Things Girls Say...

Last week while in my office, I began working on a video project to use for recruitment purposes and I was having difficulty getting the clips to import into iMovie.  There happened to be a student working in the mail room (which is located next to my office).  I figured he would be more tech savvy than I, so I ask, "Hey, can you do me a favor?  I need help with my computer..."  His response?  He showed me this video:

As much as I didn't want to admit it, a few of those phrases come out of my mouth on  a daily basis.  I guess I just fit into the gender norms on this one.  As do, according to this, many other American women.  How do we as a collective pick up these sayings?  Is this from the media?  I know I typically ask... "can you do me a favor?" as a nice way of prefacing something rather than using a command statement.  Yet, this clip makes a good point - we've been gendered to speak in a particular way and reflecting upon it, I'm not sure if I'm proud or embarrassed that sometimes I speak in this fashion.  Regardless, this clip does a decent job encompassing the things girls say... because I know I'm not the only one who uses these phrases, it was through observations of a number of women that this video had to be created in the first place.

A Festivus Miracle

Today, December 23rd, many Americans celebrate the holiday of Festivus.  On this day, many celebrate the traditions of the airing of the grievences as well as wresling the host after the Fesitivus Feast.  For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about - check out the link above.  Or watch some Sienfeld.

Festivus is also marked with many miracles... or things that are totally ordinary on any other day, but because it takes place on Festivus, it's a mircle.  I witnessed one of these miracles today and I thought it was important to share.  As my father and I were at the check out counter at our local market, the man in front of us experienced some difficultly having his credit card swiped.  After multiple cleanings of the magnetic strip by the check-out lady, who very much so reminded me of the Target Lady, made the sign of the cross (no joke - I am in Western Michigan right now, ya know) to the register and behold - the transaction went through!  It truly was a Festivus miralce!

One Tiny Detail Can Change It All

The other day, out of the blue, I received a text message from my best friend that stated, "I wish Sirius and Lupin killed Peter Pettigrew.  Then Sirius would of been a free man.  Would of been more interesting and less frustrating."  


For those of you who have no idea what she was referencing, I suggest you look into reading the Harry Potter Series.  For those who know what I'm talking about - doesn't that short message say a lot?  For many of us, Harry Potter was a huge piece of our childhood.  I know that I for one re-read the series at the very least 5 times.  And although these characters are just that, fictional, I can't help but to think of how such a small detail could have changed the course of the series.  Now, for those of you familiar with the story line - I know that if this did happen, then He Who Must Not Be Named would have never been fully brought back and the looming thought of his return could have lasted much longer than Harry's 7 years at Hogwarts.


This message got me thinking - how many times could one little detail change the course of something already set in motion?  Just some food for thought. I know we can never change what has happened, but it is important to know the power of our choice.  As in the case of Harry Potter, it could have changed the story line in a very important way.  And all because of a choice.

Really Wisconsin? Say yes to Michigan.

As many of you know, I am a Pure Michigan enthusiast.  I love going home to Grand Rapids and exploring downtown, or love taking a trip to the shores of Lake Michigan to spend some time walking the sand dunes.  It's pure heaven.  I mean, who doesn't want to hang out in a state shaped like a mitten?


So, when I was informed that my current state of Wisconsin wanted to steal the mitten idea for their latest winter tourism campaign, I was a bit upset.  Note: If you have no idea what I'm talking about, look at the above map of Wisconsin compared to that of Michigan, they look nothing alike.  A short while after I moved here, a friend of mine (born and raised in WI) tried to explain where something was using her hand.  I was a bit confused as often times I too use the hand - to form a mitten of course - to display where I'm from.  When I told her about this tourism campaign she said - oh no, WI is not shaped like a mitten, more like a hand.  At least she somewhat agrees with me on this one.  And even though she agrees... I just don't see the hand - do you?


I can't help but to be proud of where I'm from and if we can't get the title of warmest state (temperature wise, of course - this is the Midwest after all), or the state filled with the most celebrities (I think California wins that one by a landslide - get it?  It's punny.).  So, I just say - say yes to Michigan and let us take complete ownership over the Mitten.

Brand Loyalty

Pepsi or Coke?  Walgreens or CVS?  Jimmy Johns or Subway?  Papa Johns or Pizza Hut?  McDonalds or Burger King? Gap or Urban? Starbucks or is there anything else? 


Every day we're given choices of pretty much the same product.  Yet, time and time again, we choose one over the other. Why?  I argue that those working in marketing have done their job - I'm loyal to the products in which they have advertised.  And I really can't choose otherwise.  If asked why I choose one over the other... I just can't.  I feel like my typical answer is somewhere along the line of... "I just like it."  Marketing firms have done their job so well, I don't think I can properly think for myself.  And that's what I call brand loyalty to the max.


Tonight, I stopped over to my friend's apartment to quickly chat about life.  The X factor was playing on TV and the judges were each drinking out of Pepsi cups.  Even if they weren't drinking Pepsi, I bet a few people will pick up a two liter.  The power of advertising.


We started talking about bran loyalty and how it controls what we as consumers choose to purchase or even choose to shop.  This made me pose the question of where would they rather go - CVS or Walgreens.  Their response: CVS.  My response: Walgreens.  I can't tell you why, but I prefer 9 times out of 10 to shop at that establishment.  When I asked my friends they said they thought they could get better deals over the competitor.  In addition, one of them stated that their old apartment had both a Walgreens and a CVS nearby.  The CVS was right across the street, whereas the Walgreens was two streets over and you had to walk through a parking lot.  And by two streets, I mean where two streets merge together, not two blocks (for those of you who know MKE - I'm referring to the spot on Brady and Farwell).  Now, that's American.

Taking It Back Tuesday...

Let's take it back to 1999.  Life was simpler then, right? A time where we believed in Y2K and overplayed one of Prince's greatest greatest hits.


As I was standing at the corner of 16th and Wisconsin, anticipating a light change to cross the street to head to the gym, I was passed by a bus that in large letters along the side was the name "CLEOPATRA."  And although many of you may have begun to think of the woman Elizabeth Taylor once portrayed on the big screen, I happened to get carried back to 1999.  Some of you may already know this about me, but I tend to operate through music.  At times in conversation, I may hear something and it reminds me of a song lyric - sometimes to to point that I start singing.  So, when I read the name, my mind immediately went to a song by the 90s female British R&B group Cleopatra.  That's right, three pre-teen sisters singing a song called Cleopatra's Theme where they even, multiple times, spell out Cleopatra.  Wow, what a song.


