill an average Chicago apartment and make enough noise to annoy the neighbors. Three years later, people have moved away, flaked out, have to work or study, get sick, or just have a lot of out-of-town plans over the weekends. This is all very understandable, but I think we need to add some more members so when people can’t make it, it is still a decent sized group. Because it is a LOT of fun and I would hate to see it die. Right now, I am breaking the first rule of wine club, which is don’t talk about wine club (heh).

Regardless of the attendance, Andrea put together a fantastic little party for the night. We still managed to get through all the bottles with just 7 people. And had no trouble with the pizza, Vosges chocolate, and other goodies. Ballet and other dance lessons were given in the dining room, and Justin had to call and check on the wearabouts of his wife around 1 am, so it was clearly a fun time with great company.

Andrea’s apartment is one of my favorites that I have visited in the city. She is always a great host. Here place was lit by candles last night–so the light is low–but I think you will get the idea.

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Chalkboard decal by the door. Note that the Fennec Hare drawn there is not real.

Chalkboard decal by the door. Note that the Fennec Hare drawn there is not real.

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Lysiantus...with flash. I had to.

Lysiantus...with flash. I had to.

Le Pouf and company.

Le Pouf and company.

Woot!

Being married can be very exciting. Seriously. Wait…hey..where are you going? Are you going to d-listed or Perez instead? Checking Facebook statuses? Bah. Fine, go.

One of the bonuses to having a partner in life, is that my life isn’t the single point in the universe. There are at least two points now. When life partner “A” is down, “B” may be having a triumph. Things seem to balance out.

When I think of my own road in life, besides picturing the path on the gameboard of Candyland, I see a lot of things to look forward to. Since I married Justin, the lanes have doubled and now there are twice as many exciting destinations. Sorry to extend this metaphor into a paragraph, but here goes. There are certainly potholes, probably a car sick kid in the backseat that has to pee, and sometimes a broken headlight, but I feel like we are heading somewhere great, with some sweet roadside attractions along the way. I will photograph them and post them here in a perpetual slideshow of our trip. Because who doesn’t love sitting though other people’s trip photos. YAY!

What I am getting at, is that my life is richer when it is not just about me. This doesn’t mean I have lost my sense of self…not at all. Sharing in Justin’s wins feel as exciting as my own. I don’t want to brag, BUT Justin is wicked smart. He just found out that he received his 3rd CALI award today! A CALI award means you are the top student in a class and your teacher has recognized you as such. Kind of a big deal I think. The best part is that the classes in which he received these awards were subjects he is very interested in pursuing in his approaching career in law. They are Antitrust, Contracts, and LARC…which is a legal writing class or some nightmare of a thing. So YAY again!

Please note the book on the far right of this shelf. I would have say that it accurately describes my idea of reading any more than one page of these:

Hooray for Justin reading these and not me! "Torture"

Hooray for Justin reading these and not me! "Torture"

Doot do do. La la lala la.

Doot do do. La la lala la.

Forbidden Bath and Coffee Table Guts

Yesterday, I witnessed a freakin cute cat bath. Porpus was spooning Schween and giving her a fierce bathing.

For anyone that is still reading, you are clearly a cat person and realize the severe cuteness of this situation. For those of you preferring a blog about actual human grandchildren, sorry, please hold. The wait time is 3-5 years.

Most of the time, Porpus and Schween would have us believe that they are not good friends at all and will sleep on their respective sides of the bed in disgust of each others lameness. This is all for show. We have repeatedly found them squished together when they think no one is looking. Beneath the futon (“office hours”) is their favorite place for a secret nap. So when I saw the spoon bath, I was sure not to make a move, because any human sighting of this would rip the time-space kittehtinuem and earth would be null. Therefore my happiness photo could not be properly captured, at risk of our very existence. Below is a typical scene instead:

Schween and Porp ignoring each other in public

Schween and Porp ignoring each other in public

Schween looking clean from her bath

Schween looking clean from her bath

Ugh my camera is weird.

So today as I was sitting directly in front of my space heater on the living room floor, I noticed how our magazine shelf under the coffee table houses some pretty interesting items. I think they tell an accurate story of those who live here:

The guts of the table

The guts of the table

Life is a veritable smorgasbord. We have here several issues of The Economist living with Stuff on my Cat, a squirrel flashcard from Andersonville’s Foursided store, and I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence by Amy Sedaris. I don’t feel the need to further explain this. I will say that it made me very happy to see these guys coexisting under the coffee table.