Since Wii has been released, the BF has wanted to buy one. I really thought we would get one this Christmas because he bought one for his cousins, but we didn't end up buying one after all.
He still has his PS2 that is hooked up to the non-HD TV in the bedroom. Every now and then, he will rent a video game and play it nonstop for two weeks straight. He loses interest and then stops playing.
Well, he found some new Tiger Woods game and has been playing it for the last week. It's a pretty funny sight because I'm sitting in bed reading and he's playing along as Tiger Woods. (I do have a picture and some funny video clips, but he won't let me post them because he's not wearing a shirt. I'll have to catch him when he's not looking again. It's priceless commentary!)
Anyway, you can change your player to look like you and he's convinced it does.
BF: Allison, Don't you think he looks like me? (pointing to the TV screen)
Me: Looking away from my book, "Um, no not really."
BF: Flabbergasted by my reaction, "WHATTTT?"
Me: "BF, it's an avatar. It doesn't really look like you."
BF: "But I gave him a hat and his hair kinda looks like mine."
Me: Amusing him for the last time, "Nope. Sorry. I still don't see the resemblance."
The other night he won the tournament and bought his avatar new Converse shoes and an outfit. He said he wanted to wake me up to celebrate his faux winnings. I'm glad he didn't because I would've killed the kid. Waking up your girlfriend because you won a PS2 tournament? Not worthy of a wake up.
The BF also does this bob and weave dance when he's playing, especially if the music comes up. He even makes up words to the songs sometimes. Like if I ask him a question, he'll sing his answer along with the music.
My next task is to catch him on tape with a shirt on. Although the video may be littered with a few F-bombs because when his avatar misses a put, you better believe there are F-bombs flying all over the place.
Who knew a video game could do all that?
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Hometown in the summer
When I first set off to college, I absolutely loathed my hometown. I had been there for years, wanted a change and finally had that when I went to the grand Kent State University.
It's funny how things swap now because I don't mind it anymore. I used to go home to hang out with my friend who were home for their breaks, especially if they were on quarters versus semesters like I was. Now, when I go back home, I go to hang out my parents and family that lives there because very few of my friends call Amherst home anymore.
Well, for some odd reason I convinced myself that heading home on Saturday night to the Jamboree was this glorious idea.
To my cousins last weekend: Do you guys want to meet us at the Jamboree next weekend?Cousins, spitting out their beers: Hell no! Are you kidding! Why are you dragging the BF to that?
Me, annoyed by their reaction: Because I want a funnel cake and a few of my friends will be there.
My cousins didn't join us (losers) but my parents came, and a few friends I haven't seen in awhile. However, the jamboree isn't quite the fun experience that I fondly remember as a kid and highschooler.
For starters, they moved it to a parking lot two streets over versus the street they used to shut down and have it on. Strike number one.
The funnel cake definitely wasn't as good as I remember. Strike number two.
I can't really think of a strike three because I wasn't there long enough.
Enjoying a funnel cake with my southern friend Laura
My friends and I tolerated enough time to eat a funnel cake and foot long corn dog (something's just wrong with that) and we headed over to the bar where it is always one big high school reunion.
At the bar:
-I danced to the beat of my own drum.
-I danced to that shuffle song in all the wrong directions, garnering some evil looks from girls trying to dance all sexy.
-Watched this girl beat it to Billie Jean. (I was this close to trying to have a dance off with her, but ended up just staring at her moonwalking in flip flops.)
-Almost had to throw down with a girl who picked up my sunglasses I left on the table then ran back into the bar to retrieve.
Parents enjoying the night out
Of course my bra is blazing through my tank top with Laura and Danielle
We all had a great time catching up, dancing around the bar and seeing some people we haven't seen in years. And, my friend's boyfriend also told me if I was black, I would be Keri Hilson. Not once, but several times throughout the night and I guess every time her song comes on, he tells my friend that "If Allison was black..." I'm definitely a fan of her music and still notice absolutely no resemblance. He still thinks otherwise.
It's funny how things swap now because I don't mind it anymore. I used to go home to hang out with my friend who were home for their breaks, especially if they were on quarters versus semesters like I was. Now, when I go back home, I go to hang out my parents and family that lives there because very few of my friends call Amherst home anymore.
Well, for some odd reason I convinced myself that heading home on Saturday night to the Jamboree was this glorious idea.
To my cousins last weekend: Do you guys want to meet us at the Jamboree next weekend?Cousins, spitting out their beers: Hell no! Are you kidding! Why are you dragging the BF to that?