To give you a better idea of what I'm talking about, why don't you too go back to 1999 and check out this hidden gem of a song:

Mass Texts

This weekend clearly marked the beginning of the holiday season with Thanksgiving and of course, Black Friday.  Thanksgiving is often marked by informing those you love that you're thankful for them and the relationship in which you share.  I was actually unable to make it home for this year's celebration of giving thanks, but was fortunate to spend the weekend with friends I consider to be family.  For those who I was unable to spend the actual day with, but wanted to inform them that I was thinking of them, I utilized technology through skype and text.

And although I utilized technology, there is one thing I did not do: send out a mass text message to my entire phone book.  Now, some of the mass texts I received or my friend received on the holiday were fairly creative or very nice.  However, some of them that I received were from people I don't even talk to anymore OR numbers I no longer have saved in my phone.  Following the holiday, my phone buzzed to inform I had a new text.  It was from a number I didn't know and it asked who I was so they could add me to their phone.  Not knowing who I was speaking with, I asked for their name - which after their reveal, had NO clue who this individual was.... she then texted shortly thereafter and told me she assumed those in a mass text she received were also her acquaintances.  Not the case. 

So, why is it that people choose to send a mass text to their entire phone book on holidays?  I can understand going through and letting those few individuals know, but is it necessary to go all out?  I'm not saying don't be nice to people and I for one did enjoy the very creative texts in my inbox...  I guess what I'm saying is it's OK to not reach out to everyone you know on a holiday.  I'm not going to be upset because I didn't hear from people I never talk to on a day I want to spend with my closest friends and family and I would assume many others would feel the same way.  So, just know, I won't be offended if you don't send me a text on Christmas.  Chances are, I'll be singing carols and drinking hot cocoa.

Indie Music and Hipster Staches

After the summer of 2010, I realized something.... I left my heart in San Francisco.  So naturally, I had to come back to the city by the Bay.  When I was out here last summer, I wanted so very badly to attend some shows in the city.  I was able to go, but due to the CalTrain schedule, was unable to see the show in its entirety.  This trip was going to be different.

Last night, we were fortunate to score tickets to the Blind Pilot show.  If you have no idea who this is, please check them out.  They are a great and if you like what you hear of their recordings, imagine it being that much better live.  

To couple this amazing music experience, I was surrounded by my favorite counter-culture throughout the entirety of the evening, hipsters.  We saw a fair variety of mustaches and thick rimmed glasses.  Folks were enjoying cheap adult beverages and were wearing a good amount of flannel.  I pretty much was in hipster heaven.

To top the evening off, Blind Pilot decided to give an encore where on their last song, came off the stage, had the audience sit on the floor and without microphones or anything fancy sang this tune: 3 Rounds and a Sound.

What an amazing way to end a night in the city.  And it's moments like this where I hold firm to thinking San Francisco is the greatest American City.

Zombies, Lady Gaga, and Harry Potter, Oh My!

What do these three things have in common?  Well...they are popular Halloween costumes that happen to grace college campuses across the nation.  The history of Halloween dates back as early as the Romans - it wasn't until the 16th century that the actual name "Halloween" was used to describe the day before all saints day.  It's interesting to think the tradition of Halloween has gone from a celebration of one night to a multi-day celebration.  Honestly, it's one of the few holidays that is celebrated beyond the day.  Or in the case this year, before the day.  

Working on a college campus, I get to witness Halloween, not just on October 31st, but have witnessed students adorned in costume Thursday, Friday, and now Saturday evening.  And let me tell you - these students are creative.  Different costumes every night.  Now that's what I call dedication.  I'm always impressed with those who have immense creativity when it comes to their costume - I would say the most creative I've been in recent times was when my college roommates decided we would be a flock of sheep.  Many glue gun sticks and pillow stuffing bags later, we had a flock of 6 sheep.  Clean up around our apartment was not easy - stuffing was found moths following the holiday.

Although Halloween may receive a reputation for the older crowd as being a time to go out and socialize with friends - I find it to be an opportunity to exercise one's creativity.  As a kid, I dressed up on the reg.  We wore old dresses belonging to our mothers and often times put on dance costumes from our most recent recital.  Halloween brings that excitement back for everyone and I for one, am all about expressing creativity.

Pumpkins, Apple Cider, and Crunchy Leaves

That's right, folks.  It's that time of year again, Fall is here and is in full swing.  The weather we've been having here in Milwaukee has been a bit odd - cold one day, sunny the next.  Yet, the signs that Fall has arrived are present - the trees have begun to loose their leaves, apple cider is in abundance on grocery store shelves, and farmer's markets are no longer stocked with berries, but with pumpkins and gourds. 

Just the other evening, I was walking with a friend to grab some coffee at a local establishment on the East Side.  As she and I were walking toward the shop - we took a moment to take it in - the crisp, fall air.  Nothing's better than this smell - it's the smell that reminds me of trick or treating and high school football games.  It's the best smell that is only heightened as you trample on crunchy leaves.

And this leads to the best part about Fall: the beginning of the holiday season.  The countdown has begun for some of the most entertaining bits of fall - Halloween and Thanksgiving.  And nothing screams, That's American, more than Halloween or Thanksgiving... unless you want to count NASCAR, or the Super Bowl.

7 Minutes in Heaven

I know what you're thinking... get your mind out of the gutter.  This post is not about the actual game "7 Minutes in Heaven."  And even if I have played the game before... I've never been one to kiss and tell...


The purpose of this post is to put blast on a great YouTube series titled "7 Minutes in Heaven with Mike O'Brien."  My guess is that this Mike O'Brien character works for SNL and that's how he gets the sweet hook up... But this show is essentially an interview show where he chats with celebrities in a closet.  Talk about an awkward space where the truth comes out.  And with it being titled "7 Minutes in Heaven" there is of course an awkward kiss at the end of the interview... 


This past weekend, I was fortunate enough to get to see my best friend in the great city of Columbus, OH.  Unfortunately, my best friend and I felt a little under the weather, so instead of going out on the town, we spent a good chunk of Saturday night watching these interviews.  So now that I've talked them up, I encourage you to see for yourself... Enjoy.

