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   <title>Moving On</title>
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   <published>2008-05-07T21:58:13Z</published>
   <updated>2008-05-07T22:15:52Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Wow, it&apos;s been a while since I&apos;ve written, and some things have changed. I work for a new company called www.mouthpiecesports.com So if anyone doubted my sports knowledge, please change your mind because I have to know SOMETHING about sports...</summary>
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      Wow, it&apos;s been a while since I&apos;ve written, and some things have changed.  I work for a new company called www.mouthpiecesports.com
So if anyone doubted my sports knowledge, please change your mind because I have to know SOMETHING about sports to keep this job.  Basically I&apos;m a talent booker/associate producer for a new site that launches in June.  It&apos;s a mix of myspace.com and Sports Illustrated.  I offically quit my gig at WBBM a few weeks ago, and I do indeed miss radio (even though radio in Chicago is going through some tough times)  I do miss it.

Good things:  
Stan visited me at my new office
He showed me good cheap way to park downtown, it may be illegal, but I&apos;m a risktaker
Carlos Zambrano still rocks my world
I&apos;m an aunt again
the first guy I ever kissed found me on facebook

Bad things:
the first guy I ever kissed is happily married with 2 kids
I got pulled over for doing a U-turn on my most recent roadtrip to Ohio (it&apos;s illegal in that state)I&apos;m working with Mender again (from the Pete McMurray Show) that&apos;s ok I guess
Tom Cruise on the Oprah Winfrey Show
I still miss Terry terribly

I&apos;m waiting for the nice weather, the rain to end, and the Cubs to win a series (not a World Series, just a 3-game series)

This summer is going to be GREAT, we survived the winter and we deserve it.  I just bought some bronzer today at Macy&apos;s, I&apos;m ready!





      
      
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   <title>VD - Got Any?</title>
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   <published>2008-02-14T05:14:30Z</published>
   <updated>2008-02-14T05:45:41Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Tomorrow is Valentine&apos;s Day and that&apos;s ok. I have to work all day. Nanny during the day (hello - $14 a hour, why did I go to college again?) then producing at the station from 4pm to 11pm. I had...</summary>
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      Tomorrow is Valentine&apos;s Day and that&apos;s ok.  I have to work all day.  Nanny during the day (hello - $14 a hour, why did I go to college again?)  then producing at the station from 4pm to 11pm.  I had a date tonight and decided that I&apos;m a guy.  I&apos;ve noticed this before because I&apos;m always the one that is sarcastic, funny and trying to impress, and the date, well, he was sensitive, quiet and thought way too much.  We were supposed to meet last Wednesday night, after my tutoring session (yes, I&apos;m still contributing to society and helping the youth) but tutoring was canceled.  No phone call, it was just canceled, so I called the guy, I&apos;ll call him &quot;MD&quot; (not Matt Dahl, this guy is a doctor, a real MD), and told him that my tutoring was canceled so we could meet earlier.  He said since the weather was bad he didn&apos;t think we should meet.  I know there was dangerous deep snow in the northern suburbs that night, but it wasn&apos;t a BLIZZARD in the city, and I was already in my car, come on!!!  

Fast forward to tonight, we finally meet at a quaint cafe and we&apos;re talking and catching up on our days... and I mention sarcastically that I&apos;m glad the weather held up so we could finally meet and that I was a little mad last week since he canceled just because it snowed... well, he took this VERY seriously.  His exact words &quot;Wow, I was just trying to be responsible, I didn&apos;t think girls liked pushy guys&quot;  

1) Don’t be responsible, impress me and meet me in a snow storm  
2) This girl likes a pushy guy, be assertive, it&apos;s a major turn on!!

To end this sad story, he actually asked me during the dinner &quot;So how do you think its going?&quot;  Never a good sign.  He told me that he talked to his friend that day about how important communication is and that honestly he didn&apos;t think the date was going well.  Ugh.  Did he have to say that when it suddenly turned silent in the cafe?  So like a typical woman, I apologized over and over and said, &quot;MD I was just kidding, I was just having a bad day&quot;  &quot;MD I&apos;m just being sarcastic, sorry&quot; &quot;MD last week was no big deal, we&apos;re here now!&quot;  

I gave MD a ride home, he offered to shake my hand, and got out of the car, walked down the street with his head hanging down.  Of course that&apos;s the street I had to turn down to get back to my hood, so I got to see him walk home in disappointment from a few angles.