Me, annoyed by their reaction: Because I want a funnel cake and a few of my friends will be there.
My cousins didn't join us (losers) but my parents came, and a few friends I haven't seen in awhile. However, the jamboree isn't quite the fun experience that I fondly remember as a kid and highschooler.
For starters, they moved it to a parking lot two streets over versus the street they used to shut down and have it on. Strike number one.
The funnel cake definitely wasn't as good as I remember. Strike number two.
I can't really think of a strike three because I wasn't there long enough.
Enjoying a funnel cake with my southern friend Laura
My friends and I tolerated enough time to eat a funnel cake and foot long corn dog (something's just wrong with that) and we headed over to the bar where it is always one big high school reunion.
At the bar:
-I danced to the beat of my own drum.
-I danced to that shuffle song in all the wrong directions, garnering some evil looks from girls trying to dance all sexy.
-Watched this girl beat it to Billie Jean. (I was this close to trying to have a dance off with her, but ended up just staring at her moonwalking in flip flops.)
-Almost had to throw down with a girl who picked up my sunglasses I left on the table then ran back into the bar to retrieve.
Parents enjoying the night out
Of course my bra is blazing through my tank top with Laura and Danielle
We all had a great time catching up, dancing around the bar and seeing some people we haven't seen in years. And, my friend's boyfriend also told me if I was black, I would be Keri Hilson. Not once, but several times throughout the night and I guess every time her song comes on, he tells my friend that "If Allison was black..." I'm definitely a fan of her music and still notice absolutely no resemblance. He still thinks otherwise.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
if the jeans fit...
Do you want to know what rocks?
Receiving a package you weren't planning on receiving. Just like a surprise card or birthday party - they rock and tends to make the rest of your day.
Today, like any other day, I received an e-mail saying I have a package at the front desk. What I thought would be just some extra large envelope turned out to be a kick ass surprise.
Remember when I wrote about meeting Justine, my fashion fairy god mother, and shopping at Gap?
Well, we met, we shopped, chatted and I had a sweet dress to wear to my friend's wedding two weeks ago. I also was teased with the idea that I could become one of 50 Gap enthusiasts across the U.S. I never thought that I would actually be chosen but I was! So, friends, keep your eyes peeled for an invite- we are going to have a Gap party. We will drink, dance to music and try on a few pairs of jeans.
See? I'm not lying. I really was selected!
When I started this little blog almost two years ago, I didn't know who the hell would read it. Would I be interesting? Would people even comment? Would they return even if I used the F-word one too many times? How do I explain a blog to my parents?
Through this little blog, I've met some fantastic Clevelanders that I otherwise would've never been introduced to. Take Alexa for example - who knew one ticket to Sex & the City would make us instant friends. Or Narm who I make a point to call or stop by his office to kindly tell him to stop hating on girls and our messed up minds. Or I would greeted with a hug at the Greenhouse Tavern when Chef's Widow is the hostess with the mostess for the night.
See.. now don't you want to move to Cleveland? If not for the sweet bloggers, maybe Shaq and LeBron, right?
Receiving a package you weren't planning on receiving. Just like a surprise card or birthday party - they rock and tends to make the rest of your day.
Today, like any other day, I received an e-mail saying I have a package at the front desk. What I thought would be just some extra large envelope turned out to be a kick ass surprise.
Remember when I wrote about meeting Justine, my fashion fairy god mother, and shopping at Gap?
Well, we met, we shopped, chatted and I had a sweet dress to wear to my friend's wedding two weeks ago. I also was teased with the idea that I could become one of 50 Gap enthusiasts across the U.S. I never thought that I would actually be chosen but I was! So, friends, keep your eyes peeled for an invite- we are going to have a Gap party. We will drink, dance to music and try on a few pairs of jeans.
See? I'm not lying. I really was selected!
When I started this little blog almost two years ago, I didn't know who the hell would read it. Would I be interesting? Would people even comment? Would they return even if I used the F-word one too many times? How do I explain a blog to my parents?
Through this little blog, I've met some fantastic Clevelanders that I otherwise would've never been introduced to. Take Alexa for example - who knew one ticket to Sex & the City would make us instant friends. Or Narm who I make a point to call or stop by his office to kindly tell him to stop hating on girls and our messed up minds. Or I would greeted with a hug at the Greenhouse Tavern when Chef's Widow is the hostess with the mostess for the night.