Wait, don't you have that on DVD?

This evening marked the first time in a long while that I've watched some TV after getting home from work. As I was flipping through the channels, I couldn't help but be excited to see a preview for Titanic to play on ABC Family this upcoming weekend.  Although I would never outright say that Titanic is my all time favorite movie, I will admit that I do consider it a guilty pleasure.  So, like any guilty pleasure, I just can't get enough of it, especially when it's on TV.  And even though I own Titanic, I rarely watch my copy.   Yet, when I'm flipping through the channels and stumble upon it, I can't help but watch.

Let me explain further - in my family I grew up on the Star Wars trilogy.  I mean, who doesn't love an action film set in space that combines a bit of romance?  So, likewise, whenever this was on TV, we had to watch the show.  This drove my mother crazy.  She always said, "don't you have that on DVD?" And although the answer was always yes, I can't help but watch when Spike decides not only to show the original trilogy, BUT also the prequels.  

Maybe I like to watch because I do actually enjoy the story line.  Partially, however, I feel as though, in typical American fashion, I'm too lazy to get off my behind and put the movie in... I mean, it's already playing for me... and my couch is just so comfy...

So, although I don't plan on watching Titanic soon, I will probably watch it when it's on TV.  Seems like an odd statement, I know, as the 3.5 hour movie suddenly becomes an entire afternoon.  But I can't help but to love the end of the movie when Rose goes back to the ship after she passes...you know the scene at the very end at the staircase... gets me every time.  I once was asked why I loved that final scene so much and I responded that I love the thought that for her entire life, getting married and even having a family, she still felt Jack to be the love of her life.  Then, the other responded, "sure she did, she knew him for two days, in her eyes, he's perfect."  Touche'.  That doesn't mean I won't watch it on the tube.  Once a guilty pleasure, always a guilty pleasure.

Rock the Green

Being green and sustainable is the right thing to do, right?  When I spent last summer in northern California, I became accustomed to a lifestyle where I frequently rode my bike and separated trash from food to be later composted.  When I got back to the Midwest, I realized how a good chunk of the country does not practice these simple ways to reduce one's carbon footprint.  That is, until today.

Earlier in the week, one of my RAs told me about a day long music festival called Rock the Green to be hosted on a Sunday afternoon in Milwaukee's Veteran's Park.  The festival not only focused on increasing awareness on how to be more sustainable, but featured artists like Michelle Branch, The Fray, and my personal favorite - Ben Folds.  

Although the day was a bit chilly and included a good bought of rain, it couldn't have been a more perfect end to my weekend.  Maybe it's a little lofty to think that having compost receptacles at a concert venue will turn the residents of Milwaukee into more mindful citizens.... nevertheless, I appreciated the idea of it.  

The weather itself was a bit 'under the weather' - but this allowed me to selfishly get close to the stage to view my favorite artist perform.  Once again, Ben Folds delivered an amazing show, even though the rain caused him to sing a few songs acapella as the piano had to be covered with a tarp.  Some would say a rainy show makes for a bad show - instead, my friends and I danced, enjoyed the rain, and rocked out on the green.

Since When Do Fortune Cookies Give Advice?

Tonight, a friend swung by my office and asked if I wanted a bite to eat.  Considering it was dinner time, I said OK.  After a few moments of debating where to eat, we decided to head to the East Side of town for what my friend claimed to be the best Thai food in Milwaukee.

The food indeed was delicious and I was very much impressed.  As the meal came to a close, we were given fortune cookies - which has become almost an expectation when dining in an Americanized Thai or Chinese restaurant.  I know that I personally look forward to the moment where my "dessert" tells me what to expect in the coming days, weeks, or years.  Side Note: I looked it up, and it seems that the history of the fortune cookie in the United States started around the 1890s in San Francisco, which makes total sense due to the large immigrant population coming from Asia.  These cookies were a slight modification to a traditional Japanese cookie.  

So, basically, what I'm trying to say is, the concept of a fortune cookie has been along for quite some time.  And the concept is simple: eat a cookie, read a fortune.  It's really self explanatory in the title.  I don't know if these companies have given up on thinking of fun fortunes to print for their cookies, or maybe they've just become complacent.  My cookie today did not give me a fortune, rather, it told me to consider dressing in a new style.  For those of you that know me well, I love hipsters.  So, I thought, maybe the cookie was hinting that my new style would be hipster-like.  But I consider that to be a slant fortune - not really a fortune, but kinda almost one.  I felt like it was more of an advice giver.  Or maybe a hint I need a new wardrobe - and no, Stacey and Clinton were not at this Thai restaurant to surprise me with $5,000 for a new wardrobe.

What I think would be great is if these cookie companies got really creative with their fortunes... like: "You will find $50 on the street and then can really end your story, 'And then I found $50.'", or "You will buy 7 hamsters in the next week and name them after the characters of Snow White."  Who knows.  The sky's the limit.  Seriously.

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Although today's post title may make you think of the holiday season - I beg to differ.  The time of year I'm referring to is the start of a new school year.  And although I cherish summer... the reason I went into Higher Education was to work with college students, not just on a college campus.  

Today marked first-year student move-in at Marquette.  I've worked at multiple institutions and been present at various hall openings, but have found common themes woven throughout... Every first-year students is a bit nervous about their upcoming new chapter in life, parents are anxious about leaving their child, and campus administrators and student leaders are excited and enthusiastic, welcoming students with open arms.

So although I know this means I'm back to managing crisis and longer work days - I can't help but to think how the positives outweigh it all.  I had a student from a previous institution today mention how something I told him is serving as his backbone of belief.  What a powerful statement.  It's messages like these that make me remember why I went into this field, why I love my job, and why I just love this time of year.

Who Run the World (Girls)

I think this world is in some serious need of some strong independent women, or as a friend of mine puts it, an SIW.  Not saying they don't exist, but I think they need to come out of the woodwork or something.

One of my best friends called me a while back and told me to write a blog about being an independent woman.  At the time, I had no idea what that really meant or what I would write about.  I imagined that it would turn into a Carrie Bradshaw like column.  And although I can appreciate Sex and the City and often draw parallels to my own life, I didn't want to be unoriginal.

