What? I Know What I Want!

And I wonder why I can’t find an apartment…

Wanted: 1 bedroom sunny apartment on lower Eastside or Eastside of Milwaukee. I would like to pay somewhere in the range of $550 - $600 and would be thrilled if parking would be included. I’d like a place to do my laundry, so coin-operated laundry on-site is essential and I’d prefer a porch of some sorts for me to sit on and enjoy the sounds of the city. I don’t have a pet at the moment, but it’d be nice to have the option at a later date and close to the lake would be ideal so I can take my beloved walks along the water. I’m not picky about kitchen appliances, as I don’t do a lot of cooking but I would love a dinning room or eat in kitchen with lots of windows for me to put a little bar table and two chairs. Hard wood floors are preferred, but I’d settle for carpeting and if I could find an old early century claw foot tub I’d be in heaven. Oh, and please have outward facing windows so that I may open them and both see and hear the busy city traffic. There is nothing worse to me than waking up and seeing another building staring me straight in the face. Square footage is not a priority, but complete separation between my living quarters and my sleeping quarters is essential. Please note: I am not willing to move to the suburbs, as I realize this sort of apartment is readily available there. I am not ready for children, mini-vans, and large yards. I remain a city girl for at least a few more years. Downtown apartments need only apply.

Please forward your listing at earliest convenience. In the mean time, I’ll be sitting here pulling my hair out as my hatred for apartment hunting deepens

Dinner Conversations with the Andersons

Meet my family:

Mom: What is it that they say determines your porn star name?
Dad: First name and….
Mikey: No first pet and first street name
Christi: I’d be Merby…mom what was our first street in Burlington?
Mom: Meadows
Christi: Oh yeah, Merby Meadows. That’s hot
Mikey: I’d be Chocolate Karyl no wait, Keisha Karyl
Christi: Are you a drag queen?
Mom: I’d be Tippy Lions
All: complete laughter.
Christi: Seriously, that’s awesome

Christi: I seriously can’t help picturing a pregnant woman having sex because it’s just absolutely 100% certain that at SOME TIME she had sex!
Mom: Christi, who thinks about that stuff.
Christi: I also think about famous people pooping
Mom: Gross Christi
Christi: What like you honestly don’t think of Brad Pitt sitting on the toilet.
Mom: I don’t care what he does!
Mikey: YEAH! Like Britney Spears pooping. She does! It’s gross!
Christi: Seriously mom. You’re weird.

And End to my Birthday Week

I wish I could turn 25 every day! After a weekend like I just had, it makes waking up on a non-eventful Monday morning a harder-than-normal task. The weekend began with a 12:05am text message Friday morning, reminding me that for the last 5 minutes, I had been 25 years old. 25! I thought maybe it would affect me a bit more that I was no longer in my early twenties, but to be perfectly honest, I’m thrilled to be 25. I’ve made it through a quarter of a century of living. That’s pretty awesome considering about 200 years ago, I would be considered lucky if I lived to see my mid-twenties!

The rest of my Friday was followed by a number of phone calls (my favorite being the tearful conversation on my way to work), Facebook and Myspace messages, text messages, and flowers and presents at work. For lunch one of my managers treated me to Hectors, a Mexican favorite of mine, in honor of my birthday and that brought up the evening where I met my mom for a few hours of shopping at Mayfair Mall. I arrived home close to 8:00 where my dad had opened up a 25 year old bottle of wine and was waiting to toast in celebration. We toasted, sipped, and made sour faces as we realized you CAN over-age your red wine, but it was cool to be drinking a bottle of wine that was as old as me anyways! After a glass of wine, and some singing around my ice cream cake, I retreated to my room as I was exhausted after both a hard week at work, and an emotionally draining few days. I called it an early night, opting for a quiet night in and fell asleep around 10:00.

I awoke on Saturday bright and early and spent the morning hours running errands around Burlington and eagerly awaiting the arrival of 4:00 when I could begin getting ready for my birthday bash that evening. By 6:00 I was on my way to Milwaukee to meet Katie D. for some pre-party drinks at Kenadees.

My parents were the first of the guests to arrive with my friend Schiller following close behind. The five of us had a few drinks downstairs at the bar, then made our way to the upstairs loft that I had rented out for the evening. Within the next few hours the remainder of my dear friends trickled in and thanks to our private room we all had an opportunity to relax, drink outside of the crowd, and catch up.

After a few drinks us ladies got up and danced a little bit and then the party began winding down around midnight. Those still up for a little bit more headed to Buckhead Saloon for some end of the evening dancing and the night was laid to rest around 2:00 the next morning. I tucked in two very drunk Katie’s into their King sized Pfister hotel bed and drove my birthday butt home for some much needed sleep.

And that was it. Sunday brought about the end of my birthday week and I spent it hung over and tired. I don’t feel any older, but I can definitely tell that I’m getting older as my body takes much longer these days to recoup after a night of drinking.

But it was well worth it. I’d turn 25 again any day!

See the rest of the pictures HERE.

Should Have Been Spiderman FREE

Last night, brought my total number of movies I have walked out on in the theatre up to three:

1.) Magnolia
2.) Cats and Dogs

And as of last night

3.) Spiderman 3

You guys, it’s awful. So terrible in fact I couldn’t stand to sit in the movie theatre anymore. I’m not going to go into detail because I know this is one of those movies that you will see anyways, and I don’t want to ruin it for you. But know that you were warned by this blog.

Smells Are The Way to My Heart

I have a perfume obsession. I’m not sure why, but I do. It probably all stems back to my lack of commitment ability which inhibits me from even committing to a certain smell; which would explain my 34 bottles of perfume, and my 45 different boyfriends/girlfriends. Okay just kidding on that last part. On second thought, kidding on all of it. I don’t have commitment issues, I just like change…and perfume.

Last night my aunt provided me with perfume bottle number 35, Juicy Couture, to add to my already ridiculously large perfume collection. It’s a bit more floral-y than I normally wear (I’m a musk girl) but it smells clean and expensive. I like it! It’s quickly becoming one of my favorites. She also got me a really nice smelling candle (notice the trend here) and my aunt got me a nice card with my most favorite item…money =)

And why all the fuss do you ask? Why would all of these people go out of there way to get me some of my most favorite things on the planet?

Why because it’s my birthday week of course!!!! =) (Just in case you forgot)

The rest of the week isn’t as exciting. My mom and I are going apartment hunting tonight which I know is just going to stress me out more than anything and then we’ll possibly do dinner, which is sure to make any stress diminish almost immediately. I am very thankful that I have the ability to release stress and sadness through other therapeutic options outside of food because I feel as though I would be the “eater of my pain” if I didn’t. Food makes me feel so much better. Thankfully exercise and music makes me feel best =)

And now that this post is completely all over the place, I’m out!

It's My Birthday...Week

This week is my birthday week. Yes you heard me right, I said week. I’ll be 25!!! That’s a big deal!!! Birthdays have always been a big deal in my family, especially the milestones, and I hope it’s a tradition that I’ll carry forward on to my own kids someday! When I turned 5 I took all my friends (and my kindergarten teacher) to Showbiz pizza in Iowa for a big bash and for my 16th birthday I threw my first boy/girl party of my life (I know, I was a late bloomer). For my 18th (and my golden birthday) I rented out a hall and got a DJ for me and all of my friends. I spent my 21st in Las Vegas with my best friend Erin and my family and now the big 25 is roaring up behind me, and you better believe I plan on having a memorable quarter of a (personal) century birthday.

I am a firm believer, in the birthday week, as opposed to just birthDAY. Actually, I believe in the EVENT week. Weddings, graduations, bat mitzvah’s…whatever it is in your life that you look forward to at any particular moment, you should get a week to enjoy it…and make other people as well: a week of people being nicer to you, a week of talking about your special day as many times throughout that week as you feel is necessary, a week of presents (although we know that would never happen), but most importantly a week of celebration! Otherwise, it passes entirely too quickly if we don’t allow more time to enjoy it.

I have a number of different plans throughout the week: dinner tonight, birthday on Friday, and party on Saturday (even if I’m not exactly in the mood for such excitement). I also know for a fact that I’m annoying the ones around me as I say “Be nice, it’s my birthday week” or “I shouldn’t have to go to work because it’s my birthday week”. Yes, I am still a four year old when it comes to birthdays. No matter how much older I get, I still get super excited about turning one more year older and one more year closer to something exciting and absolutely unknown to me yet. I hope birthdays never lose their excitement and that no matter what happens in my life, I will continue to enjoy each and every moment that passes by me and appreciate, instead of dreading, the idea of turning one more year older.

Happy Birthday to me =)

A Not So Green Moment

Okay so I lied. I thought maybe I wouldn’t feel like posting for a while but the truth of the matter is, I’m a closed person the way it is. If I don’t at least blog about something, how will I release anything at all?!

I don’t have much to write about I guess.

I’m annoyed at the man this morning that I watched chuck his donut out his car window after taking one single bite out of it. I’m not kidding when I tell you that I almost got out of my car and chucked it back inside at him. But then I remembered where I work, and what neighborhood I was driving in…and who knows if he had a gun. So I quietly cursed him, gave him my “I hate you” dirty look and Tara’s imfamous “What the Fuck” hand, then drove away satisfied that I just ruined his day by making him feel aweful. But we all know none of my tactics affected him in any way. In fact, he probably went home and threw his soda can on the front lawn. But I like to think he went home and recycled.

On Hiatus

I am entirely too sad at the moment

Please don't be mad if I don't blog for a little while.

The End

Dirty Dancing, 20 Years Later

Just in case some of you weren’t aware, today is the 20th anniversary of the GREATEST movie ever made.

DIRTY DANCING!!!

In select theatres on May 1 and May 2 you can see this unforgettable movie on the big screen!! Oh yeah, you better believe a girl’s adventure to the theatre is in the works. Anyone want to go with us?

I am so flippin’ excited!!!