Good Food, Good Art

The past several weeks around here have been sooo busy...so we decided to take a day (today!) to do something fun. First we made a Starbucks run...can't get up early on a Saturday without it. Then we headed to the city for brunch at one of our most favorite restaurants, Frontera Grill. Afterwards, we hit the Art Institute to see the Lichentenstein exhibit.

The food is worth standing in line for 40 minutes before they open. After an appetizer plate of ceviche, quesadillas and taquitos, I had eggs with tomato, onion, Serrano peppers and avocado with a side of black beans. Joe had the corn cakes with goat cheese and two sunny side up eggs.

Joe was happy to be there.

The Ring (Engagement), one of many Lichtenstein pieces we saw today.

We also perused the rest of the museum to see some of our old favorites. Like American Gothic.

And Nighthawks.

I'll show them...or not

I was told in jest by my coworkers that I'm boring because I revealed during a conversation about nail polish that I have strictly worn red nail polish on my toes for years. Not even pink. Just red. When I get a pedicure, upon entering the salon, I walk right up to the wall of nail polish and I select a bright cherry red each and every time. Sure that shade varies from time to time but it's always red.

I work with people who paint their nails black, turquoise, with polka dots and sometimes different colors on each hand. So today, on my much needed day off, I went to get a pedicure. Upon entering the salon, I picked up a bottle of red and then I hesitated. I can be fun. I can be different. So I picked up a bright orange. And right before I walked away, I put the orange down and picked up lime green. After all, I like lime green clothes. It's definitely summery...and fun. The opposite of boring.

I knew the polish was a huge mistake before I even left. My first inkling that I probably looked ridiculous was when the manicurist (or is it pedicurist?) nail technician asked me several times if I liked it. I lied. I said I did. I pretended to be fun. The truth is, I can't wait to change it.

Every time I look down at my lime green toes, the yellow-ish hue catches me off guard and for a split-second I think my toes look sickly...like some weird fungus is growing and I'm seeing if for the first time. So much for being spontaneous.

My Wild and Crazy Week

Baptism by fire. I've had multiple colleagues say this phrase to me this week. I have been at my job for two months and this week I have logged 55 hours so far. I say "so far" because I am also working tomorrow (Saturday), kindly turned down working Sunday and, to start next week, am looking at a 16-hour day on Monday. I am sleep deprived. Mentally and physically tired. And I somehow managed to invite company over for dinner tomorrow night before I realized I would be running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I also very wisely volunteered to make a meal and deliver it to another family on Sunday. Thankfully for me, my husband ran some errands today, went to the store with me after I left work tonight and has volunteered to clean the house tomorrow. I love being back in the saddle again but after living life as a student/housewife for the past few years I am especially not used to this craziness. I know things will quiet down soon enough but until then, chances are, I need some more caffeine.