Back to the drawing board; no Valentine, more time to reflect.  Maybe I should be less sarcastic?  Maybe I should keep my big mouth shut on first dates?  Maybe I should give up?  

      
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   <title>Two Guys Talked to Me and Other Things</title>
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   <published>2008-01-16T02:29:00Z</published>
   <updated>2008-01-16T03:02:22Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Ok, as you know I&apos;m working part time as an associate news producer at WBBM 780 AM. Today was my favorite shift; 11am to 6pm, not too early or too late. But that didn&apos;t stop me from driving like a...</summary>
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      Ok, as you know I&apos;m working part time as an associate news producer at WBBM 780 AM.  Today was my favorite shift; 11am to 6pm, not too early or too late.  But that didn&apos;t stop me from driving like a bat out of hell to work just to find the parking lot was full!  I ended up parking on lower Wacker Drive and left it there for 7 hours.  As I was leaving work, off to meet my family for dinner (Volaire, yummy!) this cute guy got on the escalator with me and we just started talking about our day, he took off his leather gloves and shook my hand and said, &quot;Hi, I&apos;m Stan&quot; He just was getting his eyes examined at the doctor.  I told him that I had LASIK nine years ago, but recently my eyes changed so I need to decide if I should get it again.  He said &quot;You mean those beautiful eyes of yours?&quot; YES he really said that!  He walked me to my car and that&apos;s where we found my $50 ticket (that comes up later with guy #2) so we said our goodbyes, he wished me a good night and that was it.  Fast forward to after dinner, I&apos;m waiting for the elevator in my building and a very good looking guy who I never saw before held the doors for me and saw my big orange ticket.  He looked at it and said &quot;Wow, how&apos;d that happen?&quot; and I said &quot;Yup, $50 that&apos;s pretty my paycheck for the day&quot; (not really, but almost radio is only profitable for the few and the lucky) and he&apos;s like &quot;Really what do you do?  How do you own a condo in this building??&quot;  All these questions, so I volleyed back and asked &quot;Well let me ask you, what do you do? How much do you make?&quot;  And we laughed and then the doors opened and he goes &quot;Here&apos;s what I do, take my card, call me!&quot;   WOW, with minimal make-up, and a frizzy halo of hair I had 2 strangers talk to me.  I know this might seem quite a strange reason to get so excited, but this has been a downer of a year so far, so every bit of joy is appreciated.  I know Terry would say &quot;AND did you call him?  Damn you are ghetto, the guy told you to call!&quot;  Regarding Terry, I want to thank everyone who has e-mailed me kind words after Terry&apos;s death.  I think about him every day, and know that a lot of you do too.
      
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<entry>
   <title>TERRY</title>
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   <published>2007-12-29T05:57:30Z</published>
   <updated>2007-12-29T06:17:02Z</updated>
   
   <summary>It&apos;s almost midnight which means it&apos;s tomorrow, the day after I heard the sad sad news. As Stan already mentioned, we keep waiting to hear Terry call us and laugh and say it&apos;s the wrong guy, because this can&apos;t really...</summary>
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      It&apos;s almost midnight which means it&apos;s tomorrow, the day after I heard the sad sad news.  As Stan already mentioned, we keep waiting to hear Terry call us and laugh and say it&apos;s the wrong guy, because this can&apos;t really be true.  OF COURSE Terry was at work today, which was where he was most of the time. Contrary to his humorous laid back attitude on the Stan and Terry Show, he was ALWAYS in the middle of the action.  When he wasn&apos;t at The Cell watching his &apos;05 World Champs or the Bulls, Bears and Hawks he was meeting publicists for celebrity interviews, volunteering as a judge at a martini contest, or rushing back to the office to do a phone interview with an up-and-coming comic.  He loved this city, was known by people in every outlet which makes this city work.  I will miss him planting a kiss on the top of my head and telling me he missed his Bonnie.  Well, I miss my Terry.   
      