See.. now don't you want to move to Cleveland? If not for the sweet bloggers, maybe Shaq and LeBron, right?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
a little ink here, a little ink there
Periodically, I get the itch to get a tattoo. It comes and goes quite often. A little ink here, a little ink there....
Here's how it starts:
1) It's warm outside.
2) It's time to show more skin.
3) I think I need to get in better shape before I show that much skin.
4) I start to see other people's tattoos.
5) Then I see pictures of celebrities and their tats.
6) Then I see a picture of Victoria Beckham and her back of the neck of the tattoo.
Isn't it lovely?
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I'm also liking the tats on the side of my ribs too. You can cover it up all the time and only see it when I'm in the nude or in a bathing suit.
the extremely overrated Megan Fox
or this version on Hayden
How about the back of the neck?
Or, I could opt for the real new tramp stamp and that would be the wrist
Like the back of back of the neck idea but I have short hair and probably wouldn't grow it long enough to hide it. Actually, there's no chance my hair will ever get past my shoulders unless it's a weave. But, I can't not only decide on the location but I also can't figure out what I would get. And, at the point, I lose interest until the next spring when the weather gets nicer out.
Maybe I'll get the BF's name in braille....
What tattoo did you just get or would like to get done?
Here's how it starts:
1) It's warm outside.
2) It's time to show more skin.
3) I think I need to get in better shape before I show that much skin.
4) I start to see other people's tattoos.
5) Then I see pictures of celebrities and their tats.
6) Then I see a picture of Victoria Beckham and her back of the neck of the tattoo.
Isn't it lovely?
\I'm also liking the tats on the side of my ribs too. You can cover it up all the time and only see it when I'm in the nude or in a bathing suit.
the extremely overrated Megan Fox
or this version on Hayden
How about the back of the neck?
Or, I could opt for the real new tramp stamp and that would be the wrist
Like the back of back of the neck idea but I have short hair and probably wouldn't grow it long enough to hide it. Actually, there's no chance my hair will ever get past my shoulders unless it's a weave. But, I can't not only decide on the location but I also can't figure out what I would get. And, at the point, I lose interest until the next spring when the weather gets nicer out.
Maybe I'll get the BF's name in braille....
What tattoo did you just get or would like to get done?
Monday, July 6, 2009
cookout spree
Let me first say I love this summer so far and not working on Sundays. It's a-m-a-z-i-n-g and I'm having such a blast.
On Thursday, the BF and I celebrated my online friend's (yes, that's how Alexa and I met) birthday with a few of her closest friends. Click here for a full recap complete with pictures of the night. We all had delicious meals courtesy and the Greenhouse Tavern and the most chocolicious cake I've had in awhile, and, quite possibly ever.
With the birthday girl
yuuuummmmmmm
On Friday, the BF and I visited with my parents and brother, finishing off another fantastic meal. We then headed out to Lakewood bars to cause trouble and party with the rest of the west side of Cleveland.
On Saturday (yay for the actual holiday), we attended another cookout with friends. Now, it had all the makings of just a normal cookout - chicken, desserts, wine and beer. It was missing one of the most important elements and that was a fire pit.
My friend Lia to her husband - "Jesse, I told we should've bought a chiminea."
Jesse - "I can go get one now."
Another genius friend - "Don't go buy one, let's just to steal Critty's."
And, that's exactly what we did to roast marshmallows - we "borrowed" our friend's chiminea from his backyard. After we stole it and had a fire going, he showed up and we didn't tell him into a good two hours later.
He kept making references to how "it looked just like his" and "where did you get it at because it looks like mine." The girls (me included) thought it was more funny than the boys did, but we also were drinking a lot more wine and vodka than they were. Yes, we decided to flavor our wine with a little cranberry vodka.
On Thursday, the BF and I celebrated my online friend's (yes, that's how Alexa and I met) birthday with a few of her closest friends. Click here for a full recap complete with pictures of the night. We all had delicious meals courtesy and the Greenhouse Tavern and the most chocolicious cake I've had in awhile, and, quite possibly ever.
With the birthday girl
yuuuummmmmmm
On Friday, the BF and I visited with my parents and brother, finishing off another fantastic meal. We then headed out to Lakewood bars to cause trouble and party with the rest of the west side of Cleveland.
On Saturday (yay for the actual holiday), we attended another cookout with friends. Now, it had all the makings of just a normal cookout - chicken, desserts, wine and beer. It was missing one of the most important elements and that was a fire pit.
