Homesick...

is me.

I am usually lucky enough to go home once every 3-4 months. I haven't been home since December. You're thinking that was only 4ish months ago. I'm thinking that this year has been jam packed and it feels more like 8 months ago exactly.

If I was home in the Tejas right now I would be...

Lunching here:


2nd lunching here:


Dinnering here:

2nd dinnering here:


Hugging these two muffins:


And smelling freshly cut grass:


You're thinking that it's warm outside and I will smell freshly cut grass soon enough. I'm thinking it's Cubs season and once the landscapers start coming out to plant new and replace everything that died over the winter, there will also be brand new puke and beer smells thanks to the Cubs and my proximity to their stadium.

Whew. Run-on sentence.

See? That's why I want to be there. No offense Chicago.

This post has made me realize how hungry I am. Just in general. I'm really hungry right now.

The Wire

I love the Wire. Actually love it. I started Season 5 this week. I am running a variety emotions right now. Excited to start a new season, anxious to find out how it ends, so sad that is going to end and terrified of what I will have to watch when it's through. No show can compare.


I mean, seriously. If Hollywood would make mores shows of this quality no one would want to watch reality television. Actors would have work again! A lot if it! I can only dream of being a part of something this well made, well produced, well written, well acted, well directed...I'm gushing. Forgive me.

If you're someone that hasn't watched The Wire yet and you are sick and tired of hearing or reading about people who love it so much, don't get bitter. Take next Monday off, rent the first season, and sit at home. I'm telling you. You'll get it. Promise.

Who's that girl...

...listening to Britney Spears at her desk, not ashamed?

...deciding how to divey up the three cupcakes she brought to work today?

...obsessively thinking about where she could hide her half-finished crossword on her desk instead of in her purse so it's easier to finish?

...counting down the seconds until she leaves for lunch with the bf?

...noticing a really funny taste in her mouth after taking a sip of the water from the office "cooler?"

...realizing that although she appreciates the free treats her co-worker brings her, she doesn't like eating pop-tarts because they make her feel dirty and processed?

...running through audition scenarios in her head that involve walking in and finding Meryl Streep is in the room to read across from her?

...sniffling every thirty seconds because something makes her nose stuffy all day long and she is convinced horrible deadly mold is growing in the walls around her?

...making up things to type on her blog while looking really really deep in thought as if work is really hard and she needs to concentrate hard-like?

Oh, it's me.

Typical thoughts at noon on a Monday.

BurgerQuest Update - Bad Apple

A couple of weeks ago my parents were in town and John and I took them to one of our BurgerQuest locations, The Bad Apple. Here's the thing. The Bad Apple is really good. We had fried cheese curds as an appetizer and they were AWESOME. There were so many delicious looking things on the menu. The burger? Not so much. We ordered their version of the regular cheeseburger which had Provolone instead of American or Cheddar (I capitalize cheeses).


The bun was eh, the cheese wasn't very tasty, the meat was dryish and tasty in other parts. The fries were good, but I made a giant mistake. I ordered the truffle fries to be "different." Big mistake. I'm not joking, my stomach was messed up for 2 days. I don't know if it was the truffle oil, maybe it was rotten (is that possible???) or the fries themselves. I had some of John's fries and they tasted fine. Mine continued to taste for several days (sorry, graphic but true).

I want to go back to the Bad Apple and NOT order a burger. I am looking at their website and they claim to have won the Best Burger in Chicago award. That critic was drunk or hungover. Or maybe we got old meat. Either way, next time I'm ordering a yummy sandwhich and a variety of appetizers. NOT a burger. Did I mention I wouldn't order a burger there?

Obligatory eating shots:


Sorry, no shots of the Wilbanks folks eating with us. But they were there. And they had so much fun. Seriously, we all agreed that this was a good place to eat unless you wanted a really good cheeseburger. Then you should go to Five Guys. They are still the front runners after the 4 places we've been. I promise to update on the rest of the places soon.

Spotted:

A 20-something emoish adult male at the workplace wearing the blue and green delias ski jacket I purchased in the 7th grade. Who knew I had the taste of a 21st century 20-something emoish adult male at the age of 13?

I have google searched and google searched a total of two times (no more because I'm feeling rather lazy about google searches today) and could not find a picture of the jacket. Instead you will have look at this picture of my adorable niece at snack time.


Your heart just melted like a popsicle in summertime. Side note: She picked that shirt out of her closet all by herself today. She has good taste, huh?

Laura Linney

She's great. This show looks great. Oh Showtime, why do you cost extra?

Did a little Imdb search and the writer is a woman named Darlene Hunt. She has a lot of acting and several writing credits to her name. I recognize her. One of those awesome character actors who can make a living without calling the paparazzi in order to raise awareness of her fame in order to book roles. She actually auditioned and probably still does.

The relationship with the brother looks super interesting. His name is John Benhamin Hickey and he's from, PLANO, TX. That's the school district where my mom teaches. My parents live in the town next door to the south. Texas represent.

Ummmm...yay for woman actor/writers, yay for Texans, yay for Laura Linney AND Oliver Platt. Yay. Now I will patiently wait for it to come out on DVD...or my mom to record it onto a DVD...or something.

Admitting My Mistake, Possibly, I Don't Know

After all my paint wishy washy-ness I ended up with this color. I think I hate it. I also think I love it. So basically I'm still in a state of paint wishy washy-ness.

Sometimes the wall looks orange, sometimes it looks red, sometimes it looks hot pink. I really wanted to do some sort of aqua/turquoise color or black (click here for how cool a black wall can be) but I thought that would clash with the ugly slate (not the black so much, but the turquoise yes). As much as I would love to re-tile the fireplace (read:fun project!), I don't want to sink a lot of money and time into this place. Let's face it, it's a studio and I will sell it someday or at least move out and rent it to someone at some point when I'm 40 and can afford it (slightly kidding about the age there, slightly).

Huh. I just don't know if I like it or if I don't like. That probably means I don't like it. I've already found a color I would change it too.

The weird thing? John likes it. I thought he would hate it. His opinion is important to me, of course, but I am the one who actually lives here so it's more important how I feel about it.

Which, again, I don't know how I feel about it.

Huh.