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<entry>
   <title>Oops She Did It Again</title>
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   <published>2007-12-19T05:16:05Z</published>
   <updated>2007-12-19T05:43:55Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I wish I had as exciting news as Britney Spear&apos;s teenage pregnant sister. Being 16 and pregnant is pretty stupid, but at least it&apos;s interesting. My life? Not so much. I got a part time job as an associate news...</summary>
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      I wish I had as exciting news as Britney Spear&apos;s teenage pregnant sister.  Being 16 and pregnant is pretty stupid, but at least it&apos;s interesting.  My life?  Not so much.  I got a part time job as an associate news producer at WBBM 780 AM.  That&apos;s been going on for about 3 weeks.  It&apos;s weird to have my very next job after WCKG in the same building, just on a different floor.  I feel like I&apos;m living a weird rerun of my old life, but get lost some where in the translation.  It turns out that news radio is very demanding and intense.  The Spears story would have been a lot of great fodder on the Stan and Terry Show, but I wonder whether if it will show up on WBBM.  

I met up with Stan, Terry, and Chris, our audio guy, at ROCKITS Bar last Thursday night for some cocktails (Stan 0, Terry about 4, but whose keeping track??!?)  We had a few celebrity sightings, well besides Terry Armour himself, we also saw FRIENDS star David Schwimmer dining with bar owner Billy Dec and Mayor Daley and his wife.  Then a few tables over we saw half of the band Duran Duran, quite a high for me since I was a huge fan as a kid.  It was great to sit and talk with the guys.  We discussed all the news since the show has been off the air.  Basically it was like a few hours of the old show, but with no commercials and no censoring.  I&apos;m really glad we&apos;re keeping in touch.  

Apparently Britney Spears isn&apos;t keeping in touch with her own sister because she had to find out about becoming an aunt from the tabloids!!!  Will little Spears marry the father?  Will the boyfriend get arrested for statutory rape?  Will Drew Peterson end up like Scott Peterson, in jail?  Will I find full time employment soon?  
Stay tuned.

I hope everyone has a great holiday healthy and a happy new year!

      
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   <title>It&apos;s Friday, which doesn&apos;t mean that much to me</title>
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   <published>2007-11-16T20:06:20Z</published>
   <updated>2007-11-16T20:53:14Z</updated>
   
   <summary>It&apos;s been over 2 weeks since the studio light was darkened on the Stan and Terry Show on WCKG. I&apos;ve been unemployed before, but not for over 5 years, so it&apos;s a little strange. Luckily I have a friend who...</summary>
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      It&apos;s been over 2 weeks since the studio light was darkened on the Stan and Terry Show on WCKG. I&apos;ve been unemployed before, but not for over 5 years, so it&apos;s a little strange.  Luckily I have a friend who only works half a week (she has family money) so we&apos;ve hung out and saw a few movies (liked &quot;American Gangster&quot; even though it was long and really liked &quot;Michael Clayton&quot; and not just because my man George was in it) I’ve listened to other radio stations to see what else is out there and found out there&apos;s not that much:)  Its weird hearing Steve Dahl and Buzz in the mornings on JACK, I feel like my days are reversed and I should eat dinner at 10:00am. It&apos;s also funny how one errand can be a whole day&apos;s project.  Today it was eating a delicious breakfast at Angel&apos;s Bakery.

I&apos;ve done yoga, took some walks, and babysat.  The word is out, I&apos;m great with kids and everyone tells me to be a nanny.  Someone even sent me a job offer to be an &apos;assistant&apos; nanny for over $50,000 a year, can someone say DAMN!?!  But alas, I want to work in radio and so I&apos;ll stick to the crap money and the Looney characters and management.  If you think about it, the jobs are pretty similar; calming fussy personalities, dealing with attitudes, and cleaning up the mess both big and smelly.  Ok, I&apos;m off, it&apos;s time for me to check my mailbox for my People Magazine and shower, or hey, maybe I&apos;ll read my magazine and set up a nice bath... I deserve it right?



