tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53485282011-04-21T13:56:44.254-05:00Because ranting is what I like to do.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comBlogger8481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-41712388681317937012007-05-04T18:18:00.000-05:002007-05-04T14:19:33.688-05:00

New Blog!I'm trying a new blog format, so please visit my new location: http://theginaspot.wordpress.com. THANKS!!!

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OOPS!!!My weekly reminder has the wrong URL. If you're looking for the current column, try this link instead. SORRY!!!!

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It's Friday . . . FINALLY! This has been the longest week. I don't know why, but it seems to have lasted 11 days. This week's column is a topic that's near and dear to my heart. Although it's written to women, it can really be about anyone who has engaged in cheating with another person. To clarify -- if you've ever willingly become involved with a person who is married/taken/etc., this

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After the column I kind of like how Oprah has the "After the Show" show on Oxygen, which is an extended, less time-constrained version of the show. I think I need to have something like After the Column, just to explain things that can't be explained in my 650-word limit (which often feels more like 550 words, but that's a different story altogether). This week's column, which I titled "Liar

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With much trepidation . . .I'm starting to watch the new episode of The Bachelor.I find it interesting, and incredibly unrealistic that every single one of these women is irresistably attracted to this guy. That's always been the interesting thing about all of the Bachelors. Some of them honestly weren't cute. In fact, some of them would have problems getting dates on their own, and should feel

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What's the deal with TMI today?I don't know whether it's because of Good Friday, or the fact that people are pissed off that it's so cold in Chicago, but I've received two overshares that I would prefer to never have heard. One of my colleagues has a new beau. It's a burgeoning LDR and he made his first visit yesterday. I asked her how the visit is going. She smiled and said "I've never been

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New column, etc. First of all, there's a new column today. For those who grad RedEye, it's on page 35. For others, it can be found right here. On another note, lately I find myself obsessed with tasers. What a great protective device! You can get the bad guy from up to 15 feet away. There's no mess . . . no blood to clean up, and the best part is that you're not doing any felonious,

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It's about time, right?Here's what sucks . . . when I'm out, on the bus, driving, at work, etc., I can think of a million and six things to blog about. What happens when I actually get to a (working) computer? That's right . . . I forget. Let me jump right in and discuss The Bachelor, because it's top of mind, and I'm pissed that I can't salvage the 1.5 hours that I spent watching it (or the

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The dichotomy of the day -- or entire weekendThis weekend was okay, yet it sucked. Today was good, yet it sucked, too.First, the sucky part of yesterday was that I got rear-ended . . . AGAIN! WTF??? If any regular readers recall, I was rear-ended by a cab driver about a month ago. Yesterday, my little run-in was with a BMW-driving middle-aged "yuppie" (as opposed to the 22-year-old cab

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New column!Today's new column is all about giving too much information! It's a fave topic of mine -- I've written about it before -- so if you're interested, check it out !

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Nothing works!This is my week of break-downs. First, my modem died. Just died. I don't know why. I don't know how. One minute, the friendly green lights were illuminated, generating my in-home wireless network. The next, there was an ominous red light -- tantamount to a modem death knell. Then, something weird happened with my car alarm. When I left to have breakfast last Saturday morning, my

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New column today! Today's new column is about when it's okay to date the ex of a friend (hint: probably never). Check it out! We're embarking on St. Patrick's Day weekend -- where everyone decides that they're Irish, drinks excessively, and the city of Chicago dyes the (filthy) Chicago River a bright shade of green. A few things scare me about that dye job. First, that river is so gross to

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Okay, slap my wrist. I'm a bad blogger. This has been a hellishly busy week -- but in a good way. I'll get into that in a minute.Right after I discuss the e-mail that I just received. Let me give the disclaimer -- I LOVE Shari's Berries. Honestly, I send them all the time for multiple occasions, which is why I'm on their mailing list. Today, I received a promotion message that was soliciting St.

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Failed to mention . . .The new column, which dropped on Friday. Okay, so I'm a day and a half late. So shoot me! :-)The new Gina Spot is about exes -- is it okay to reunite? Check it out.

