Weekend roundup

So I'm just a few days late with a recap from my Memorial day weekend.

You never would've thought that an iPhone, a reality TV show, high school friends, Twitter and a coke float would make up for a freaking hilarious night but it did.

Right at the beginning, my friends ,Steph and Gretchen, thought it would be hilarious to tweet from my phone "Coke floatin' it bitches :)" and then, of course, not tell me about it. Well they didn't realize that I couldn't see my status updates, until I checked my phone a half hour later to see that a follower had retweeted "Coke floatin' it bitches:)".

Here is my past weekend in pictures.



The picture that started it all.





Sak kills at Sakapalooza says Steris. Thank god Jesse can laugh with us.





The parental side of the deck.





With the star himself.




Party at the table.

Friday Fodder

Ok, I know it's Thursday but this shaving video by Gillette cracked me up.

Really? The tree looks taller when there's no under brush? Keep thinking that, shorty.

tunic does not mean dress

On Saturday, a few friends and I hit the bar scene of downtown Cleveland. I can only go there so often but when we do, we always have a great time. However, I think some of the ladies were confused and got on and off the Christie's stripper bus at the wrong location.

To quote a friend, "Tunic does not mean dress." Holy mother, those were freaking shirts, not dresses. Ridiculously tight, jersey material "dresses."

I'm all for fashion and staying trendy by all means. I will admit that I can't pull off certain clothes as well as other women due to my height/weight proportions. But there is no excuse for letting your friends leave the house with their hoo ha's hanging out and look like they just got off the lunch shift at the local strip club.

Absolutely none. My only conclusion is that you must not really be friends with her because you wanted to a good laugh.

In case you need help, here is my checklist for wondering if my dress is in fact a tunic.

You should be wearing leggings if:
-you ass cheeks are hanging out
-you don't have a Calvin Klein invisible thong on
-you ask out loud, "is this too short?" and your friends don't immediately answer
-your thong is in fact showing.
-you are mistaken for entertainment on the street corner.
-the dress actually says "shirt" on the tag.
-you don't want to be mistaken for one of the well-behaved women of Rock of Love.

For fear of tagging some people I know, or worse, making fun of people you know, just click on over to Spot Cleveland and check out pictures from The Barley House on Saturday to see what I'm referring to.

UPDATE: There's a whole blog dedicated to the phenomenon, thanks anonymous for sharing! Shirt or Dress? You decide and send your pictures in.

Friday Fodder

Ohhhhhhhhhh the weekend! I love the smell, the time I can waste and the friends I can hang out with again over this long weekend.

Tonight: I'll be watching the Cavs game somewhere wearing my CLE Clothing Company shirt. Go Cavs!

Tomorrow: I'll be running for the first time this week (bad runner) and probably about 3 or 4 miles.

Sunday: I'll be heading west to be on a boat with my pale self if it's nice out and then catch up with my old friends from high school.

The BF has met them and their boyfriends sometime last year. I always forget who he has or hasn't met yet. Anyway, these girls and I go back years - freaking years.

All the way back to when we went to the Spice Girls concert and didn't have our licenses so our moms had to drive us. Thank you mom for being a trooper. Then we tackled our next big milestone when we entered high school, kicked ass at volleyball, had umpteen sleepovers, drank Zimas with jolly ranchers and threw back one too many lemon drop shots. (I can't do those shots anymore because of my traumatic experiences with drinking those.) We saw each other through lame boyfriends, lame fairweather friends, lame or not-so-lame parties, but more importantly, we were there to laugh at each other when we did stupid things like getting a permanent "Do Not Enter" card from Afterthoughts jewelry store. Only us.

Well, let's hope this weekend we are a little wiser, and older, than our former selves.




Here is a bunch of us two years ago at my friend's wedding.

word games

I hate the word dude. Or maybe it's only when the BF says it. He sometimes ends his sentences with this and I feel that it's directed toward me. I'm not your "dude." I'm your girlfriend. Not your friend, dude. I'm still your girlfriend.

Some examples of the word dude used by the BF
"Don't park your care there, someone could hit dude."
"Dude where's my car?"
"check out this video, it's so funny dude."
"The Magic coach looks like Ron Jeremy dude."
"That's gross dude."

Or, for extra emphasis, sometimes he ends his statements with, "y'know what I'm saying."

Um, yes I know what you are saying because you just said it. Duh dude.

I'm a runner

I trained, I ran and I conquered my first 10K bright and early yesterday morning. If you would've asked me a few months ago if I would've been up at 6 a.m. on a Sunday to run, I probably would've laughed at you. I really would have. Who knew that me, little old me, would be up to competitively run for fun!?!

I had big dreams of getting to the course at 6:30 to stretch and talk with other runners. It didn't quite happen that way because I hit snooze on my alarm until 6:10 and wasn't out the door until 6:35 and I live about 20 minutes from downtown. Luckily, I found a parking spot a few blocks away and walked up right as the marathon and half marathon runners took off.

Because I didn't want to run with a fanny pack (I don't own one anyway), I didn't take my camera but I think this video from Cleveland.com captures a lot of the excitement.

2009 Cleveland Marathon

I completed my first 10K in 61 minutes and without stopping. I felt pretty good throughout the whole thing the exception of the wind. The wind was pretty damn cold when we were in the shade, but it made me speed up to get the in sunlight.

Here's what I learned about myself:

1)Men twice my age were kicking my ass in really short shorts.

2)I don't think I really "dressed" the part of a runner. Some of these men and women only had shorts and tank tops on. I'll have to remember that at my next race and forget about my pants to look the part of a real runner.

3)I can run much longer than I initially thought I could. Hell, I wanted to take on the half marathon after I finished, which proves my point that anyone can become a runner at any point in their life.

4)I'm really hoping that all the benefits of running start happening to me, including slimmer legs, ass and thighs. Some of those runners had amazing legs so Self, feel free to lose the extra weight anytime. I'll be waiting and so will my white jean purchase.

road trippin'

Because I'm getting my ass up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to run the Cleveland
10K, I'm missing my friend's engagement party in Michigan.

Ever since they left this morning, my friend Michelle and the BF have been sending me funny texts on their 4.5 hour drive. I don't think any text tops this video of Michelle making fun of her boyfriend's dance.

Apparently they are calling it the shark dance and she's been doing the whole trip, imitating her boyfriend's dance moves. Well, Mike took a quick clip and sent it along to me.

The best part of this whole video is that both boys are tolerating "Right Round" on the drive.