I guess as of late, I've been hearing or witnessing far too many stories about women who rely on men to create their happiness.  I recently heard of someone going on a first date and the woman telling him she loved him. Really?  On a first date?  Let's be serious - on a first date, you typically don't know the person well enough to make judgment about anything, especially love.  These women I think in some manner have not found total happiness in their own life and are looking for someone to fill in this void.  Ladies, you should be happy with you - and at the end of the day, you are you're own best friend.  Enjoy your life.  Don't settle for less than greatness.  And it's OK to be OK with being single.  It's crazy how much someone can learn about themselves.  Then, when you least expect it, you could find someone who you can be co-pendent with, not dependent.

And to give you some inspiration to be an SIW, who better than Beyonce'?

Hello... The Book of Mormon

I have mentioned it before and I will say it again.  I love musicals.  Like, really, really love them.  And with it being showtune Sunday (the best day of the week), I thought it would be appropriate to discuss my favorite topic.  

Can you imagine if life really were like a musical?  Breaking into song whenever you felt like explaining how you feel... Sounds pretty perfect to me.  But, alas, in real life, this is not possible - as they would put it in the show The Drowsy Chaperone, in real life, the only people that break out into song at any moment are the hopelessly deranged and Zac Efron. <Sigh>.

I don't know about you other musical lovers out there, but when I start listening to a new show, it gets put on repeat. For example, throughout a majority of the spring and summer, I was non-stop listening to Spring Awakening.  (Side note: It's a great music to listen to while at work.)  

My latest obsession: The Book of Mormon.  When the show opened, one of my closest friends was able to see it on Boradway.  He couldn't stop raving about it - I knew if he loved it, I would too.  And boy, do I love it.  And the critics love it too - at the 2011 Tony's, The Book of Mormon was an extremely popular show, winning numerous awards. And although I too appreciated the show, it wasn't until this past week that I really began to listen to it.  And I just can't stop.

For those who claim to not like musicals - consider this show.  Here's my thought process as to why you should consider: Many Americans love South Park.  The creators of this TV phenomenon wrote this musical.  Americans always say things about the Mormon religion.  This is an opportunity to learn more about it and poke fun at it at the same time.

The story line itself follows a man name Elder Price as he is sent to Uganda to convert people to Mormonism.  The songs are just brilliant.  I don't have to use my written word to convince you- watch the Tony Award performance.  It provides an amazing glimpse into the production.  Enjoy.

98 Degrees and Rising...

For those of you who think this post refers to the recent heat wave seen across the country, you are surely mistaken.  The title of this post actually is the name of former boy band 98 Degrees' album.  I felt like a shout out was in order.

Typically, when I get ready in the morning, I like to listen to music or sing.  Somehow, a memory came to me of when I was about 12 years old.  It was the grand opening of this mall called Mackey's World right in downtown Grand Rapids.  My mom, sister, and I headed down to the opening, and found out there would be a performance by a group called 98 Degrees.  I was so excited, even though I had no clue who they were.  The only hit they had out was Invisible Man.  After that moment, I was hooked on all things boy band. In the next year or two I saw both 98 Degrees and NSYNC twice on the stage.  (Side note: I wasn't a big BSB fan - although I could appreciate them.  And although this is way past the popular days of NKOTB, I had a pillow case with their faces on it that I can distinctly remember.)

So, in honor of 98 Degrees, I thought I'd dedicate this Thursday to their first single, Invisible Man.  Enjoy.

The Brew Crew

There is something about sporting events that really rally people together.  And I like it. 

I remember when I decided to head to Ohio State, I got a lot of flack from Michigan fans about football.  Before heading to Columbus, I would defend my soon-to-be graduate school, but didn't fully understand the Buckeye traditions until I stepped foot onto campus.  I instantly fell in love with Hang on Sloopy, Carmen Ohio and other football traditions like Script Ohio... I instantly became a Buckeye.

So, when I moved to Milwaukee (now a month ago), I was hoping to feel some sort of connection to the community.  I've done a decent job getting to know the city and attending various events, but hadn't ventured over to Miller Park to watch the Brewers play... until this past Friday.  Many of my co-workers and some friends had told me of the beauty and excitement that is Miller Park.  I will admit that maybe I was a little doubtful.  No offense to the sport, I've never been very good at baseball and watching it on TV just can't compare to being in the stadium.

Some friends came up this past weekend from Ohio and we ventured together to watch the Brewers.  We started our evening downtown and took a shuttle to the stadium - on the ride over, we met some Brits who were on their last leg of touring America.  They started in Chicago, made their way west to SF, LA, NOLA, Vegas, back to Chi, and ended in MKE.  For those of you who don't already know, MKE was recently rated in the top 5 most underrated cities in the US - these men must have gotten the memo and wanted to check it out!

So, we head to the game and it was an absolute blast!  I think my favorite part had to be Take Me Out to the Ballgame followed by Roll Out the Barrel.  What can I say? I love to polka!  And also, I love the mascot, Bernie.  He has a sweet handlebar mustache and it's kind of hipster - which makes my day.  After an exciting win, I couldn't help but want to head back to Miller Park again - and in the near future.  It just so happened that last evening, I got a 2nd opportunity to cheer on the team.  My work had some extra tickets and I thought, well, why not seize the day?  Once again, the game was epic - in one inning we scored 5 runs - I was jumping with excitement.  

So, even though I will always be a Detroit Tigers fan at heart (shout out to Pure Michigan!)... I can't help but love being a part of the Brew Crew.  Some may say I'm turning into a super-fan - this may be true, but I think what's really happening is I'm becoming a true resident of Milwaukee.

Jaws + Educational Programming = Shark Week

As I spend my Sunday evening on the Facebook, updating and such, I couldn't help but notice the number of friends who have a status in anticipation of what's to come in the next week on the Discovery Channel...  Yes, ladies and gentleman, it's that time of year again, Shark Week has arrived.

Those who have dedicated their status to the cause tend to belong to the male population.  I would like to say that I do not think Shark Week is geared toward the opposite gender... I get the draw of it all.  I mean, I was a huge fan of the sharks featured in Finding Nemo... and in addition to their keen sense of humor,  they are extremely powerful (remember that story of the surfer girl who had her arm taken off in one bite? Craziness.).   I personally would never want to get in the way of a hungry shark... not really my ideal way to spend a day.  