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Recovery . . .From the last few horrific days.Nothing much has changed. Still fired from the freelance mktg writing gig -- and I'm conflicted about how I feel about that. Still fighting -- although I wish I weren't. Still have no appetite for food from the firing and fighting.BTW, when I'm in the middle of a conflict, or under emotional stress, I can't bear the thought of eating. If I'm suffering

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Horrific week I'm not having a very good week. Actually, the early part of the week was fine, but the last few days have completely sucked. First, I was working on a freelance assignment, and I actually got fired from it yesterday! It was one of those frenetic projects that involved tight timeframes and a moody client who hadn't really defined his direction. The agency folks that I was

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MaroonedThe weather is SO bad tonight that any plans that I was trying to make have completely fallen through, which sucks because I was totally in the mood to dance tonight. So . . . an evening of being stuck in the house has turned into a perfect night for blogging! I failed to announce the new column this week, so here goes -- the new Gina Spot is all about dating for benefits, i.e. dating

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My parents' cell phonesSo . . . my father lost his cell phone on February 2. It is amazing that this has never happened before because he is a bit careless and often misplaces things. It's also amazing that he never misplaced me as a child, but that's an entirely different story.My mother typically flips out when he loses things -- largely because she's generally prone to flipping out -- but she

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I can't WAIT for the long weekend!!! First of all -- new column today! It's about a new approach to anger management. Check it out ! Our weather has made my week a little crazy. We had the huge snowfall on Tuesday, which seemed to halt the progress of the city. A drive that normally takes 15 minutes (or less), took about 40. When I arrived home, there was no way I was getting down the

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Valentine's Day MemoriesEvery year, I have these grandiose ideas about how I'm going to send all of my girlfriends cute little cards for Valentine's Day, and send all of my aunts and godchildren little boxes of chocolate. This rarely happens. Last year, I sent a package to the aunts -- my mother's sisters. I'm really happy that I did because they all loved that I remembered them. One of those

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New column, Anna Nicole, and the science of green tea New column today. I have a guest editor, thus the misspellings. Having guest editors make me realize how much I like my regular editor. Sure, we have our differences, but, at the end of the day, he only changes what's absolutely necessary, and keeps me honest on my little writers' quirks. This guy changed a few of my phrases, and I

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The things you think about on a cold night . . .Because it's below zero, and I made the executive decision to stay in tonight. While scrolling through the contents of TiVo, I stumbled across a few episodes of CSI -- a show that I love. As I watched, I had a thought that I often have while watching CSI -- why, when investigating a crime scene, do CSIs always have to use flashlights? Why don't

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New ColumnMy column has been releasing on Thursday nights online, which is a nice little preview for me.This one is about embarassing exes. I think we all have at least one ex that we look back on and say: "What the HELL was I thinking?"I can only hope that nobody says that about me.Click here and check it out!Oh, and I'm finishing day 5 of the cleanse. Today, I've been craving chocolate ice

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Finishing Day ThreeSo, I've finished day 3 of the cleanse. It's been sheer hell. Let me provide a recap:Day 1: Not too bad. Craved everything under the sun, but didn't cave. Even went to a bar that evening, and managed to avoid ordering a much desired cocktail. A MUCH desired cocktail.Day 2: Was excited to have two meetings at work. Meetings are great ways to keep my mind off of food.

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In the process of procrastinationSo, I bought curtain rods yesterday ($130, thankyouverymuch). These rods were purchased to FINALLY install the valances that I bought . . . oh . . . SEVERAL months ago.I've been on this quest for home improvement lately, and I'm procrastinating it. I don't really know why.I can tell you that, right now, I'm only blogging because I don't feel like going downstairs

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Wanted -- Sleep Bandits My sleep was severely impaired last night. Largely because of the sleep bandits that I live with:America's Most Wanted Name: Phoebe B.DOB: 5/15/96Height: 9"Weight: 7lbsAliases: Feebs, Feeble, The Pooh Bear, Feeble BooWanted for: Midnight marauding, cavorting with imaginary friends, breaking and entering bedroom closets, several attempts to suffocate the person who kindly

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New column today! It's all about reinventing places and experiences once you've broken up with someone. Check it out ! I'm ALL ABOUT the reinvention party. It's funny . . . I keep myself so busy with work, and freelance writing, and the column that I forget what it's like to have a full night off -- and by that I mean a night where I don't have a deadline, or have to worry about a looming

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This explains a lot . . . Anger linked to women's heart problems Here's an excerpt: "Researchers found that women who tended to outwardly express their anger had a higher risk of artery blockages if they also had one of several other heart risk factors: older age, diabetes or high cholesterol. Other measures of hostility, like suppressed anger and hostile temperament in general, were

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Trading SpousesMy favorite quotes from this week's Trading Spouses, fresh from TiVo:Abasi (militant black man): I wish you could be black for a week. You probably would kill yourself.Marguerite (the famed "God Warrior" from a previous episode): WHAT?Abasi: YeahMarguerite: I would not, cause I will tell you something. I'd be hip-hoppin' , having a good ole time, eating gizzards.Now, the

