life on Mars

Sunday Bacon

2012-01-29T19:56:00.002-05:00

He's happy it's Sunday too.

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces

2012-01-28T09:11:00.000-05:00

A friend of mine posted this on my Facebook wall (or timeline or whatever the hell it's called now) the other day. I then tried to describe it to my boss who thought a video about a guy on a bike sounded stupid until I forced him to watch it. Now I am forcing you to watch it.

I don't even think I could walk on some of those things without falling let alone do it on a bike.

And the song is pretty awesome too.

like mother, like daughter

2012-01-26T20:59:00.000-05:00

my mom doesn't agree with this

My mother is a bit hypercritical. I never could figure out where I got it from until recently---and it was running that made me realize it. Back when I was a freshman in college my mom lost 75 pounds (she divorced my father, went on Jenny Craig, started running). Running is what she started to try and break through those last 20 pounds. And she was pretty good at it for not being the most athletic person in the world. She worked hard at it. She even became a little obsessive about it (see the similarities already?). She had a few injuries that managed to force her to stop running but she really enjoyed that time in her life.

Fast forward to my running. It is not something I naturally excel at. I AM A SWIMMER. Have been a swimmer most of my life-swam competitively as a child, then in high school and continued through college. I can swim like some people can run—it takes minimal effort and I can swim and swim and swim (sometimes much to other's frustration). I love sweating out chlorine the next day. I am not the fastest at it but I am decent. Running sucks. The first couple of years that I was running, I was SLOW. I knew I was slow but I was making progress so I was happy about it. I would call my mom and tell her my 5k times and she would tell me good job but I knew she was judging me. Her first ever 5k time was 26 minutes. She didn’t think a time of 30 min was any accomplishment. This is a tough cookie to please. So imagine my happiness when I was on a runner’s high calling her to tell her about my own 26 min 5k. Her response---great job, now you’re finally getting competitive. Way to keep it in perspective mom.

When I read about people’s running times or running blogs or even Runner's World, I have a hard time not using her benchmarks. I can’t help it. She set the bar pretty high. I get fussy when people call themselves runners when their running is basically a fast walk or when they started running Jan 1st with all the other new year's resolution folks. Or if they cut their running in with walking---2 min run, 1 min walk. People consider themselves runners if they run around the block-so quick to want to attach a label to themselves. I am sorry, I don’t consider that running. That’s working out that includes running but it doesn’t make you a runner. I know people won’t agree with me. Sorry, I am not actually sorry. I still have a hard time considering myself a runner especially when I haven’t run in a couple weeks (hard to consider yourself a runner in the winter in Cleveland…you have to be tough). I consider myself a girl who happens to run.

So I will judge you if you run—and you can blame my mother. She’s judging you too.

with friends like these...

2012-01-24T17:21:00.000-05:00

Backhanded compliments are the best, aren't they?

When telling someone, who has always had a way of making me feel a just little bit bad about myself, my current pant size (not totally out of the blue or anything because if that was the case, I would say nasty stuff to me too)...would I expect their response to be anything other than what they said: "Holy Shit! That's the size I wear"?

Um, thanks?

Did they mean, holy shit I can't believe your fat ass was able to squeeze in to the same size as me? Or maybe it meant, holy shit, you're tiny? Or who knows what it meant but I am not 100% sure it was a compliment.

"Poor girl. You just can't lose those boobs, can you?"

Sunday Bacon

2012-01-22T11:27:00.001-05:00

Life is rough when you are a dog.

And considering the angle, I was also sprawled out on the couch when I took this.

Saturday night drinking leads to lazy Sundays.

old blue eyes

2012-01-19T12:31:00.000-05:00

I have a love for Paul Newman.

This is fact.

And he's from Cleveland...only makes me love him more.

I used to have this episode of Iconoclasts on my dvr but lost it when I moved--I am off to track an online version down so I can watch repeatedly instead of watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Atlanta, Orange County, Hell.

for every goal there is a reward...amended version

2012-01-17T12:46:00.000-05:00

When I originally set out to lose some weight, I made these Frye boots my goal purchase. I have wanted them for years and fat calves just won't fit in them. (And they aren't cheap.) They remind me of a pair my mom had in the 70's that I would play dress up in, I loved those boots. But now that I am here, I don't want to actually buy the boots anymore-well, I do but I don't want them to be all funked up with salt and snow and before you know it, boot season will be over. So I am amending my goal purchase-along with my goal. (My original goal was 50 pounds and Frye boots.)

New goal is 60 pounds (maybe 65) and Kate Spade Charm shoes. By the time I get there, it should be just in time to start wearing them.

I'll make the boots a keeping the weight off reward.

you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

2012-01-16T12:07:00.000-05:00

I am seriously obsessed with the original version of this song. Love it! I have been listening to it on repeat, taking breaks only to listen to the City and Colour cd my friend sent me and the Black Keys' new one. So imagine how excited I was to see this awesome cover.

Sunday Bacon

2012-01-15T15:29:00.002-05:00

Yep, he's crazy. Like mother, like son. (And we both have a bit of the wonky eye.)

What can you do?!

I have lost my mf-ing mind

2012-01-10T12:42:00.002-05:00

Yesterday morning I hurt my back at the gym doing thrusters (squats in to a push press with a 45 pound bar). Second round of seven in and I felt it go. It's hurts to stand up straight, it hurts to get up from a sitting position, it hurts to cough, it hurts to sit on the toilet to pee (TMI? well it does. And getting up off the toilet is no picnic either). And because I am absolutely insane, I was trying to tough it out and take nothing stronger than Tylenol. I was using those Icy Hot patches and resting on the couch, and trying to stretch every few hours so it didn't tighten up any more than it already was. I wouldn't even take ibuprofen or Aleve..."Why?" one might ask. Well, non-steroidals can cause your body to retain fluids and today was my weigh in day. Yep, I didn't want to take any drugs that may or may not (and usually do not) have had any effect on the back pain so that I didn't have any water weight gain for today's weigh in. I said it was take no prisoners and I didn't care who got in my way, including myself, I guess. Plus I don't like to take meds...at all. Hate it actually.

I have mentioned before that I weigh myself obsessively and this past week I got on the scale and was exactly at my original goal of 50 pounds lost. But that's an "unofficial" weigh in and therefore doesn't really count. I know all of this makes me crazy--I am in pain and I opted to try and tough it out so I can try and have a good weigh in?! What's another week to get to goal?! I am competitive (and crazy...see above and actually all of my previous posts if you need additional proof) and I just wanted to have the best possible outcome.

So now that my weigh in is over...and I HIT MY GOAL...bring on the Aleve! I am "officially" down 50.4 pounds. Too bad this milestone is marred by some back pain but I will be jumping up and down soon enough. Bring on the stretch goal of 60 pounds (which may be updated as I get closer to it)!!

Sunday Bacon

2012-01-08T16:30:00.000-05:00

Bitch! What are you looking at?! So what it's 50 degrees out, I am hanging out in front of this space heater. You use your heated seats when it's 60 out so shut up and quit judging me.

I'm over it

2012-01-08T10:05:00.002-05:00

Last night I texted my friend, who is also not drinking, and asked her what she was up to for the evening. Both of us had nothing so we decided to finally see Breaking Dawn Part 1. We've waited so long to go see it, we had to travel to a theater further away than our regular place. Valley View was an adventure in and of itself. Such amazing people watching-where do these people come from? What rock did they crawl out from under? Where did they still find a matching velour sweat suit to wear to the movies? Every pair or small group of women in their 30's were going to see Breaking Dawn-we were calling it. We were laughing and judging. And we were even judging ourselves a little bit.

Anyway...For the last couple of Twilight movies we were there opening weekend with our mini bottles of cheap champagne. We were ready. We were excited. But the problem with spreading out the movies like they have, WE'VE MOVED ON. We've found Hunger Games. (That movie comes out in March and WE'RE READY!!!) And like any relationship that has gone on too long, we were no longer able to overlook the things we used to think were kind of cute and endearing. Jacob doesn't take off his shirt enough. Kristen Stewart is a terrible actress with bunny teeth. The sex was awkward. So. So. Awkward. (and isn't is always that way in this stage of the relationship?!) We left laughing, laughing at how bad it was. Except we really want to know what raspberry lip stain they use on all the vampires. Their pouts are perfectly colored.