(Side Note: I'm also a huge fan of the camp song, "baby shark."  And although it has nothing really to do with Shark Week, it does get me excited in a similar fashion.)

So, happy Shark Week, everyone!  Enjoy the celebration of all things shark! (At least, on The Discovery channel, that is...).

The Muddiest Show on Earth

Today, as you know is Wednesday.  This summer, that means it's softball game day, aka Jungle Cats day.  When I awoke this morning, the forecast was not positive - there was already a thunderstorm and the rest of the day was supposed to follow the trend.  In some respect, I was hoping for a game cancellation.  Not because I've had a negative experience with the team, more so because the one thing I hate about playing sports outside is playing in the rain and mud.  I had hoped the thunder would continue on to ensure game cancellation.  

Somehow, there was a 5 hour break in the thunder and lightning - and because of this gap, the Jungle Cats were to report to the field for our 6:15 game.  When we arrived to the field, we discovered that we really arrived to a giant mud pit.  The infield was basically in ruin, and when a step was taken, your foot would sink at least half an inch - maybe more.  Thankfully, our team was in good spirits and willing to get dirty for the cause.

It was the battle of the cats - Jungle Cats vs. Good News Kittens (side note: this team chose their name in reference to the saying "bad news bears." When I heard the name, my mind immediately jumped to Kitten Mittens.)  

For the past two weeks, I've been playing catcher for the team - last week we played a double header in the heat wave and this week, the mud pit.  Let's just say, I was not excited to catch this week - surrounding home plate was mud and directly behind, a giant puddle.  I play slow pitch softball... those pitches gotta bounce on the plate to count as a strike.  Throughout this game - there were multiple pitches that bounced in the puddle.  I emerged from each inning, with a little more mud splattered all over. At one point, I referenced that my clothes resembled that of a Jackson Pollock painting.  At first, I will admit, I was a bit apprehensive to getting dirty, but as the game progressed, myself and my teammates got into it.  At one point, my teammate slid into 2nd - we're pretty sure that mud went up his shorts.  It even began to rain again and we danced around a bit.  I guess I walk away from today enforcing the life lesson of Carpe Diem - seize the day.  Sure, conditions were not ideal, but you can't make that ruin your experience - there's always a positive.

Pogs... and Other Cool Fads of the 90s

Somehow, some way, I always am apart of a conversation that leads to talking about "remember whens..." we sit and talk about how the shows we grew up with in the early 90s were much more sophisticated than what we call TV today.  I mean, who wouldn't be a fan of "Clarissa Explains it All," "Blossom," "Boy Meets World," "Gummy Bears," "David the Gnome," and "Fragle Rock"... and the list is just getting started.  Maybe that means that my parents let me fill my mind with hours of television, but I also lived a dual life as a tomboy - so I think I spent it split 50/50 - half indoors and half climbing trees and riding my bike.  You don't believe I was a tomboy?  If you challenge me on this, I will have to show you a picture from 2nd grade - I had VERY short hair.  I'm not ashamed of those years, but man, did my mother convince me to have one ugly haircut.

I was at a work pot luck earlier this evening and somehow we started to talk about Pogs.  For those of you who never witnessed or played this ingenious game... let me explain.  Basically, you have circular cardboard disc with a design on the front, which was called a 'pog.'  Then, you had a circular metal disc, also with a design on the top called a 'slammer.'  My slammer had Winnie the Pooh and Tigger on it.  I thought I was so cool. The object of the game was to stack up your pogs face up and your friends' pogs into a stacked tower.  Then, you took turns to throw (slam) you slammer on the stack of pogs and hope to have the pogs land face down.  Those that landed face down on your turn became yours.  Whoever had the most pogs at the end was the winner.

Now, technically, you were supposed to play for keeps, but I never had the heart to do it.  Once someone won a pog that I just couldn't part ways with, I would shout out, "Hey, never mind, I'm not playing for keeps..."  And then someone would get mad at me, but then I wouldn't go home disappointed. I mean can you imagine going home empty handed?  It'd be like losing at poker in one hand, your chips are gone and you have no chance to win them back.

Although pogs I think were only a fad for a short time, it was a fad long enough for me to purchase a pog holder - a plastic cylinder container to tote my pogs safely to and from school.  It makes me think of the fads of today - nothing comes to mind of any game where they physically play with one another (yes, I understand kids still play sports, etc.  I'm talking fads here) - unless it's with an app.  My friends love the app 'Words with Friends' and I always get really annoyed when it is played silently while their opponent is in the same room.  Is that what we've come to?  Apps?  I mean, I am a smart phone owner and appreciate technology, but I think the art of the imagination is escaping us.  So, I say, let's bring pogs back, who's with me?

2011 - This is Your Year Harry Potter!

Ok, maybe I'm getting a day a head of myself, but I fear that tomorrow will be too busy for me to fully reflect on the big event... that's right, the last Harry Potter Flick comes out tomorrow (well, technically Friday) at Midnight!

And yes, it does seem a bit silly in some way to be in my mid-twenties and excited for the release of a movie in which the book is technically classified as "adolescent fiction."  It is important though, to remember that the Harry Potter series first became a smash hit when I was in 5th or 6th grade.  I'm sure my parents were pleasantly surprised that Christmas when I asked for the first three books on my gift list.  And ever since I've read those books, I've been hooked.  Hooked to the point where I've read each book at least twice (some much, much more).  Side note: I used to re-read every HP book in anticipation for the release of the newest installment.  And with the movies, I've typically read the book prior to the release.  So, I guess you would say I'm well versed in the HP series.

And as excited as I am for what's to magically (get it, magically?!) happen at midnight tomorrow, I can't help but be a bit nostalgic that it's come to an end.  I mean, Harry Potter books and movies will always exist, I'm well aware... But the anticipation of the newest movie or book has really come to an end.  Like my childhood really is over, I don't live in Neverland, and I really do have to grow up.  You know what I mean?

So now that I've brought the mood down a bit, I'll try to leave it on a positive note.  The Harry Potter series really helped me love reading.  I am so thankful to JK Rowling for creating a world that I love to escape to over and over again.  I'll be interested to see how generations after mine will respond to the HP series when I pass it along - I'm hoping they will be just as amazed and entranced.  And the best part about it for them - they can just read the series straight through without even stopping.  Now that's what I call a win-win situation.