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Neighbors and the animals that they don't take care ofI was inspired by Jen to write this post.My next door neighbors have two behemoth dogs. Now, granted I love these dogs, and it is my belief that Roscoe and Foxy love me right back. Their owners . . . well that's a different story. A few months ago, I blogged about the steaming heap of shit that I stepped in while walking across MY lawn. I

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Blogger has been betraying me lately My last post disappeared. I'm posting through Google these days, which might be part of the issue. I have no idea. Anyhoo . . . today's column day. It's all about being Bitter, which some of us know more about than others. Check it out. I really wish I had a portable blogging device that has voice recognition, so that I could just talk into it during

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The onset of obesityEgg McMuffins are a very, VERY occasional guilty pleasure. They're one of the most benign items on the McDonald's menu -- particularly after removing the canadian bacon to make the sandwich compliant with the standard Gina B. diet -- no red meat (and yes, pork is red meat. I don't care what those commercials say about it being the other white meat. If it walks on four legs,

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New column today! Hello good people. Today's new column is all about Sounding Boards. In layman's terms, be careful of who you talk to about arguments with your significant other. They might come back to haunt you. Check it out in the last edition of RedEye! Also . . . be my friend on MySpace! I'm SO ready for the weekend!! Perhaps I'll put away my makeshift Christmas tree before the

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Cheating and getting over it The theme of the day is cheating. I was inundated with it from the very start of the day. I was listening to Drex in the Morning, and they featured a woman who makes it her business to ruin the weddings of men who have cheated on her in the past. Apparently she bursts in, says whatever she has to say to a church full of astonished guests and family members, and

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Happy New Year!I hope everyone had a fun and exciting NYE. Mine was mellow. I've had better, and I've certainly had worse. It's all about the company, I say. :-)I'm not looking forward to returning to work tomorrow. I have to say that I loved my work week last week -- which consisted of approximately 1.5 days of work -- which translates into two hours of productivity. Now? It's business as

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Tagged by Thaihoney!! :-) The lovely and talented Chariya (aka Thaihoney) tagged me, so I must rise to the occasion. Here goes:Five items in my freezer:- A pie crust that I didn't use on Thanksgiving- A few pieces of chicken, complete with freezer burn- Frozen homemade chicken soup -- made from scratch by yours truly for those unexpected illnesses- Lemon bars -- bought from Whole Paycheck (Foods)

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Christmas . . .Is over for another year!! Yay!!Actually I had a pretty good Christmas. I can't complain. I did my typical drop-offs on Christmas Eve, and did my own thing on Christmas, which I loved. Hung out with the BF, saw a movie, dropped by a friend's house. It was low pressure, and a lot of laughs. My parents didn't really get me gifts. They never do. My mother doesn't even bother

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How many days until Christmas is over?I've been shopping all day. And it was the worst kind of shopping -- the kind you do when you have no idea what you're looking for. You wander through stores, desperately looking for something to jump out and say "Pick me! I'm perfect. I'm the thing that your friend will love, and look!! I'm even on sale." Needless to say that didn't happen.After my

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How did THIS happen?Christmas completely snuck up on me and I'm extremely unappreciative. I don't know how this happened, especially since we've been inundated with obnoxious Christmas music and displays since the day after Halloween -- the earliest that I can remember.Not to be a curmudgeon, but Christmas isn't very enjoyable. Well . . . at least the days leading up to Christmas aren't fun. I

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The company Christmas party . . .Was executed without any disorderly drunken moments by yours truly. I can't take a lot of the credit for it. I honestly didn't feel so well at the onset of the dinner, and wasn't optimistic that I would be able to make it through. Tylenol came to the rescue, and I was a new woman. I defied all medical common sense by having a few hot tea and brandies, which made

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New column and . . . The new column released today, and it's all about doing the right thing. CHECK IT OUT!!! And . . . I hate to admit this, but I threw up in my car this morning. Yep, I sure did. This has almost happened to me many times in the past. I've narrowly escaped barfing on the bus in the past, which would have been infinitely more embarrassing. I'm one of those people

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Washcloths -- Mystery solved! So, apparently, I was actually supposed to receive the washcloths. After my inquiry to customer service yesterday, I received this response: Hello Gina, There should have been a note in the packing slip with information regarding the samples sent to you. When ever we receive free samples from a manufacturing partner we typically arrange for them to be shipped

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Online Shopping et al Seems as though my online holiday shopping has gone a bit haywire. I ordered a gift for someone (and I can't say what it is just in case said person decides to take a gander at this blog), and in it's stead, received two yellow washcloths. Just washcloths. I'm left wondering who might this order really belongs to, and even more important: who orders two washcloths? I

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New column today!!!! I love Friday! Not only is it the last day of the work week, it's garbage day at Casa de la Gina B., AND it's column day. YAY!! This week, it's all about the art of forgiveness in a relationship. CHECK IT OUT!

