meow, meow

Let's just get something out of the way right away - throwing an animal isn't cool, Kenley. I loved your designs until you got cocky toward the end of your Project Runway time. I love a confident girl, don't get me wrong, but I despise when reality people start yelling at the judges.



I love cats. I once owned one named Captain Jack of Octopussy, but when I moved in wit the BF, I had to send him into retirement with my parents. He was such a cute little guy. He followed me around and I even taught him to fetch...tampons. He liked the plastic crinkling noise, so if you threw one, he was chasing after it.

In college, Captain Jack and his partner in crime, Hobbes, provided my 7 roommates and me with a ton of excitement and free comedy. The cats would try to escape on a weekly basis from our house and even climbed out on the third story through a hole in the screen. We only noticed after we had locked the house and were getting in the car. They tried running out the front door and even would disappear into the scariest basement you've ever seen in your life. Needless to say, they survived but now both cats live with our parents. (Notice a pattern?)

Anyway, if you are in a fight with your significant other, try not to launch a cat at the other person because PETA will be at your ass faster than you can say pussycat. Although, maybe she'll partner with Hello Kitty and design a line of cat clothing to make up for it.

Sidenote: If she would've in fact married the ex-fiance who she threw the cat at, her name would've been Kenley Penley. Maybe that's why she tossed the cat at him, I wouldn't want my names to rhyme either.

slumdog schlumdog

I finally watched the movie to supposedly end all movies - Slumdog Millionaire. I've wanted to see this movie ever since people started rumbling about it months ago. It's set where? It's based on what? Is it a musical?

Then, when the Golden Globes and Oscars came along, I decided I would just wait to rent in on DVD.

When people would ask me, "have you seen Slumdog Millionaire yet? It's amazing. You hhhhhavvvveee to see it."

Me: No, I think I'm going to wait for it to come on DVD. There's a lot of movies I want to see at this point.
Those people: Youuuuuuuu haven't seen Slumdog yet? Are you serious? What are you waiting for? You hhhavvveee to see it.
Me: Duh, it to come out on DVD.

Ok, here's my best review - are you ready? Don't shoot me for my opinion. I loved the scenery and the cinematography as the little kids were rushing through the slums running from the guards at the beginning. It was extremely eye-opening and heart wrenching the way kids can and do survive in India. It was touching and the story line was cute but I don't know if it necessarily qualified as best picture of year. Having only seen two of the other films, I don't think I can make a qualified yet completely unqualified decision. I don't know what I will watch it again - I might when it comes on HBO and I can catch it halfway in like I do with so many other movies, but I wasn't blown away by it like I expected.

Maybe the hype got the best of me?

Friday Fodder

So Cleveland's weather might be a little iffy in April, but it held up last night for a great tour on E.4th for me and some friends. I started out at Corner Alley for a work function, then headed over to The GreenHouse Tavern for the Facebook Funkadelic party.


(check out the flickr page for more photos)

If it's on your radar of places, you won't be disappointed at all. (Hell, that whole alley is the cutest place to hang out in the spring and summer.) I tried a few appetizers like the radish, french fries and a few more they were passing around. They have custom wine glasses with their logo on them, too. I was really impressed with the layout and decor. It's pretty much unlike any other restaurant in the Cleveland area. It's a very clean palette of colors with dark wood features, a cement bar and what I kept calling bicycle lamps hanging from the ceiling. (There's also a huge story the green certification but check out the site for more of their story.) The place was packed from 7 p.m with a live band and there weren't any signs of it slowing down either.

Next we ventured over to La Strada for a glass of wine and another appetizer, where we finally called it a night. It was an overall great night out and who even needs the weekend when you can pretend you are in college and make Thursday night the night to go out.

If you live downtown, I'm jealous because there are some very cool places to hang out, and you are only a hop, skip and jump away from your home.

Can you hear me now?

After much thought and self evaluation, I've come to a major conclusion: I am loud.

Nothing I seem to do is ever quiet.

I talk loud. I sneeze loud. I blow my nose extremely loud. I type loud. I answer the phone loud. I even walk loud. I put my heels down first then my toes which makes this pounding noise when you run upstairs and makes a loud clicking noise in heels. (My mom does the same thing so it must be genetic.)

I even manage to put things away loudly. Every morning, when I'm trying really hard to be quiet and not wake the BF up, I seem to knock something over. EVERYTIME.

If I'm putting away the tooth paste, I accidentally hit the deodorant which falls, knocking over my face lotion that creates this domino effect of noise in my cabinet. It's even worse when you accidentally cause this domino effect and it sends your new perfume flying and crashing onto the bathroom floor.

Glass + falling fast + tile floor don't mix well. At all.

WTF! How is that possible? Or, I open the bathroom door which is so close to the flat iron cord, pulling it off the counter because the cord gets stuck on the door stopper and it sends the flat iron crashing onto the tile floor. (If you want to purchase one more often, keep doing this because pretty soon the paddles will come out. Chi loves my clumsiness.)

I'm a klutz or as the BF says, a bull in a china shop. He sometimes lovingly refers to me as Sammy the bull.

schick says mow your lawn

And not the one outside in your yard either.

How clever!?! Calling the "lawn" your female hair down under? Oh.My.God. You know a man came up with that stellar idea.

How drunk was the jingle guy? I guarantee it was probably a group of men, drinking late one night who came up with this amazing idea of how to relate razors to mowing grass but secretly talking about shaving your lady parts.

A show of hands please... who has waxed their area into a heart? Maybe a symbol of some type? Anyone colored it? (Way back when, I remember reading articles, probably in Cosmopolitan, about coloring your hair red or pink.)

Lastly, I can think of a lot of other favorite things to do, and it's definitely not shaving my V either.




Although, I'm still humming the jingle and played it for several people. Every person said, "A man came up with that."

Friday Fodder

No freaking way!

True story.


Woman divorces husband for cleaning too much
BERLIN (Reuters) – A German woman has divorced her husband because she was fed up with him cleaning all the time.

German media reported the wife got through 15 years of marriage putting up with the man's penchant for doing household chores, tidying up and rearranging the furniture.

But she ran out of patience when he knocked down and rebuilt a wall at their home when it got dirty, Christian Kropp, court judge in the central town of Sondershausen, said on Thursday.

"I'd never had anyone seek a divorce for this," he said.

Spit in private

I'm not usually grossed out by many things. The typical gross things don't really gross me out like blood, vomit or dog poop. My stomach doesn't easily turn for some reason. However, it will turn in a quick second when I see public spitting. I don't know what it is but I get instantly grossed out to the point where I might vomit.

It's one my biggest pet peeves and in public is even worse. I find spitting to be incredibly gross, unrefined and disgusting. Blah, eww, (this is me making gross faces.)

If you are running and need to spit, I can understand that because chances are most people aren't paying attention to you because they are driving. Or, if you are pretty much by yourself, I can maybbbbbeee see how you think you could spit in private. However, don't spit in public. Just don't.

The BF says he has an over production of saliva so he needs to spit occasionally. In front of me and in public.

Newsflash: No you don't!

Let's just say it doesn't EVER go over well with me. I immediately roll my eyes and point out how gross it is and feel nauseous. It's not even a powerful spat either. It's a wimpy one that I would describe as "dripping from his mouth." It's gross, stop doing it!

If you need to spit occasionally, you'll need to avoid doing it in front of me. For instance, we were leaving Bar Louie in Legacy and he spit on the pretty cobblestone. Seriously? You just spat in front of me AND like a hill billy in Legacy Village?

Ewww. Gross. Here's hoping my posting will cure you of your nasty habit.

What's your pet peeve?