At this point, we are committed. We're going to have to see the last one. But I can only imagine it's going to be like the one last time with someone you used to love. It's going to be awkward and bad and is only going to cement in your mind that you've moved on. Now GET YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT!

image from Jennsylvania's recap of the movie. I should have just stuck with the recap.

a cat needs a bicycle like...

2012-01-03T17:30:00.002-05:00

Do you read WTFOREVER21? No? You’re kind of missing out. There was a post about what not to wear on NYE that made me snort not once, but twice. (I mean all her posts aren’t all gems but then again, not all my posts are winners either…get over it) anyway while perusing WTF21, I came across this bicycle cat sweat-shirt.

Seriously, I think that all that is between me and a new makeout friend is a kitschy nude sweatshirt of a cat with a giant head on a bike. Maybe it would be the ice breaker I apparently need to talk to cute boys in the bar (unless of course they are still living in their parents’ house, I have been there and done that. And where in the hell are all the men with jobs, and cars that don’t have the exhaust system sitting on their front passenger seats, and maybe a place of their own?!)….

Internet, you have until the 21^st to get this to my doorstep (since that’s when I will be hitting the bars again) .

I checked…it’s still available, kind of like me.

it's only 3 weeks...21 days

2012-01-02T10:19:00.000-05:00

Ah, the good old "prison breakfast" as I like to call it. Cottage cheese, with a little preserves mixed in. Light wheat toast. And usually a coffee or 10. Since joining Weight Watchers, I have found this is the lowest point breakfast I can have that also doesn't make me want to hurt someone because I am so hungry. OK, sometimes I still want to hurt people because I am hungry but usually that's around 4 in the afternoon. (Goal of 50 pounds.....I can see you and I am coming for you who cares who gets caught in the cross fire I mean business enough of this messing around.)

But the real reason I took these photos was not to show anyone that I have one of the most boring breakfasts out there but because apparently I am thirsty. Two nights of heavy drinking in a row will do that to a lady. A 20z of iced tea and coffee (or tea on sunday because I was too lazy to make coffee).

Well for the next three weeks, I am not going to be drinking. Yep, I said it. I put it out there. No drinking for me until my friend's wedding on the 21st. A couple of reasons---I am like less than 5 pounds away from my initial weight loss goal (and my stretch goal isn't too far away either) and I am sure that the last couple of months of overindulging hasn't helped and a little detox might be all I need to get there. Also, two of my friends stop drinking for the month of January as their detox, so I have support. We can all not drink together.

So the need to rehydrate in the morning will only be a result of a kick butt workout and not a giant hangover the size of Texas...at least for the next three weeks.

Sunday Bacon

2012-01-01T20:44:00.000-05:00

Bacon is pooped out from all the partying/playing he did to end 2011.

He's ready to settle in for the long winter in front of the space heater.

HELLO 2012!

2012-01-01T10:00:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year! The holiday season is OFFICIALLY over.

I now am going to bore you with some of the things I want to work on in 2012...not really resolutions per se, just things to work on.

Wear more sparkles

Dress up more

Wear fancy shoes

Ease off the Facebook stalking

Drink less beer...more wine...or vodka...or bourbon

Stop throwing clothes on the bathroom floor

Break in the new mattress

Buy less from Target

Do my hair more

Eat more vegetables

More make-out sessions

Stop lounging around in Under Armor on the weekends

Run more

Hit that weight loss goal (so close yet so far away)

Only wear the good underwear

Here's to a fantabulous 2012. Cheers!

Sunday Bacon

2011-12-25T11:42:00.004-05:00

Merry Christmas everyone!

Now go snuggle with your loved ones.

what's your return policy for silverware?

2011-12-21T06:59:00.000-05:00

I thought turning 35 was a sure sign that I was old. Like holy shit when did 35 happen?! Like OMG what happened to my ass?! It didn't always look like that, did it?! And when did my boobs start looking like that?! But it wasn't seeing my ass in the mirror or my age written down that made me feel old....nope, it was this year's Christmas gift that arrived yesterday. The gift was one of my silverware place settings and some matching serving utensils. Yep. That was it, that's the thing that officially made me feel old. One it made me realize my everyday silverware comes in place settings....it's not plastic, it's not mismatched, it's like real grown up people silverware. And two, that my mom thought of all the things I might need/want she chose to buy me silverware. No stocking stuffed with nail polish and make-up and goofy socks. No fun piece of technology all the kids are getting these days.

Nope-silverware! And serving pieces!

and people wonder why I am single....

2011-12-19T21:02:00.002-05:00

Saturday, after a little mattress shopping, I decided to come home and vegetate on the couch with some magazines. And yes, I am the crazy dog lady that subscribes to Modern Dog. Don't judge me. And if you are judging, well suck it, because I really don't care.

Here are some of the things I really want:

Let It Snow turtleneck from Fab Dog

Morrison Hotel mini print note cards (featuring celebrities like Robert Plant, Bob Dylan, and Patti Smith all with animals)

A stuffed toy Bacon would be sure to destroy in less than 10 minutes but I still want it for my hipster pup.

Collars and leashes that are able to be personalized from Dog Gone It.

And because I not only am a crazy dog lady but I am also the crazy running blogger lady these days....

A reflective vest for Bacon!

In case you were worried, I did go out on Saturday night.

Sunday Bacon

2011-12-18T20:04:00.004-05:00

Ugly Christmas sweater...check.

'tis the season.

declaration

2011-12-14T06:52:00.001-05:00

I have seen this before and I might have even posted it before but I am WAY TOO LAZY to dig around for that post this morning. But I recently stumbled across it again and decided I could really use this these days. I think this sort of document would make things so much easier-way funnier than just passing a note saying "Do you like me?...check yes or no". (though there is the nostalgia factor with those notes)

I have someone I would like to pass this note to....suggested activities would be kissing and copulating. None if this knot-tying and growing old BS (that would be an added bonus if the kissing and copulating were enjoyable). And replying with enthusiasm is the only response.

I should totally print it out, complete it, fax it to my e-fax and then email it to them.

Maybe I could just tell them I want to make out with them....that might be easier.

Sunday Bacon

2011-12-11T18:00:00.001-05:00

Cuddles!

I am glad this nugget is around for the days I wake up feeling like I am getting sick and feeling sorry for myself in other ways because he always makes me feel loved.

(And, that wonky eye is really nuts in this photo)

'tis the season

2011-12-05T08:46:00.000-05:00

Cleveland Foodie is sponsoring one of the best give-aways/contests/drawings out there. One, it involves a donation to a great cause---Veggie U. Two, with every $5 donation get you another entry to win more than $2000 in gift cards to some great Cleveland spots. (see list below)

You have from now until December 23^rd at NOON to donate and be entered. Three winners will be picked on the 24th---and I totally hope I am one of them. To donate and be entered to win, just call 419.499.7500 M-F, 9a.m. – 5 p.m.; you must reference Cleveland Foodie. OR, you can now donate online right here.

Seriously, who wouldn't want to go to these spots?!

Greenhouse Tavern / $50
Noodlecat / $50
AMP150 / $50
Fire / $50
Bistro on Main / two $50 gift cards
Fahrenheit / $50
Flying Fig / $50
Washington Place Bistro & Inn / $50
Miles Farmers Market / $50
Welshfield Inn / $50
87 West at Crocker / $50
Crop Bistro / $50
Luna Bakery / $50
Dim and Den Sum / $50
Hodge’s (coming soon) / $50
Battery Park Wine Bar / $50
Market Garden Brewery / $50
Bar Cento / $50
Paladar / $50
Touch Supper Club / $50
Truck (Touch food truck) / $50
Western Reserve Wines / $50
Momocho / $50 (plus Eric donated an additional $350 to the program)
Flour / $50
Deagan’s / $50
A Cookie and a Cupcake / $50
CVI dinner / $100
Chef’s Garden salad sampler box
Umami / $50
Parallax / $50
Table45 / $50
L’Albatros / $50
Chinato / $50
C2 / $50
Moxie / $50
Red / $50
Lola / three $20 gift cards, one for each winner

For more info, head on over to Cleveland Foodie.

sh!t, another running post?!

2011-12-04T13:00:00.000-05:00

Seriously, didn't I just say I wasn't going to talk about running, running, and more running. Well, I am back with one more running post. Why?! Because I want to brag a little bit and two, how else were you going to see the best costume I have ever seen at a race (unless of course we're Facebook friends and then you already saw it. You probably saw the other fun fact too so go ahead and stop reading now...)