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Feeling MUCH better . . . And it's a good thing, because being sick doesn't agree with me. Had a great time with Jen and Fletch last Saturday night. Apparently they had a chimney "mishap" the day before (which means that their chimney imploded, and their house was filled with noxious gas, unbeknownst to them), so they decided that we would go out to eat. They chose Flatwater, which is on

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Illness et alWell, to catch everyone up with all of my cryptic goings on over the last few days, everything is fine now, and this Christmas will likely not be "the Christmas that . . ." But, since there are about three weeks left until Christmas -- and a LOT can happen over three weeks -- I don't want to be overly confident. Some things require a leap of faith, I guess. I'm not always the best

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1164810939300241252006-11-29T07:10:00.000-06:002006-11-29T08:43:50.073-06:00

Work? Ugh!! Not feeling like working today. Not even feeling like writing the column. In fact, I don't want to participate in life today. I don't want to lay in bed and watch TV, nor do I feel like eating. Eating has become my least favorite activity over the last two days, and I can only hope that the byproduct of my emotional messiness will be a reduction in the number on the scale.

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Test from the UniverseI'm going to be cryptic here, so please forgive me.Sometimes the Universe is cruel and throws you a test that shakes up the status quo, and makes you question all that you believed to be true. I got such a test the other day, and I'm having a hard time with with. I brought something up that perhaps should have been left with the multitudes of other things in my Pandora's

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Seems as though I forgot my parents' 42nd wedding anniversary.  My mother called to guilt trip me today about it.  The problem is that it occasionally falls on Thanksgiving day, which makes it difficult to remember the exact date.  At least that's what I tell myself.  The BIGGER problem here is that it seems that my father also forgot.  It won't be a happy time at my parents' house tonight. 

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Thanksgiving was . . .Great, actually. I've cooked the entire meal for so long that I have it down to a process. I know my favorite recipes -- and more importantly, what my parents prefer. For example, I've learned that my father doesn't like crazy elaborate desserts -- just something mildly sweet. So, for him, I made little pound cakes in one of those bundt pans that has six small bundts per

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1164211404438441322006-11-22T07:03:00.000-06:002006-11-22T10:15:08.970-06:00

One more day . . . Actually, I begin cooking today. I need work to go by really quickly today so that I can finish my shopping and take a quick pass through Sur La Table and get the cake pans that I need. Since I'm an over-baker and use Thanksgiving as an excuse to make desserts that I know I have no business eating during the regular course of the year, I had the brilliant idea to smaller

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Oh, Michael Richards . . . Did anyone see Michael Richards' apology on David Letterman last night? He appeared via satellite during the interview with Jerry Seinfeld -- who's probably upset that his untimely outburst might have cost him DVD sales for his new release. The interview was borderline ridiculous. Basically he made it seem like his racist tirade was a result of his body being

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1164043881938342592006-11-20T07:31:00.000-06:002006-11-20T14:15:41.313-06:00

And now this wonderful display of racism . . . By Michael Richards -- Kramer of Seinfeld fame: http://www.tmz.com/2006/11/20/kramers-racist-tirade-caught-on-tape/ When I watched this video for the first time, I wanted to think that it was just a sketch. That he couldn't possibly be that much of racist . . . or, frankly, that much of an idiot. Did he REALLY think that a) he wasn't being

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1164039288328737922006-11-20T06:14:00.000-06:002006-11-20T11:04:52.626-06:00

Cleaning Snafu Alrighty, so I'm no more prepared than I was on Friday. There has been no menu sketched out, no kitchen inventory taken. The only thing that I have managed to do was to invite one more person (meaning a perfect table of six), have my house cleaned (the only effort exerted by me was in writing the check). The cleaning didn't go off without a hitch. Usually, I'm at home

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1163780760294504012006-11-17T07:00:00.000-06:002006-11-17T10:38:26.883-06:00

I'm a slacker . . . once again! Although, at least three times a day, I think of fun things to blog about, somehow, when I get settled and comfy at home, it doesn't translate into me actually sitting down and writing. What's THAT about? I wish I knew. So, in preparation for the Thanksgiving feast that I annually toil over, I began my search for strays relatively late in the process. Going

