hello, lover.

this is my city. this is chicago. home of the thin curst pizza. the loud southsiders and their white soxs. the greektown. the wrigley. the john barleycorn. the.. the.... sears tower, john hancock, michigan avenue and navy pier and, and, well, OPRAH and ... i think that's all i got. i took these photos when we were flying back from sarasota (and if you do not know what sarasota is, you are missing out, my friend, bc it is the BEST place to be. gulf of mexico, in florida, lovely little town, oh i heart it so much.) and this is the view i had from my window on the plane. nice, right? thank goodness i had my camera. i think these aren't bad shots. pretty cool to me, actually, to see my city laid out.

who is this sexy guy? 'wild and ca-razy guys?' sorry. had to throw that in there. that's vlad. vladimir. my husband. i love him. this is in palm beach, florida. and no. it was not really a nice beach. but we made the most of it. and then he was all, dude! take pictures of me! so i did. and he modeled. and yeah. we were the only people on this beach and after an hour of reading/sunbathing/trying to swim but the water was too dirty, yeah, we got bored.

this is a picture of me laughing. now, when i comment on your blog and i say, "bwahhahahahahahaha"? this is what i look like.

and this? this is what happens when my friends dress themselves. 'nuff said.

so i came online to read all my bloggies, and thought, hey, i should really make a post. bc i'm tryin' to be good at this. trying to make myself post and have them be GOOD. not just 'ooo looky text.' so. i thought, what do i want to talk about? well. easy cheese, my friends, easy cheese. but i thought, you know, let's do pictures first. bc who doesn't LOVE pictures? i mean, if you guys are even HALF as curious as i am i'm sure you want to know what goes on in my life. i mean. uhm. i hope so. i mean. well. you're still reading, right? hello? Bueller?

so how cute is the photo above?? that's one of my bestest friends, walking with his son. his son was a little over a year when i took this at their house. in fact, i was at this very same house tonight. watchin' iron chef. which, btw, is SO interesting. it was all about ham tonight. mm. ham. anyway.

so here is a picture of my latest obsession:

oh, i heart you cheese-in-a-can, i heart you so hard.

yeah. today has been an easy cheese day. and no. my day was NOT easy. far from. but, i ate a lot of easy cheese. and burgers. and onion strings. and. and. russian food. ugh. ew. remind me, when i see something, to not assume it's probably liver. bc my dear friends, even tho eating liver still grosses me out to next year, it is SOOOOOO much better then learning that your dear wonderful husband has just put a piece of TONGUE ON HIS PLATE.

i told him straight up, dude, you eat that? i'm out, yo. no kisses for a month.

he didn't eat it.

and yeah. tongue? looks really gross. but i did have some good salad, spinach with TONNNNS of garlic and kidney beans and slices of apples. really good. and, uhm, that is all i ate. bc i? do not do russian food. no sirreee bob. i will not eat: tongue, liver, ham and peas coated in mayo, some weird bread with drunk apples in it, black bread(in my world? bread is french. or sourdough.), catfish with the eyes still in it, for that matter eyes, caviar, pickled tomatoes, legs of lamb COATED in dill, (for some reason, russians love their dill. don't get that one.) raw fish that is sliced up so you can see all the nastiness, shrimp that doesn't really taste like shrimp, mushroom puffs that i REALLY shouldn't have tasted, and last but not least let's bring it around again, TONGUE. bc really? who eats TONGUE? when there are STEAKS out there to be eaten? why? oh the humanity why???

anyway. uhm. excuse my rant. so after this russian dinner, where no one was speaking english and i was stuck in moscow for two hours and had stupidly left my cell phone at home bc i was so exhausted you'd swear i was pregnant(but am not), i drove us over to our friends house. they're the only other married couple we're friends with. i love them so much. they're both so hilarious and so down to earth. and their son? fuggheettaboudddet. he is absolute perfection. cutest kid. ev-ar. so we hung out watched iron chef, i promptly got too comfortable and was all dude. do i really have to go out in the cold? again? for the love of all that is creamy and delicious. seriously?

so i drove us home. and then when i got home, of COURSE (thank you insomnia) i was weirdly awake. so i came online, and then i thought whoa, i'm totally not tired, so with husband passed out on the couch i wandered around, found nothing to do, and settled back down here. home base. where i said, why not post? why not? and while it may technically be tomorrow it's still today, saturday, to me. i'm tired. but i'm not sleepy.

ya'll feel me? two totally different frames of mind.

so i think i'm gonna end this now. i think i'm gonna maybe read a little bit and then go to bed. and while i wish i could squirt easy cheese in my mouth , i think i'll skip that, bc easy cheese ain't so easy on the thigh area if you get what i'm sayin'. which i'm sure you do.

oh, and my mom? totally didn't get lenses today. but we DID discover that walmart bites. they don't take insurance. seriously? walmart? psssh-shaw.

night, ya'll!