“Because our fans are not stupid like Cubs fans. They know we’re [expletive]. Cubs fans will watch any game at Wrigley Field because Wrigley Field is just a bar.”—White Sox Manager, Ozzie Guillen (oooh, those are fighting words!)
The Bad News: In part because of work/family stress and in part because I was just hungry…I totally fell off the health-food wagon last week. (As I reached for Cotton Candy, I actually said “Oh man, Nutritionista would not approve of this choice!”) I feel gross today.
Yes, I did just say cotton candy.Blush.
The Good News: Today is a new day which means with some discipline and a week full of cardio, I can undo sins of my past. Right?
My plan of attack for operation slim-down:
Green Juice Monday
Vegan both before AND after 6:00pm
Lots of vegetables
Fruit for dessert
Suni’s boxing class at equinox
3, 4, 3 mile midweek runs
9 mile weekend run
Pick up and read “Skinny Bitch” (Georgina described it as “un-puttdownable.” Sold!)
If anyone has and crazy awesome healthy recipes (or just words of encouragement)- feel free to share them with me. I could use the support this week.
The Chicago Architecture Foundation offers five Happy Hour architectural tours in the Loop area Monday through Friday beginning at 5:30pm. Each tour ends with a free drink at a local restaurant along the route.
Tickets are $16/$13 students. Considering the free drink, that’s a good deal!
“In life, all you can hope for is a chance- If you are lucky you get a chance at love, a chance at success, a chance at happiness. What you do with that chance is up to you.”—Simon (my husb speaks the truth)
Years ago Michael and I were having a deep conversation about life in general.
I can’t recall the exact subject matter but he may have been questioning me about the circumstances of my Fathers Death.
At some point he paused, he stared at me very intensely and he stated with an almost calm certainty, “I am afraid that I am going to end up like him, the way he did.”
I promptly tried to deter him from the idea, at which point he just shrugged his shoulders and nodded almost matter of fact as if to let me know, he knew what he knew and that was kind of that.
14 years later I am sitting here watching on the news an ambulance leaves the driveway of his home, the big gates, the crowds outside the gates, the coverage, the crowds outside the hospital, the Cause of death and what may have led up to it and the memory of this conversation hit me, as did the unstoppable tears.
A predicted ending by him, by loved ones and by me, but what I didn’t predict was how much it was going to hurt when it finally happened.
The person I failed to help is being transferred right now to the LA County Coroners office for his Autopsy.
All of my indifference and detachment that I worked so hard to achieve over the years has just gone into the bowels of hell and right now I am gutted.
I am going to say now what I have never said before because I want the truth out there for once.
Our relationship was not “a sham” as is being reported in the press. It was an unusual relationship yes, where two unusual people who did not live or know a “Normal life” found a connection, perhaps with some suspect timing on his part. Nonetheless, I do believe he loved me as much as he could love anyone and I loved him very much.
I wanted to “save him” I wanted to save him from the inevitable which is what has just happened.
His family and his loved ones also wanted to save him from this as well but didn’t know how and this was 14 years ago. We all worried that this would be the outcome then.
At that time, In trying to save him, I almost lost myself.
He was an incredibly dynamic force and power that was not to be underestimated.
When he used it for something good, It was the best and when he used it for something bad, It was really, REALLY bad.
Mediocrity was not a concept that would even for a second enter Michael Jackson’s being or actions.
I became very ill and emotionally/ spiritually exhausted in my quest to save him from certain self-destructive behavior and from the awful vampires and leeches he would always manage to magnetize around him.
I was in over my head while trying.
I had my children to care for, I had to make a decision.
The hardest decision I have ever had to make, which was to walk away and let his fate have him, even though I desperately loved him and tried to stop or reverse it somehow.
After the Divorce, I spent a few years obsessing about him and what I could have done different, in regret.
Then I spent some angry years at the whole situation.
At some point, I truly became Indifferent, until now.