      
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   <title>IT&apos;S NOT GOODBYE, IT&apos;S SEE YOU LATER</title>
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   <published>2007-10-30T05:00:48Z</published>
   <updated>2007-10-30T05:35:22Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Do they say good or bad news travels fast? Either way the news is out there and that means that WCKG will no longer be the WCKG that I&apos;ve called home for 5 years. Unfortunately the &apos;suits&apos; have decided that...</summary>
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      Do they say good or bad news travels fast?  Either way the news is out there and that means that WCKG will no longer be the WCKG that I&apos;ve called home for 5 years.  Unfortunately the &apos;suits&apos; have decided that a FM all-talk station isn&apos;t what Chicagoans want and our little mid-day show is kaput.  I&apos;ve been lucky enough to work with a lot of talented people on WCKG, and I really enjoyed each show for different reasons.  The last two years with Stan and Terry, even with the crazy time slot changes and changing lead-ins, have been fun, funny, and I think good quality radio.  They truly are two guys just sitting around and talking about their lives (&quot;Terry Armour doesn&apos;t wait in line&quot;) , their past experiences (Stan&apos;s craziness by torturing his teachers), and still have time to make some of the biggest Hollywood and local celebs and politicians laugh with them and at themselves.  I really think the show hit its stride this past year (and apparently the listeners agreed) which it makes it that much sadder that we have to say goodbye.  The season is changing, the Bears are sucking, the Cubs blew another chance, and I&apos;m still single, some things never change, but good radio is good radio and I hope to work in this industry for a long time.  
      
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<entry>
   <title>One Last Time</title>
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   <published>2007-09-18T20:15:25Z</published>
   <updated>2007-09-22T02:00:14Z</updated>
   
   <summary>One last time we&apos;ll spend our days talking about OJ Simpson - again One last time we&apos;ll reach the high 80&apos;s this year One last time I&apos;ll eat ice cream routinely as the sun goes down One last time I...</summary>
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      One last time we&apos;ll spend our days talking about OJ Simpson - again
One last time we&apos;ll reach the high 80&apos;s this year
One last time I&apos;ll eat ice cream routinely as the sun goes down
One last time I say &quot;Where did the summer go?&quot;
One last time no heat, no a/c just an open window
One last time I&apos;ll type one last time

The pool on my roof closed this weekend (at 12:00am no less), the fireworks are over on Saturday nights downtown - yes, I was home watching them from my window ... so?  The fall sales have started, one store I shopped at even enticed shoppers by cookies and brownies, damn them, now the clothes won&apos;t fit my regularly flat stomach (ha ha)  Even Terry has stopped wearing his shiny shoes for the season, thankfully no more linen shirts too :)  I hate when football starts because I like baseball being the ONLY sport to watch.  I went to one of the best Cub games ever last night.  Last inning rally, it doesn&apos;t get any better.  But wait, it just did, Terry promised to take me to every post-season game!!  So now the Cubs HAVE to make it.

Someone once told me that this is the time of year that guys start looking for their mates to hibernate with for the long winter, so that&apos;s on my mind too.  I&apos;ve noticed a lot of couples kissing/hugging/making out on the streets.  Three nice people told me they have potential guys for me to keep warm with this winter, but then they all just happened to forget about it.  So, it&apos;s going to be a lot of hot chocolate and thick socks for me.  That was Stan and Terry&apos;s stripper names &quot;Hot Chocolate&quot; and &quot;Thick Socks&quot;.  Figure out which one was which. 


      
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<entry>
   <title>Go Hurry Fast …. I’m on Vacation</title>
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   <published>2007-08-07T20:15:36Z</published>
   <updated>2007-08-08T22:44:52Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Maybe booking my flight to New England at 6:45 am was a mistake. I’m notoriously not a morning person (thank God I’ve always worked mid days at CKG) I never sleep the night before a trip and so when the...</summary>
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      Maybe booking my flight to New England at 6:45 am was a mistake.  I’m notoriously not a morning person (thank God I’ve always worked mid days at CKG) I never sleep the night before a trip and so when the alarm went off at five, I was already up.  Ok, I’ll skip the crazy parts, worrying that the cab driver knew my apartment unit and that I’d be out of town, that he stopped at EVERY yellow light on Cicero, and that if my friend Angie didn’t stand in line outside for curbside check in that I would have missed my flight.
I’ll fast forward to our first destination, the Ben and Jerry’s headquarters in Burlington, Vermont.  We pulled up to the hillside factory and the car next to us had girls from Germany.  What!?!? Yes, apparently people from all over the world come to the ice cream capitol, to get a tour, and free samples.  There’s even a cool Flavor Cemetery for those flavors that didn’t have a successful fun. Yum, it was definitely worth it, but I didn’t realize how much land we’d have to cover to get to our next destination.  