And if that's not positive enough for you, check out this YouTube video of a Harry Potter song to the music from Broadway's The Book of Mormon - it pretty much made my day:

Google+

For the first time in a while, I felt elite, special, like I was apart of this secret club that you had to know the password to get in and if you didn't know, you got left out.  Yeah, I felt like this for a day.  Why did I get so excited?  Because those innovative folks at Google did it again - they created the newest social networking site - their answer to Facebook.  And it's called Google+.  

You may ask yourself, "How do I get to be apart of Google+?"  Well, the answer is, someone has to invite you.  The other day, I opened my Gmail to see the infamous invitation.  That evening, with one friend in my circle, we decided to "hang out" - which is the video chat option for Google+.  And although there are things like Skype or iChat, the neat thing about hanging out is that you can invite multiple people to chat with at once.  My friend was explaining to me that he had chatted with 5 other people at once - they shared YouTube videos (another feature - everyone can watch them together) and drank wine.  So although physically, they were alone, virtually they were not.  As my former qualitative research professor would put it, it's a new way of "doing being with" someone else.  And I'm totally OK with that.

Now that I'm a few days into this new social media site - I'm not sure how much I will use it for status updates - my Twitter has taken over that from my Facebook.  I do, however, love the hang out feature and will continue to navigate and learn the site.  And although I'm excited about it, I'm starting to feel that "elite-ness" wear off as many of my friends are starting to post via FB and Twitter that they are now apart of this new network.  It wore off even more when I met someone today who told me he knows someone at Google and got asked to join it very early.  He declined due to his lack of interest in social networking in general.  He definitely one UPed me on that one... 

The Farmer's Market

One of the things I love most about the warmer months is the ability to purchase fresh produce locally.  Now, for those of you out there who like to debate the eating organically vs. eating locally and which is better, I always argue that local is the way to go.  The energy used to bring the food to the market is substantially less that if you were to purchase an organic item that was grown in California, and also, because there was less travel time, local food items have a higher nutritional value because they were picked only hours before you go to the market.

Now that I'm off my "buy local" soapbox, I awoke this morning with the intention to go to the local farmer's market in Cathedral Square.  So, I hopped on my bike and made the ride downtown.  I really had a craving to purchase some veggies, so I was happy to see that green beans and snap peas were in season.  In addition, one stand was selling cherries, so naturally I had to buy some (nothing beats Michigan cherries, but they suffice).  In addition to the produce stands there were some bakery stands selling bread and other goods and there was even a stand selling homemade pasta.  You really could get all your shopping done in one trip.  And to relieve your stress afterward, you could make your way to the massage therapy stand.  I'm pretty sure there's no happy ending there, but I think it still would be a nice treat.  

So, all in all, it was a successful first trip to the market, and gave me a great starting point for the rest of the grocery shopping I completed today.  And one final thought... not only are farmer's markets a smart choice for you nutritionally, they are also a great way to support the local economy.  

Junglecat Fever

If Baseball is known as America's past time, what is softball then?  I remember growing up as a kid, my dad played on a softball team for his work.  Often times, he would bring my sister and I to his games - I can distinctly remember learning how to keep score, eating far too many sunflower seeds for my own good, and making friends with the elderly gentleman who was in charge of the book (and also supplied me with my sunflower seed stash).

It's been YEARS since I've actually played softball.  I would say that I've always been athletic, but this was never a sport I typically played.  Maybe it goes back to all those years playing tee-ball in my neighbor's backyard.  I never really got what it meant to 'tag up.'

When I accepted my job offer at Marquette, I was asked to join the staff softball team.  I responded with a yes, but warned that it's not my sport, but I'll play with a lot of heart.  Since I was out of the country, I missed our game last week, so tonight marked my first game (probably even of this century).  I warmed up with one of my teammates and felt ready if they needed me to play in the outfield.

For some reason, I thought it would be fairly simple to play.  Oh, was I wrong about that.  Not only was I mildly confused, I also walked away with some nasty injuries.  My teammate pulled a muscle, so I was put in the outfield.  The other team made a hit and it was coming right for me, I judged it was going to bounce and I had hoped that I could get it with my glove afterward.  I got it alright, right in the chest.  A large thud was heard throughout the field - those sitting on the bench even said they heard it.  I got moved to infield after that.  I have to say I was proud to make a play getting someone out on my time at 2nd base, but other than that, I really need to work on the fundamentals... like batting and picking up grounders, just as some examples.

And although my first game wasn't an MVP performance, I'm happy that I've joined the Junglecats - it's a wonderful way to connect with my fellow co-workers, even if that means I am sporting a huge bruise on my chest for the next few weeks, I will sport it proudly.

America's Birthday

Yes, I know I'm a day late, but shouldn't the 4th of July be celebrated in the hearts of American's every day?  And who really expects someone to blog on a national holiday.  I decided to enjoy my weekend instead.

To coincide with this lovely holiday, it also marked my first weekend of living in Milwaukee.  So, not only did I get to experience my first "Big Bang" (the fireworks were seriously an hour long), I also got my first taste of some Milwaukee night life.  After the fireworks had concluded, my friends took me to a place called Highbury.  Totally my kinda place - there were lots of hipsters and karaoke (perfect combination).  And was was even better was I got to perform to Queen's "Somebody to Love".  My dad would have been so proud.  This guy afterward came up to me and was like, "I really liked your rendition."  Which I responded with a "Thanks."  I was just singing karaoke - no intention of making it different than the great Freddie Mercury.

Not only was my weekend a lot of fun, but also, it's always neat to see how other American's show their pride and admiration for our country.  People set up around Lake Michigan at least 6 hours before the fireworks to get a good spot.  Others got together with friends and family to BBQ and play lawn games.  I guess it serves as a time to reconnect with the ones you care most about.

All in all, this past weekend marked a great celebration of our country and just an opportunity to relax and get to see a fun side to my new city.  America!

Going to the Airport

I've been traveling quite a bit these days, and have now safely arrived to my final destination of Milwaukee, WI to start my career.  Over the past few days, however, I have spent them primarily traveling somewhere - by boat, bus, plane, and automobile.  Throughout this time, I have made some observations and feel it necessary to speak primarily to my time at the airport.

