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DIY bar cart transformation

I’ve never had much luck finding treasures in the trash, but the other night as I was getting home I found what looked to be a bar cart in perfect condition! I couldn’t believe it so I immediately hauled it upstairs and got to cleaning. I did some major disinfecting with some Clorox -because people are gross. Now, this baby looks brand spankin new!

After a little research, I found out the cart is actually a “utility cart” from Ikea that retails for $30 which is a great deal, but I got it FO FREE!

I wanted to spruce up the cart and what better way than a little gold spray paint?!  After protecting the white areas with newspaper (the most tedious part of the project), I got to spraying. This was actually my first time ever using a spray can. My only advice other than make sure you do it outside (obvi.), is to make sure you do it in the daylight (not so obvious.) so that you don’t miss any spots. Since the sun sets so early these days and I’m majorly impatient, I sprayed in the dark like a freak. This was followed by several touch ups, but the end result looks great!

I had been wanting a bar cart for months, but couldn’t justify spending more than $100 on just the cart itself without even adding on the dollars to stock it – cause I mean, that’s they whole point right?

Check out the final product below! I’m still working on adding a few more bottles, but this should hold me over for these frigid nights ahead! 😉

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xo

summer is coming.

summer

I know, I know. I haven’t written a blog post in FOR-EH-VERRRR, but I have valid reasons for this. Up until about two weeks ago all I could think about was when pesky winter would go away forever so that I could finally do hoodrat stuff with mah frandz (jk). I had minimal motivation & although weird & crazy shiet happens to me daily, I haven’t shared it because I’m selfish. But you guys! This weekend WAS IT. It’s gone. Like, for good. WINTER IS GONE! I’ve always heard that Memorial Weekend is the “unofficial start of summer”, but these things could never be applied in MI-YAMI, because whatever, it’s always sunny and it’s on a completely different wavelength than the rest of America.

But the point is, SUMMER IS COMING! I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my heart. I feel it in my soul. I SAW IT ON A SIGN! Words cannot describe the happiness I feel. #TeamNoPants has been in full effect & I find myself walking downtown, avoiding shady patches of gloom and instead standing longer than necessary in sunny spots and just smiling while looking up at the sky, like the freak that I am. It’s just..SO.MAGICAL. Sunshine is EVERYTHING!

So this is why I’ve decided to get back on the blog train. I feel alive and I need to express it. Winter had me feeling blue, and a part of me was frozen & dead, but I’M BACK! For the next 100 days of summer I am taking FULL advantage. I will do ALL THE THINGS. ALL.OF.THE.THINGS! No one will stop me!

This long weekend was outstanding. I seriously felt like it was a 7 day weekend because that is how many things I did. Here’s a recap of some of it..

Bowie, the #partyanimal at Sandy's Dinosaur Birthday Party.

Bowie, the #partyanimal at Sandy’s Dinosaur Birthday Party

Lights I put up for the patio partayyy.

Lights I put up for the patio partayyy

Unexpected brunch at Janik's was the shiettt.

Unexpected brunch at Janik’s was the shiettt.

I'm obsessed with this honeycomb wonder in Lincoln Park.

I’m obsessed with this honeycomb wonder in Lincoln Park

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Yogis make me wanna be a yogi.

Yogis make me wanna be a yogi

Lincoln Park Zoo is probably the prettiest zoo I've ever been to.

Lincoln Park Zoo is probably the prettiest zoo I’ve ever been to

My spirit animal!

My spirit animal!

Sandy, the Egyptian.

Sandy, the Egyptian

I swear I just wanted to swim in this tank with the seals.

I swear I just wanted to swim in this tank with the seals.

Parson's is the SHIT. Patio drinking will happen this summer.

Parson’s is the SHIT. Patio drinking will happen this summer.

Summer is my favorite. Stay tuned more adventures of Suz. xo

go home winter, you’re drunk.

As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs.

Let me break this down for you, black ice is a sneaky mother f-er. It’s as if Satan just Alex Mack’d himself and turned into an invisible pile of hardened water so that he could have a front-row seat at your painful and humiliating death. It’s THE WORST.

Since moving here, I’ve witnessed a number of people slip and fall on ice and I’ve always dreaded being one of them. I may have laughed uncontrollably at them when it happened, but that was only a natural instinct, I truly felt bad for them. For this reason, I always take tiny steps when near snow or ice or puddles or whatever. I may look like a total freak, but it beats falling on your ass. This, I now know first hand.

The other night, as I was getting home from my weekend job (a topic for another day), I saw my life flash before my eyes as I slipped and fell down these demon stairs:

I slipped on ice at the top right after I pushed open the gate & fell all the way down onto that even bigger pile of ice at the bottom 😦

I’m now literally afraid to go in or out through the back of my apartment until winter is over and done with. I’m completely traumatized. The back of my apartment is a freaking ice rink & I am NOT a fan of skating. Check it out for yourself:

For an entire week it hurt to walk, sit, get up, you name it. If it wasn’t for all the down feathers in my puffer coat, the pain would be much worse, but it was scary nonetheless. There was no one around that late at night and I just pictured my frozen, lifeless body being found the next morning. Super tragic.

What I really need is for that stupid groundhog to get out of his cave & make this winter disappear. The sun needs to shine the shit out over Chicago and melt all this dumb snow so that we can all get on with our lives and frolic the streets sans coats and have endless drinks on sidewalk patios and wear skirts and shorts and tank tops and sandals like normal human beings! Enough with this winter nonsense already! It’s freaking March people! I can’t take it anymore!

Rant over. Thank you for letting me vent.

xo

thankful.

The day before Thanksgiving I had a meltdown. Not because I’d be away from home for the holiday or anything, but because once again I could just feel the weight of the world coming down on me.

I recently took on a new job with a pretty big company where I work from home. I know what you’re thinking, working from home? Why is she complaining? Well although I initially thought working from home during a polar vortex would be the greatest thing ever, it hasn’t exactly panned out how I thought it would. Sleeping in & working in practically nothing is great and all, but when you feel trapped in your apartment with no human interaction & instead only hear human complaints via a headset, you want to just quit at life.

I had enough that day & decided to meet my friend and join her while she ran errands cause anything was better than being in my apartment and facing reality. After one train ride, I got on a bus unsure of my final destination and just as I was about to check my phone to see where to get off, my phone dies. OF COURSE IT DOES. How did people get around without cell phones?! I don’t know, but I cannot live without my Google maps!

I got off at a stop that sounded somewhat familiar and decided to walk in a direction I felt my inner compass was pointing at. Due to my earlier meltdown, this wasn’t the best time to get lost with no way to call for help. I imagined myself hitchhiking, but who would actually pick up a freak in big white puffer coat? After walking for what seemed like forever, I see the Mecca.
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Amen! Hallelujah! Praise da Lawd! Thankfully I am #teamiphone, otherwise I think I would’ve been shit out of luck. I charged my phone for a bit & finally got a hold of my friend.

Regardless of all the bullshit I’m dealing with at the moment. I’m very thankful for many things. I’m thankful for the ability to laugh at myself during the most difficult and ridiculous times of my life. I’m thankful for my health & my family who loves me despite my sometimes crazy choices. I’m thankful for my friends near & far who listen to my stories and complaints and never once tell me to shut up or judge me. I’m thankful for my American Airline miles for allowing me to book a flight to Miami next month without actually having to tap into my bank account. I’m thankful for all of the bad, because without that you aren’t really able to appreciate the good.

Thanksgiving this year was exactly what I needed. I cooked with friends who’ve become my Chi-town fam. Had a delicious dinner with strangers that welcomed me with open arms & spent Black Friday eating leftovers, laughing, listening to music & building a puzzle.

When life stresses you out, step back and partake in the simple things. That’s where true happiness lies. xo

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mornings are rough.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but for the most part, things have been running smoothly. Today however, that lovely streak came to an end. Summer is long gone, Fall came and went in the blink of an eye, and as far as I’m concerned we are in the middle of a Polar Vortex in mid November.

Yesterday, while it was 14 effing degrees outside, I had a genius idea. This shouldn’t come as a shock though, because I have genius ideas all the time. But seriously, I needed to do groceries and I figured, what better time to get them delivered than when it’s freezing outside?!

