The Friday Song - Let's Go Go Go!

This weekend my beloved White Sox play the Chicago srCUBs in the first Crosstown Classic series of the year.

All I gotta say is...Let's Go Go GO White Sox!! Chicago's Proud of You! If you need me - I will be glued to my TV.

White Sox Fight Song

Cooking with KC

Ok...so it's not really a recipe that involves cooking. Hell, I don't even cook. This is, however, delicious.

Buy a bag of Frozen dark sweet pitted cherries from the freezer section at the grocery store. Also buy some Diet Dr. Pepper. Get out a glass. Add cherries to the glass rather than ice. Pour in Dr. Pepper. Drink. Have orgasm.

You can thank me later.

The book Meme

Honeywine has tagged me for a Meme and it goes a little something like this;

Step One – pull out a book on the book shelf.

Step Two – go to page 123.

Step Three – read and write out the 5th sentence.

Step Four – tag 5 more people.

For this excersise, I have chosen class and substance in the form of The Bad Girl's Guide to the Open Road, by Cameron Tuttle. This classic treasure explores topics that are essential to road trip success including; 14 ways to open a beer bottle on your car (such sophistication), 11 things to do with condoms (blow it up for lumbar back support!), and tips to get out of a speeding ticket.

Page 123 deals with the best way to piddle when you can't find facilities. The 5th sentence reads, "On top of that, it's a great way to be united with nature and a way to give back."

I have elegant and sophisticated taste, no? I am supposed to tag people now, but being that I am so rebellious - I will tag nobody! Muah-ha-ha. However, feel free to share your favorite book or what you are currently reading in the comments section. I am always interested in new authors and would love some ideas of something new to check out. Don't be intimidated by my obvious sheik and refined tastes (Ha!), suggest away!

Thera-Flu is not helping my productivity

I bought the new David Sedaris book last week and I am so excited to read it - that I could shit. Seriously, I heart him with the warmth of 1,000 suns. My love is admittedly unnatural but I am unapologetic as he is without a doubt, my favorite author. The problem is that I am in the middle of reading a different book & I steadfastly refuse to put down the book I am reading until I am finished. (Don't get on me for reading Jodi Picoult - I like her and I don't care what you elitists say. So There. Ppptttbbbbb.)

In other news, I think I contracted The Bubonic Plague this weekend - so I am hopped up on cold meds and am borderline delirious. Sigh.

Results + The Friday Song

Thanks for your suggestions for a name for my scooter. Of course, I loved the highly innapropriate "Weenis" and "Bitch," but figured I should pick something a little more PG. Imagine me talking to my grandmother - telling her I was going to take "Weenis" out for a spin. Hilarious? Yes. Grandma safe? Abslutely not.

After much debate, I have decided to go with a musically influenced name for my Buddy Scooter. The final decision is "Buddy Holly." The thing already has "Buddy" written on it, so it was meant to be. Now if you don't mind, Buddy Holly and I are going to go for a ride...not fade away.

Weekend Update + Ask the Internet: Name my Scooter

I spent a lot of time on the new scooter this weekend. It was beautiful in Chicago on both Saturday and Sunday, which meant I was going to be out and about as much as possible.

Saturday was primarily speant hungover and aching, but I got it together around 2:30 (I know, I know) and met up with "The Gays" for some German Beer festival action. Let me tell you, you have not experienced fun until you rate the hotness of men in Lederhosen with a few catty gay men. Though I was not drinking (I was on a scooter - I'm not stupid), it ended up being a really good time.

Sunday, I woke up early and decided to spend the day out riding and exploring. The sun rewarded me for my efforts with one the most glorious farmer's tans in the history of all farmer's tans. Thing is, instead of a tan, it's more of a burn - a very painful, very red burn. I seriously look like I am wearing a flesh colored t-shirt with red arm warmers and a scarlet neck scarf. It is truly a sight to behold.

Even with the burn, the weekend treated me pretty well. I had some emotional moments (thanks for listening Becky), but the scooter has proven to be a very nice escape. There is only one thing left to do....and I need help. I want to name my scooter. People name boats and motorcycles all the time, so now it's my turn. The scooter is Seafoam Green and is a Genuine Scooter Company Buddy Scooter (125 cc).



As I understand it, most vehicles/boats are given women's names. However, I get the distinct feeling that my scooter is of the male persuasion. Perhaps it's because the model is a "Buddy," or maybe it's just because I like the idea of a man between my legs (Snap!). However, I am open to it's sex (look at me with all my filthy innuendos), it just needs a good name. Any suggestions?