We literally traveled 24 hours straight this past Thursday - starting with a flight from Athens to JFK, followed by a flight from JFK to Detroit, and finally Detroit to Grand Rapids.  The one positive I found on my flight from Athens to the States was that I had 10 hours to catch up on movies I had yet to see.  I started with the movie "Country Strong."  For those of you who do not know me, I hate country.  Often times, I tell my friends that it makes my ears bleed.  But, I happen to be a fan of Tim McGraw, Gweneth Paltrow and Gossip Girl (Leighton Meister is in the flick).  So, I gave it the good 'ol college try.  To be honest, I actually liked the film.  And the style of country portrayed in the flick didn't make my ears bleed - it was actually very melodic and pleasant.  Now, this doesn't mean I'm going to buy up every country album on iTunes.  I do, however, believe I have a greater appreciation for such a favorite American genre. (I then had time to watch 3 more movies - but that breakdown will come some other time - and don't judge - I had 10 hours to kill).

On our flight from Detroit to Grand Rapids, my sister and I were seated in what we like the call the 'First Class Extension.' AKA - our seats were located in the first row behind first class - leaving us exceptionally large leg room.  As we were waiting for all passengers to board, 2 families attempted to fit their strollers down the isles with no luck.  The first family had a couple to figure out the issue.  The 2nd was a mother traveling alone.  When she had difficulty, I offered to help (meaning I would fix the stroller and help take it to her seat).  She responded, 'Oh, yes, that'd be great.'  And handed me her baby.  Now, I don't know about you all, but I don't think I would hand my child over to a complete stranger.  Yes, I'm a trustworthy person, but how does that mother really know?  

Lastly, on that same flight, my sister and I had a 3rd seat in our row and it became occupied by a guy in his mid to late 20s.  This is what I like most about traveling - random conversations with people.  We talked about our careers, our travels, books, our hometown - all in a 30 minute flight.  We even exited the aircraft together and he made us wait for him near the drinking fountain so we could continue to walk together after he quenched his thirst.  Hilarious - we were instant friends.  OK, maybe not friends, but acquaintances.  Nevertheless, it served as a great way to end our 24 hours of traveling.  And thus, proves why I love the airport.  Never a dull moment that's for sure.

All Good Things Come to an End.

I hate endings.  I really hate goodbyes.  I'm more of a fan of a simple 'see you later' or 'until we meet again.'  Yet, today marks our last day in Greece.  It's been a good trip overall, and although the change of plans happened that took us back to Athens early, I can't help but be very satisfied with this vacation.

So, although it's inevitable for things to come and go, part of me wants to start this trip all over again, and the other part of me cannot wait to go home and start the newest chapter of my life.

The past few nights, we have been able to enjoy going out the Gayborhood of Athens.  This district is fairly close to our hotel and well away from the drama around Parliment.  The people there have been super friendly and hospitable to us the past few nights that I am very excited to end our last night in that very place.  Last evening, while out, our tour director ran into an old friend who he had not seen in years.  While we were chatting with him, he mentioned that we needed to go check out a new business that his ex opened up around the block from where we were.  He took us to a little German sausage shop - think of a hot dog joint, but with authentic German sausage.  We were pretty much in heaven.  Now, for those of you who know, my sister and I love food.  We also love food that is associated with our heritage.  Bascially, we couldn't be happier.

This morning, we woke and headed to an ampitheatre that was constructed in the 6th century BC.  It was absolutely beatiful - the place served as the birthplace of the 'tragedy' and had wonderful acoustics for an outdoor space.  You can even hear a coin drop from rows back - that's how good it is.  So, as we were there, my tour director calls me down to sample again how the acoustics work with a song.  We did another rendition, a reprise if you'd like to call it, of our performance from RENT.  All in all, a good beginning to our last day.

As Nostalgia Sets In...

Greetings once again from Athens.  Today, our tour director took us out of the city for a beach day.  So, for those of you who have been watching the news, know that we were not present for any of the craziness that happened today.

On another note, I have seriously been enjoying my time on my trip.  It's just what I've needed - we've spent countless hours on the water and I feel like for the first time in a long time, I am finally getting to RELAX.  I never realized how 2 years of grad school can really tire someone out.

In addition to the relaxation, I have been able to meet some amazing people on this trip as well as have some shared experiences with the gals I'm traveling with (Circle of Trust for life!) So really this vacation is turning into a win win situation. 

And although I'm getting excited to start my new life as a full time professional, I can't help but to be a bit nostalgic about our last few nights in Greece.  Good things must always come to an end... I'm looking forward to one last excursion and one last beach lounge before hopping on the plane home.  Soaking up every last bit.

A Change in Plans

Greetings from Athens.  Yes, thats right Athens.  Also bare with me as my keyboard is in another language and I'm winging it.  We were supposed to go to the island of Ios today, but found out when we were heading to the port of Santorini that workers are striking for the next two days in Greece.  This means that if we were to go to Ios chances of missing our flights home is almost inevitable.  I start my job on Tuesday.  

So, here we are back in Athens.  To get here, we had to take a 5 hour ferry ride.  Now, let me tell you our ferry rides have not been the most pleasant part of our trip.  To think about spending 5 hours on one terrified me.  Thankfully our tour company bumped us up to VIP for the ride home - it was smooth sailing.

We're making the best out of our situation and I just hope that rioting doesn't break out or endanger our group in any way.  Keep us in your thoughts.

On a funny note - I rode a donkey yesterday in Santorini.  For those of you who do not know - I broke my arm in 5th grade being thrown from a horse.  I thought though that its an experience and I should do it.  My donkey was overworked - but I could tell we clicked well.  As he was carrying me up the thousand steps, the wind blew fiercely.  He was spooked and all of a sudden turned around and began taking me down the steps.  I tried to remain as calm as possible and a few other donkeys followed suit.  After the experience, I described to a friend on the trip that like in Avatar, I knew everything would be OK with the animal and sure enough, in a few seconds, we turned back to climb the stairs.  Although I was relieved to be heading back to the town, I wished at that moment I had chosen the cable cars.

Thats all for now, more updates as I learn more about the situation here in Athens.  Crazy to be right in the action.