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Only in New York . . . I hope everyone had a fabulous Halloween. I snuck into NY for about a day and a half the other day (apologies if you're one of my NY buddies that I didn't see -- it was a whirlwind trip), and enjoyed the wonderful, warm weather during the short time that I was there.On my trip back, as I sat in the American Airlines terminal at LaGuardia, I said in the row of seats nearest

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Will this girl EVER stop kicking ass?  Sheesh!  She probably has a holding cell with her name on it! http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061025/people_nm/campbell_arrest_dc

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1161626788896167102006-10-23T13:06:00.000-05:002006-10-23T15:34:36.983-05:00

WTF, people??  If I get ONE more piece of chain mail that threatens to do harm to my family, or ruin my sex life if I don't pass it on (i.e. 'annoy') at least 15 other people, I'm going to seek a revenge worse than that which is proposed in the message.    Today it was something about loving Jesus, and if I love Jesus, I should inform more people by forwarding them the original email.    Now .

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I'm not aloneMaybe tis the season to be an infrequent blogger. Some of my most fave blogs haven't been updated in a fortnight, and mine is no different. But I'm long overdue for an update, so here goes . . . I have lots to reflect on. First of all, a few weeks ago, I watched the latest installment of Dateline where they catch all of those perverted child molesters that pick them up online. I

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1160109194583664352006-10-05T23:33:00.000-05:002006-10-05T23:34:17.270-05:00

I was one of the lucky Chicago residents that was affected by the three-day power outage.  Good ole ComEd!!  And hooray for them for increasing their rates when they can't even restore power within THREE freakin' days.   During one of my many phone calls to ComEd, I finally reached a customer (dis)service representative.  I asked her if there was any concession or rebate given to customers whose

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Security's great, and the people that work in airports as security guards, customs inspectors, etc. have necessary, but virtually thankless jobs.  Nobody's happy to see you.  Everyone complains.  There's always some stupid traveler who has read nothing about what is/is not legal to bring on an airplane.  I can't imagine how it must be to spend the day explaining to idiots the reasons why kitchen

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1158935601434518362006-09-22T09:33:00.000-05:002006-09-22T09:50:08.906-05:00

So much has been going on lately, and I've been a total blogging slug.  Apologies!!!   I've been to a few concerts -- Mariah Carey last Monday (she rocked it, although, predictably, she was wearing little more than a napkin at any given time) and A Tribe Called Quest on Friday (they completely rocked it, and the venue wasn't nearly as bad as I expected).   Over the weekend I went to a great

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1157811373921596562006-09-09T09:16:00.000-05:002006-09-09T20:24:29.970-05:00

Lately, I've been the consummate consumer.  Granted, fall is nearly here and I definitely needed some new fall suits and shoes, but I've taken shopping to an entirely new level.    I've decided that I could probably do a better job at accessorizing, so I've been on a jewelry buying spree.  And, because I hate the fake stuff, I've opted for semi-precious stones.  Near my birthday, I decided that

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I've been tagged by Thaihoney!Granted, it was nearly three weeks ago, so I have to catch up . . . Five thingsIn my refrigerator:1. Leftover thai food2. Crystal Light3. broccoli4. edamame5. eggsIn my closet:1. Lots of shoes2. Lots of coats3. Lots of suits4. A bin full of workout clothes5. Endless supply of handbagsIn my purse:1. A slew of vitamins2. My credit/debit card3. Three

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I always get depressed this time of year.  Although autumn is my favorite season, I'm never so anxious for it to arrive.  It symbolizes the end of summer, and the possibilities to do all of those things that I wanted to do, but didn't.    And then I've witnessed so many relationship problems in those around me.    Last night, which started out okay but turned out to be completely sucky, there

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1156539957851486512006-08-25T16:05:00.000-05:002006-08-25T16:05:57.940-05:00

The new column is about introspective dating.  If more than three people tell you someting about yourself -- believe it!  :-)   On another note, a special announcement for Chicagoan pet lovers . . .   It is with great regret that we inform you that the FFF Board of Trustees has decided to close Furry Friends Foundation.  We are making a huge push to adopt out our remaining animals as quickly as

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1155906184496475342006-08-18T08:03:00.000-05:002006-08-18T08:03:04.583-05:00

