do you do your laundry with WD-40?

You don't?  Neither did I until I got grease from my car door on my new favorite jacket (it's a lovely swing rain coat from Land's End of all places.  Shopping at Land's End for something other than beach bags and towels is most likely a sign of getting older.  If I start buying shoes from there, someone needs to take me to the nearest shoe store and make me purchase something that is not practical but is super cute. Moving on...) So I tried a few different stain removers I had around and washed---stain still there.  So after a little internet consulting, the interwebs said to spray the stain with WD-40 and then wait 30 min and then spot treat with Dawn. I use Dawn a lot when I spill stuff on myself as it really does help get the grease out.  And I tend to spill stuff often so I tend to keep a bottle of Dawn next to the washing machine.  Well some WD-40, some Dawn and a little time and PRESTO!  Good as new.  Just a little helpful tip from me to you.  Just call me Martha.


it's t-shirt time

Caaaaaaaabs are here!

I am a little sad that last week was the finale of the Jersey Shore.  I am going to miss my Vinny and Pauly-D on a weekly basis.  I will not miss The Situation kicking girls out for not being DTF and then saying how they were grenades because they rejected him even though it kind of makes me giggle.

image from here


crossing things off the list

Buying a house makes me want to kick my own ass.  I have been a mess (a hot mess since I haven't been sleeping all that well )waiting for the home inspection to be done.  And it's done and I feel a million times better.  I no longer feel like I want to vomit.  I want to move in to my house.  But I seriously thank everyone who has been putting out good vibes and crossing their fingers for me.  It's working.   All this worrying was wasted energy.  And spending a few hours in the house today was great.

Sunday Bacon on a Tuesday

This was taken Sunday during the Browns game.  I got the stink eye because I doubted Colt McCoy.


I am not a hoarder----or at least I didn't think so

It's been over 7 years since my last move.  (I kind of feel like I am at confession.  Bless me Father for I have sinned.  It's been 7 years since my last confession...) I didn't think I was a hoarder but since putting this bid on a house I have been clearing out some stuff...putting old books in boxes...going through old paperwork.  (If anything happens and this house falls through I figure I will move eventually---cross your fingers nothing goes wrong but until that ink is on the final paperwork, I am not going to believe it's mine.) And I came to a realization---I keep too much stuff.  I found owner's manuals from tv's I don't even own anymore.  I found ink cartridge replacements for printers that are long gone.  And do I really need to hang on to that empty champagne bottle from that time that my childhood friend and I drank a $100 bottle of champagne while playing Wii bowling and then going out to drink insane amounts of red wine which resulted in him puking all over my house (including IN my bed) and me peeing in my kitchen sink?  No I didn't think I needed to keep a memory of that night either.


the roller coaster of this past week

This past week kicked my butt and then some. Normally I don't like recaps but this week just has been quite the roller coaster of emotion so I figured I would take a ride.

Monday: I had lost my voice over the weekend and started to not feel 100% and then I stayed out entirely too late on a school night with Michelle---drinking and chatting and snarking on everything. I loved it but it was a rough start to the week.

Tuesday: I went to look at a house-feeling even worse as the no voice progressed in to a cold. OMG, I love this house. I think it's the one. I love everything about it (except the price of course). I love the neighborhood, I love the layout, I love it!!!!!!

Wednesday: made offer on said house. Cold in full effect. Dinner at Market with two of the best Cleveland bloggers-Heather and Katrina. Food was OK, conversation was great, as always. Still riding high on house love.

Thursday: counter-counter-accept on house. The waiting to find out if the seller accepts your offer really is no fun, no fun at all. I am not patient---not a shocker. When I found out she accepted my counter I was so happy I may have squeaked or maybe that was just my voice from the cold. Nope, I squeaked sounds of joy. (I realize I am lucky because the counter, counter, counter game could have lasted days so thankful that it really was only a day)

Friday: HOLY SHIT did I really offer to buy a house I saw once. HOLY SHIT did I really offer to buy a house. HOLY SHIT can I handle this. HOLY SHIT what in the hell was I thinking. HOLY SHIT do I even like this house. HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT.