Seriously, it's like Randy Quaid came in from Canada or where ever he's been spending his crazy time at to run a 5k in Cleveland. And now that I have FINALLY watched Christmas Vacation, I know who this guy is dressed as -shitter was full. The best part, that's a full beer. And it was like 9:30 am at this point. I love this guy!

And now to the part where I am gonna brag a bit...I PR'd my previous fastest 5k time by 3:57. Since last May, I dropped almost four minutes from my 5k time. This is what my watch told me I ran the Reindeer Run in:

Official chip time: 26:22. That's an 8:30 pace?! Who the fuck am I?

Even my mom was finally impressed with my running (if you think I am a harsh critic, you should meet that lady. I learned from the master).

Luckily for everyone involved, there are no more races for the year so the running posts should be kept to a minimum for at least a couple of months.

Sunday Bacon

2011-12-04T08:39:00.001-05:00

Who doesn't love a wonky eye???

guess what I do for adventure? I hang glide on a Dorito

2011-11-30T07:02:00.000-05:00

I love these two little videos. They are just too cute for words.

Guess why I smile a lot? Because it's worth it.

let's get physical

2011-11-29T08:32:00.000-05:00

Believe me, I kind of want to kick my own ass. I didn't drink like a fish on Thanksgiving eve because I had to wake up early and run (I still drank...a lot...just not as much as I really wanted to). I ran 5 miles on Thanksgiving...for fun and without the police chasing me. And I might have experience a delayed runner's high when I checked the official times later that day. I have worked out 6 of the last 7 days. Black Friday, I bought new workout t-shirts for myself (and besides the ridiculous amount of nail polish I purchased, that might have been the only thing I bought). I spend more time than I want to admit browsing the fitness section of Pinterest. Friday afternoon I was fussy from a really shitty meal at B-Spot and so I decided the best cure for that was a run (after I had already worked out that morning).

I have always kind of disliked the people who were workout freaks (after college that is when I stopped swimming twice a day) and not because I am jealous but because I don't think they have a good balance of fun and working out. And for the record, I don't really consider working out fun though it does make me feel better. Maybe I feel like I have been having too much fun so I need to work out like a crazy person to offset the amount of different Christmas ales I have been consuming. Either way, I am not sure what is up with my insane workout habits of late (I did break the plateau so it's not all because of that.) If I start blogging about running, running, and more running---someone smash my iPod, hide the Garmin, and steal the laces from my running shoes. And if you ever hear the words "gluten free" come out of my mouth, just take me out back and shoot me.

two things I like

2011-11-28T08:29:00.000-05:00

Fonts and Cleveland Landmarks.

I know these have been around for a while but they are no less awesome.

I wish I could find some prints of these because they would be added to all of the existing Cleveland art work in my house. And they would be awesome in my pink office. Here are just a few of my favorites...

images from Type City Cleveland.

Sunday Bacon

2011-11-27T11:15:00.001-05:00

My man. He's so handsome and I love him even if he destroys toys in seconds flat, throws up rawhide on my white bedroom carpet (who puts white carpet in a bedroom?! Assholes that's who), and wakes me up at 4 am because he has to poop.

Happy Sunday folks!

it's time to start the music, it's time to light the lights

2011-11-26T08:30:00.000-05:00

I loved this movie.

I might have even cried a few times. So did my friend Jessica. So did her 6 year old little boy.

I mean if you can watch Kermit and Miss Piggy sing The Rainbow Connection and not tear up even a little bit either you have no idea who The Muppets are (and you kind of suck) or you have a cold, cold heart (and you suck).

Things I am thankful for....

2011-11-25T07:30:00.001-05:00

Post Thanksgiving Day edition.

I am thankful I ran an awesome (for me) Turkey Trot. I wasn't really feeling the run before it happened. I stayed up late drinking with family, friends, and neighbors. Then I stayed up even later watching American Horror Story (HOLY CRAP TATE! We're so fighting right now. Add American Horror Story to the things I am thankful for too.) Then the race was packed and I ran in to an old friend who I ran with for a bit and then I decided to just run. I stopped to take a few photos but I was just enjoying the whole scene. I was jammin' to my music. I was people watching. So imagine my surprise when I finished with a 9:17 pace. Holy fuck balls. That is hella fast for me. And I felt awesome.

I am thankful it was a beautiful day!

And the Factory of Sadness had no sadness going on.

I am thankful for this nugget. And his cuddles. And the spooning.

I am thankful for great friends to spend Thanksgiving with. My family did our Turkey on Wednesday and my mom is in Florida until April so I spent the day at Jess and Marc's. And I am thankful Marc used a Rambo knife to carve the turkey.

I am thankful for Christmas Ale Season. The more the merrier.

I am thankful for Starbucks coffee and this cute little mug I picked up. I wish I had a scooter but until then, I will have to settle for a scooter mug.

I am even kind of thankful that Ulta was open this morning after my workout (yes, I technically was shopping at 6:30 and I felt like an asshole but they were open so I took advantage but I hate myself a little for it) so I was able to get a crap ton of new nail polish.

I am thankful my friend has children who I can go see The Muppet Movie with so I don't have to be the creepy old lady going to see it by myself. (Jason Segel, I am thankful for you too. And your full frontal in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.)

And I am thankful for so much more.

Happy Thanksgiving---a day later.

yep, this exists

2011-11-21T12:27:00.000-05:00

Now I love bacon, a lot. And I can get behind a few of the random bacon flavored products but I am not so sure how I feel about this one. Do you really want those parts to taste like bacon?

I think I have only been in an upright position for an hour today

2011-11-20T18:53:00.001-05:00

Here are our best Blue Steel impressions

Holy hangover and lazy Sunday. Yep, it's 7pm and I am still in my pajamas. I finally washed off last night's makeup about an hour ago. It's been a rough day.

Last night started with Christmas Ale in the basement of Great Lakes. And then it was more drinks and dinner (if you want to call a few olives and 2 crab cakes dinner. I should have ordered more food----fail on my part. ) Next up, TINA'S. It was already busy when we got there and only seemed to get busier. There were also some local celebrities spotted there---Alexa, Allison, and Seanski! There were entirely too many beers and shots at this point. Hence the pajamas at 7pm the next day. It was a great night and thankfully Jessica and Marc's birthdays only come around once a year.

Side note: reading your text messages from the night before is something you should not do until the hangover has completely worn off. You might just make yourself sick reading that your response to someone offering to pick you up and drive you home was you sending a request for them to take you to boom city. And then having to explain what boom city was.

um, I think not

2011-11-17T06:36:00.001-05:00

So Bradley Cooper was named People Magazine's SEXIEST Man Alive!

Um, he's pretty but he isn't all that.

I will show you 63 reasons why Bradley Cooper isn't the sexiest man alive.

Sunday Bacon

2011-11-13T18:19:00.001-05:00

Both the Buckeyes and the Browns----Bacon is PISSED!!!!

no more yanky my wanky

2011-11-07T08:19:00.000-05:00

Saturday night I met some friends up at the Winking Lizard to celebrate a birthday. The Spazmatics were playing and it might have been a really fun evening if the birthday boy wasn't so obnoxiously drunk. The crowd was a weird mix of middle aged people and college age people and they had the ability to make me feel old and young at the same time. Anyway, just setting the stage for a conversation that happened that made me think...I was chatting with another friend about younger men (and my recent attraction to them for some unknown reason) when the band started to play Simple Minds' Don't You Forget About Me. Then question was asked: Do you think he (younger man of the moment) knows who John Hughes is? I thought to myself and then might have said: Oh shit! I hope so. God, if he doesn't, can I still like him?! Well...he doesn't know who John Hughes is. I had to name off a few of John Hughes' movies to him ---to which he responded that he had never seen Pretty in Pink. Or all of the Breakfast Club. But he has seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

So the answer the earlier question of can I still like him is a no. This might be harsh. This might be over-reacting. I spent a lot of time wishing I was Molly Ringwald back in the day. And if a guy doesn't even understand why "Oh Sexy Girlfriend" makes me giggle, well then, we have nothing in common and I can't (shouldn't) make out with him.

I bet he doesn't even know the correct answer to "What do you wanna do with your life?" is "I wanna ROCK!" either.

Sunday Bacon

2011-11-06T08:34:00.001-05:00

Like mother, like son!