Most people think the states in New England are tiny (Rhode Island, Vermont) but let me tell you, Maine is huge.  Lots of cemeteries, the kinds without the gates and the signs… just graves a few yards off the main road, weird, but ok.  Small town after small town till we go to another small town… Bangor.  Boring.  Finally we made it to second destination; Bar Harbor, a tourist town on the east side of Mount Desert Island off the coast of Maine.  It’s mostly known for Acadia National Park.  Only 4,000 people live on the island and the park has over 9 million visitors a year.  What did we see on the cute main street?  Ice cream shops, ice cream parlors, ice cream shacks… and tons of blueberries, who knew that Maine was best place for blueberries?  In fact, who knew anything about Maine?  We hiked, we kayaked, we ate ice cream and I tried seafood for the first time in my life (remember me the good Jewish girl who kept kosher) I got to crack open a lobster – seriously what’s with the greenish brown stuff inside it?  I had crab quesadillas – anything tastes good with cheese.   On our way off the island we passed a small hut next to 3 airplanes and what the heck, we decided to fly.  Like I mentioned the air today, I was very surprised that all they wanted was my credit card… no forms to fill out, no weight questions, just give us your plastic and get on the old Cessna.  Wow.  It was great.  I swear I didn’t think of La Bamba, Patsy Kline or JFK Jr.   

Off to lovely town of Freeport Maine… why is it lovely?  Because the town is known for one thing, well at least for me, OUTLETS.  The LL Bean outlet stays open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  Now I wasn’t looking for any canoes or ugly flannel shirts, but there were other cool shops and that night we stayed at our nicest hotel… the Econo Lodge.  

The next day we drove to Cape Cod.  I have a slight obsession with the Kennedy family and so of course we stayed in Hyannis.  Every time a helicopter flew overhead I waved thinking it might be Teddy or another family member.  That’s the night we had a platter of FRIED seafood (scallops, crab, lobster, clams, shrimp) of course followed by Ben and Jerry’s – you must try the newest flavor Crème Brule.


The next day after looking for seashells in the ocean (which I ended up throwing away- oops sorry grandma no souvenirs for you) we visited the JFK Memorial and Museum and headed back to the airport in Manchester New Hampshire… Wait, we just realized that we have to drive through Boston to get there.   Angie and I were going car crazy and started asking random people on the street if they were related to Matt Damon or Ben Affleck.  Oh yeah, Denis Leary too. The trip ended with my favorite of all at the famous seafood restaurant Legals.  I had a Maryland Crab cake sandwich and some yummy key lime pie.  Good thing the speed limit is 65 out there, because we sped back to the airport and shezam back in Chicago.  It wasn’t a very relaxing vacation (I get bored laying at a pool all day) as we were on the go every day, but it was free of stress and cool to visit parts of the country I haven’t been to.  

Things I liked about New England: fresh seafood, faster driving on the highways, beautiful nature, and slower pace of life, no taxes, and fun things to do.

Things that I found weird about New England: the taste of lobster, the 2-lane highways, the abundance of Dunkin Doughnuts, the slower pace of life, only white people, and the folks’ accents.