Friday evening: (drove by the house with a good friend who was in town for the weekend-also very excited to see Choich) No, I love the house. Starting to get excited again and waves of nervousness subside and eager anticipation starts. Tasty dinner at Cozumel and then Mitchell's ice cream (the apple cider flavor was delicious---had nuts and dried fruit in it too. seriously loved it).

Saturday: multiple texts from friends that are driving by the house and checking it out. We're on our way back up the hill. Less freaking out than day before. Mentally decorating the place-thinking paint colors and all that good stuff. Might have even gone couch shopping. Amazing dinner at Maxi's in Little Italy. The stuffed banana peppers made me cry because they were so hot but they are so good. I really don't eat there as much as I should. Then to Happy Dog. There was no shortage of hipsters or facial hair or glasses or skinny jeans or PBR from a can drinkers.

Sunday: excited! It's early but already there is pulling of documents needed for my loan and maybe even a slight cleaning out of some drawers. Sad that Choich had to leave early in the morning to get back to Pittsburgh.

The inspection is Tuesday so I will really be freaking out on (or I mean until) Tuesday. I really am not considering it my house until after the inspection. Once the inspection and then appraisal are done--I will post some photos. Cross your fingers that inspection goes well and then the appraisal.

I have yet to tell the icky neighbor about me moving in approximately a month----I am waiting until after inspection and appraisal. So until it's official I am holding off on the two finger salute dance and the lack up picking up dog poop routine.

image from here.

ETA: drove by the house again today (thankfully it's about a mile away from where I live now and I am not driving all over town) and I love it. Kind of can't believe it. When is that panding sale sign going up? I can't fricking wait!


beat that beat up

Did anyone else see this on Jezebel today?  It's a page from The Situation's new book.  And I seriously can't decide if it's awesome or the worst thing ever to come in book form.  

cross your fingers, cross your toes, cross whatever you want to cross

Could it be over?  Could I have found "the one"?  Well we just now have to wait and see.  Offer is in.  The waiting game has begun -- and probably the counteroffer game is on the horizon.
Cross fingers, cross toes---but I am sure if it's meant to be, no luck is needed. But just to be on the safe side, a little luck never hurt anyone, right?


I have no voice-my co-workers are thrilled

This past weekend I lost my voice--a little bit. I thought I lost it venting my frustrations about my neighbor calling the animal warden on Bacon--he is a dog, yes he barks, but I hardly leave him out there barking for hours. And then the same neighbor confronting me on the sidewalk about picking up dog poop in my backyard. Said neighbor has agreement with my landlord to cut the grass and he hasn't been keeping a schedule about the mowing so there has been dog poop not picked up-sorry I can't always pick it up the minute it comes out of Bacon's butt. Sometimes it stinks----bad and we need to let that mellow a bit before going anywhere near it. Well, this week he stepped in a little present or two. So I have a feeling the dog poop lit him up good and he was so pissed that Bacon's mid afternoon barks set him off. And, I know this is going to come as a shocker, but I don't like being yelled at by anyone let alone the lovely man who hawks up loogies that happens to live next door. So I went to the basement and might have screamed a little bit-sometimes a girl just has to yell "you fucking asshole" and "cock-sucking mother fucker" a few times to feel a bit better about life. There has been a lot of pent up frustration with this neighbor and basically yelling at me twice on birthday weekend was enough. (and yes I realize that losing my voice passive/aggressively yelling at the next door neighbor is crazy) But here we are on Tuesday and I have no voice.
Actually I think I might be getting sick and the lack of voice is more from that than the screaming. Either way, I am pretty sure I might still be crazy.


Sunday Bacon-extended version

Bacon turns 1 tomorrow so I figured I would show you photos of the last 10 months of his life and how he's grown to be my little menace to society----someone (and by someone I mean the loogie hawking drunk next door neighbor---I just can't imagine why he doesn't like me with a description like that---called the animal warden on a barking complaint.  So yesterday Bacon was given a warning---no barking, or else.  Now I could say he's guilty of murdering stuffed animals in 5 minutes or less but he's not the biggest barker in the 'hood.   Oh well, trying to move on and enjoy the rest of birthday weekend.

Bacon's last 10 months in photos:

(I can't even stand it)

(that's my boy)

(he is totally sticking his tongue out at me)

(bat ears)

(it appears his ears are a bit too big for his head)

My little menace!  Happy Birthday Bacon.