My nugget loves him some pumpkin ale--or beer of any kind for that matter. He's a teenager now so he's doing what teenagers do...experimenting. At least he isn't drinking MGD like I did in my teen years. He's classin' it up with a New Holland Ichabod pumpkin ale. We fancy!

you play fantasy what?!

2011-11-03T11:12:00.000-04:00

Not sure when it happened, but I became that girl who plays Fantasy Football. I don't even watch that much football anymore so I picked players based on if I had heard of them in some way shape or form. They might have dated someone from reality television (Jay Culter, I am talking about you. You too Reggie Bush---so what you dated Kim Kardashian) or they might have played for Ohio State (Santonio Holmes, looking at you buddy) or I let auto draft pick them up. Well needless to say, my team SUCKS!!! After a few weeks in, I finally came to the realization of just how bad my team was (still is--that's what happens when you pick B list players based on relationships with B list celebrities) and decided I would amend my goal. My new goal was going to be to lose every game. I can't even do that right----last week I won my first game. I didn't even play a kicker.

when can I move in?

2011-11-02T14:18:00.000-04:00

I have read Design*Sponge for a while now and I kind of love it. I just recently bought the book Design*Sponge at Home) too. So imagine my surprise when I see a friend's house on the website.

Go Charity!!!

Now she just needs to come over and help me with my house!

Photo stolen from Design*Sponge. Can we talk about this bedroom turned in to a closet?! Charity is shutting it down! I die!

I've hit a plateau and I am pissed about it

2011-11-01T08:58:00.003-04:00

Three weeks in a row, no weight lost. It was bound to happen eventually---44 pounds down without one was a little too good to be true but I know it's because there have been more dinners out, more beers consumed, more junk eaten, even more beer consumed. Shit needs to get back on track. The wheels need to go back on the bus. I can't possibly work out enough to offset the fun I am having. I need to go back to obsessively weighing myself. I need to go back to being super strict about my point intake and tracking. I need to stop drinking so much. Damn!

Sunday Bacon---Halloween style

2011-11-01T06:57:00.003-04:00

Don't go in the water! There is a shark on the loose.

Happy post Halloween!

commitment to the hug

2011-10-27T12:45:00.003-04:00

This past week, an old friend came over to help me with some stuff around the house. He came over to help and ended up spending a few hours working in my house--changing light switches and outlets. He wouldn't take any money for it...I paid him in some beer though but felt bad because it wasn't nearly enough. Anyway, as he was leaving he gave me a hug. It had to have been the best hug I have gotten in a long ass time.
Yes, I realize how sad my life is if a hug is that exciting to warrant it's own blog post. But seriously, it was that good a hug. There was commitment to the hug. The right amount of strength. Not too long to be creepy, but not short enough to be like the half assed ones you give people. This was all upper body parts touching kind of hug.

So yes, a hug got it's own blog post. Wow, my life is a thrill a minute.

I like your beard

2011-10-24T11:04:00.000-04:00

Saturday night I went to a Halloween party where there was a circus theme. I was a bearded lady.

After leaving the party, I met up with some friends for additional cocktails and so they could share in the beard love. Who doesn't love a good beard?

Sunday Bacon

2011-10-23T10:56:00.002-04:00

Bacon loves October almost as much as I do.

My baby turned 2 this past week...so I tortured him with clothing.

you're gonna die in there

2011-10-22T19:22:00.000-04:00

Please tell me you are watching this?

Seriously, please tell me you are watching this. I totally need to talk to someone about how amazing and messed up at the same time this show is. So far I have watched every episode at least 2 times. One time to watch it and the second time to try an figure out what the hell is going on. And even after the second time, I'm still not sure I know what's going on but I can't wait for the next episode.

I love my Gossip Girl and my Real Housewives and Happy Endings but this show is kind of amazing and not just because Connie Britton's hair is the things dreams are made of or the fact we've seen Dylan McDermott's naked behind a few times. That last part might be a really good reason to watch it though...just sayin'.

who knew she was a Jenna Lyons fan?!

2011-10-21T19:02:00.001-04:00

For my birthday, we went to dinner at Dante and then headed over to Tina's for a little (or a lot of cheap) beer and some jello shots. Too bad the jello shot maker didn't make it and there were no jello shots. Tina's fail!

While there were no jello shots to be had, there was this gem of an outfit.

Black shirt, pink shirt, socks, and booties?! Wow!

Too bad a couple of days later, while looking through my newest J.Crew catalog, I saw this:

Black shirt, pink shirt, socks, and booties?!

Holy fuck.

Who knew I was the asshole when I was making fun of the lady at Tina's outfit?!

Sunday Bacon

2011-10-16T12:06:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, my new love seat was delivered (and then the delivery guys made their way over to Allison's new place-totally random and proof that Cleveland is a small town). That back room is ALMOST done. Just need a small coffee table and some artwork. Bacon isn't so sure about he feels about the room.

I think he prefers cuddling on the living room couch with me.

I am finishing up birthday weekend with a mean hangover and the promise of some Melt.

when did I get so old?!

2011-10-15T09:49:00.002-04:00

Today I turn 35.

And to be honest, I am not all that excited about it. Now I have to check the 35-40 box when giving my age range. That's freaking old!!! When did this happen?! I swear it was just yesterday I was turning 30 but nope. Now I am pretty sure I am a cougar.

34 was kind of a big year--I bought my first house, broke up with Jeep after 18 years and bought a Subaru, lost 40+ pounds (and still working on more).

I hope that 35 is just as good to me.

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya...

2011-10-13T06:36:00.001-04:00

Have you seen this photo floating around the inter webs?!

How I love this movie. Even after all this time, it's still one of my favorites. It combines some of my favorite things: an 80's wrestler (I was in love with WWF back in the 80's so Andre the Giant in this movie was like the greatest), a cute boy (Carey Elwes-Oh he was so pretty in this movie), a funny man (Billy Crystal-for some odd reason I really liked him back in the day), catchy one-liners, and love, true love (aka a sappy love story).

image found here.

Oh, IKEA

2011-10-12T07:13:00.000-04:00

The other night I bribed my friend, Dennis, to come over and put together my IKEA purchase. How I love you cheap Swedish furniture but how I HATE to put you together. Seriously my ADD kicks in to full effect and I get distracted and the task that should take an hour takes like 4 days.

Bacon even helped a little. And by helped, I mean, he tore apart all the styrofoam. Which is awesome to clean up by the way-even with the Dyson the old Suzanne who owned my house left for me.

Dennis is my IKEA hero. Let me know if you have any IKEA furniture you don't want to put together yourself and I will be happy to loan him out. (for a small fee of course)

Too bad he too lives in his parents' house.

just a simple request

2011-10-11T09:08:00.002-04:00

Dear Universe---

If you are going to send a man my direction, can you please make sure that he doesn't still live with his parents?! I am going to be 35 on Saturday and am entirely too old to deal with that.

I can handle divorced. I can handle kids from a previous relationship. I can handle roommates. I can handle younger. I can handle a number of things that 5 years ago I wasn't able to handle but seriously, I am not asking for a lot here.

Thanks,

Suzanne

Sunday Bacon

2011-10-10T10:09:00.001-04:00

Sunday Bacon aka Why So Emo?

looking back at the photos I have taken of Bacon recently, I realized this pup just looks so freaking sad---all he needs are some dark glasses, some skinny jeans, and a couple of tattoos to complete his emo look. I think the shorter days are getting to him. Or maybe he just really doesn't like the newest Owl City release.

We're in for a long winter, nugget. But this Indian Summer has been fantastic.

Sunday Bacon

2011-10-02T15:40:00.000-04:00

I stinking love this pup!

Especially when he's in this state.

otherwise known as it seemed like a good idea at the time

2011-10-02T10:36:00.000-04:00

Fatty Natty!

Maybe it was the 3 Kentucky Bourbon Ales. Maybe it was the chocolate covered pretzel shot. Or maybe it was the fatty natty. Maybe, it was all three that allowed me to play the "why did I take my pants off here?!" game as well as the "where in the hell is my bra?" game.

I love to wake up after a night of drinking and try to figure out why I was taking my clothes off in random spots in the house. Sure my pants are in the basement...my bra is in the spare bedroom but my shirt is in the kitchen?! Oh and I am by myself?! Makes perfect sense.

well, I got one of these but that's really about it

2011-09-30T15:56:00.002-04:00

At least I work full time.

