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Sometimes you get in the car with only the intent of moving it from one side of the street to the other. Then sometimes, an hour later, a grande mocha later, a spontaneous drive past a ghost of a house later, a theme song later, you finally end up parking.

Seriously, I need to stop handing over my paychecks to Target.

I hate it when I hear a song start on the radio ba ba ba ba badadumdum and it turns out to be “Under Pressure.” I love it when I hear a song start on the radio ba ba ba ba badadumdum and it turns out to be “Ice Ice Baby.”

My dad had triple bypass surgery today. I had to wake up at 4:20am to drive him to the hospital. My mom asked me if I was going to take a shower. I laughed at her. I think everything went fine.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

  • dragonbane
    June 1, 2007at2:02 am

    You are SO young. Your three makes me sad.

  • Jen
    June 1, 2007at9:22 am

    Hope you dad has a speedy recovery.

  • Sid
    June 1, 2007at10:05 am

    i agree with both of the above comments

  • val
    June 1, 2007at10:46 am

    Thank you Jen and Sid.
    It’s not that I don’t appreciate Queen, because I do like thats song…it’s just that when I hear that particular riff I expect Vanilla Ice, and it rarely comes through. So I get excited when it actually is Ice Ice Baby.
    And Sid, I’m older than you!

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