Today I turn 34.

And turning 34 is so much better than turning 30 and way better than turning 31 (31 was my least favorite of all my birthdays so far). I used to think it was total BS when I heard people talk about how they really started to feel comfortable with themselves in their 30's but I swear the further in I get the more I totally buy in to that thought. Not saying I always love myself and I am always comfortable in my own skin--just that it's getting better.
I am working on my list of 34 things to do before I am 35 and I can say #1 on the list is to buy a freaking house.
Happy Birthday to me!!!!


did I really bake on my day off?!

Yes I did!  Who am I?!  First a 10k and now baking.  Anyway, I was in the mood to attempt making some sort of bread type recipe this weekend.  I printed out no-knead bread recipes, bagel recipes, and then I found this soft pretzel recipe from Smitten Kitchen in my saved recipes.  And I love soft pretzels (who doesn't?!) so pretzels it was.
This was my first attempt at pretzel making so pay no attention to the size difference, or that the one has a better twist than the other.  No matter what they looked like, they tasted awesome.  So if you have a few hours to spare (ok, the hour the sough spent resting/proofing/rising was not hands on time but this not the quickest recipe ever), these are super tasty!

I have copied the recipe here:

Soft Pretzels
Adapted from Martha Stewart

Makes 16 full-sized or 32 miniature

2 cups warm water (100°F to 110°F)
1 tablespoon + 2 tablespoons sugar
1 packet active dry yeast
5 to 6 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
1 tablespoon salt
2 teaspoons canola or other neutral oil
1/4 cup baking soda
1 large egg
Coarse or pretzel salt

Vegetable-oil cooking spray

1. Pour warm water and 1 tablespoon sugar into bowl of electric mixer fitted with a dough hook and stir to combine. Sprinkle with yeast, and let sit 10 minutes; yeast should be foamy.

2. Add 1 cup flour to yeast, and mix on low until combined. Add salt and 4 cups more flour, and mix until combined, about 30 seconds. Beat on medium-low until dough pulls away from sides of bowl, about 1 1/2 minutes. Add another 1/2 cup flour, and knead on low 1 minute more. If dough is still wet and sticky, add 1/2 cup more flour (this will depend on weather conditions); knead until combined, about 30 seconds. Transfer to a lightly floured board, and knead about ten times, or until smooth.

3. Pour oil into a large bowl; swirl to coat sides. Transfer dough to bowl, turning dough to completely cover all sides. Cover with a kitchen towel, and leave in a warm spot for 1 hour, or until dough has doubled in size.

4. Heat oven to 450°F. Lightly spray two baking sheets with cooking spray (parchment paper, ungreased, also works). Set aside. Punch down dough to remove bubbles. Transfer to a lightly floured board. Knead once or twice, divide into 16 pieces (about 2 1/2 ounces each) or 32 if making miniature pretzels, and wrap in plastic.

5. Roll one piece of dough at a time into an 18-inch-long strip. [I find the pretzels much easier to roll on an unfloured board, oddly enough, but see what works for you.] Twist into pretzel shape; transfer to prepared baking sheet. Cover with a kitchen towel. Continue to form pretzels; eight will fit on each sheet (you may need a third sheet if making miniatures). Let pretzels rest until they rise slightly, about 15 minutes.

6. Meanwhile, fill large, shallow pot with 2 inches of water. Bring to a boil. Add baking soda (and step back, it foams up quickly) and remaining 2 tablespoons sugar. Reduce to a simmer; transfer three to four pretzels to water. Poach 1 minute on each side. Use slotted spoon to transfer pretzels to baking sheet. Continue until all pretzels are poached.

7. Beat egg with 1 tablespoon water. Brush pretzels with egg glaze. Sprinkle with salt. Bake until golden brown, 12 to 15 minutes. Let cool on wire rack, or eat warm. Pretzels are best when eaten the same day, but will keep at room temperature, uncovered, for two days. Do not store in covered container or they will become soggy.


our own little piece of the Shore

The Jersey Shore that is.  
DJ Pauly D was in Cleveland this past weekend-at Tequila Ranch.  While I didn't personally see him (I had a race to rest up for, I think looking through the photos was enough to make me feel like I am kind of like I was there but without the stench of fake tanner and hair spray rubbing off on me.  (Truth be told, if Heather had been able to go, I probably would have been there after a little GTL.  And I might have even wore a bumpit)

 How many body guards does this man need? And is that Fat Joe on the left?

