Blindfolded

Ever since I came back from a trip to L.A., I'm all about sleeping with an eye mask. I used it on the red eye home and I can't believe I've slept so many years without one. I feel so refreshed when I wake up in the mornings now. When I pull that over my eyes, it doesn't matter what the BF is watching because I can block it out. It's an amazing mask, I tell ya. It can be anything from that stupid baby's voice on Family Guy or George from Seinfeld (I love Seinfeld). All the sound seems to fade away when I sleep with the mask now.

However, the BF hates it. He says it scares him because all he sees is this "freaky mask" looking at him in the middle of the night. It's not freaky -- it's an eye mask for god's sake. I figured he'd get used to it, right? I mean, I take up the entire bed and he's gotten used to that. I'm constantly running 10 minutes behind and I have champagne taste on beer money. All of which he has gotten used to in the last two years of our courtship.

But, I've been noticing that my mask is at odd places in my room in the morning. The other day I woke up and it was across the room and then it was on his side of the bed. Now. Let's think about this. I don't think I'm lunging this across the room in the middle of the night. Do you?

Clean it like Beckham

I have issues with being a hard core cleaner. Or, at least up to my BF's expectations of what he considers clean with OCD issue. Well, apparently Posh doesn't clean like I don't either. (I eat though.)

Maybe if the BF was David Beckham, I'd close cabinets too. Check out this post from I'm Not Obsessed.

Burning up

Feeling bored? Sex the same? Maybe you should have sex for 101 days like these married peeps did. Or, you could try and do things together. Apparently, having fun together will cut down from the ridiculous divorce rate that we all know and love. OK. So maybe it won't cut down on that, but it will make you grow stronger as a couple. Swing dance, go sailing or yoga -- it works for these couples.

What works for you? Whether you have been dating the same person for four months to four years, what do you do and don't do together?

Me... we'll we all know how much I love the motorcyle. But one thing we don't do is work out together. Ever. We might take an ocassional walk in the metroparks but I draw the line there. Working out and running is my time to be alone with my iPod. I can sing to myself, think about anything and everything and unwind on my own. I look forward to that time. Plus, the BF might be a bit faster than me and I can't have that.

Juicy riding

The BF has this bike that he loves. Since April, he must've said, "I just can't wait until I can ride again." I would say he said it on a daily basis, especially if there wasn't a lick of snow on the ground and it was just barely starting to rise above freezing temperatures.

Warm weather to me doesn't really scream "let's ride." I can't wait to rock flip flops and open-toed sandals -- screw the bike. I could get a pedicure and buy all new sorts of sandals that I could only wear for three months -- maybe four if Cleveland is lucky.

Anyway, back to yesterday's bike riding trip. We have this thing with East Coast Custard. It might be the most amazing custard if you catch it on your favorite flavor day. Well, he wants to ride to the Shaker Square one and our friends ride in their Jeep.

Me: "What's wrong with Lyndhurst?"
BF: "I want to take a ride."
Me: "Well I want to ride in the Jeep and go FSBO hunting."
BF: "Let's just go on the bike."

I get annoyed at this point because I have to change my clothes and put on safe riding shoes, pants and shirt. I love flip flops -- I only have four months to wear them! Hello!

So, I head into my closet to grab my helmet and put jeans on. Then, I see my Juicy Couture sweat suits. (Editor's note: The BF doesn't like when I wear matching pants and hoodie because they are lime green, mango, yellow or grey. He thinks I look like a hill billy. I let him know that hill billies don't wear Juicy Couture.)

So, I throw on a jump suit and my new silver helmet and head out the door.

BF: "What are you wearing?"
Me: "A Juicy track suit."
BF: "Why can't you ever just wear jeans?"
Me: Ignoring that comment, "I have big hoops on too."
BF: "That's smart. So if we crash your earrings will dig into your brain."

Needless to say, we didn't crash and I was safe, comfortable and looking stylish. And, no, my thongs don't hang out of the back of my pants.

Meeting the Parents Part II

Well, I really thought I'd have more funny and awkward moments to report that I do. So if you expected awkward parental conversation, this post isn't for you.

Nothing completely out of the ordinary happened. The fathers talked about motorcycles, and I think the mothers talked about teaching because both of them are teachers. I sat between the dads -- more exciting conversation happened. I do remember the BF's dad talking about my cat and saying he needed to get laid. (Captain Jack is my hilarious cat who is in retirement because the BF is deathly allergic to him. I think he lies about how deathly allergic he really is. Can't medicine solve that?)

So, we enjoyed nice "summer" Cleveland weather, food at Gamekeepers and two hours of conversation. The parents have now met. Case f'ing closed.

Meeting the Parents Part 1

The joint parental meeting is tomorrow. The first parental meeting. To say I'm a little nervous is an understatment. I even made plans with a friend to head to Room Service to check out the store and go to lunch, and then just realized this morning that I have the parental lunch meeeting tomorrow. (Sorry Michelle. Let's do it later?)

We are taking both sets of parents out to lunch to meet each other for the first time. I figured lunch is perfect, right? I figured it's less pressure and less intoxication. After delaying it for months (maybe even a year), I'm finally OK with them meeting. Truth be told, I really don't care if they meet either way. The BF is comfortable with it. So I guess I have to drink the Kool-aid too. Besides, I've never been to the restaurant and it's gotten the seal of approval from the Cleveland Foodie.

I tried to find some funny commentary on the web from other people when their parents first met, but I couldn't find a damn thing. Nothing funny happened! Nothing? Not even a humorous YouTube video! Well, there's a f'ing sign if there ever was one.

Feel free to share your stories and here's to fun and interesting weekend to all!

Make- out no no's

Kissing your girl friends = not cool. Although, I'm hooked on the new Katy Perry song -- I am. And, I'm pretty tempted to go buy the whole CD on iTunes but I haven't made it that far yet.

However, I hate girls that make out with their girl friends for fun. I really do. Girls, why do you do that? For attention? I have a solution for you -- get a puppy or kitten instead. It will pay all the attention to you that you need it to.

Really though. I've always been perturbed by girls who do this at bars. Guys will gather around like something out of a chugging contest and convince girls to do it. Or, playing as coyly as they can, they will start making out for whatever reason on the dance floor. Girls and making out immediately attracts every loser in the bar or club. Didn't you know that? Or, maybe you did, but those four martinis made you lose your better judgement.

As I'm remembering my college years, I'm trying to think if any of my friends ever made out. I don't think they did. If they did, they got a mouthful (literally) from me. You could always count on in it happening on spring break. Like clock work might I add.

(Editor's Note: Ohhhhhh, spring break. Don't you miss it? I loved planning our spring break trips. I will never ask that question again, "What do you girls want to do for spring break?" Damn you, adulthood.)

So, girls out there (especially in Cleveland), keep your lips to yourself or to the random guy at the bar who you think looks cute with his collar popped, spiky hair and puka shell necklace. (He's still probably a d-bag, but it won't really matter until the morning, right?)