The rest of them I do kind of half-assed. My house is kind clean---totally wouldn't pass the white glove test. (But isn't the sign of a clean house the sign of a wasted life?)

As for a healthy dinner, does a Lean Cuisine count?! No, well than poo on you.

And I am working on the fit, trim & well grommed.

Laundry---well, that's a whole other story.

Great sex life?!...see post about dating a co-worker.

here a boob, there a boob, everywhere a boob...and a breast pump

2011-09-26T09:28:00.000-04:00

Rue and I went on our first road trip this past weekend.

The weekend was filled with cheap alcohol. Lots and lots of cheap alcohol. And boobs. And chips. And boob talk. And cookies. And breast pumping. And Julie's amazing Rice Krispy treats. And more breast pumping.

Margarita in a can?! Absolutely!

There was a little bit of seriousness included--a trip to the Flight 93 memorial.

The newly dedicated permanent memorial.

Who doesn't love a fire?

A trip to the lodge for more cocktails.

Good friends!

I have known three of these ladies since high school! It's always so much fun to spend time with them even if it means listening to more talk about breast feeding than one should endure in a 48 hour period.

And next year, if I see someone else's boobs more than I see my own, there will be payback! Just sayin'.

Sunday Bacon

2011-09-25T18:36:00.003-04:00

I went to PA for a quick weekend trip with some friends from high school and Bacon went to stay at Grandma's house.

Now we're both a little tired.

Introducing...Rue!

2011-09-21T08:51:00.004-04:00

Meet Rue. Miss McClanahan, if you're nasty! She's kind of mature but still fun and sassy and slutty---just like I hope to be and considering in a few short weeks I am turning 35 so we have the mature (in age not personality) part down.

Monday night I picked up my new car. Buying a new car isn't really a good time-I might have cussed out a few people after a dealer snafu (looks like I might have the sassy part down too) but all was made right in the world and I left a happy camper. Driving a new car is a good time. I love her!

While a still an SUV, she has a little pep in her step.

I have totally forgotten about the Jeepster. Good thing too because I don't want Rue getting any ideas that I still have feelings for my old car.

i've got a crush on you

2011-09-19T08:19:00.000-04:00

I have a crush on a guy at work. The concept of this goes against my strict "You don't get your meat where you get your bread policy." But I have a lot of rules and maybe it's time to loosen up on some of them-and I know a few people who have successfully dated (and eventually married) co-workers. The problem is, I have the dating social skills of a 12 year old girl. In that if I think you are cute and want to make out with you, I am completely unable to talk to you. And if I can talk to you...UGH, cringe worthy conversation. So because of my complete lack of social skills, I asked a friend to find out details about him (Seriously, how have I ever managed to date anyone with these awesome skills?)...sexual preference, relationship status, age, etc. He straight, single, and 26. 26?! Welcome to Cougartown! That means when I was driving he was in first grade. When I was able to legally buy beer, he was 12. Age gap and a co-worker...ugh. I must really like his beard to continue with this crush. Maybe this week, I will pass him a note that says "Do you like me? Check yes or no."

Sunday Bacon

2011-09-18T07:55:00.001-04:00

Clearly, Bacon is bored by me.

a double dose of Bacon

2011-09-11T14:23:00.000-04:00

Go Browns!

I guess it's time to bust out the orange collar to match the jersey. And the jersey is a little tight after Bacon's off-season workout regime of beer and beer and more beer.

remembering that day--10 years later

2011-09-11T08:46:00.000-04:00

What I remember about that day wasn't special or unique but it's mine. I was living in Columbus at the time but I was back in Cleveland to visit with my mom for a day or two. The night of September 10th, I had fallen asleep in my childhood bedroom and left the TV on. On the morning of 9.11, I woke up to the Today Show and the first plane had just hit the tower. I remember the confusion about what we were witnessing. And I watched as the second plane hit the second tower. OH SHIT! Now the Pentagon, WHAT THE HELL?! And what's this about a plane turning around over Cleveland (Flight 93) ?!

I remember having an appointment, getting in the car and listening to Howard Stern (he was kind of amazing that day---in all that was going on he remained a true professional Sirius replayed the broadcast recently and it took me right back to that morning). I remember getting a call from my co-worker who had no access to radio or TV or anything outside of the store and her being scared and not knowing what was going on. I remember calling friends who had family members working in the WTC and their terror of not being able to reach them. I remember being glued to the television for what seemed like days after the attack. I remember the mall was closed (I worked retail) for a few hours a few days after the attack for the memorial and how surprised I was that businesses were willing to close so their workers and their shoppers could watch the memorial-when was the last time a business did the right thing instead of the thing that makes them the most money? And I remember the sadness, the stillness, the somberness of it all. Everything was kind of the same yet totally different.

In a couple of weeks, I am going on a girls weekend and we are staying right outside of Shanksville, PA. I have been there before and I am hoping to go back to see the memorial. It's one of the oddest places I have ever been to--there is a heaviness in the air, something about the space just makes you quiet yourself in reflection (I guess that would be the definition of hallowed ground). As soon as I stepped out of the car, I began to cry. Just thinking about my visit to that spot makes my eyes well up with tears--the trinkets left, the benches with all the passenger names, the stones with the words "Let's Roll" engraved on them.
9.11.01 was one of the first national tragedies that I was alive for. I try and remember those people who gave their lives, the heroes of the day, the first responders, the people who lost a loved one. It was a day that changed our world so we should Never Forget.

is it the weather?

2011-09-08T12:41:00.006-04:00

(Greenhouse Tavern's steak tartare--aka raw meat!)

I haven't been feeling it lately.

I haven't felt funny, or witty, or charming, or even all that snarky. I haven't felt the need for a good passive/aggressive rant. (I am so disappointed in myself. )

I don't know what I have been feeling but I do know I have been thinking a lot about weight loss and Weight Watchers and working out and weighing myself. And a fit and healthy blogger I am not. Nor do I want to be---god, please let me talk about something other than points and pounds lost or what size pant I am now in or today's workout. The thought of it makes me want to bash my own head in to the wall.

I don't even have any good, funny stories. I haven't embarrassed myself all that much recently or if I have, the memory of it is still too raw to share. Sure, I've had some fun. Sure, I have laughed so hard I might have piddled myself just a little bit. Sure, I have also gotten angry and wanted to hit something. Sure, I have been so sad that I had to call off work and wallow. But for all the emotions the last few weeks have brought me, they have not made for good posts.

Maybe I feel the need to edit myself a little bit and that's not helping the cause. I have become a little too aware that people I don't know read this. And people that I kind of know read this. And people I know really well read this. I guess I want to protect the innocent (myself included) a little bit--unless, of course, you are out to dinner with me and then one the innocents might have a whole table full of ladies talking about raw meat. oops!

Sunday Bacon

2011-09-04T11:54:00.000-04:00

He's so pouty. Typical man.

Usually girls are so excited to go get a mani-pedi--not boys. Nope, they act like it's torture. Secretly the love it.

I guess I am not alone

2011-09-04T09:38:00.004-04:00

Everyone is loving them some Pitbull these days-I should have figured because I hear that one song like every 10 minutes on the radio. But even high fashion is all about Pitbull-this video is for Lanvin.

And these models totally stole my dance moves.

excuse me, excuse me...can I get with you tonight?

2011-09-02T08:58:00.001-04:00

I have a very distinct type.

I love me some short, balding yet hairy men. Facial hair a plus too. Can't grow it on your head but yet is in abundance elsewhere? Yep, will you be mine?

Cleveland is full of this type--so why is it that I am single?! I guess that's a topic for another day.

But, that brings me to Pitbull. I don't think he would be considered cute by traditional standards. But there is just something about him. And did anyone see him in those red pants and the VMA's?! That man was wearing those red pants.

And that voice---the little bit of gravel.

Did you hear that noise?

That was my panties hitting the floor.

because I really need to post about something that isn't Bacon or Bertha

2011-09-01T07:29:00.002-04:00

Hey look! It's not a post about a spider or Bacon.

Last night I headed out with Charity and her friend Elizabeth to the 2 Wheels and Heels ride.

The three of us biked from Charity's house in Lakewood to Redstone. We wanted to get a few extra miles in...or we just wanted to ride bikes on a BEAUTIFUL night in Cleveland.

