Archive for May 2009

11 May 2009

The Wrath of Butter

By: Jessica B.
Tagged: Food, Random

OMG I think I still have Star Trek on the brain because I totally took this from the Wrath of Khan. Sad. I’m one step away from my own Starfleet uniform.

Anyhow, I’m writing today because the next epidemic that is bound to sweep our country is: the wrath of butter.
Yes, it’s no longer a cooking ingredient or topping on popcorn, it is grabbing hold of innocent people that love it and sticking to their stomach and thighs like tar, causing them to unknowingly gain weight.
Its latest victim: former Cheers star Kirstie Alley.
The cover my latest People magazine said it all. The former Jenny Craig spokesperson lost an amazing 75 pounds with the program, and then once she left, she has since gained 83 pounds in the last two years.
And what does she credit as the culprit? Butter (among other food demons, such as Chinese food and sugar). But butter gets the brunt of the blame. Butter on popcorn, tablespoons of it on pasta and on toast. Just a fountain of butter landing on any and all of her food.
So while butter is public enemy number one, vegetarianism is the beta. Poor Kirstie didn’t get the proper vegetarianism welcome packet because instead of vegetables, it was carbs and all other foods, just sans meat that made up her diet.
Now, I’m not a vegetarian, so I can’t really speak to that, but in reading the interview with Kirstie, I personally felt like it was all excuses and no accountability.
Eating healthy and maintaining a diet is very difficult. It’s a daily battle and trust me, I know some are better than others. But when I overeat or have too much sweets, etc., I don’t blame them for making me eat them and thus gain the weight. I keep the accountability all on me.
I mean, it’s not like that food jumped into my mouth on its own. At least not in this galaxy ;)
And she claims that she just can’t work out without a trainer. Actually, it’s entirely possible. I do it four times a week and so do many of my friends.
But the thing that worries me the most? She wants to go from 223 pounds to 128 pounds. Now, that is doable but is that really healthy at her age? She said she has to go that low because she won’t be happy at 140. Honey if I could get to 140 I would kiss the ground…which is dirty!
So after reading her article several times, I have these two pieces of advice: take accountability for the weight gain and be happy with a weight that may be more than 128. A lot of us who can’t be that skinny already are.
Question for tonight! What foods do you have a hard time saying no to? Or am I wrong in these words to our dear, poor celebrity friend?

10 May 2009

Key learnings, Star Trek and pop culture commentary

By: Jessica B.
Happy Sunday and Happy Mother’s Day! Well, I’ve watched the Mother Lover video from last night’s SNL far too many times and while it’s inappropriate, I can’t help but laugh. Let’s just hope I don’t sing it out loud at work tomorrow.
So let’s hit the key learnings before I am moved to sing out loud again.
Key Learnings:
  • Yes, you can be buzzed after only two beers (it’s called “that time of the month” + low tolerance. Works every time)
  • Going out on Friday night gets to be more difficult at the end of a long week
  • Try to be subtle when asking if your friend is dating a guy you think is cute
  • Boobs are fun to look at, but not if you’re a woman out at the bar. I didn’t order a side of boob with my beer
  • It’s always “beer-thirty” time somewhere
  • Kate Gosselin is a cold-hearted b*tch, but damn those kids are cute
  • I do not believe for a second that Kirstie Alley gained all that weight from butter
  • It’s easy to mishear the word “hair straightener” for “strainer.” That or I’m going deaf
  • Going shopping with friends is a must so you can get a verdict on clothing choices (it is the most honest opinion)
  • No matter how many times I do it, eyebrow waxing always hurts. And it never helps when your “girl” tells you it’s going to hurt more because you waited too long between visits
  • Renter’s insurance is a MUST HAVE. Two friends recently shared stories of either being robbed or knowing someone who was robbed, both without renter’s insurance. If you don’t have it, don’t wait!!
Star Trek: The New Generation in Hotness
Oh yes, this weekend my buddy TC and I boldly went where few women have gone before…voluntarily to the new Star Trek movie. And it was ab fab! I even teared up once (I’m a sap).
Yes, we packed into a crowded afternoon showing of the movie and began to watch the Trekkies stream in, while each eyeing which male moviegoer that could become future Mr. Jess and Mr. TC.
One guy’s shirt identified him as a “future astronaut” (promising!) while another man had a shirt that said “beam me up Scottie” (ambiguously cosmopolitan!).
So while I’m a huge JJ Abrahms fan (loved Felicity and Alias, and of course, LOST), I won’t lie, I mostly went for the eye candy.
Trust me, the USS “Hottie” Enterprise can beam me up any day. I’m ready now! Let me just grab my purse.
I just didn’t like that Chris Pine was beat up so much. Hit him below the neck! That’s valuable merchandise up there! Oh let’s be honest, watching him get ruffed up was hot. And Zachary Quinto had a certain…hidden preppy charm. Talk Vulcan to me baby. I’m listening.
I have nothing to contribute to Star Trek history, storylines or Romulan genealogy, but let me just say this, I like watching attractive men do battle on the screen, so bring it on! Oh and Winona Ryder, I missed you!
How was everyone else’s weekend? Did you do anything fun for Mother’s Day? Or did you see any good movies this weekend to recommend?