The new column is called Chasing the High, and it's all about handling the crash of a new relationship.  We've all been there.  It sucks.  Which is why I wrote about it.   This has been such a jam-packed month.  Between working, writing, and trying to squeeze in every social obligation on the planet, I love to have a quiet evening at home.  This rarely happens.    I've been led to the conclusion

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1155334201804910152006-08-11T17:10:00.000-05:002006-08-11T17:10:01.870-05:00

I've been a bad blogger lately.  Truthfully, I haven't had the time -- okay, really I haven't had the energy.    Everyone's on a mad dash to squeeze in the last bit of social activity in the summer, and it seems that I have something to do every night of the week.  Not that I'm complaining.  I love having an active social life.  It's just that when you hang out on a nightly basis, there are

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Check out the new column (http://redeye.chicagotribune.com).  It's all about Stuff, and how to retrieve it after a breakup.    I've been a bad blogger lately.  And it isn't as though there's nothing to write about.  There's plenty.  It's just that I haven't stopped for five minutes to write about it.   For example, Jennifer Lopez has decided to pull out of her role in Dallas . . . which means

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1154430312619550942006-08-01T06:05:00.000-05:002006-08-01T06:05:12.703-05:00

The new column released today.  It's about going the extra mile for your significant other.  Go to the RedEye Site and check it out!   I seem to be missing my Myspace page.  All of a sudden, it's been deleted, or I can't log in, or something.  My apologies to everyone who's looking for it!  I'm trying to straighten it out.

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1154238484418321552006-07-30T00:37:00.000-05:002006-07-30T00:48:04.430-05:00

New release!Melanie Lynn Hauser was nice enough to send me an advance copy of her new release Confessions of a Supermom. I burned through it in two days! It's hilarious, extremely cute without being too "parentally annoying," if you know what I mean. The official release is Tuesday, August 1. Go get it!!!

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A lot to blog about, which is what happens when you don't blog all week.   First of all, I'm having horrendous back problems.  I woke up on Saturday morning with shooting pains in my upper left back.  I tried to get to the chiropractor's office, but it didn't work out, so I suffered until Tuesday, when I could get into the chiro in my office building.  I'm still suffering, but at least I'm

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1153488699318955322006-07-21T08:31:00.000-05:002006-07-21T08:31:39.400-05:00

The new column dropped today.  It's about the come over guy -- the guy that's only excited about in-home dating.  Go to the RedEye site and check it out -- http://redeye.chicagotribune.com.   I've been meaning to blog about this . . . did anyone see the news report earlier this week about the woman who called 911 to have an allegedly cute officer return to her house?    If not, boy, did you miss

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1153327523394940422006-07-19T11:45:00.000-05:002006-07-19T11:45:23.486-05:00

I'm SO freakin' tired today.  I have no idea why.  Well, that's not true.  When you have a couple of glasses of wine, and stay up until the wee hours watching something on TiVo that could easily be watched during normal hours, and then wake up at 5:30 am, that's a recipe for exhaustion.    Repeat behavior for 3 days, and you have exhaustion combined with grumpiness.   Keep it up for an extended

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1153115839298870962006-07-17T00:55:00.000-05:002006-07-17T01:24:16.123-05:00

My favorite line from tonight's episode of EntourageAri Gold: "Tell Drama he's next on my list right after I stick needles in my cock." My second favorite line:Ari Gold: "People. . . staff meeting has been cancelled. You all have one goal today, and that is to get Vincent Chase's brother, Johnny Chase, a job. Any job. I don't care if it's a porn shoot in which he is being gang raped by a

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1153014094474622042006-07-15T20:41:00.000-05:002006-07-15T20:41:34.546-05:00

So, I'd heard grumblings about Star Jones having a temporary gig after The View, but not until after cycling through my TiVo selections did I realize that she's invaded one of my favorite shows.   I love House Hunters on HGTV . . . or at least I used to.  It's like going to a bunch of open houses without having to leave my couch.  What could be better?    The hostess -- Suzanne Whang -- is nice

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1152912122303636902006-07-14T16:22:00.000-05:002006-07-14T16:22:02.413-05:00

Saw a good sketch comedy show at Improv Olympic last night.  It's called Moist, and it touches a lot of risque topics.  Check it out, if you get the chance.    There's also a new show starting next week on July 15th that stars a few of my buddies.  It's called Pimprov, and I think the name speaks for itself.  Isn't that right, Marz and Jonathan?  :-)

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1152887398020184382006-07-14T09:29:00.000-05:002006-07-14T09:30:01.173-05:00

