Perspective & Booty Pops

Before I meander into the rantings of my mind, let me ask you WHAT THE HELL IS A BOOTY POP? I know WHAT it is, but the real question is WHY? Ok ok ok, I get it. America is the capitalist pig nation of consumers and sellers, one wanting to always look like or be someone who they are not and the other wanting to make as much money as possible. I get it. But why in the hell are they advertising for a fake booty in the Bed, Bath & Beyond weekly flyer that comes in the newspaper? I'm dumbfounded. Seriously. Thank you parents for endowing me with a perfectly nice and round booty. I would be so embarrassed if I had to wear a Booty Pop!



Whew. There's a lot going on. I've been back in Chicago foooor....six days now. It's been difficult to get into a routine for my job in online reputation management. A combination of the air conditioning, my nice comfortable bed and the daunting number of tasks I have to accomplish before leaving for Costa Rica again makes my head spin. But as usual, I manage. Today I was given a new responsibility and my pay will increase by $100 more a month! That may not seem like a lot, but when you are operating on nearly nothing, it means the world (and food in my stomach) to me!

One this is for sure, being home has opened up a whole new set of realizations about myself, my friends, and how I want to live my life versus how I was living it before. I've ended friendships, I've chosen my own path and I've done things other people will consider insane forever. And I am still here to tell the story.

Anyway...Chicago is alive and well. The only wheels I have are rollerblades so my legs are gonna be hot hot hot when I'm done with this city. :) Surfing and rollerblading....GOOD combinations for exercise! I've been to High Dive, Streetside, and tonight I am getting a six pack with Katie and we are going to study Spanish in the park. My intellectual muscle is being flexed with vigor and I am very happy about that. I am dying to get to Indiana and give my nephews a BIG GIANT hug and sloppy sloppy kisses. I don't think I am going to let them go. They might just be hanging on my back when I get back to Costa Rica. Oh how I would love to teach Karlo how to surf. My little man. Love you Karlo!

All in all, everyone has shown me the love. At my barbeque Katie held for my return there were best friends of mine who hadn't even met other best friends of mine. How does that happen? I start to realize that I am like the social glue sometimes. It's a good feeling, but I hope everyone continues to remain family in my absence.

Still prosing and writing more for my book in my head. Perhaps tomorrow I will get on with the "Perspectives" chapter. What is life than merely the perspective you see it through? :)

I will have gas on Saturday! Hot bath, meal in the oven....new roommate. Life is good.