07 May 2009

An epic night at Target…with Chuck Bass

By: Jessica B.

If you follow me on Twitter, you know I had a big night last night, so let’s cut the witty intro and get right to it, eh?

This week, Target opened a pop-up store (the Bullseye Bazaar) on Michigan Avenue and it’s only open for three days. So, as a city girl with no car or Target nearby, I nearly wet myself with excitement. That is until I was invited to attend its VIP event last night, which is a sneak peek at the store before it opened today. Yes, then I nearly wet myself.
So my joy about attending this event compounded on Wednesday when rumors started spreading on Twitter that Ed Westwick and Jessica Szohr from Gossip Girl would also be attending the event. Well that’s when the insanity really started on and off Twitter. The event was supposed to be invite-only, VIP, but suddenly everyone in Chicago was invited. Okayyyyy, not exactly VIP or what I signed up for but alrighhhhht.
Cut to post-work, with pouring rain and lightening in Chicago. Suddenly my perfectly selected outfit was covered with my damp coat and my coiffed hair was a frizzy mess. FAIL.
But I met up with some co-workers and my buddy Jenn to head over to the Bazaar and bask in the goodness of Target.
And check out the awesome interior! Look at this, even the chili peppers love Target!

And of course, after a quick glass of champagne, I dove into the racks of stuff. I’m pretty happy with my new treasures! One note though, the hat, which is adorable, has pink stains on it. So that will definitely be going back. But otherwise, everything fits. That’s a miracle.
Oh heck, let’s get to the really good stuff. So rumors flew that Ed and Jessica would be at the event, then we heard they weren’t going to be there. But this girl (aka me) knew better. And sure enough, not long after we got there, the media section start lighting up and suddenly Kate Walsh from Private Practice is talking to reporters.
So I try to wedge my way back there (tastefully) and when I’m denied, I actually say, “blogs ARE the new media.” Wow, bitchy, I know. Didn’t mean it like that. But it gets me back there (after I flash my bloggy business card) and after more pushing, I get this picture.
Yes, she’s gorgeous in person.
Then the main event happens, we hear Ed is in makeup and suddenly he’s THERE. Chuck Bass, the man I would like to take advantage of me after we shop at Brooks Brothers is THERE. So we move into more pushing and shoving and I get this money shot.
SOOOOO dreamy.
And then Jessica shows up. She is so nice and personable and petite in person! Jealous. But I’m obsessed with her necklace, which matches my JCrew bracelet, so it should be mine right? Right? She’s also from Wisconsin. We’re meant to be best friends.
Anyhow, I grabbed her after all the interviews and got this photo, which her publicist seriously could not have taken any faster. Thank god it turned out.
So after some more loitering around/shopping, Jenn and I see Ed again and basically stand around and wait to see if we can snag a photo with him….WHICH WE DID. OMG and I told him I’m a huge fan. Could I be any more of a dork?
*insert angels chiming*
Oh an our outfits match. We’re meant to be :)
Best. Night. Ever. Here is a link to the set of photos on my Flickr page too, where all the photos are posted (there are a lot!)
I’m so thrilled and excited that I got to go and get to shop before the store opened to the public. Once I exchange that hat, I’m ready to rock it outside.
Of course, there are a few things I have to share too. First, this was a great evening and I’m so glad that I got to go. And I know this little blog and
I are not that special, especially compared to Metromix or Chicago Magazine, but being invited in to the media area to take some pictures, only to be kicked out for more important people, isn’t cool. My parents think I’m special!
Same with the amount of shoving and pushing to get us to move back so the celebs could come in from the street. I’m all for fire safety, but being pushed back to make room for a walkway that’s already there, is also not cool, especially when you block my shot and shake your head at me. I’m not cattle. Don’t herd me.
So despite a few hiccups. I had a great time. And now I’m ready for a quiet weekend :)
Thoughts? Or any other big Target fans out there? Big weekend plans? Happy Mother’s Day!