      
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<entry>
   <title>All My Texts Are From Ex&apos;s</title>
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   <published>2007-07-10T20:04:33Z</published>
   <updated>2007-07-10T20:50:28Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Guys like to use their hands. What I mean by that statement is that guys like to play video games, computer games and prefer texting someone instead of talking. A few weekends ago I was the victim of texting from...</summary>
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      <name>Bonnie</name>
      
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      Guys like to use their hands.  What I mean by that statement is that guys like to play video games, computer games and prefer texting someone instead of talking.  A few weekends ago I was the victim of texting from all sides.  It was a Friday night and my cell phone kept on beeping with messages.  Of course I need to reply because I don&apos;t want to be rude (an issue with women, a whole different topic) both texters were sweet and coy, basically flirting with me without any real human interaction.  This went on for a couple hours.  Damn just pick up the phone and call me.  Why can&apos;t you verbalize the sweetness?  But I have to admit there was kind of a thrill of getting messages from two guys at the same time.  The thrill is in the secrecy of the messages, waiting for the responses, and the fact that two guys were into me. Something about that flying envelope symbolizing a new message is exciting.  I think women aren&apos;t into texting as much because it&apos;s slower than just talking.  I like results and responses instantly.  But for some reason guys love it.  They use codes and abbreviate as in: &quot;s&apos;up?&quot;  Can I judge these guys by this lame lingo?   I don&apos;t care that much because these texters are from ex&apos;s, so it doesn&apos;t matter what I think of them they&apos;re out of my life- right?  But any future man better not text or I&apos;ll be looking for the next!
      
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<entry>
   <title>Bonnie Lee</title>
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   <published>2007-06-13T21:35:48Z</published>
   <updated>2008-01-01T23:56:22Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I’m like a stain on the kitchen wall in the WCKG office. I was thrown into this job (kinda) and I haven’t left and no one has cleaned me off or removed me from the phone that I answer for...</summary>
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      <name>Stan and Terry</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[<img src="http://www.stanandterry.com/Images/posts/bonnielee.jpg" alt="Bonnie Lee" width="205" height="214" style="border : 1; float : left; padding : 10px; text-decoration : none;" />I’m like a stain on the kitchen wall in the WCKG office.  I was thrown into this job (kinda) and I haven’t left and no one has cleaned me off or removed me from the phone that I answer for Stan and Terry.  I started out here in the South Suburbs, graduated from HF, and actually was a newscaster for my high school’s radio station (well substitute newscaster, but who cares?)  After I appeared in the movie “Hoosiers” as one of the cheerleaders on the basketball team, I became a Hoosier and spent 4 years in Bloomington. I went to 1 football game, accidentally sat on the opposing teams side (stupidly bought the tickets from an ad in the paper) and maybe attended 3 basketball games in 4 years.  With a Telecommunications major and Business and Spanish minors under my belt, I tried my luck and moved to the City of Angels.  Since all I did as a kid was watch TV, I thought perhaps maybe that’s what my calling was, hey, I wrote an episode of “Mad About You” for my intensive writing class and got an “A”.  I spent 6 plus years plugging away in the heartless, carbo-free industry that makes our country's best and worst television shows and films.  I did everything; TV production, film, I worked for MTV, CBS, A&E “Biography”, a documentary about boobs, HBO’s “Project Greenlight”, and finally a cool job for a product placement agency.  I also write for USA Today’s travel section and some other random websites.  

Then in 2002, I had a bad day, and decided to move back to Chicago  (to the great disappointment of my family).  Well, actually I won tickets in an auction for a Cub game and decided that I would make a cross-country trip to attend the game and then decided to move here while I was at it. 

With no real plan in mind, seriously I had no idea what I was going to do, I realized that I loved listening to radio and calling into radio shows, so I interned for the Kevin Matthews Show, stayed long enough, worked for free for long enough and ended up producing it.  If you were a listener, my fights with Jim Shorts were legendary and obviously one of us had to go.

I stayed and produced the Pete McMurray Show, where I was proposed to on the scoreboard at the Cell by Mender.  We almost made it legal in Vegas, but I could see the future (he couldn’t) and got cold feet.  Then as luck would have it here I am producing the Stan and Terry Show.  Who says you can’t work with your ex?

Same station, same time (well, with some variations), different voices, different bosses, but still here I am, like a stain on the wall, picking up the phone and talking to you… the listeners.  