Snooks even made it to town.  Um, how bad is it if you aspire to look like a reality star/oompa loompa?

That's a whole lot of ladies....But look how excited the one dude (top rightish area of the photo) looks to finally see Pauly D in person.

all the photos from Metromix.

Towpath 10k on 10.10.10

That's a lot of 10's going on.  And it's why I chose to run my first 10k on 10.10.10.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  I forgot that I was planning on going to Austin for the Austin City Limits Festival the same weekend-luckily no tickets had been purchased for Austin.  
So the 10k...it's over and it really wasn't as horrible as I thought it was going to be considering my shin splints and lack of serious training.  It was my longest run by 1.2 miles.  (That's wasn't my brightest idea but it happened and I am over it.) But it really was a nice run and I have run 5k's that hurt worse.  The weather was chilly but not cold.  The towpath, all 3 miles of the 6+ we were on it, was nice to run on-easy on the joints and really pretty.  Other than that nothing much stood out about the race-except how good that beer tasted at the finish line.  I had grand plans of using the run to try and work through a decision but instead of thinking about that decision, all I could really focus on was the number of dead snakes in the road and on the towpath.  Who knew?!  And that decision, still not made.

And just as an FYI, at about 5.5 miles Flogging Molly's If I Ever Leave This World Alive came on my ipod and it was the perfect song for that moment in my race. I would highly recommend it for a second to last song for any running mix.

image from here


Sunday Bacon

I like to lay in bed and watch bad television....lots of bad television.  Bacon usually doesn't seem to mind very much but I think this photo is him drawing the line at watching 27 Dresses yet again.


It gets better

Have you seen these videos for The Trevor Project?  There are a bunch of them on YouTube.  I think they are a great message but it's really so sad that there is even the need for this.  The stories lately about suicides as a result of bullying are heartbreaking.  

There is no other you....


I suck!

There are a few things I have been sucking at lately. I am/was a sorority advisor and I suck at it. I hate to say it but I don't really care about dealing with the drama that college girls deal with---so I haven't been dealing with it and therefore I suck as an advisor. Finally, today, I recognized how much I have been sucking and emailed my resignation from the position to the main advisor. Step one in not sucking.
I suck at buying a house. I don't think I am that picky but I guess I really am. Surprising considering I live in a house that when I moved in had an ugly pink kitchen with ugly blue gray trim, no dishwasher and an ugly bathroom. I guess the right house hasn't come along. Can the houses I look at not suck?
I suck at doing the dishes. Did you notice the part where I said there was no dishwasher in my house?! Can some dish washing fairies come by and clean my kitchen for me while I am at work? And while your at it, can you mop the kitchen floor? um, that would be great, thanks!
I suck at putting away my clean laundry. I usually like to leave it draped over the drying rack in the basement and go get it as needed. God help if anyone moves upstairs, I am almost sure they will see my pantless behind run to the basement because I have no clean pants in my place.
I suck at is dating. I don't do it...period. So I should really say I haven't been sucking anything. I am debating on how to correct this...and while I do that, I am still not sucking.
image found here.
Also, there are a lot of things I don't suck at this week but that's not what this post is about so I am leaving off how I kicked butt in interviews, and stood up for myself and what is best for me, and had some new workout personal records.


Sunday Bacon

Go Browns!  
Bacon is a proud Cleveland sports fan.
And yes, I actually bought him a little dog jersey.  I have officially turned in to the person I used to hate. 
(also please notice the top right corner of the rug...this is wear Bacon has chewed/ripped/ate the rug apart.  I will add it to his bill which includes about 5 pairs of flips flops, a remote, a little bit of one of the cabinet doors, a pair of underwear, and more)


Happy October 1st!

Today is the beginning of my favorite month of the year-and it's not because it's my birthday month, I am sure that has NOTHING to do with it. I am still in a little bit of a mood but how can you hate October?! I am ready for kind-of-warm days, cool nights, more college football (real games, none this non-conference blow out crap), sweaters, boots, apples, pumpkins, my 10k (Yikes!).
image found here.