Like Mother Like Daughter.... For Once!

It is no secret that children take after their parents.

It's  also no secret that I take after my dad in almost every way imaginable. I am 100% Gilliam in all ways that I cannot control: my high forehead, my volumptious lips, my mental instability, my defined chin, my need for perfectionism..... need I say more? I am the female version of Scott Gilliam and an almost identical duplicate of Eva Bunte (my grandma).

Now I realize that some of you may be questioning why I'm sounding a little angry that I take after my dad's side, considering that there is a small handful of decent attributes that I have been passed along. So, please, don't get me wrong - I am very grateful for the fact that I can wear turtlenecks and that I have the appropriate lip surface area neeed for lipstick... chapstick even, but good qualities aside, I have ALWAYS wanted to be like my mom, and have always been jealous that my sister is. Sooner, or more realistically later....I gave up hope on ever being like my mom and accepted my eventual fate as a anxious old woman with penciled-in eyebrows... that is until a little glimmer of light sparkled the other night while doing laundry....

.....and I realized I do laundry JUST LIKE MY MOM! She always does laundry, on the floor, in front of the tv.... knees folded under. I think I even groaned while adjusting my position and complained about how old I'm getting ....

Sure I realize that this quality is a learned practice, and let's be honest, the way we do laundry is more Eva-like than Jones-like, but I'm taking it and not looking back. I may be 99% Gilliam, but I am, in fact, at least 1% my mom and I have the pictures to prove it :)


Send me quarters,

"The Ultimate"

The only good thing about this weekend was that I didn't have to work... and that I got my hair done.... well, and there was Mellow Mushroom pizza.... and a group run...


Oh okay, I guess my weekend wasn't allll that bad... but it for sure was nothing to brag about, or even blog about.... so in lieu of a snazzy weekend recap, I leave you with a conversation I had at the Aveda Salon while getting my hair blown dry, by a hip, fashionable, male hairdresser:

Devon: "Oh, crazy! Did you get the highlights underneath? So cutting edge!"

 Me: "Hehe, yeah, just something different...."

Devon: "So you'll just be walking down the street and someone will see your hair, then you'll turn and they'll be like omg! It's a whole different person! And you'll just be like 'Yeah... I'm the Ultimate..!'" 

Gotta love aveda.... ya just gotta. 

Monday is over, 

"the ultimate"

  

Crackerville

This sign:

is why this nerd:

and this cool guy:

made my early Saturday a good Saturday. 


Don't be jealous,

Happy Fat Tuesday!

For as long as I can remember, my mom would always make my brother, sister and I chocolate chip pancakes on Fat Tuesday. I'm not sure really how, or even why it developed, but it became a tradition that held strong for many years. Unfortunately, this tradition slowly faded away as we all moved on to our different colleges and so Fat Tuesday pancakes became just a memory... well, that is until tonight.... 

BOBBY Z MADE ME PANCAKES!!!!! 

BURNT CHOCOLATE CHIP ONES TOO!!!!

Happy Fat Tuesday and Happy Mardi Gras!!!!!

Nostalgic Weekend... Sorta? Maybe?

This is going to be a quick , first draft post... mostly because I've tried multiple times for the perfect opening paragraph to jump into a weekend recap and have failed multiple times, but also because I have some good posts in mind that I'm excited to get going and want to get this weekend recap out of the way and my roommate off my back about blogging.

So here it goes...

I skipped running group again Saturday, oops. I'm totally blaming Lybia. And the rain. It's just too far of a drive on some days... but, as forecasted - I woke up to lots of rain pounding on my window,

to which I took as a great opportunity for a lazy morning with my coffee, my oats and my computer. During my "google morning" if you will, I stumbled across weather.com (which is a straight up lie becasue the local weather forcast is a favorite bookmark on my browser and probably the second website I check every morning). But anyway, I checked out the radar and noticed a rather large lull in the rain approaching.... the perfect opportunity for a quick 10 mile run, or a quick walk to CVS to get a disposable camera developed.... instead of taking 3 paragraphs to explain that nostolgic reference... I'll let this chick explain (if you're really that interested)... Jamie's Gossip



pre-run grimace

The rest of my Saturday was pretty typical atypical.... for me at least.