I wish I could say this photo is blurry because I am protecting the person's identity but really it's because I was riding my bike and I don't have the steadiest of hands. I named the girl in the white a "Menace to Society" because 30 seconds in to the ride she cut me off. A few more times she wasn't paying attention and cut us off again. She also almost took Charity out on the Lorain Carnegie Bridge. Menace!

Hey look it's another blurry photo.

We rode across the Detroit Superior bridge. And while I am afraid of heights, this bridge wasn't so bad. How I wish this photo was clear.

So many ladies on bikes. Everyone wanted to know what we were riding for. It really, really confused them when we yelled back.."FOR FUN!!!" I guess a group of women can't ride their bikes around downtown without people thinking it's for some cause. I guess it was for a cause...the FUN FOUNDATION!

I wore appropriate jewelry for the evening.

It was my first time at Joy Machines Bike Shop---I picked up a sweet bell and some lights for my bike.

I even tried on a helmet or two. Charity, I promise I will actually purchase a helmet ASAP.

After the ride, we finished the evening at the ABC Tavern.

And yes, ketchup goes really well with Jack and Ginger!

Ugh, whiskey/bourbon. How I hate you and love you all at the same time.

Last night was so much fun. I am still smiling.

Happy Thursday peeps.

to that great big spider web in the sky

2011-08-30T06:49:00.003-04:00

I am a murderer. A spider killer. It's true. It was Suzanne in the back yard with a can of hairspray and a broom.

Last Friday, I had decided that Bertha had to go. Enough was enough. She was a spider after all, not a beloved cuddly pet like Mr. Bacon. Also, my neighbors weren't psyched about 100's and 100's of babies to be just like her and I can't say that I blame them. Bertha was cool. She was a little bit fascinating. But she was keeping me from my garage when the power was out (which it was out from Wednesday around midnight until Saturday afternoon---MISERABLE) because that door is the only one that can be opened when there is no power. And her web was filled with bugs and looking a hot mess. Oh, and she didn't eat the bugs I most wished she would---MOSQUITOS. That's like getting a cat that doesn't eat mice-what the heck else are they good for?!

I won't get all Dexter on you and give you the graphic details on how I did the deed. Just know it was quick.

RIP Bertha 2011-2011.

Sunday Bacon

2011-08-28T09:15:00.002-04:00

It's been a really weird week (but also kind of fun and that's what makes it even weirder) and I am glad it's over. After a phone conversation on Tuesday night, I wanted to hide under the covers and not come out for a minute. I gave myself a day, and got the fuck over it.

On a happier note, my back room is all but done. They just need to install the carpet and that's already scheduled. It's only been since March that there has been a gaping hole in the ceiling. Now what do I do with the room?!

Bertha update! This one's a big one

2011-08-24T09:44:00.001-04:00

All of you who wanted your own Bertha may actually get the chance because I am gonna be a grandma!

My little girl is all grown up and having kids of her own. I feel so old.

I was told I didn't really give any indication to exactly how big she is...let's just say that sac is larger than a gumball.

Happy Monday

2011-08-22T19:42:00.003-04:00

You know you are going to have a bad day when it starts with you waking up at 4am to take the dog out because he isn't feeling well (I guess we all weren't feeling our best and brightest yesterday), and you step in runny dog poop. In your bare feet.

Lesson learned-first turn on the lights before walking around barefoot.

Happy Monday!

Sunday Bacon

2011-08-21T15:17:00.002-04:00

I have been a bad blogger. It's embarrassing when it's two Sunday Bacon posts in a row.

Monday I hurt my back and had to leave work to do a whole lot of nothing at home. This is when I started Hunger Games. And just like when I read Twilight, I kind of forgot I had a blog. Or that I needed sleep. Or that I had thoughts about anything other than the books.

Then there was also some fun wrapped in to the week---happy hours, birthday party, golfing with the neighbor ladies, block party. The picture above it from the one SINGLE photo I took of the whole block party (and it's of my damn dog...what the hell is wrong with me?!)

Also this week, I got a new pet. Her name is Bertha. She eats lots and lots of flies. I am completely fascinated by her. No joke, I am outside looking at her all up close and personal a few times a day. (I did my internet research and she's a good spider...that why she gets to stay) Neighbors came over to look at her during the block party. She's that freaking cool.

Sunday Bacon

2011-08-14T14:27:00.003-04:00

Bacon wants you to be on the lookout for Biggie.

If you know anyone in the Vermilion area, please tell them to be on the lookout for the little 7 pound wonder that is Biggie. I can't even imagine what Heather and family are going through-my heart goes out to them.

ETA: Biggie has been found! Biggie has been found!!!

I'm addicted to ya babe...You're a hard habit to break

2011-08-11T13:56:00.000-04:00

I tend to be a tad bit obsessive compulsive about things. Everything has a place and everything in its place. But that’s not to say my house is perfectly organized or always tidy. I would just prefer it to be that way. Also, I may or may not coordinate my pen at work to what I am wearing…or maybe it’s not matching but a complimentary color. Yes, I am anal like that. Does this make me crazy? Not so much. I don’t need to check to make sure my door is locked six times before I can leave the house and I don’t have to wash my hands three times before I leave the bathroom or anything like that. I mentioned before that I have become obsessive about weighing myself. Back story: back in April I joined Weight Watchers and I have lost 27.6 pounds since then. Yes, those decimal points are important to me at this point. No, I don’t go to meetings, I do all my tracking online. (I report my weekly weight loss to a few friends who lovingly check in with me. I am not accountable to them, they just check in.) I weigh myself at home “officially” every Tuesday morning. Unofficially, I weigh myself like 30 times a day. OK, maybe it’s more like 20 but that really consists of 4 or 5 or 6 different weigh-ins a day stepping on and off at least 3 times every time (I just want to make sure it doesn’t change). Yes, I know this makes me crazy-it’s a slippery slope to counting my steps, checking to make sure every label in the pantry is going the same way, washing my hands every 10 min and wiping down the sink before I use it. Yes, I know I am not supposed to do this. Yes, I know your weigh fluctuates throughout the day. Yes, I know all these things. What I also know, due to this obsession, is exactly how much my weight fluctuates in a day. I know what I should be at weight wise first thing in the morning, after a workout, after work, and before bed and possibly a few other times during the day. I know what my workout clothes weigh. I know how much I sweat during a workout. And, I know how much a good poop weighs. What?! TMI? Don’t tell me you have never stepped on the scale and after a good quality poop gotten back on that scale to see how much less you weigh now. I know you are lying.

image found here.

I'm slick like Rick.

2011-08-09T09:55:00.002-04:00

This past weekend, I ran in the corporate challenge for some other company other than my own. And I was hella hungover. After a great night of food and lots of wine at Gatherings Kitchen and then some beers with the neighbor boys, I work up early to go run a mile in the heat and humidity. (Now, I have NO idea why anyone would actually pick me to run on their team, with a 10 min mile and all. They must have been desperate. Whatever...my 10 min mile became an 8:40 or something along those lines on Saturday. But that's not the point of this story.) What I wasn't prepared with was water. Luckily I saw a guy that I know who was carrying a nice full water bottle. So I asked him for some water...he, reluctantly (jerk), gave me his water bottle. Where I proceeded to take a GIANT gulp and then at that very second tried to inhale at the same time. Yeah, that didn't work so well. I proceeded to choke, throw up, and shoot water out of my nose all at the same time. In front of this boy. Who it cute. After that display of awesome, I just walked away. I mean, how do you recover from just throwing and shooting water our your nose?! If he wasn't impressed by me before, he totally should be now. Well that and my under 9 min mile.

image from google.

Sunday Bacon

2011-08-07T21:41:00.000-04:00

Not sure why he's so emo this weekend. You would think the endless supply of dog treats and cuddles would be enough for him. Maybe he's just mad that the days are getting shorter--when really he should be excited for fall clothes. The change of season means a fall collar/harness combo for him. It also means he is forced to wear his Browns jersey again. Sorry Bacon Bit.

more Austin. yeah, baby!

2011-08-03T08:40:00.000-04:00

You know what you don't see in my yard in Cleveland. This:

Not sure what that is? Well here's another angle for you.