Santorini

The reason I booked my trip to Greece was primarily for a chance to visit the island of Santorini.  I am a big fan of the 'Traveling Pants' movies and hoped that the images in the movies lived up to the beauty of the island.  Let me tell you - it surpassed it.

How many people can say they climbed a volcano, swam in the sea, hung out in a hot spring, ate on a little island of 250 people, and watched the sunset on an island all in one day?  This girl.  Seriously, that recaps an epic day on a beautiful island.  Today marked some items off my bucket list, and I am happy to report that there is still more to come.  It's crazy to think we only have 4 days left of this trip, so I am going to soak it in as best as I can.  Carpe diem.

Some highlights of the day:
1. Sang the music from RENT with my tour director at the top of the volcano
2. Jumped from a sailboat into the Aegean Sea and then swam to a hot spring
3. Ate lobster for lunch that cost around $10 because we were on a little shipping island where everything was caught fresh
4. We ended our day watching the sunset from some of the most famous images of Greece out there.

I say, all in all, a successful day in Greece. 

Almost Paradise

Have you ever been to a nude beach before?  In the states, it is atypical for anyone to show off their personal bits to a public group (unless you're in NOLA for mardigras).  Today, I experienced my first nude beach.  We went to a place called Paradise Beach on the island of Mykonos.  And, this beach was indeed paradise - the crystal blue waters of the Aegean Sea, a lounge chair, and an umbrella - all I needed was the cabanna boy.

I know in Europe, there are often beaches that bathing suits are optional.  I guess I never thought that I would encounter one.  So, this afternoon, we arrived at the beach and I went to put my towel on my lounge chair and turned around and saw a naked middle aged man only feet from where I set up shop.  

As the day went on, we saw multiple people and families dawning their birthday suits on the beach and it got me to wondering, was I uncofortable with the situation because American culture had made us to be so, or because they are walking around naked.  Honestly, I think it's the first.  I believe the human body to be a beautiful thing, but growing up in America, we were told to not expose ourselves, and I understand why that is.  Yet, I can appreciate wanting to just be on the beach, free.  So, kudos to those Europeans, they got me to thinking today.  And, although I did not follow suit, I can appreciate the cultural acceptance of the practice.

The First Leg of the Trip

Greetings from the island of Mykonos!  The trip so far has been absolutely amazing - and tiring.  We spent our first days in Athens and yesterday we were able to tour the Acropolis.  It amazes me the craftsmanship of the aritechts of the acient times.  Although the structure is in ruins, the portions standing are phenominal.  After the tour, we were given free time around the city and visited Hadrian's library and the city park in Athens.  We also were witness to the 'peaceful' demonstrations that take place daily outside of parliment at 6pm.  There were at least 1,000 people out in front chanting - the police were armed with shields in front of the building, ready to take action if necessary.  To actually witness the demonstration was amazing - witnessing history first hand.

This morning, we awoke at 5am to make our way to the island of Mykonos.  We began our journey leaving Athens on a ferry boat.  The last time I was on a ferry was when I went with my Ohio State family to Put-in-Bay.  This was a much different ferry ride experience.  The ferry itself was stocked with multiple food options and a full bar.  We probably were on the ferry for almost 4.5 hours.  Let's say it took sea sickness to a whole new level.  I coped by sleeping.  Ugh. 

Now, I have found my way to an internet cafe' on Mykonos and am excited for the next few days - hanging out at the beach and experiencing the Greek culture.  One main goal I have is to visit a jeweler that knows some Ohio State colleagues of mine - I'm hoping for a fun visit.  This island is absolutely picturesque and that's what they say about Santorinni.... so it can only get more beautiful from here on out.

Over this trip I've come to realize a few things so far - 1) traveling can be very exhausting, but sometimes its worth treating yourself 2) bringing 2 novels on vacation may be a challenge - but with hours on the ferry, they help to pass the time 3) I really take for granted being in a non-english speaking country.  One of the main industries in Greece is tourism - so, when I want to order something, even from a stand on the street, chances are I do not need to know any Greek to speak to them.  I feel slightly embarressed at this, yet, I do not have any Greek speaking skills.  Our tour director speaks 6 languages.  I think that from this trip, I am going to do my best to learn another language so that I can feel like a better traveler and not seem like an ignorant tourist.

That's all I got for now, more to come as I stumble upon more internet cafes... now back to the vacation :)

American Girl Goes Greek

The past week has truly been a whirlwind of change - I grauated with my Master's Degree, packed up my life in Columbus, moved to Milwaukee, made a pit stop in Chicago, attended a wedding, spent Father's Day with my loved ones... leading up to today where I am shipping off to the nation of Greece.

I've done some traveling abroad in my past, but this is the first vacation I have taken in a long time for myself (technically, this trip is my graduation present to myself - I truly believe in self-care, so I think I deserve this).  I have always been facsintated with Greek culture through watching 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding,' 'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants,' and have seen 'Mamma Mia' both on stage and on the big screen.  And although I know that the media portrayl of Greek culture is not 100% accurate, I cannot wait to spend hours on the shores of the Mediterranean, soaking in the sun, feeling the cool breeze coming off the water as I explore the Greek Isles.

My hope is to share my adventures as I'm abroad - so I'm crossing my fingers for some internet access along the way.   Antío sas!

Urban Oasis

A week from today, I begin the next chapter of my life and move to Milwaukee.  So, naturally, I have created a 'bucket list' of sorts to mark various places or activities off my list before I head out of Columbus.

A few weeks ago, I was informed there was a real life waterfall in the city.  I thought... OK... I mean it's a waterfall, but it can't be that spectacular, can it?  So, to find out exactly what this place is all about, my friend and I checked it out.  

I was in awe.  Right in the middle of the hustle and bustle, there is a little oasis just off of 33 - Griggs Nature Reserve.  Upon arrival, you take a set of wooden steps that wind into a little haven with greenery and rock formations surrounding you with a canopy of trees above.  As you wind down this path - a waterfall appears.  

To make things even more spectacular, there was a group of people swimming in the falls - so although I have now seen the waterfall itself, I have added yet another addition to the list - I too am planning a trip back to have an afternoon playing in the waterfall.  

I think Jon Muir sums up my experience perfectly through one of his many inspiring quotes, "In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks."