Idols and Egos

Erin Go BLAHHHHHHHHHHHH (REMIXXX)

Stop racial profiling me on and around St. Patrick's day.

Sure, I painted my nails a nice shade of KELLY Green last week, however I did NOT recall that it was the shamrock time of year and neither was it mentioned by the manicurist. Pass.

Ok - my father and brother have the same name Thomas James O’Brien (Sr./Jr. Respectively).

Yes, my name conjures up images of heel clicking leprechauns, but I did not name myself. Pass.

Most of you know me to enjoy a good drink – So? I have a very social career and if you know this so do you. Pass.

I thought the word dinner literally meant a plate with a meat, potato and green from a can until high school. Hmm.

If I am the least bit upset, pissed or embarrassed (?? I’m guessing?) my face fills bottom up with red splotches. No. Matter. What.

Green Day is my favorite band. So now I can’t like the COLOR?

My face is equi-wide and tall. That’s true, That’s true.

I have been given more than one green-shamrock rosaries in my lifetime.

My sister worked part time at an Irish pub for more than ten years. She is consistently the only non Irish accent wielding staff member.

Like I said, stop profiling me. I am just a victim of circumstance. I don't have a special relationship with St. Patrick himself, and if I did, like I would tell you.

KOB

PS - This piece originally ran 3 years ago, but it still is the best thing I can dew for St, Patty's day, so enjoy the REMIXXX.

 

BAD A$$ PARENT RAP MAKES ME WANT TO HAVE KIDS

 

For a very long time I didn't want to procreate.  I remember being waist-high and saying that I didn't want to bring a human into this horrible world.  For the life of me I can't remember WHAT exactly I was referring to but I DEWWWW remember feeling more passionate about it than pretty much anything since.

I also said that I wouldn't marry till I was 40. Then I met this jerk and becaome one of my first friends to get married.  Ain't it funny how life can slap you in the ass and call you Nancy?

ANYWAY

It took a minute but I we actually dew want to bring little Treviseseses into the world.  It wasn't a feeling that I recognized until the last year or so. Whatwithmyhealthandall*, the past 5 years haven't exactly been a time of romantical dreams. Unless of course you consider this sexy-time.

No judgements of course. I am sure some version of "Nurse and Patient" includes using an IV in your lovers foot because the rest of his/her veins are tapped out.

I DIGRESS

This video ABOVE is exactly how I see parenthood from this side of it. But with more crying and poop.  I wonder if this couple is taking new friends? If so I would like to apply on behalf of the O'Miltons.

KOB

*This links you to my very first blog (awwwww) where I wax poetic on a couple years of my health issues.  There is much more than this but it was probably the hardest part thus far.  Maybe. I feel the next one in the works.

OFFICE DESIGN: SKATEBOARDS AND GRAFFITI

 

 

 

Love!  As soon as Kane One dirties up my walls I think this will fit just fine.  

Yup.  Graffiti, skateboards...just a girl filling my house with things I wish that I did. Poser and proud. 

KOB

 

MY BARISTA IS BETTER THAN YOURS, #S'MARKETING

 

 

It is no secret that I am fascinated with anything that makes me feel like I am part of a community.  Not necessarily because I am that interested in being a part of one, but because most of my life I felt like the outsider looking in.  Because I was. is. was. whatever.

Since my parents moved us around like it was their job (pun intended) I was perpetually the new girl.  And since I have long concluded it was a gift to have had to attempt to fit in in lotsa situations, I don't feel like I have too many scars.  Unless you consider my obsession with community a scar.

ANYWAY

The POINT is that I get all warm and fuzzy when my local crew at Bux knows my order long before I reach the register.  I literally get giddy with excitement. I have learned that this is not a normal reaction to getting coffee.  Grand and Ogden is where its at y'all.  

Trevis made the Saturday coffee run last weekend, returned with this card from my fav barista and I almost burst into tears.* Also it goes without saying that it is totes #SMARKETING of Starbucks to supply their baristas with these cards for their favorite customers. Plus it includes a free drink.  

It's the little thangs.

KOB

PS - Tell em KOB sentcha.

* I also caught a case of the PMS

COACH, ALLSAINTS, AND OTHER NEW FAVS

BOOM!

What's up?  Here I am.  Just a girl walking down an ordinary street, and POW! The PAPS are out. How am I just supposed to BE. You know what I mean?

ANYWAY

The impetus for this crazy random shot was to show off a few of my most recent gifted items such as the Coach Pinnacle Bag and the AllSaints Hepburn Coat.  I am literally in love with myself in this coat. I mean, who wouldn't be?  

And let's discuss the bag.  Can we keep it real for a second?  I thought that my affinity for Coach items went out with my leather change purse in high school.*  I am very happy to say that I was wrong (it doesn't happen much - enjoy!). 

 

PLEASE I need my space.

This is the first structured bag I have owned in many many years and what do you know? Things stay in place!  I am very excited about this.  Plus I think it's dope.

My boots are Elizabeth and James from last winter which I copied from cast member Rachel (no longer on sale).  Have you noticed that some of E&J shoes are hard to balance on?  I feel like an elephant on point shoes (but that's not necessarily the reason).  Alas, I still wear them often.

 

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

and finally....my hat.  I wear a slouchy hat most of the year so I don't have to wash my hair every day for many reasons.  I hesitate to tell you how to find this B.E.A.U.T. but since we are close, youse guys and me, it is Eugenia Kim available at Shopbop.com.

KOB

*only those of a certain age will know what the H E double hockey sticks I mean.  Ehhh? member??? yup.

JOIN COACH AND ME TO MEET GLENDA (BAILEY)THE GOOD

 

 

You may not know this about me but I'm a sucker for a good book. How else y'all think I get me this dope verbiage? 

FURTHERMORE, I loveeee me a good book signing.  

At least the good people at Coach understand there is more to me than clothes and overly extroverted opinions.  Errrr something.

My POINT is that y'all are invited to join me this Saturday to meet the Editrix herself, Glenda Bailey whilst she signs copies of Harper's Bazaar Greatest Hits.  

DEETS :

Harper’s Bazaar: Greatest Hits, is an elegant art book highlighting Bailey’s inspiring and entertaining vision and chronicles the magazine’s most memorable moments from 2001 to 2011, through a collection of more than 300 powerful images. A celebration of fashion, a romp through a riotous and eventful decade, and a banquet of contemporary imagery, Harper's Bazaar: Greatest Hits is also a glamorous object in itself. The book spotlights a decade of award-winning photography, iconic fashion and art direction, and stellar writing, and features some of the most talked-about pop cultural, political and celebrity icons of the day.  

The best part? A fashion event on an afternoon during the weekend!  ANY break from the afterworkcocktailparty is right up this ole lady's alley.  And don't forget spousal bonding!  

Trevis will thank you Coach, in his own special way.

KOB

 

KOB GETS PRESS, CHICAGO BLOGGER NETWORK IS ON LIKE..

Sup y'all.

First of all. I am back to blogging all the time. OK?  So stop yelling at me (you know who you are DREW).

Here I am.  All hunkered down and launching a new company for the betterment of the Chicago blogosphere and all I get is yelled at by "loved ones" and "dedicated readers."

Psh.

Anyhoosier -

Check out the lastest and greatest on Chicago Blogger Network:

See? I am bizzy.

 

KOB

 

 

 

DEMI MOORE: BEST.DIET.EVER.

HiiiiiiiYA!

 

Because my friends and I are extremely socially inappropriate, we oft express jealousy of those who are going through a terrible breakup, divorce, death of a loved and their disappearing waistline.

I mean, while Rachel was going through her divorce last year, the only thing that cheered her up was my expression of how FAB she looked.  I was extremely jealous of her heartbreak.  Same with Jen during her divorce.

The combination of stress and lost love = whatever you eat you are still slowly disappearing.*  It must be all the stress chompin it up like Pac Man.  At least that is how I picture it.

Like so:

Imagine this thing up in ur intestines.

KOB

*Amaze

CONTEST - MAMA NEEDS A NEW PURSE

 

I need a new drug* bag.

I am sorry to say that this fashiony girl has neglected this blog the latest bag trends of late. So obviously I turn to you, dear swanky-crazies to tell me what bag I MUST HAVE RIGHT NOW.  Not a puny little bag.  I need a big strong man of a bag that hangs with me on a daily basis that matches everything.**

So I ask you, what bag do you think I will die without this fall/winter?  Boy how my wardrobe has diminished now that I am back hangin in with the 4 seasons agAIn.

Tweet, email or fb me as to what bag I MUST have.  I will link back to you (unless it is a really bad idea-duh).  The winner will get somethin.  Not sure what but I have a lotta free shiz hangin around here ; )  How does a 50 gift cert to intermix sound?

Or you could just do it for the cause of poor fashion.  Errr something.

KOB

*Oh Huey Lewis, where ya been?

**Who am I kidding I hate matching

A WORD FROM MY KIND