Still not sure? Well it's part of the head and spinal cord of a small deer that my aunt and uncle found in their yard. Yes, like in the middle of the grass. Now the rattle snake on the deck that bit my uncle a year or two ago might have been enough to scare the shit out of me but now random deer parts in the grass. Oh hell no! I am too much a city girl to deal with deer parts. Hell, I have to call the neighbors over to help me move dead birds out of my yard. This was not the first deer part they found in the yard either-a couple of days before this showed up there was another skull and a part of a leg with the fur and hoof still on it. Their dog, Mojo, found himself a real treat and was chewing on it. They have a lot of coyotes in their neighborhood, that's where the pieces and parts are coming from. Ick!

I guess it's a small price to pay for this:

Thankfully, I'll just visit once a year and I'll let them deal with the deer parts.

Getting my fatty on

2011-08-02T10:27:00.000-04:00

Austin has some amazing food. I thought Cleveland was kind of awesome but in all reality, it doesn't hold a candle to the food scene going on in Austin. Yes, Cleveland has some great spots. But Austin is a food lovers paradise. There are some amazing restaurants all over the city and there are food trucks all over the place-random ones on busy streets, mini little trailer parks of food trucks, and some hidden gems tucked away where only people in the know (or with the Eat St app) would be able to find them.

Saturday night, we had amazing dinner at Barley Swine, where the manager is from Ohio (Warren to be exact, north east Ohio represent). While finishing up our dinner he chatted with us about the restaurant and stuff and we chatted about food bloggers in Austin vs. food bloggers in Cleveland (let's just say food bloggers in Austin aren't able to throw their "weight" around to get in and get a table any faster and surely aren't getting any freebies from Barley Swine. Also, I didn't see a single person taking photos of their meal anywhere--odd.)

Anyway, after an amazing dinner, we headed over to Gourdough's. It's a donut food truck. RIGHT?!

Heaven. On. Wheels.

As we were leaving at 1am (1am?!), we heard them tell a girl ordering that it was going to be a 45 min wait for their donuts. This place is the like food trailer equivalent of Melt.

Here are the donuts we tried:

Flying Pig---bacon with maple syrup icing.

Oddly enough, this isn't the one I got. Look at all that bacon!

Funky Monkey-grilled banana with cream cheese icing and brown sugar.

(My aunt couldn't wait until I took the photo to dig in. She ate half the bananas before I had a chance to snap a photo)

Sara's Joy-coconut flavored filling with fresh coconut and fudge icing.

This is the one I got. It was amazeballs. So not good for you but so delicious. I didn't even attempt to count the WW points on this one. I kind of chalked Saturday up to a free for all eating day and this was sooooooo worth it.

I tried Hey Cupcake! earlier in the day (I said it was a free for all) and it didn't hold a candle to the donuts from Gourdough's. If you find yourself in Austin, and you aren't a diabetic, please make your way over to Gourdough's and try one of their donuts. You blood sugar won't thank you, but your belly will.

There are so many other places I tried but this one deserved it's own post.

movin' right along

2011-08-02T09:01:00.000-04:00

While I was away, my neighbor sent me a message that she didn't know people would be working on my house while I was gone. Oops! I thought I told her but I think I told the other neighbors and maybe her husband. Well, she marched right up to them and demanded to know who they were and make sure they weren't cleaning out all of my worldly possessions. One of the workers said she had some real balls. Side note, I love my neighbors.

But this is what I came home to.

Yay, progress!

See all that new wood?! yeah. There might have been some rotted wood up there. And some missing supports, but that's all fixed now-feel free to hang out on the deck upstairs without falling through to this room. I guess I was also housing a LARGE colony of carpenter ants but they are all gone now too. I have the house all to myself this morning and I have the sudden urge to belt out All By Myself (don't wanna be all by myself).

It's only taken since March to get this show on the road.

Sunday Bacon

2011-07-31T19:27:00.000-04:00

Mr. Bacon is staying with grandma while I am away.

The day before I left, we had lots and lots of cuddle time.

I miss my nugget.

But this little lady, kept me company.

I need a life that needs these shoes

2011-07-30T19:18:00.000-04:00

From Ann Taylor, of all places--totally random and pretty edgy for Miss Ann.

I had to try them on. And I am wearing workout clothes with them. Totally perfect choice to go with these.

I love the shoes but where in the world would I wear them?!

a pool is a terrible thing to waste

2011-07-29T19:14:00.001-04:00

I took one of these (two actually)

to get to this

Now, I am happy. And hot. It's over 100 degrees here in Austin.

Sunday Bacon

2011-07-24T19:38:00.002-04:00

He must know I am going on vacation this week because he wants to spend every minute with me.

Even though he can be such a little shit, I love this man.

Here's to a 2 day work week, the NKOTBSB concert, and AUSTIN!

Reason #8,346,892 why I shouldn't be able to use technology when I have been drinking

2011-07-22T07:27:00.001-04:00

Before drinking is questionable. After drinking is down right irresponsible.

For example, Wednesday, I saw my friend post a picture next to a Christmas Ale sign. So I happily invited myself to join him and his wife for a Christmas Crack or two. Two was all I needed to do damage. My Facebook update read "Mmmmm...Christmas Ale. Next up, bad decisions." So true, so true. They could have been worse but in this case those bad decisions involved Facebook stalking and Facebook emailing. And just in case you didn't know, NO! You cannot recall an unread Facebook email.

Did I email that gentleman I flirt with sometimes via text? Nope.
Did I email that ex man friend who I thought had a girlfriend but now I am not so sure does after a few late night IM's from him? Well, maybe, but that's not who I am talking about here.

Did I friend request a boy I was in love with back in the day? Nope, not this time.

No, I emailed a guy who I thought was the guy who used to work at a gas station I used to stop at back in 1993. Yeah, a guy from a gas station 18 years ago!!! I won't get in to the details about how we have mutual friends, that I didn't know were mutual friends, and his name showed up on the people you may know thing so I really didn't go searching for him. But that revelation doesn't make this story any better. I still emailed a guy from a gas station that used to sell me cigarettes when I was underage.

And the icing on the cake, having a Christmas crack hangover on a 90+ degree day and getting an email back from the gas station attendant.

What's next?! Drunken Facebooking my 7th grade teacher? I think I saw their name online recently.

image found here.

pure and simple every time

2011-07-21T07:01:00.000-04:00

Super extra bonus points if you recognized the title of this post is from a song. If you didn't get the extra credit, do you remember the band The Lightning Seeds? And the song Pure? There, I gave you the answer.

So I showed you a ridiculous up close, unflattering photo of my face--clearly not my finest moment. I have always had blackheads, and oily skin, and large pores, and rosacea. The rosacea is a problem that has really reared it's head in the last few years and I have to use a prescription cream for it and combine it with my skin becoming sensitive, I needed to change up my cleaner. I have tried every cleanser under the sun from drugstore to department--I found Aveeno to be my best friend until I found cleansing oil. I have realized the best way to fight oil is with oil-currently it's Philosophy Purity Made Simple Mineral Oil-Free Cleaning Oil. My skin situation has seriously improved with the addition of this little baby to the routine. A little goes a long way and my skin is happier for it.

I have paid for this product, will continue to pay for this product. I just love it a lot and wanted to shout about it.

hello, my name is Suzanne and I am addicted to Pinterest.

2011-07-20T18:32:00.000-04:00

There is no easy way to say this other than I am addicted to Pinterest. When I am bored and not obsessively checking facebook or twitter (or weighing myself--seriously no joke, this is getting in to problem territory but that's a post for another day), I am most likely repinning stuff on Pinterest. I get very annoyed when the iphone app isn't working because then what am I supposed to do with my time. So please be my friend, give me something to look at, feed my addiction....and follow my boards.

It's a Veggie U lovefest up in here

2011-07-18T11:16:00.001-04:00

Usually, I am fussing about something or someone who has irritated me. Today is not going to be one of those days. Today is going to be a warm mushy love fest of sunshine and rainbows and kittens (OK not kittens, but really adorable puppies).

This past weekend, me and 14 other Clevelanders (mostly bloggers and a few significant others) took a van otherwise known as Jeff's Sexy Veggie Van out to Milan, OH for the Veggie U Food and Wine Celebration. This was my first time attending and hopefully it won't be my last. It was a great night full of great people, great food, great fun, and some not so great singing along to the radio. (I like Hootie and the Blowfish and I am not ashamed to admit it---I only wanna be with you, oh) All in all, one of my favorite nights in Cleveland or with fellow Clevelanders. Seriously folks, the food was amazing-and I will leave it up to other bloggers to tell you about the food and the event in more detail. I didn't even get to try everything and I was stuffed and happy. It was hot as all get out and while I may have started out looking cute, I ended the night looking a little worse for wear with dirty feet, frizzy hair, and a sweaty face but I could have cared less because I had an amazing time. One that you couldn't have planned or wished for anything more (except maybe to have fallen in love with a short, balding yet hairy, chef who would cook me delicious food and adore me forever but to wish for that on top of everything else would have just been greedy).

And I possibly might have started or finished or somethinged a turf war with Bridget over the misters near the entrance. No night is complete until there is a turf war.

Now a few years ago I would not have known these people let alone gotten in a van (a van with a possibly questionable tire) with them. But thanks to the internet and the amazing group of Cleveland bloggers and a few people who decided that we needed to "network" or meet in person, I now consider these people my friends. I know I am not alone in my gushing love for these bloggers...Katrina agrees with me (and from the retweet, so does Michelle)

I want to thank Farmer Lee Jones, Michelle V, Scott Kuhn of Washington Place Bistro for an amazing opportunity. *We were given tickets to the Veggie U celebration at an event hosted by Washington Place Bistro and Michelle V.

Farmer Lee Jones and Ruth Reichl

Just some fan girls and Ruth Reichl

Words cannot fully express how much fun I had and how grateful I am to have these people as my friends. I am thankful for every opportunity I have been given as a result of this little blog. The internet can be a beautiful place.

Now someone needs to do something and piss me off, there is a little too much love up in here.

Sunday Bacon

2011-07-17T20:05:00.000-04:00

I seriously love this nugget!

We had both had a rough day and crashed out on the couch.

I love puppy snuggles.

holy face!

2011-07-17T08:03:00.001-04:00

I know that you are thinking, I'm dead sexy!

This is absolutely the most flattering photo once could take of themselves---no makeup, end of the day, super close up face shot. And no, I didn't get in a fight. I got bit by mosquitos. Those two GLOWING red bumps on my face (the one making it look like I have a dip in is my favorite of the two. I named them Sid and Nancy) are GIANT MOSQUITO BITES-after Benadryl too. How awesome is this?

This happens every time I get bit but I don't remember ever getting bit on my face before so luckily for you, I felt the need to share with the interwebs.

Happy Giant Face Sunday to you!

Wednesday Bacon

2011-07-13T19:07:00.001-04:00

Someone isn't too happy with me.

I think I am getting the stink eye and pouty face for bringing the neighbor's dog over so it wasn't alone while they are on vacation. Or he could be mad because I left him home alone last night while I went out and had some fun with some fellow bloggers. Or could he be as annoyed as I am but the rattling air vent? Maybe he's mad that since getting home today, I have neglected him while watching Secretariat (which if you haven't watched this, do it! It's such a great movie).

Or maybe it's all of the above.

symptoms include mistaking legging for pants

2011-07-08T06:42:00.000-04:00

If left untreated Uggs can spread...

I am not a candidate for this vaccine as I have already contracted Ugg Syndrome but I don't another woman to suffer if she doesn't need to.

Happy Friday.

I am a girl on a mission

2011-07-05T20:16:00.000-04:00

And apparently, I want to kick my own ass.

I have my eye on a prize and I guess I have a take no prisoners approach. I just completed my first part of my goal aka Operation Frye Campus 14L in saddle. You see, I really want a pair of Frye boots, boots like the ones my mom had in the 70's. A pair like the ones I have photos of me wearing from the 70's but instead of them being knee high, they are hip high due to the fact I was 3 when the photos were taken. (I might be old but I am not that old.) The problem is, I have giant fatty calves. Fatty boombalaty calves (they kind of go along with my amazing muffin top and breasts the size of toddler's heads). So in order for me to purchase and then actually wear said boots, I need to lose some meat in the lower leg area. And in order for this to happen, I actually need to lose weight all over. You can't carry an oil barrel on twigs now, can you? So I broke Operation Fry Campus 14L in to a three part series. Part one has just been completed/accomplished. Part two started today. And to help me with Part 2, I decided that 5 days a week of working out wasn't enough. Nope, I needed Jillian's help. And holy crapola, this workout is no joke. 20 minutes of intense pain and sweating--and I work out.

Please someone tell me it gets easier, right? Right?!

ugh, is it Tuesday already?

2011-07-05T06:51:00.000-04:00

The long weekend is over. Summer is half over (OK, not technically but everyone knows that the 4th of July is like the halfway point of the summer). Half of my office is off today too. I still have no idea why I worked Friday or scheduled myself for today. I am just going to be stuck doing other people's work. WAAAAAAAHHHHHH. I don't want to go. Don't make me.

image found here.

Sunday Bacon

2011-07-03T08:39:00.000-04:00

Bacon is like a fish----eyes on the side of his head. Sometimes I wonder how he sees the world.

I need a hobby.

these kind of make me want to mail my bills instead of paying them online

2011-07-01T12:33:00.002-04:00

It's not a secret that I am a nerd-I like nerdy things like boys with glasses and midcentury modern design and reading and shit. These stamps are pretty freakin' cool. If you're a nerd like me, you are running right out to get these.

Buy them here, I already did.

oh, Justin

2011-06-30T17:32:00.000-04:00

Justin, Justin, Justin...I have been saying for a while now that JT needs to make more music so he can go on tour again. So I can see him in concert. I went the last time when he was in Cleveland-Pink opened for him and the concert was pretty amazing. And I am pretty sure the guy of any girl that went to that show got lucky that night. So yeah Justin, make some more music.

image from here.

Sunday Bacon

2011-06-26T11:27:00.000-04:00

my little one trick pony

Bacon is showing off his one and only trick.

Unless you count being able to jump higher than waist level a trick, I just call it kind of annoying. My neighbor, Johnny, calls it painful. (My waist level is Johnny's below the belt level. Are you picking up what I am laying down? For all you slow kids out there, I am talking about balls.)

delay of game

2011-06-23T17:49:00.000-04:00

Remember months ago I might have mentioned my roof was leaking. Well since March my backroom has looked like this:

A really awesome design element if I do say so myself.

Totally goes with the look I am trying to achieve in the house.

So FINALLY today, work on the roof started.

And then stopped.

Rain delay.

Looks like those railings are in great shape and totally doing their job.

Don't fall!

I am actually so excited for the work to start on this roof that I want to pee a little bit.

Now you can tell any single boys you know that a new roof really gets me hot.

Sunday Bacon

2011-06-19T08:46:00.000-04:00

Sometimes he so cute, I just want to make out with him.

But that's not OK.

So instead I post photos of him on the internet so other people want to make out with him too--then I am not alone.

are you crav'ing some vodka?

2011-06-14T12:36:00.000-04:00

A couple of weeks ago, I was invited along with some other local peeps to check out a new vodka from Cleveland boy, Thomas Rini, at Pier W. It was a nice night and the vodka was tasty.

The evening started with Tom telling us a little bit about himself, his ties to Cleveland, and his unique vodka. It's unique because instead of being distilled multiple times, Crav is only distilled once in a four column distillation process. (Who knew the night was going to include a little science?!)

But what really mattered is how did it taste?!

There must be something in the 4 column distillation process because this vodka was smooth. Like could drink it straight if I wanted to. And we did. All in the name of educating ourselves, of course.

After trying it straight, I tried the Raspberry Lime Crav Sensation. This was a fresh lemonade, lime juice, raspberry with a sprig of mint bundle of joy. They were delish and could make for a dangerous night because the vodka is so smooth, you hardly even notice it.

And in the name of educating myself again, I tried the Craving Ginger Rogers. I couldn't just take everyone else's word on how good this was, I had to try it for myself. The Ginger Rogers was made up of Crav vodka, ginger and orange blossom infused syrup, and a twist of time. (but after a few rounds the twist became a wedge and then was left out all together which was a bit sad because look how pretty the twist looked)

Crav just became available in the last couple of weeks and you can find it at a bunch of places around town: Bier Market, Blind Pig, Fahrenheit, Happy Dog, Lolita, Market, Southside, The Garage Bar among others.

And let's just take a minute to enjoy the view from just outside of Pier W.

Just felt a little bit like Barbara Walters there for a second....

Thanks to Tom Rini, Pier W, and Crav spirits for hosting this event of complimentary tastings and small plates.