My friend Lia to her husband - "Jesse, I told we should've bought a chiminea."
Jesse - "I can go get one now."
Another genius friend - "Don't go buy one, let's just to steal Critty's."
And, that's exactly what we did to roast marshmallows - we "borrowed" our friend's chiminea from his backyard. After we stole it and had a fire going, he showed up and we didn't tell him into a good two hours later.
He kept making references to how "it looked just like his" and "where did you get it at because it looks like mine." The girls (me included) thought it was more funny than the boys did, but we also were drinking a lot more wine and vodka than they were. Yes, we decided to flavor our wine with a little cranberry vodka.
Friday, July 3, 2009
another one bites the dust
Last weekend, we headed east (thanks to the iPhone compass) to Pittsburgh for our friend's wedding - Katie and Morgan.
This is a wedding weekend we've all been excited before because we could tour the city of Pittsburgh in the process. It was one hilarious weekend full of beer, steak, dancing, wine and celebration.
Friday
-We arrived around 3 p.m. to make sure the BF could be on time for the rehearsal at the church.
-My trusty friend Michelle and I headed to grab a martini and catch up.
-The rehearsal dinner was at this beautiful restaurant in Pittsburgh called the Le Mont.
The couple
The bride with her bridal party
The groom and his men
enjoying the meal
Saturday:
-We were all up early with mild hangovers and explored the city, going to the park and getting breakfast
-All the boys were running late
-Most of my friends almost missed the shuttle
-The wedding started at 4, we hopped on the last shuttle at 3:40 and we go there at 3:59.
-Like idiots we walked in the side door and the whole church turns to look as the bridal party is starting down the aisle. We shut the door and run to a door further away, rush into a pew, just as our friend started down the aisle.
-The reception was at Heinz field. Such a beautiful set up.
-While getting drinks, my friend falls and hits the ground, crushing her pinky between the floor and wine glass.
walking around in the park
view from the reception
the couple dancing
doing the sprinkler
Kelly with Michelle and her ice pack after falling very hard and filling out an incident report
one of the only pics we grabbed with the bride
Sunday:
After barely getting up on time to make it to brunch, we all did but with major headaches. Or, maybe that was just me. Anyway, it was a perfect ending to an extremely fun weekend.
This is a wedding weekend we've all been excited before because we could tour the city of Pittsburgh in the process. It was one hilarious weekend full of beer, steak, dancing, wine and celebration.
Friday
-We arrived around 3 p.m. to make sure the BF could be on time for the rehearsal at the church.
-My trusty friend Michelle and I headed to grab a martini and catch up.
-The rehearsal dinner was at this beautiful restaurant in Pittsburgh called the Le Mont.
The couple
The bride with her bridal party
The groom and his men
enjoying the meal
Saturday:
-We were all up early with mild hangovers and explored the city, going to the park and getting breakfast
-All the boys were running late
-Most of my friends almost missed the shuttle
-The wedding started at 4, we hopped on the last shuttle at 3:40 and we go there at 3:59.
-Like idiots we walked in the side door and the whole church turns to look as the bridal party is starting down the aisle. We shut the door and run to a door further away, rush into a pew, just as our friend started down the aisle.
-The reception was at Heinz field. Such a beautiful set up.
-While getting drinks, my friend falls and hits the ground, crushing her pinky between the floor and wine glass.
walking around in the park
view from the reception
the couple dancing
doing the sprinkler
Kelly with Michelle and her ice pack after falling very hard and filling out an incident report
one of the only pics we grabbed with the bride
Sunday:
After barely getting up on time to make it to brunch, we all did but with major headaches. Or, maybe that was just me. Anyway, it was a perfect ending to an extremely fun weekend.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
ball sparkles
Why is it that girls get to have all the fun with scented and sparkly lotions? Metro men should be able to join in on the action.
Enter ball sparkles - it's sparkly decoration for your manhood. JUST what you were looking for!
Make Your Manhood Sparkle - Watch more Funny Videos
P.S. Thanks, Michelle, for making me cringe and laugh out loud all at the same time. This fauxmercial too hysterical not to post.
Enter ball sparkles - it's sparkly decoration for your manhood. JUST what you were looking for!
Make Your Manhood Sparkle - Watch more Funny Videos
P.S. Thanks, Michelle, for making me cringe and laugh out loud all at the same time. This fauxmercial too hysterical not to post.
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