A day in Chicago Town

I would like to start this by saying that when you read the title, you MUST pronounce Chicago correctly. Well, actually, you must pronounce it the way I say it, and we can debate about correctness later. Basically, it's "CHICK-AGO". Really stress the O guys. And southerners, don't feel left out! If Georgia is your home, "SHICK-AGO" is your game.

Now, proceed to read about Chick-ago. And say Chick-ago a few more times, because it's fun!

 Up and at 'em for an earrrrlllyyy morning!

Okay fine.

It was 10:30! But still! A traveler needs her beauty sleep. And plus it was freezing outside, so staying in a warm cozy bed seemed way more attractive.

Then we went shopping!

And then I was broke!

Chicago does do beautiful things, no?

My favorite thing about traveling to different cities is that I know no one there, so therefore I can act like a dork and no one will remember! It's bliss! No more shame as I trip on the sidewalk, no more embarrassment as I have food dripping down my chin. Cities don't care! That being said, I do think Chicago has kind of an "I'm spying on you!" attitude. Get with the program, Chicago, you ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO CARE!"

I think I will end this conversation between me and Chicago. I always like to have the last word.

Oh hey, it's me! Oh hey, it was also 40 degrees and I was in a mini skirt! Now Grandma, don't worry, I wasn't really. But I might as well have been naked because I would probably have been an ice cube either way.

Like I said, cities don't care.

To end our blissful day we went to THE BEAN. I mean, it's a bean! In Chicago! At sunset?! What is not to love!? It was magical....and freezing. But I digress.

After beaning it up, we walked a few more blocks to check out the art museum. There was a gala going on so lots of ladies in formal evening gowns and men driving BMWs. I totally fit right in....except I was wearing all Target. Practially Oscar de La Renta for the middle class! YEEAH!

Our last stop was Navy Pier, mostly to re-live my Vera Bradley Dreams and pretend I was
Liz on Location since that's about all I did in the 13th year of my life. And then we went to our happy hotel to watch sponge bob and eat applesauce.

duh.

Happy Adventuring to you - and you can see my last trip to Chicago HERE. (PS: No celebrity sightings this time though...next time? It's on.)

Back from Chicago town

For the record, April in Chicago is ABSOLUTELY FREEZING! I come from a land where we wear shorts and tank tops every day, not because we like it, but because we have too. And so here I come to Chicago, my one true city love, in a short skirt and um, it was snowing? 

Thankfully I packed a pair of tights, and so after spending 20 minutes trying to get them on in the airport  bathroom (somehow at that point I seemed very uncoordinated), I was wearing stripes, bows and floral print. So. Doggone. Stylin'.

In other words, Chicago is a very nice city which makes you feel like a very unfashionable human. Amen.

When Chicago dogs cause you problems.

If you happened to drive out of your local Sonic a few days ago and see a girl trying to stuff a Chicago dog in her mouth, that was probably me. I'll admit I wasn't graceful, but what's a girl to do? Stop eating? Never. Chicago dogs are normally uneventful and mellow. Tasty but not exciting. But I was graced with an ordinary dog. It was adventure packed. It was a rascal. But I can be bossy if I want and I bossed that thing into my mouth like a seasoned pro.

So if you just so happen to find yourself with a troublemaker Chicago dog, do these things and in battle Random person vs. Chicago dog, you'll win!

Order it the way you want it. Otherwise you might find yourself scooping of sweet relish. And peppers.

If you didn't follow step one...dispose of all unwanted items as soon as possible. Unless of course you want to sit on a pepper the whole way home.

Keep everything contained. And contained does not involve onions in your shorts.

Eat the pickle with the hotdog. Or you are at risk to by squirted by your pickle.

Toothpicks required. Poppy seeds can be only slightly stingy at times.

And that's how we seasoned pros do our Chicago dogs. We might not include me. I'm just speaking on behalf of the public masses. They wanted you to know.

Go and Eat your Chicago Dog. And don't get onions in your pants. Amen.


PPS: Beverage day post? Nope. But I did celebrate so don't think I forgot. Also, sorry for my Mexican rant. I love ya you Mexican. But be a proud American because America is amazing!

Happy {Fri} Day: 5/4

Yikes! Its already Friday. I pretty much forgot it was Friday until 20 seconds ago. We did a bunch of things this week, and huzzah, I actually posted a fair amount and (huzzah again!) I enjoyed it! You can hold the applause though, but I know you are secretly cheering. I might post about my Chicago Dog, It was pretty funny.

How's your week been? Feel free to comment your happy things. I'm off to prepare for the first swim of the season, woot!xoxo...Kryn

PS: Star Wars Day celebration soon. If I was punny, I'd call you a padawan. But I'm trying to be normal. You understand don't you young padawan?

2011 Recap

Because the year is almost over and because I can't think of much else to post about, how about a little recap from 2011?

Most popular post.
Thank you for asking! My blog has been off and on public during its existence. Some post were um, not so great, while other had great success. The one with the highest views however, was my Victory! post, where I posted about my Chicago adventures. Also, Sophie and the Stick was pretty high up there.

Most Controversial post.
Because my amount of readers it limited, I don't get much controversy. But my Merci Beacoup post stirred up a little more than usual. I wrote about how much I love the Sweatin' to the oldies videos. It made some people cringe. It made others laugh.

Post who's success surprised me.
When I write little posts, they usually end up being good or totally bad. So when Nautical was written, I assumed that no one would really be interested in me knowing nothing about the coast guard. However, that was not the case. This was one of my most popular posts for quite a while.

Funnest post to write.
By the way, funnest is not a word, so if you decide to use it, please don't go telling people I said it first. Thank you. I like to have fun. Blogging is another way for me to have fun. So I generally try to enjoy blogging. Possibly the best one for me was my A tribute to the 80's and parents. I got my hands on some serious blackmail photos. And I sort of think I scared everyone away with that post.

Most hilarious post.
This is kind of a toughie. What I think is hilarious may be totally different from what you think is hilarious. And in fact it probably is. But I do know for a fact that several extended family members though that The Cow is a wonderful creation was pretty funny.

Post I am proudest of.
I'm not really sure much of this blog is worth being proud of. So I guess my post on 9/11 is the best I've got. I started out talking about bed making and hand sanitizer and ended on a rather profound statement. (For myself anyway.)

I think I'm going to go browse my archives and see what other kinds of nonsense I can find.

I love America.

Our family likes road trips. We sort of have too. Here are some pictures from our most recent.

Victory!

Today is a great and fabulous day to celebrate, because we are finally free from the car. Victory! I think its V.E. day actually, but who cares. Getting out of a car is a good enough reason to have a big celebration! So I bought a candle. Is that good enough? It was a watermelon candle, which happens to be the yummiest flavor. I mean scent. We also celebrated the beginning of school by going shopping for school supplies. But I forgot my tissues so it was really not a success. View from the Willis Tower. That's lake Michigan. Its rather large.

On the Sky Deck. Or I guess in it. Whatever. That's me and mom and KJ 103 stories up, standing over Chicago on Plexiglas. Awesomeness.

The Sky Deck. Its creepy. And awesome. And alot of other things.

I'm telling you, I do love feet pictures. But I think that it is actually fairly appropriate when you are 103 stories up.Taxi and Stranger. I have a few pictures with this pesky stranger in them.
Clearly, gift shops are the greatest.

Passing time in South Dakota. I look like Nancy Pelosi. Ouch.

And last but not least, My lovely rendition of Johnny. A make up for art appreciation day because I am a lame blogger who missed it? I think this will be sufficient.

Sincerely,
Johnny might just beat J.B.

A taxi of sorts.

So people, I'm sort of in a Taxi. This Taxi happens to be black and has 4 people and 2 dogs constantly riding in in. This Taxi had taken me quite a few places, Texas, California, Washington, Arizona and most recently, Atlanta. Our taxi just stopped to visit some friends. I'm pretty much as happy as a clam. Here's why:

1. I am almost HOME, as in my house by the beach with a pool and my own room. That home

2. We just stopped at a nice house to visit nice people.

3. I am drinking a black cherry smoothie

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4. Its from quick trip.

5. I just saw a man wearing the coolest sombrero.

6. I am tetxting one of my best buddies.

So this might be a make up for Happiness Happens day which I missed. I took pictures of taxi's in Chicago, I'll show them to you soon.

Sincerely,

I drew the best picture of Johnny.

In the middle.

That's actually not an entirely true statement because I am not in the middle or the middle child. I classify myself as a middle child because I have some of those characteristics, but technically I am the youngest. I don't get technical too often. So today I am definitely the middle child. Here is a conversation that happened on KJ's birthday:

Me: First borns are more likley to be CEO's.

Dad: Well, second borns are more likley to be homeless.

At this point I start crying because I do not want to be homless. And everyone is laughing.

Today I was in Chicago. Today, I loved being Chicago. We went to the 103 floor of the 2illis Tower and went on the sky deck. It was pretty awesome. And slightley scary. I took about ten thousand pictures, so as soon as I get home I will update you. (I just notected I said homless instead of Homeless. Is bad spelling a side affect of homelessness? I hope not.)

I went to the American Girl store just for kicks, and while I was there I met someone famous. Ok, so I saw him and I still dont know who he is, but everyone else seemed to think he was the best thing ever. I mean he had pink on, come on Johnny!! (thats his real name.)So basically Mom and I were standing on Michigan Ave when Johnny walks by with two bodyguards. All the girls around us were freaking out. I was sort of freaking out because I was confused about everyone else freaking out.They were all chasing after him and then he turned and looked at me. (cue the dreamy music.) And then I was laughing because he was so retarded and we went on our way trying to figure out who Johnny was. That my friends, is a true story.

So in short, I went on the sky deck, walked around in a big city, didn't get my purse stolen and I still dont know who Johnny is.

Sincerely,

I heart Chicago.

Ps: there are an insane amount of typo's in this post. I cant fix them on this silly phone. I meant the Willis tower, in case you were wondering.