RIP Lily

I got back from Portland this evening and I was going to blog about my trip. But obviously life doesn't always turn out the way you plan it.

Tragedy struck my family this evening. Our beloved family pet died unexpectedly and words cannot describe how incredibly sad I am. I never knew it was possible to love a pet so much. It hurts very badly.

Her name was Lily and she was my family's love bird. We bought her as a baby a few years ago. This was not our first pet. We've had 14 rabbits and other birds (parakeets, finches, etc.) before, but we never got attached.



Lily was different. She was the smartest bird we have ever had. She had a huge personality and was almost like a dog. She sat with my parents at the dinner table and nibbled food off their plates and always tried to drink beer out of my mom's glass. (She loved beer). She knew who we were. The minute we would enter the house, she would start chirping and rush to the side of the cage where we were standing and hang on her perch upside down to make us laugh. She always demanded attention.

Most of her time was spent outside of the cage than inside. She loved to sit on our shoulders and walk up and down each staircase of the house. She always let us know what annoyed her. One time, I tried feeding her some bread she thought was disgusting so she jumped up on my shoulder and bit me on the ear.

For my parents, she was the center of their life. They talked about her constantly, played with her all the time, and if you didn't know any better, you would think she was their second kid. It always comforted me to know they had something like that in their life, since I'm not always around.

This evening, Lily was sitting on my mom's shoulder after we got back in from Portland. My mom was unpacking and not paying attention and accidentally slammed into a doorway. Lily smashed into the doorway too and fell to the ground. We think her neck broke. My mom held her and tried to comfort her while I tried to find the number for a vet. But it was too late. Lily passed away ten minutes later.

I am so devastated and my heart is breaking right now. I will never forget the look on Lily's face when we were holding her while she was dying. I could see the pain and she was so quiet. She was making soft little chirp noises, so different from her usual sound. It is the worst feeling in the world to be so helpless around someone you love when they need you the most. I wish there was something I could have done for her. I wish I could go back in time.

My mom feels worse than I do. She blames herself. But it wasn't her fault. It was an accident.

I just can't believe this has happened. I want it all to be a nightmare and to wake up tomorrow and find out Lily is okay.

But I can't and I won't.

I guess all I can do now is hope to stop crying.

Off to Oregon!

This afternoon my parents and I are heading to Portland for a almost a week, so it will be a while until my next post. My dad got one of his Masters degrees at Portland State University back in the '60s and this trip is basically for him to show off the campus and meet up with his old hippie college buddies. I'm also going to be visiting a friend there myself, which will be nice.

Portland is one of my favorite cities because it is so gorgeous and so green and so modern. Every time I'm out there, I feel motivated to go hiking or mountain climbing or bike-riding. And for a girl who wears dresses and heels just to go the grocery store, that is saying a LOT.

I'm leaving you with a few more outfits I wore this week. I have a really shitty digital camera, so I'm sorry the images came out poorly.

I hope everyone has a fab weekend and I look forward to reading your blogs when I get back!



Dress, Anthropologie; jacket, Ralph Lauren



Dress, Betsey Johnson; shoes, Jessica Simpson






Dress, Forever 21; scarf, no label (purchased at art festival); pin, vintage; purse, Kate Spade; shoes, DKNY

Happy birthday, Chanel

“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”

-Coco Chanel

Today would have been Coco Chanel's birthday. I highly suggest everyone take out a little No. 5 or Chance and spritz some on before heading out the door. Take some time to remember the women who changed fashion forever.

If you want to learn more about her, I highly, highly suggest this book. "Chanel and her World" has some amazing photos of Coco and truly is the best biography on her around right now.

You will learn everything you need to know about fabulousness, trust me. ;)

Anyway, even though I was feeling down the past week, I managed to take some photos of the outfits I have worn in the past few days.

Let me know what you think. :)




Pink shirt, H&M; white tank top, Express; jean shorts, Express; flip flops, White House/Black Market; bracelet, Forever 21.




Green shirt, Express; skirt, Missouri Bluffs; sandals, Jimmy Choo.




Black shirt, Express; skirt, White House/Black Market; shoes, Jimmy Choo.


Shameless plug: My best friend and I started a fashion blog a little while ago. Our latest post is about Etro. You can check it out here.

State Fair

This weekend I went with my parents to the state fair. Since I am so poor, they took my attendance as a wedding anniversary present. Haha.

Since I live in a big midwestern state, the fair is a pretty big deal around here. That makes it more fun, I think, because everyone is enthusiastic. Plus, it's huge.

We mostly saw animals, rode tractors, watched pig races, looked at artwork, and ate.

Oh, how we ate.

I'm suffering from a junk food hangover again. Things I consumed: elk jerky, fried green tomatoes, honey ice cream, cinnamon rolls, chili dog, and gummy bears. I am now 200 pounds. (Okay, not really, but I feel like it).

I am sharing some pictures I took.

Enjoy!

A bad week

I'm so sorry I've been absent from the blogging world these past few days. This week has been hell.

