Honter Ponters?

me: mmhmm. what would ann say about you being at the hong kong this evening.

in a dress that flies over your head with a puff of wind.

Beth: with inapprop honter ponters on 

for shame

me: what are honter ponters?

Beth: underpants 

me: who says that

what is that?!

Beth: according to my aunt. there was a song and everything

me: stop it

i'm giggling

Beth: it's true

i'll sing to you when we're not in a class with 100 of our closest buddies

When I learn how to record audio... I will post this song.  I need to know how to sing this song, and I needed to know yesterday.

A Post-Chicago Post, a month later...

(Written as if it were August 8th.  Pretend, people!)

I’m back and I’m not happy about it.

I also just realized that I’m running a 10K this weekend. In the past two weeks, I have run one mile. Over the past weekend, I consumed Deep Dish Pizza, taco pizza, bagfuls of the most delicious cheesy popcorn, goat cheese whipped mash potatoes, more wedding cake than I think we should talk about, and various fried delights. But here’s a pic from my one mile run…

That's not Boston!

Thoughts:

Southwest isn’t as awesome as everyone says it is. Caveat – maybe it’s just cuz I don’t know how to do it, and I kept forgetting to check in until I’m the last one on the plane. If you’re gonna have your own freaky-deaky system, I’m gonna need some explanation. Especially if I, like the rest of the travelling population, kill time by having a beer at the airport. Let’s up the confusion factor some more by wearing my iPod wherever I go and not realizing that there are numbered pillars against the wall and that we don’t board when the section letter printed on our boarding pass is called. Whatever, fruity flight attendant man, I don’t need a lecture on cutting the line. What I need is a uniform system, kind of like the one the rest of the world uses. I also like buying plane tickets and picking my seat; I honestly probably wouldn’t buy the dumb ticket if I had to sit in the middle. I’d wake up earlier or take a different flight. So maybe, now that I know all of this about Southwest, it would be fine next go-round, but I just wasn’t in LOVE like I was expecting to be. I missed you, Jetblue.

The Cubs are as awesome as everyone says. Wrigley is so cool – with the houses around the outfield actually peering into the stadium, and having extra seating built onto their roofs. When I move to Chicago, I’m living here:

My new house!

Also, I learned this song and had it stuck in my head all weekend. And every bar plays it when the game lets out (possibly only when they win?)



AND I debated all weekend about which Cubs shirt I wanted (there’s a real push for this North Side vs. South Side shirt thing for Cubs v. White Sox, but honestly… nobody’s gonna get that in the 207. I barely got it and I was  on the North Side at the time).  Apparently there's a Spanish division of Cubs supporters, and so I am looking for a Los Cubs shirt.  Combines everything I love.

Anyway.  Thank you to my Chicago friends for making my brief law school summer vacation baller. I love you Moo, Smack, and Charity, (and Paps for bein' a friend!).

The Windy City

me:  what is flute
Ashley:  http://www.google.com/imgres?q=flute&um=1&hl=en&client=browser-rockmelt&sa=N&channel=omniboxsourceid%3Dchrome&tbm=isch&tbnid=vecbipelBio24M:&imgrefurl=http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html&docid=_ZxB94BCKt0X9M&w=750&h=600&ei=A645To_dGKqGsgLYpWw&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=223&page=1&tbnh=159&tbnw=197&start=0&ndsp=15&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&tx=98&ty=86&biw=1236&bih=707
or
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flute
Ashley's new status message - Kaitlyn: what is flute 4:23 PM

Never mind that her gchat status is "good for me, flute is the new black".  Whatever, Smash, I'll fight you this weekend...

because now this is happening:

If you notice, I'm on a boat (!!).  Props to Al-pal for this gorgeous depiction of the weekend to come.

I'm going to CHICAGO for a wedding, which will include a Cubs Game, a beautiful ceremony, a beeeeach, and more dancing and laughing than my abs are prepared to handle.  Both dresses came in this morning (just in the nick of time), and a quick vote of the office has every male coworker voting purple.  Perhaps I'll quick change and do the navy for the ceremony and purple for the reception? 

I am SO excited to see my girl friends.  When I'm not scheming about how to get them to fall in love with men from Boston and move back to me, I'm looking into trips to see them.  And scheming of ways that we we can just play weird dress up and yell Mike Jones and look for dimes...

Yes, in fact, that is a dime.  Don't forget your change purse when you dance with us.  Also, my dad likes this song.  I digress.  I'll be looking for a dime like it's 2006 until further notice.

Mike Jonnnnnnnnnnnnnnes!

Honesty and the Interwebs

I read a lot of health bloggers, including Caitlin of Healthy Tipping Point.  She's fun, I've re-posted her blog links and videos a bunch of times, and I just love her positivity and overall do-gooder mentality.  She's so honest about the good and the bad in a way that I don't think I could ever be on the internet.  She bares her soul everyday, and I give her major kudos for opening herself up to a world of criticism. 

So my comments should be taken with love from a huge fan.

http://www.healthytippingpoint.com/2011/07/green-your-period.html
This made me spit out my coffee and I wasn't even drinking any, to quote El Pres. 

I'm super bad at being a girl, so these statistics about landfills and pollution... oh my.  It's terrifying how much waste I alone will likely produce in my lifetime, and lumping me in with some 52% is staggering.  There's always room for improvement with greening the world, so why not look at these practices that no one really wants to discuss.

But what really creeps me out is this dye stuff.  Honestly, does it matter what color the tampon is?  Does anyone care about this?   If we cared about the color of our tampons, we probably wouldn't be using them to bleed on, no?  I'm much more concerned about my health in the long run, and if someone else wants to spearhead the movement to make tampons not give me cancer (mostly because it kind of icks me out to talk about them too much), I'll be your silent supporter.

But this Diva Cup.  The irony of slapping DIVA on something so personal and messy is not lost on me here.  I feel like this is the Model T of greening your period.  I've never been an early adopter and I'll gladly wait until we're talking about the family sedan of the 50's, built for comfort and ease before I jump on any such BPA-free pooling cup, cancer be damned.  I am from Maine, but I'm a weeeee bit too republican for this.

And now for a real life reaction from a best:

#1: ok

here's my thing
i do not want someone making me feel guilty for using tampons b/c of the environment
the health aspect i will read
but i'm sorry - i am not going to start washing out reusable pads b/c landfills are full of tampons - i'll just come over to your house you hippie and sit on your white couch and then we can talk about how my tampons are ruining the earth
is she f@#%$ kidding with this f@#%$# cup
me: hahahahahaha
#1: dude i want to write her a f@#% rageful email and just be like get real friends and live in the real world for a week
then talk to them about the f$^% diva cup and lady diapers and see what happens

My friends are awesome.