 I wandered into target.... for the second time in 18 hours, and believe it or not, after about 45 minutes of browsing, I walked out of the store $9 richer! Keep in mind, I consider it a successful trip if I walk out spending less than $30... but spending -$9.00? Yeah, prrettty darn atypical if I do say so myself...



Which brings me to the 4:00 hour (well, after some classy MTV reality tv watching) where I found myself sitting at Park Street Tavern in the Arena District with no make up on, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and drinking Bud Lights with Annie, Jackie and Lydia - my 3 totes fav girls, ev.

So after 2 beers on an empty stomach, I was more than ready to grab some dinner with Bobby Z... so per usual... we drove to the Short North, parked, sprinted to the nearest restaurant, which happened to be the Press Grill. We sat at the bar, drank some beers while I ate the best grilled mozzerella sandwich of my life and stole a really good piece of cheese pizza.

True to form, after dinner, my sweet tooth was in overdrive.... and since I am a princess and Bob does anything for me (ha ha just kidding....) we stopped a bakery and bought a cookie... a vegan cookie...by accident..... it wasn't the best.... it left me wanting something else... which probably led to my Sunday afternoon meltdown... to which I appeased by going to CVS and treating myself to these little guys... which I kept in my middle console of my car.... but they are not there anymore. ooops again.

Yeah, that was a really boring post. Sorry. I apologize. I also apologize if you have no clue what the title of this post is referring to.... and you probably don't because there is one lady who knows what the heck I'm talking rambling on about...on that note.... see ya later alligators!

Have a cowabunga sorta day,

97%

I started writing this post with 1 goal in mind: to not talk your ear off about my constant issues and problems with food.... 


........aaaand after about 3 full paragraphs and a few one liners into the post... my goal quickly became unattainable.  So unattainable in fact, that I had to delete everything and walk away, er I mean switch over to facebook. But, uh, anyways, here goes attempt numero dos at accomplishing my goal and creating a post with some depth (or at least I hope).


Long story short, I had a borderline eating disorder (and I use the term "borderline" because it makes my issues sound a lot less needy and me a lot less not perfect). A lot of people, mostly me, myself and my therapist, agree that it stemmed from control issues, which in turn, led to lots and lots of body image issues. And if you don't (which I highly doubt) think negative thoughts about your body at least once a day... you are damn lucky, because it sucks. 


So, now that I've chatted up my issues way too much... I bring you to a Glamour article that I am dying to share with you all. I read this article a few weeks ago, but last night I found myself reaching for the same article in attempt to gain some strength. After a major binge on chocolate which then led to a severe mental beat down on myself... I knew I needed something.  That something is this article: Shocking News. 


Challenge yourself to read this full article when you have some time, or when you feel you need some inner strength. Even better...challenge yourself try out the 7 steps at the bottom of the article, I dare you. Wait, even better... I   d o u b l e  dog dare you....


On that note.... I'm off to digest some Subway cookies, drink some hot tea and enjoy my Policewoman of Cincinnati.... 


You are beautiful,

Dare I....

.....call myself a chef??!

Last night I did! Check out this omlette I made.... all with a fry pan, a flipper and a little bit of love.

For my entire life, I have never been able to create a Webster-dictionary-defined omelette. In the past, my omlettes have quickly turned into scrambled eggs or have been created in a GT Express. So I was more than excited when my skillful fry pan manuvering and "eggcellant" flipper flipping produced an almost pefect ham and cheese omlette.

Do I have a future as a professional chef? eh, probably not.

Will I gloat about my culinary masterpiece for awhile? most likely.

Be safe in the kitchen,