Ever since our giant lay offs from six months ago, I have been doing the job of four reporters and I think this week it finally caught up to me. Sigh.

On Wednesday, my work had a huge staff meeting downtown that told us the bad news (revenues for our newspaper are going down) and the good news (there are going to be no lay offs) and the bad news (every employee is getting a pay cut). It is so distressing, especially since I am one of the youngest reporters and I can barely pay my rent as it is now.

It has been so depressing. And then on Thursday, one of the reporters got his hands on a document that provides the salaries of every single employee and he shared it my section. There was a lot of blushing and giggling because as journalists we all make the equivalency of a bag of Doritos. But then the giggling turned into shock when we saw that our sports columnist (who writes one column a week) makes $500,000. Um, what the fuck. So here I am, working twelve hour days and weekends and freelancing to pay my measly rent on a one-bedroom and this GUY makes half a million...for what? Sitting on his couch on a Thursday afternoon, scratching himself, and popping out a sports column in two hours?

The injustice kills me.

Anyway, I could rant about that for hours, but I'll spare you.

Quick change of topic: My mom's birthday is today so at her party tonight I'm going to give her this fancy box of chocolates and note cards I recently won at an art gallery. But my parents' anniversary is this Sunday. I truly can't afford to buy anything for them, so was thinking I could make something...

Does anyone know what I could possibly make my parents for their anniversary (without looking like I'm five?). Or, does anyone know a very cheap gift I could get them (without looking tacky?). I'm torn.

Thanks...

I hope everyone else had a better week! xoxo

A picture says a thousand words...

A while ago, Ela at Extra Dressing On The Side asked her followers to play this fun little photo game.

You do the following:

1. Open your photos folder and select the 6th folder.
2. Select the 6th photo in that folder.
3. Post that photo, along with the story behind it.

Since I am using my old laptop from college, I figured I would have a good chance of choosing a crazy drunk Jenny picture. Jello shots, anyone? Instead, I ended up with this depressing snapshot.



This photo was taken a few years ago at my aunt’s house near Chicago. We were having a family get-together for some reason—Birthday? Wedding? Death? Who knows. All I remember is that the house was filled with babies. A lot of my cousins are married with children, so there were babies everywhere. Babies crawling, babies laughing, babies screaming, and babies pooping.

Unfortunately, I ended up holding the pooping one. This was quite unfortunate because I’m not the biggest fan of babies. I don’t know how to hold them properly and I freak out when they cry and I just don’t understand why everyone goes so gaga over them. I think they’re super cute, but that’s as far as my affection goes. Well, I was holding one of my cousin’s babies to be polite and it pooped all over my sun dress. So my cousin’s husband lent me his bathrobe. I spent the rest of the day wearing nothing else. It was awkward.

What kills me the most about this photo is that I’m so thin it. Somehow over the past three years, I have turned into a marshmallow version of myself.

I’m so depressed about this fact I want to stuff my mouth with chocolate.

Anyway, I ended up spending the whole morning today looking at all my old photos and I found a bunch of me dressed up like a witch. I thought they were funny.

Enjoy!

Another crazy night...and then some.

I am having such a bizarre weekend.

On Friday, Kerrie and I headed to the art district to see her friend's gallery. Instead, we ended up downing two bottles of champagne beforehand and whisking through the gallery with brisk compliments before crashing on a nearby curb.





We passed the time by eating dessert. (Well, I had strawberries and Kerrie had Virginia Slims).



Right when I was in the beginning stage of not knowing what the hell was going on, she dragged me to this reggae/hip-hop concert nearby. And then she dragged me on stage. We were the only ones dancing on stage (in front of a crowd of over 200) for almost an hour. It is literally the first time I have danced in public since high school. And one of the band members gave me the lei he was wearing before we left. So sweet.

An hour later we came across some hip hop musicians freestyling in the middle of the street. They held a dance contest and Kerrie and I faced off against a dozen other girls. The prize was a pair of panties from a local boutique. I ended up winning the panties and Kerrie came in second. We really should have been tied though because we both got the same number of cheers from the crowd.

As we were leaving, two hippie animal rights activists cornered us and tried to get us to save police horses from animal cruelty. After a few seconds it became apparent the guys were just interested in us. It ended with Kerrie hula-hooping in the street with the bearded hippie while the clean-shaven one asked me to be the new mother to his six-year-old son. He then kept begging me to get coffee with him sometime and attend some party in the scary part of town later that night (because I obviously want to get shot).

How do I get myself into these situations?

Saturday, hungover and dealing with nasty allergies, I went to a water park with my parents. The chlorine did not soothe the blisters on my feet which I had gotten from dancing all night in uncomfortable sandals. I also ended up getting sun burnt all over my face, chest, back, and arms. So, along with my allergies, I was pretty much a sneezing lobster all day long. Oh, and I spent most of my time at the water park on my cell because of a work emergency.

It was hell. I still feel like crap.

I'm hoping the rest of my weekend will be better. I just want some time to relax and recuperate before I go back to work on Monday.

I hope everyone else had an interesting weekend too. :)