So I went onto Peapod.com and started my virtual shopping list. If you’ve never heard of Peapod, Google it! It’s a game changer. Not that I don’t enjoy strolling the isles of my local Jewel, but there’s nothing like picking and choosing grocery items from the comfort of your own cozy bed.

Anyway, I chose to have my goods delivered this morning anytime between 7:30 am and 1pm. Of course, they decided to grace me with their presence right at 8am while I was still half asleep (it’s my day off, don’t judge me). So I threw on a robe and ran downstairs to open the lobby door for the delivery guy who was actually stuck at the front gate because the code I gave him to get in wasn’t working. Fabulous! Mid-way through my walk to get him I threw my hands in the air and yelled out something he luckily didn’t understand as I realized I came downstairs without my keys, leaving me locked out.

OF COURSE!

So I’m standing outside while it’s 12 degrees, in a cheetah robe with my Peapod delivery guy who’s wearing layers on layers, hat, gloves and facemask (cause it’s that damn cold), and all I could do was laugh. I insisted that he leave me there with my bags of groceries because someone would eventually have to go to work right? Wrong. He was nice enough to wait with me and laugh at me some more for what seemed like an eternity, but regardless I was grateful.

Then suddenly, I had another genius idea (see, they do happen all the time). I opened this little metal slot I always thought was for people’s cigarette butts in hopes of finding a spare key and like some sort of miracle, there it was!

I screamed, he cheered, and I gave him a good tip for being such a good sport. Peapod, I love you. Just don’t deliver anything to me before noon.

xo

it’s the little things.

Lately a lot of people have asked me what I miss most about Miami & my answer always consists of mainly, “the weather, duh.” But each time I’m asked, it makes me really think about what I genuinely miss. I’ve never been the type to feel homesick so it’s hard for me to come up with a serious answer, but recently it finally hit me -like a ton of bricks while driving through the snow on I-90.

For two weeks I drove to work because quite honestly, I missed traffic. I miss sitting in traffic, yelling at people in Spanish to get out of my way. I miss using my hands to yell, “GOOO GUYYY” & “SERIOUSLY BRO?!” and other offensive things I won’t spell out here in case my parents read this. But I do. I miss driving around in my car listening to ghetto ass music on 103.5 in the morning, cause that was my shit and that’s how I liked to start my day.

I miss Publix because no matter what anyone tells you, no other grocery store in the world could ever compare –ever.

I miss having the option to buy churros or water from the viejitos on the street because now that I can’t, I want these things all the time.

I miss not thinking about what I was going to wear each day cause the temperature would never reach below 75 degrees. I miss not even knowing where my weather app was on my phone because I had no use for it. Today, I check it more than I check Facebook and it always makes me angry when I do. Every. Damn. Time.

I miss seeing my legs, because now I can only wear pants.

I miss that feeling of the sun burning my skin through my car window while driving. 

I miss seeing a box full of croquetas on Sunday mornings and having pan con bistec for dinner. It makes me sad not knowing when I will ever taste either one of those things again. 

I miss the unlimited amounts of Vita Coco I could drink while working at SpinHouse, cause now I never want to actually pay for it.

I miss lounging at the Shore Club with a drink in my hand and being able to float around with tourists who would come vacation in my backyard.

I miss never having to worry about parking, because not having a secured spot in your neighborhood causes an immense amount of anxiety.

I miss going to Flanny’s (in Hialeah, obvi) at whatever time of the day or night for the most delicious chicken philly on the planet and the cheapest drinks after 9 p.m.

I miss the feeling of a warm breeze on my skin and the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. I never thought I could live somewhere that didn’t have these things but here I am, buying mango scented candles so that my tropical ass can feel some sort of normalcy –but I doesn’t work.

Recently, I was flipping through the radio stations on my way home I landed on a station that was playing my favorite salsa song EVER! It almost made me cry of happiness like Pharrell during his interview with Oprah. I just wanted to jump out of my car and bust into a rueda with myself in the middle of the snow.

So for everyone wondering, those are the things that I miss.

xo

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