As I sit here overwhelmed with sadness, reflection and confusion at what was my biggest failure to date, watching on the news almost play by play The exact Scenario I saw happen on August 16th, 1977 happening again right now with Michael (A sight I never wanted to see again) just as he predicted, I am truly, truly gutted.
Any ill experience or words I have felt towards him in the past has just died inside of me along with him.
He was an amazing person and I am lucky to have gotten as close to him as I did and to have had the many experiences and years that we had together.
I desperately hope that he can be relieved from his pain, pressure and turmoil now.
He deserves to be free from all of that and I hope he is in a better place or will be.
I also hope that anyone else who feels they have failed to help him can be set free because he hopefully finally is.
The World is in shock but somehow he knew exactly how his fate would be played out some day more than anyone else knew, and he was right.
I really needed to say this right now, thanks for listening.
About a year after the Michael Jackson concert, Ellen and I went to see “New Kids on the Block” perform. Through a series of INSANELY FORTUNATE events, my 7 year old sister and I ended up spending over an hour with the New Kids, themselves…in their dressing room! (Don’t hate- the New Kids totally babysat me!!!)
While sitting in the dressing room with Joey, Jonathan, Danny and Donnie, we started talking about our favorite concerts. Being the little politician I am, I obviously told the boy-banders that their performance took top prize. My oh-so candid little sis called me out on this blatant lie and the following conversation took place (swear to god, true story!):
Ellen: What!? No way! Michael Jackson was waaaaaaaaaay better than you guys (pointing to the New Kids)
(The entire boy band breaks out into genuine laughter)
Joey: The little one has a point. We would all much rather watch MJ perform!
We ended up showing Joey and the boys one of our Michael dance routines (you know, the brilliant displays of choreography that you work on every day after school in your basement). I am pretty sure they were impressed.
And here is the coolest part….I know the dude who waited on Depp!!!
His name is Mo, and he is my boy!
Mo is our favorite long-time waiter at Gibson’s in Chicago (where my fam eats upwards of 3 times a week), and he is arguably the coolest mo-fo (pun intended) to ever sling a steak. Mo takes care of his regulars, and the celebs all love him because he provides incredible service without a hint sycophancy.
Seriously, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.
Congratulations to Melissa and Brent! (Dear Real Life Readers: I don’t know either Melissa or Brent but, well, I feel like I do because that’s kind of how it is on Tumblr. You feel like you know the Tumblrs you follow.)
They are going to be the cutest parents San Francisco has ever known, and Dear Baby is my new favorite blog (that sound you hear is my ovaries chanting “us too! Us too!” In time, little ovaries. In time.)
Speaking of babies, I have followed the blog of wedding photographer Gabriel Ryan for a while now.
Well, it turns out that Gabriel and his wife Carlie are also having a baby. And they did the coolest thing when it came time to find out whether they were having a boy or a girl: the gender of their baby was written on a piece of paper and slipped into a sealed envelope. The sealed envelope then went to a bakery. The bakery baked a cake with the (interior) icing reflecting the gender of the baby (blue = boy, pink = girl). Gabriel and Carlie then threw a party and sliced open the cake to find out they were having a…well, you’ll just have to watch!
I can’t think of a more wonderful way to discover the gender of your baby and I can’t wait to recreate it when it’s my turn!
The oh-so-beautiful Melissa and her adorable hubby Brent are having a baby!!! She announced it on her blog today and created an incredible baby blog so her on(and off)line friends can keep up with her journey to motherhood.
I swear to god, this is true:
Just this morning, while drying my hair, I was thinking to myself about how badly I want a baby (this is not all that unusual…I think about becoming a mommy on a near hourly basis)…but today for some reason, I got to thinking about how excited I will be to share the great news with all of you someday!
I wonder how I will post it. What will I say? Who will comment first?
All I know…is that I can’t wait for it to be our turn…and I can’t wait to share my experience with tumblr!