You're damn right I just told three ladies to STFU on the quiet car. If I can hear you over my Carly Simon on my headphones, you are too goddamned loud.

getting there

So, we're almost done with the unpacking and putting away of all of the things.

FINALLY.

I have one more ikea bookshelf to put together, that'll be tonight, and when that's done, I can get stuff on it and be set to go.  There are still some other things that need to be taken care of, like we gotta find somewhere to hang the surfboards, and I have to put the pictures up and that sort of thing, but at least now we don't have clothes living on the bed or on a folding table, they actually have a home in a wardrobe.

Once the house is done I can get back to my fun bike projects.

Suburban silver lining

Ikea. Lots and lots of Ikea. And Home Depot projects. Gonna hack the ever loving shit out of some Billy bookcases. Because I can. So there.

OMG: Singer Sinead O’Connor reported missing in Wilmette, Illinois

it's the suburbia curse.  first moline got prince, and now wilmette has its claws into sinead. WHY DOES NOBODY BELIEVE ME????



Singer Sinead O’Connor reported missing in Wilmette, Illinois: pIrish singer Sinéad O’Connor, who achieved worldwide fame in 1990 with her version of the song “Nothing Compares 2 U”, has been/p

Another week of suburbia hell

Well so this weekend I could have been anywhere, not just the suburbs, since I only left the house once (it was laundry and unpack/put stuff away weekend).

Monday morning Metra: the train is one car short and some sorority brat is saving seats. Fun times.

I have a secret.....

I really enjoy some of Meghan Trainor's music. I still really dislike her and most of her lyrics  (even in the songs I like) are problematic and terrible....but ngl, I will totally cubicle-dance-party to Me Too, No, and All About That Bass on the reg.

Suburban goodness, one quiet car at a time

I do not mind a long commute at all.  I don't even mind a long driving commute. Even in bad traffic. Cuz if it means a long time in the car by myself, that just means I get to listen to my shitty music longer really loud and sing along.

And if it's a long train or bus ride, that means more reading or knitting.  The down side to that though is the other people. Especially the loud ones. The ones who have stupid loud phone conversations, or worse, the ones listening to music without headphones. Gross.

But the Metra has a solution for that. The quiet cars. No talking, no music loud enough to be hear by others in your earphones, no kids, no noise at all. It is glorious.

I thought that I'd be super sad that they no longer have the bar car on the Rock Island Line (I'm still *sorta* sad, that bar car was fucking COOL) but the quiet car is my jam. (Not my lady jam, too loud for that)

So yeah, there are some good things about loving in suburbia. :)