Moved!

31 05 2009

I’ve moved Red Letter Haze from .com to .org!

Pretty please update your blogrolls?

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Weekend Recap: Memorial Day edition

26 05 2009

This weekend I did something I rarely do: I unplugged.

Okay, so I still had my iPhone on me, but I barely tweeted and hardly touched my computer. I took a break from the blogging world. I guess you could say I was enjoying the simpler things in life.

My cousin finally came to Chicago for a visit. I spent the weekend showing her around the city and spending time with friends. It was certainly a nice change from being glued to my phone/computer.

I’m returning to work tomorrow, so I’ll probably fall back into my routines but now I really want to set time away to unplug every week. Even if it’s just for a few hours.

Now I just have to work on getting Chris to do the same.





Pop Qwiz and why I don’t do sleepovers

6 05 2009

Does anyone else remember the popcorn that Pop Secret came out with in the early 90’s that was colored?

Man, I thought that stuff was so cool. I don’t remember whether it actually tasted good or not, but when you’re a kid you really don’t care too much about that if it looks cool.

Until it ruined sleepovers for me forever.

I was probably 7 or 8 and my friend Katie was coming over to spend the night. We were going to spend the night watching TGIF and doing whatever 8 year old girls do at sleepovers. My mom whipped up a batch of Pop Qwiz for us (it was blue) and some caffeine free pepsi. We watched Step by Step, Boy Meets World, and the other TGIF lineup and then got ready for bed.

And then it happened.

My friend puked the blue popcorn and pepsi ALL OVER MY BED. WHAT THE FUCK!?

So I did what any little girl would do: Cried and demanded my parents drive my sick friend home. After that, my memories become fuzzy due to my brain shutting down from the trauma.

I never had a sleepover again, nor did I ever stay at anyone else’s house.

I’m pretty sure my mom banned the popcorn from the house after the incident too.

And that’s how Pop Secret managed to (inadvertently) ruin my childhood.





I have a confession to make

3 05 2009

The other day while I was having lunch with my coworker Karen I did something stupid.

Now, normally I would just keep it to myself but this is pretty bad and hilarious at the same time.

Karen was feeling lazy, so we opted to take the elevator instead of walking up a few flights of stairs. I pressed the elevator call button. Or at least what I thought was the elevator call button. WRONG. It was the emergency call box. I didn’t realize what I had done until it started ringing, then I frantically pressed it numerous times hoping it would quit.

By some miraculous luck that rarely ever happens to me, the elevator door opens and we hop inside. We go on with getting our lunches and walk back to the elevator.

Except now, there are 2 fire trucks outside, sirens blaring, and a few firemen coming in the building.

I pretend like I know nothing and continue back to the office.

Idiotic things like this make up the story of my life.

And who was the genius who but the emergency call button so close to the elevator call button?! Thank you sir, for making my life just slightly more embarrassing.





My Fiancé is Cute

2 05 2009

And here’s why:





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*swoon*





A year in Chicago!

1 05 2009

I can’t believe it’s been a year already.

It seriously seems like just yesterday I was pulling out of my driveway back home with my life packed up in a 14′ uhaul. I have never felt so sad, uncertain, and downright scared in my entire life. I also never imagined it would take over 9 hours, when it was only supposed to take 6 1/2 (Chris has a weak stomach and literally had to stop at every rest stop along the ohio turnpike).

Some key points from my first year in the Windy City:

  • moved here without a job, spent the summer unemployed (while having no $$ sucked, going to the beach all day was pretty awesome. so were the daiquiris consumed)
  • Attended the first Colonel Tribune tweetup, made my first friends in Chicago.
  • Finally got a job in August at Thorek Hospital. 3-11pm shift officially killed my social life for a bit.
  • Made my first trip home 5 months after I had moved. I have never felt so homesick in my life. I miss all my family and friends back home so much.
  • Jumped ship from Thorek in October when I was offered a full time position at Open Advanced MRI for more $$ and closer to home.
  • Returned to Pittsburgh for my favourite holiday- Thanksgiving. An obscene amount of turkey, carrots, and mashed potatoes were consumed by me.
  • The first word that comes to mind when I think of my first winter in Chicago: BRUTAL. Seriously, is it ever necessary for temperatures to reach -17˚ before factoring in windchill?!
  • I got engaged shortly after the WORST Christmas in history. It was so bad, I refuse to even discuss the details.
  • I went to the Winter Classic with my new friend Jessi O. marking my first experience at Wrigley Field. Kind of ironic to see a hockey game at a baseball field, but whatever. No one sang the Canadian National Anthem louder than me (at least in my head, that probably had to do with the earmuffs).
  • The friends I’ve made and things to do in my planner have grown exponentially, but I feel like I’m losing touch with friends back home. I don’t want to give up the old to make room for the new.
  • I thought for sure I was going to move back to Pittsburgh either shortly before or after the wedding, but now I’m not so sure. Chicago has dug its way into my cold, bitter heart. I think it has a lot to do with the aforementioned friendships.
  • I’m finally solidifying some wedding plans. And slowly turning into a Bridezilla. I call my mom at least once a day to discuss something about the wedding.
  • I still miss my mom every day.
  • Today marks the halfway point on my lease! In another year, we’ll be free!! And hopefully in a much more roomy space that we OWN.

With the year that’s come and gone, it’s incredible to look back at the things that I’ve done and how I’ve changed as a person. If my self today went back in time and told my 21 year old self that in the not too distant future I would be living in Chicago, I would have never believed it. I would also start wondering whether or not my future self had a mental breakdown or was into some crazy drugs.

And even though lately more often than not I lie awake in bed at night and have anxiety attacks over the lack of control I sometimes feel for my future, I am anxious to see what my second year will bring. With knowing what a roller coaster the first year was, this year I’ll know to enjoy the ride.





Happy Easter Weekend!

11 04 2009

Easter bunnies


Spring has finally sprung!!! (I think)



Enjoy the flowers, sunshine, and company.



Wishing everyone a colourful, happy weekend!