I have a newfound respect for event planners. The amount of planning, talking on the phone, looking at Excel spreadsheets, ordering treats for goodie bags (yes, birthday party style), speaking with local restaurant owners, placing ads and designing flyers is enough to make anyone crazy.
For the past few weeks I have been planning a series of community tours for the West Lawn and Chicago Lawn communities in Chicago. Check it out here. I’m hoping for an uneventful tour with no mishaps, which should say a lot considering a rather large portion of those who RSVP’d are senior citizens and they seem to have something to say about just about everything. I dread getting old.
Have you ever had to plan a big event?
Just one of the stops on our tour.
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Lately I’ve found myself fueling a once non-existent caffeine addiction. Until recently, I’ve never been a huge coffee drinker. The combination of being back in IL where there is a Dunkin’ Donuts on just about every corner and the fact that everyone in my office drinks coffee so I feel like I should too, has changed that. Not only has my newfound addiction begun to stain my teeth, but it has also given me an unnecessary urge to stop at DD every time I see one.
This morning, however, I made a conscious attempt to get through the day without any coffee, and while I found myself feeling crabby and lagging just a bit throughout the afternoon, I successfully did it. I’m also going to chalk my crabbiness up to the countless seniors I’ve had to communicate with on the phone in the past few days. With my now depleted DD gift card and a will to think of coffee only as a twice or thrice weekly treat, I think my cravings will subside.
Now how to squelch my craving for a DD reduced fat blueberry muffin, I don’t know. Either way, I’m not sure if my true addiction is with caffeine itself or maybe just Dunkin’ Donuts.
What’s your go-to morning treat? From now on mine is going to be Frosted Mini-Wheats.
Unfortunately, I’ve never had a professional massage, which is kind of surprising, even to myself. I grew up with a grandma who spoiled me rotten with endless back scratches and massages when I was little; I would have done anything as long as a back scratch was involved.
Flash forward to this evening when after running an errand with my mom, we stumbled across a place called La Vida Massage. Located nearby right in Willowbrook, we were pleasantly surprised to find inexpensive prices, a friendly staff, a peaceful and inviting atmosphere and a free tour of each of the rooms. For a mere $40, you can get a full 60-minute massage session. If my cheap self decides to oblige, I’d say that’s money well spent.
A professional massage must feel this good.
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…especially when you order it in a salad and it’s hidden between the applewood smoked bacon, white cheddar, corn, avocado, red onion and ranch dressing. There was lobster in my salad? Never would have guessed it, and that’s just the way I like it.
Last night I ate dinner at Devon, a trendy seafood restaurant a few blocks from Michigan Avenue, in honor of my cousin’s birthday. The ambience was warm and inviting, the dinner rolls were delicious and even though the waitress forgot our appetizer, she more than made up for it with the free carrot cake.
What restaurants are you dying to try?
Back in grade school, American girl dolls were the quintessential toy every little girl just had to have. They were more than just your average doll (i.e. you weren’t allowed to cut their hair or pull off their arms because they were an actual investment – $100 per doll!) plus they attempted to teach girls across the country about important historical events and build self-esteem at the same time.
So when my cousin needed to pick up a doll for a relative, I was more than excited to go with to the infamous American Girl Place on Michigan Avenue. Being back in the store was over-the-top and completely self-indulgent, but also incredibly fun. With a doll hair salon, photo studio, hospital and cafe, it was more than enough to fulfill any little girl’s dream. But the best part? There is now an American Girl Pet Place. AND there’s a cute little dog named Pepper (available for just $20) who looks just like my Frasier. I died.
If you really want to have a good laugh, check out this article and see what your American girl says about you.
I want this pooch.
Obviously the best one.
Yes, they have American Girl DVDs now.