MY FAVORITES:
Flavor: Chocolate
Team: Cubs (duh)
TV: The Shield, The Office
Movies: Broadcast News, Quiz Show, Hotel Rwanda

Top 3 Guys I’d do:  George Clooney, Vince Vaughn, Adrien Brody]]>
      
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<entry>
   <title>Would You Want to Know?</title>
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   <published>2007-06-04T21:22:09Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-13T21:41:01Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I had a dream that an ex-boyfriend died. A week later there was a sudden death in his family. Oh, I missed a part of the story; I emailed him about my dream. Now two questions arise; should I have...</summary>
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      <name>Bonnie</name>
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      I had a dream that an ex-boyfriend died. A week later there was a sudden death in his family.  Oh, I missed a part of the story; I emailed him about my dream.  Now two questions arise; should I have emailed this morbid dream and am I psychic?  Two people have told me that they wouldn&apos;t want to know about the dream, and 3 people have said they would.  Do I welcome this psychic ability or ignore it?  Should I call John Edwards (the famous psychic, not the presidential hopeful) or try to get a job on his show?  I used to see a psychic when I lived in LA, her name was Dolores.  Every year when I visit my friends out there I make an appointment to see Delores, and oddly enough the first question she asks when she sees me on her porch is &quot;Is this your first time here?&quot;  Nice.  Sometimes she&apos;s right on about things; she predicted that I would get a job teaching (I teach Sunday School), that I&apos;d play sports (I&apos;m on a weekly softball team) but other times she&apos;s wrong (suggesting that I should keep the above mentioned boyfriend - nope)  She never mentions sickness or death, but I never ask. 

My dreams have been very detailed lately; it&apos;s almost exciting to go to sleep now.   Delores says anyone can hear things, you just need to slow down and listen to the universe and you&apos;ll pick things up.  But I do everything fast, I talk fast, I eat fast, I type fast and I drive fast (I just got a ticket for going 90mph on my recent road trip to Iowa) so I don&apos;t think slowing down to hear the universe is going to work for me.  My ex was happy that I told him about the dream, but I&apos;m not going to tell anyone else about death dreams because I don&apos;t want to be a downer and lose friends in my life.  I&apos;m not Patricia Arquette, I&apos;m not a Medium, I have broad shoulders, I’m a large.
      
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<entry>
   <title>Spring is the New Summer</title>
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   <published>2007-05-03T21:19:08Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-13T21:41:21Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I&apos;m getting a little annoyed with the enormous press vacuum that is the new movie SPIDERMAN 3. I happened to see it last week at a screening and it&apos;s not that great. That&apos;s the night when I met a very...</summary>
   <author>
      <name>Bonnie</name>
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      I&apos;m getting a little annoyed with the enormous press vacuum that is the new movie SPIDERMAN 3.  I happened to see it last week at a screening and it&apos;s not that great.  That&apos;s the night when I met a very hot foreign cab driver who wanted to tell me the ending of the movie because apparently it was on the black-market in his native country, but I digress.  I thought Spiderman 2 was better and I don&apos;t even like adventure/comic/sci-fi/action/mysticism/period pieces/cartoons, but again I digress.  My annoyance is with the movie industry pushing a summer blockbuster when it&apos;s still technically spring.  I know the reasons: to beat the competition (Pirates part 3, Shrek 3, Transformers) and I&apos;m sure another big Will Smith movie (remember when he owned the 4th of July weekend?)  Also the studio wants to get a jump start so that this movie has the longest time during the hottest season, and finally to be the first official &apos;summer&apos; blockbuster (as of press time, ha ha, the midnight screenings are completely sold out, damn Fandango!) 

I feel that that the film industry, those creative geniuses, is getting lazy.   They&apos;re not creating anything new, being too safe, and just bombarding us with ads for a recycled product.  Even the television executives are getting lame.  Tonight ABC is premiering a spin-off of Grey&apos;s Anatomy because apparently there aren&apos;t enough writers in Hollywood to create a show with a new premise that deserves that timeslot.  We have 3 Law and Orders, 3 CSIs, and way too many reality shows (but I do love me some America’s Top Model) 

Back to my point, I’m sick of Spidey.   Even the stars, Tobey Maguire and Kirsten &quot;Fangs&quot; Dunst, showed little enthusiasm when promoting the film on Letterman.  They must be bored out of their minds ( I know you can’t tell when Tobey’s bored)  It&apos;s still spring, and while the actual weather in Chicago rarely acts like spring, we&apos;re still not in summer.  So stop the madness; the commercials, magazine covers, the websites, the cross promotions and let me cling to spring.
      