The new column is about good couples, and how to achieve good-couple-dom.  Check it out:  http://redeye.chicagotribune.com.   On another note, my pictures have still not turned up at Walgreen's as of yet (see yesterday).  It's become my obsession, and the woman with the 17-inch green fingernails seems not to care very much.  I called this morning at 7:00 am and spoke with Ms. Talons.  She had the

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1152815631905955232006-07-13T13:33:00.000-05:002006-07-13T22:56:50.050-05:00

So . . . I took a lot of pictures at my Aunt's funeral over the last few days.  It ended up being a mini-family reunion, and while we weren't present for the best occasion, it was great to see everyone.   I shot film, so I took three rolls to Walgreens for processing to a CD.  About an hour ago, I went to pick up the pictures, which were promised to me by noon.    As I exited the store,

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Crazy week!Just returned from a trip to Virginia for the funeral of my aunt. It was sad, yet a celebration of her long and happy life.Travel TOTALLY sucked. Got delayed on both in-bound and out-bound flights. I just returned from the airport, even though I should have arrived hours before. The cabin was dark, and tt would have been a perfect flight to get a couple hours of sleep. However, I

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1152559581589852932006-07-10T14:26:00.000-05:002006-07-10T14:26:21.716-05:00

Apparently Ken Lay had a "private funeral service" today.    Okay, call me a conspiracy theorist, but does anyone besides me view this with skepticism?  I can't help thinking that someone should authenticate the corpse.    I would bet a lot of money that he's chilling out somewhere, holding a tropical cocktail, in a country where we don't have extradition rights.

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Last week was horrible.  I lost an aunt to kidney failure, and an old acquaintance died in a car accident.   Other bad things happened -- I changed the scope of a relationship (not the one I talked about the other day), and my damned eye infection is back.   I hope this week will be better, although I don't see how it can't.   On another note, how DO people wear glasses every day?  I've blogged

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Yesterday's column ...If you didn't read yesterday's column (http://redeye.chicagotribune.com), it's about how some guys don't get the hint when we women are obviously not interested (i.e. not returning calls, ALWAYS busy when you call, etc.). We feel -- logically -- that if we're never available to talk or go out with you, that you should assume that we're not interested and stop pursuing us.

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1152277811731043982006-07-07T08:10:00.000-05:002006-07-07T08:10:11.826-05:00

Happy Friday!   The new column dropped today in RedEye, and it's all about getting the hint when someone isn't into you.  If you want to check it out, go to the RedEye site.  (http://redeye.chicagotribune.com).

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Okay, so I broke down . . . And got a myspace page. It's bare bones so far, but I plan to add to it. Check it out --->http://www.myspace.com/columnista. And if you ask me nicely, I promise to be your friend! :-)

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1152000304858802882006-07-04T02:43:00.000-05:002006-07-04T03:05:04.896-05:00

Holiday WeekendI had a lot going on this weekend, and I didn't manage to do everything that I had planned.I went to an annual picnic behind the Museum of Science and Industry on Saturday, where I saw SO many people that I haven't seen in a long, long time. It was so good to see a lot of those people. It always happens, though, that I get asked when I'm settling down. I hate that question. As

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1151595177614890242006-06-29T10:32:00.000-05:002006-06-29T10:32:57.743-05:00

No more Star Jones! So the world can be devoid of ridiculous soundbytes and her delusions of grandeur.   On another note, did anyone see the picture of Jamie Foxx kissing Fantasia (Mantasia) during a performance at the BET awards.  I was perusing RedEye on the el yesterday morning, and when I saw that picture I couldn't resist screaming "ewwwwwwww."    Yeah, people on the train think I'm real

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1151255041458292902006-06-25T11:10:00.000-05:002006-06-25T20:24:08.690-05:00

New Friends!I had the opportunity to make new friends the other day when I interviewed Jen Lancaster and Fletch, her husband (and dogs and cats). Jen, a fellow Chicagoan, is the author of our book club selection, and the book that I've been raving about lately -- Bitter Is The New Black, and I wrote her to give her kudos on the book and to see if I could interview her, and get some relationship

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1151060742049855542006-06-23T06:05:00.000-05:002006-06-23T06:10:00.143-05:00

New Column todayToday's column is all about how to have a good date.Also, the RedEye site has changed, and now there are archives, in case you missed any in the recent weeks that you wanted to read, and a new bio.On another, more serious note, I'm not exactly happy about the terrorist threats that we're having today. It's kind of scary to hear a random news item reporting a potential attack on

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1150907480312061922006-06-21T11:31:00.000-05:002006-06-21T11:31:20.390-05:00

I had dinner at Sushi Wabi last night with a friend who is moving to Paris for nine months.  PARIS!  I LOVE Paris.    She and her boyfriend are just picking up and moving there so that he can finish a writing project, and she's going to spend her days reading and walking her dogs.  Although she can't get into the Parisian habit of not picking up the dog shit.  They don't seem to think it's

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1150810178741276522006-06-20T08:29:00.000-05:002006-06-20T08:29:38.816-05:00

Saturday, I watched a segment of the weekend edition of the Today show, and the topic was cybersnooping, and how it's common for significant others to rifle through each others' e-mail, text messages and call logs.    The guest "expert" was a very attractive man.  He was also one of those hot guys that you can look at and tell that he's going to be a big fireball of trouble.  In fact I can't

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1150726872469338172006-06-19T09:21:00.000-05:002006-06-19T09:21:12.560-05:00

You will all be proud of me.  I narrowly escaped vomiting on the bus this morning.    I'm one of those people who has a day-of-the-week pill organizer.  No, they're not just for octogenarians.  They're also for those of us who are trying desperately to remain vitamin-enriched and well-preserved.  All told, I have between seven and ten pills that I take each morning.  That might be excessive, but

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1150660259952427942006-06-18T14:50:00.000-05:002006-06-19T23:17:45.900-05:00

Contact LensIts whereabouts is still a mystery. Is it still in my right eye coexisting with its replacement lens? Did it get wrestled out during a particularly rigorous eyerub? Either way, I'm having a bit of pain in my right eye, and I can't decide whether it's real or psychosomatic because I think there might be a contact lens folded and stuck in the top left corner of my eye. I'm off to

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Finished with most of my dayMade it to all three of the godchildren's recitals by the skin of my teeth.The first one was the 6-year-old's dance recital. There were children as young as three who were participating. The little ones are funny. They basically stumble through the dance moves, and everyone thinks it's cute because they're so young and shameless. I feel for the instructors because

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1150579551649808522006-06-17T10:14:00.000-05:002006-06-17T16:25:51.660-05:00

What a day ahead of me . . .Alrighty, people . . . I'm queen of the overleveraged. Sometimes I think there's a contest to see how much I can pack into the day. I have THREE children's dance recitals, a birthday party, my dad's gig, and I'm capping off the evening by meeting another friend for cocktails. WTF? Did I mention that I just put in two flats of annuals? Then there's the little

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1150381475717942322006-06-15T09:24:00.000-05:002006-06-15T09:24:35.723-05:00

I know that there are a lot of weird people in the blogosphere.  I looked at a report from a nifty little service that allows me to see how people get to my sites.  It isn't that comprehensive, but I can see what they searched for to find me.  Usually it's benign stuff, like 'Gina B. RedEye.'    Well . . .  I just saw where someone searched for "How to rob a vending machine with a crowbar," and

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1150380752996367182006-06-15T09:12:00.000-05:002006-06-15T09:12:33.103-05:00

Is a sucky day.  It was crappy from the moment I woke up this morning, and I suspect it will remain shitty because my day is taken up mostly by meetings, and I'm in the middle of a cleanse, which means that my typical soothing oatmeal breakfast won't be happening today.   Being busy is a wonderful thing, but leaves little time for leisurely stuff.  I've lately had to learn the art of saying 'no.'

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1149997243278619132006-06-10T22:13:00.000-05:002006-06-10T22:40:43.363-05:00

Invasive peopleIt's funny . . . I've never been one for invasive people. I don't mean inquisitive, because that's okay. I'm talking about the type of person who wants to jump in and take part in things that you haven't invited them to take part in. Invasive people freak me out, and make me clam up immediately.I was just talking to J., one of my best friends, and he mentioned a particularly

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1149868892312827942006-06-09T11:01:00.000-05:002006-06-09T11:01:32.393-05:00

The new column dropped today, and proposes a new curriculum of education for men and women.  It is all about the do's and don'ts of communication.  I think most of us could benefit from these courses.   Go to the RedEye site and check it out!

Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03065965994996877326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348528.post-1149785079154707632006-06-08T11:44:00.000-05:002006-06-08T11:44:39.240-05:00

My commute is definitely odd.    A man wearing a blouse winked at me today.  I couldn't really figure it out.  He was clearly wearing a shirt that my mother might've worn, yet he wore normal man's jeans.  Weird.  If I had to guess, I would bet that he's not straight.  So why me?    I began thinking that perhaps he liked MY blouse, and that he saw us as kindred spirits in blouses.  Or perhaps

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