I am a sucker for packaging. I am a marketers dream. And I love Strawberry Shortcake, the doll and the dessert. Yesterday while grocery shopping (with an actual shopping list-a plan, a direction, something to prevent impulse shopping buys), I passed this on an end cap. (I told you, a marketers dream.) I had to try it. It's just coffee and it could be good...maybe. Even the checkout girl was interested in it. Us girls, we're suckers for hot pink.
So this morning, I tried it. I am not sure how I feel about it. I feel like it should be sweet but it's not (I don't like sugar in my coffee). But it's not bad. Not great either. I wouldn't say it's the worst coffee purchase ever. At least the bag looks pretty.
I say boo on you Michael. You started to hurt my feelings when you opened (and closed--guess I wasn't the only one who wasn't in love with it) Bar Symon in Avon. And B-Spot in Woodmere. Now Strongsville and Westlake?! (and really, Strongsville doesn't need any more traffic) Wow, you're turning in to a suburbanite! Or you are just going where you think you can make the most money without really do anything for the city.
When Lola first opened in Tremont, Tremont wasn't Tremont. (I read Soul of a Chef and fell in love with you a little bit when the book talks about the early days of Lola.) The area scared most suburbanites you now seem to be catering to. (My mom still doesn't like to go to dinner in Tremont or Ohio City at night---they weren't great neighborhoods and while they have improved, they still aren't all that great really. But most likely, my mom won't visit B-Spot in Strongsville either.) But you had a part in bringing people and business to the area. And some amazing restaurants. Then came E4th. You were one of the first on the street. And most likely, if you were willing to take the gamble on that new area, so should others. That gamble has seemed to pay off for you. That's another great little pocket of Cleveland with some great restaurants (hello Chinato, hello Greenhouse Tavern)
On one hand, I want to pat you on the back and say way to go. You don't owe it to anyone to keep your restaurants in the actual city of Cleveland. You want to make your money. One the other hand, I am kind of pissed off that you are opening restaurants in areas that actually don't need your help. The money is already there. And instead of building up an area and making it great and having people ride on your coat-tails, you seem to be slacking and riding the coat-tails of someone else's work.
I used to think you were a trendsetter. I used to think you were kind of awesome. Now, you kind of remind me of someone who used to be cool and now shops at Eddie Bauer.
I know I am a day late but I was too busy complaining about cats to fit this in yesterday.Those shoes are all kinds of amazing. They almost made me forget her feather earrings that were reminiscent of a roach clip from the 80's. And they were perfectly coordinated with Cee-Lo's Elton John/peacock/Big Bird ensemble.
And how good does Gwyneth look?! How is is possible that she doesn't age or gets better with age? Sure it might be plastic surgery or a macrobiotic diet or Tracy Anderson or or sex with a rock star or who the hell cares she looks amazing and who ever is behind it is doing an awesome job.
If you haven't figured out, I am a dog person (and not even all dogs---I mainly like MY dog, a few of my friends' dogs, and some other random ones but not all of them including most of the ones that hang out at the Lakewood dog park). I like cats, kind of. And by like cats, I mean I don't actively hate them but I will totally judge you if you are a cat person. (Sorry to all my cat loving weirdos in my life. I still love you but not as much as if you had an awesome dog.) And if you are a man who has a cat...I don't think I could love you long time. I would think you're kind of weird and not in a good way. It's almost like I would prefer you to be a dirtball who lives in their mother's basement with no car and a drug habit than be a single man with a house, a car, a job, no drug habit and a cat.
A single guy with a cat is equal to a single woman and 4 cats....just sayin'.
It's kind of the most amazing purple/gray/brown color: Benjamin Moore ---Vintage Charm. Here it looks more brown but it changes as the light changes. I originally saw the color on Apartment Therapy back in 2009 and bookmarked it for a later date. And when I went looking for colors for the hallway, this was it. I will admit I picked a color based on it coordinating with my Mod Dog print too.
There are more shots of the inspiration room here.
Simple and easy...BEER, BOURBON, BACON or some sort of combination. Luckily (or maybe unluckily for me) most of the guys I know fall in to the "Save Your money" category so I don't have to actually have to buy anything for anyone.
And thank you to my co-worker who brought in a whole boat load of donuts today. And thank you to the Cleveland weather gods for this little bit of sunshine we have had (even though it's been colder than a witch's ***, at least there has been sun).
It's the middle of February and I am going crazy from this weather--the cold, the lack of sun, the snow, the ice, the lack of sun. Did I mention the cold? I have turned in to that crazy lady who complains about the weather incessantly and dresses her dog up. I ride the elevator and complain about the weather with strangers. Who am I?! I am officially an asshole. Even though if you know me in real life, you might have already figured this fact out way before the dead of winter and long before I even bought a dog. But this winter has made it worse, made me worse. I am actually craving warmer weather so I can go run outside. Do anything outside. Wear something less than 3 layers of clothes not including my underwear.
I know it's Cleveland. I know it's supposed to be cold and snowy and gray this time of year. In my heart of hearts, I know it is. It doesn't mean winter sucks any less. I was saving my tax return to put glass block windows in the basement (one of the few things I wanted in a house but compromised on) but I am SERIOUSLY tempted to be irresponsible and say “F that. I am going on a vacation--somewhere warm. Somewhere with bugs that are as big as my dog. Somewhere where the locals say “mon” or something equally as obnoxious and would possibly make you throw something at their head if the country was so beautiful and warm. Somewhere with cocktails served with little umbrellas. Somewhere with a swim up bar so I don't even have to leave my spot to pee.”
I would ask who’s coming with me but considering I am an asshole and I basically just told you I would pee on you (or at the best case scenario, next to where you are standing) I am guessing that there aren’t going to be a whole lot of takers.
This is a nice photo of some gentlemen that attended last week's CSU game...except what's with those weirdo girls in the background. Wait, that would be me and Katrina. Are we 12? And why am I sticking out my tounge like a freak?!
Hey did you enter to win a trip to FL yet? No, well it's crappy weather and it snowed a ton and I want to get the hell out of dodge so I am sure you do too. Go and enter the Gotta Love Chevy NEO Girlfriend Getaway to Boca Raton. Go HERE to register to win a trip for 2 for 4 days and 3 nights to Boca Raton, FL.
Michelle, your job is safe!
This is the only photo I have of my nails right now and I wasn't going to take a specific photo of them to show you---I will leave that up to the professionals. I just wanted to rave about these Sally Hansen Salon Effects nail polish stickers/strips. I applied them Thursday night (after reading the review and finding them while wandering around Walgreens while waiting for a prescription---this is very dangerous and might be a good reason for me to just order my prescriptions online or I might spend $100 in drugstore beauty products when I normally don't even use drugstore beauty products and Bacon ends up with a toy too) and they are still going strong. Usually, I have at least a chip or two the next day even with a good base coat and top coat. They have even survived putting together some IKEA furniture with very minimal wear. They aren't something I would use all the time---with the $10 price tag for a single application, I would stick to using them for special occasions. But if you want to impress an Ohio turnpike toll booth lady feel free to use them any old weekend. (she held me up while paying my toll to ask me about them)
Sometimes you want to scream and stomp and throw a tantrum.
Sometimes being treated like a child only makes you want to act like one.
Sometimes you wish for a snow day so you can sit around, watch television, and shovel the driveway. But instead you go to work and call the neighbor to see if his boys want to shovel your driveway for a fee.