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<entry>
   <title>You Chose to Live Here</title>
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   <published>2007-03-20T19:54:41Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-13T21:41:38Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I am just now getting over my bout with S.A.D (seasonal affective disorder) which is weird because it&apos;s still pretty damn cold out, but just not as bleak. I can see the sun, just not feel it. I feel like...</summary>
   <author>
      <name>Bonnie</name>
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      I am just now getting over my bout with S.A.D  (seasonal affective disorder) which is weird because it&apos;s still pretty damn cold out, but just not as bleak.  I can see the sun, just not feel it.
I feel like I have this disease (which is what I call it since there&apos;s no cure and it sounds more serious) every year at this time, but it was really bad this year.  There were numerous nights where I got home from the station, changed into sweats, laid the long ways across my big chair and didn&apos;t move till the news started and I went to bed.  I understand that this is normal for wintertime in Chicago, but it still depresses me.  It depresses me because I&apos;m a person that likes to be busy all the time.  I have a nice date book and I open it and fill it in every day.   I get sad when I don&apos;t see a lot of ink on each page.  Don&apos;t get me wrong, I like to watch TV and veg with my laptop on my lap burning my ovaries, but that&apos;s appointment television, so I have it planned out.  This particular bout of S.A.D ran its course from the end of January through the beginning of March; the sky was gray and so was I.  

This is how I dealt with my disease: I avoided the outdoors as much as possible (ordered in food, didn&apos;t visit family as much, didn&apos;t go to the gym - well there&apos;s no parking lot so that would include being outside), wore the same 4 turtleneck sweaters over and over, which Terry pointed out really emphasized my broad shoulders – thanks Terry, and got a severe case of dry skin and hair.  BUT tomorrow is the first official day of spring, so I have to be optimistic.  I have to think that with more sun and heat my disease will go into remission. When my friend who lives in Scottsdale called me a few weeks ago and listened to me complain about the weather she bluntly said &quot;Well you chose to live there!&quot;  I wanted to reach through the phone and slap her, but I didn&apos;t because I knew that spring was around the corner and my S.A.D would be gone and I would be glad.
      
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<entry>
   <title>I Binge Therefore I am</title>
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   <published>2007-02-16T14:56:14Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-13T21:41:52Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I just saw on the View (my favorite talk show) that &apos;binging&apos; is on the rise across America. This isn&apos;t anorexia - where you don&apos;t eat all, or bulimia, where you eat and then barf... binging is where you stuff...</summary>
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      <name>Bonnie</name>
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      I just saw on the View (my favorite talk show) that &apos;binging&apos; is on the rise across America.  This isn&apos;t anorexia - where you don&apos;t eat all, or bulimia, where you eat and then barf... binging is where you stuff your face for up to hours - nonstop. 
I did this today because a nice Polish bakery sent us Potzky&apos;s - a hugh donut with cream or jelly in the middle.  There were boxes of them for every show at the station, including the Tom Leykes Show which is funny since they are based in Los Angeles.  I avoided them all day, during breaks I even went into the kitchen to get water and AVOIDED them.  Finally after a small lunch I caught myself walking down the hall, hoping Tom, the office grouch, would stop me.  But he didn&apos;t.  I even announced to Thelma that I was going down there (pointing to the kitchen) and she said &quot;Oh well I already had one!&quot;  but I knew I wasn&apos;t going to stop at one, and guess what?  I didn&apos;t.  I simply decided to cut some in half and then eat them all. 
Very quickly.  Terry caught me back in my office afterwards and I tried to explain it to him, but he&apos;s given up sugar because he has &quot;the sugar&quot; so he wasn&apos;t sympathetic and he left laughing at me.  I left work shortly afterwards and went boot shopping.  I figure no matter how much I ate my feet would still fit in boots..
I binge therefore I am.
      
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