05 May 2009

The first time I said “I love you”

By: Jessica B.
A friend recently told me that she and her boyfriend exchanged the four-letter “L” word. Love, that’s the “L” word I’m referring to. Mind out of the gutter.
And while sharing in her good news, I reminisced back to the first time I said “I love you” to a guy. Oh misty water-colored memories.
For me, saying “I love you” is a big deal. Big. As a perpetual late bloomer, who had her first kiss at 18 and first real boyfriend at 19, being in love was romanticized for a long time by Disney and the movies, so I always wondered what it would feel like to love someone and how I would “know” when I did.
As he was for many other things, Peter was the first and only guy I ever said those words to. And he was the one to say “I love you” first in our relationship.
I don’t remember the exact moment I knew that I was in love with him, but I do remember one day looking at him and feeling like I couldn’t breathe. And when he asked if I was okay, I blurted out, “I love you.”
Yes, I’m sure it’s better than saying, “no, I’m choking” or “no, I’m just passing gas” but at that moment, I could finally say that I loved him. And he knew that when I did, it was sincere.
And once I said it, I was a love-saying machine, I couldn’t get enough of it. Yes, I’m sure this made me look a little desperate and clingy, but being in love for the first time made me want to scream it out loud!
And even though things didn’t work out with Peter, I found that it took a long time for that love to fade away. Falling in love takes time but falling out of love takes longer. I can’t say that a part of me doesn’t love Peter anymore, but considering he was the first guy I said it to, I can live with the fact that he’ll always be a little more special to me than the rest of them.
So when I say that I love my parents and my friends, I really do. And it’s much easier to say that to them than to a guy I like or am romantically involved with. But at least when I say it to a guy, I know it’s for real.
Question time! How man guys/girls have you said “I love you” to? And how did you know when you were in love with them? I’m very anxious to hear the responses on this as I’m sure everyone’s experiences are different.
Reader note: Everyone’s comments on the beauty queen title cracked me up! I am so glad I’m not the only ungraceful person out there. And again, while I poke fun at pageants, I’m not poking for at people who participate in them. I’m sure they do require a lot of training and skill, I’m just not that talented :)

04 May 2009

Why I will never be a beauty queen

By: Jessica B.

The Miss USA pageant was a few weeks ago and looking at the women, so statuesque and curled, sprayed and tweezed within an inch of their life (while I sat on the couch in glasses, face mask and retainer in), I realized, I will never be a beauty queen.

And I am okay with that.
It’s looking beyond the scary pageant mom and coach, but from my peek at pageant life through reality TV and movies, those women are kra-zee!
Here is what makes me non-beauty queen potential:
  • I am not eloquent. I have a tendency to “um” and “ah” and “errrrr” my way through answers to questions
  • I don’t like to smile all the time
  • I will not put Vaseline on my teeth
  • I don’t prance around in a swimsuit. But I will prance around in an evening dress willingly
  • I have no talent. I don’t play an instrument, dance, sing or work with animals, but I can do stand up comedy and accessorize
  • I can’t cry on command if I win. I could try, but no promises
And if asked my feelings on world peace, I might stumble over my answer.
Yes, I do want world peace, but I’d also like our economy to stabilize, my 401k to get it’s act together and cancer to be cured. Then we’ll get to world peace.
That is my declaration tonight, that I am not beauty queen material, but I do love playing dress up. I guess I’m more Miss Congeniality than the MTV pageant reality shows.

Now, I don’t mean any offense to those who were in pageants or are fans of them. I’m merely saying I’m not that kind of girl.

So I guess the question for tonight is, are you “beauty queen” material? And if not, what kind of beauty queen would you be? Me, I’d probably be the smart a** one who giggles and acts immature. It happens.