Hi. It’s Me Again.

Posted in Uncategorized on July 20, 2011 by caseanator

What better place to pick up a blog than 7 months after the last post? Aye-ye-ye. (I just spent 43 seconds deciding how to spell that. Still not sure. Moving right along.) The good news is that this will no longer be tipping the scales into potential crazy cat lady blog. Because after an evening of drinking pitchers of margaritas with 5 of our friends and being driven to some far off land at 10:00 on Sunday night to meet an old lady breeder, we got a puppy:

Here he rests, fluffy white head on a king sized mattress on our front porch. Urban porch mattress chic.

Oh yes, it’s possible to relax on our front porch now because I bought a house, nbd. It was a difficult decision to give up the luxurious life of drafty windows, crappy wood floors, no dishwasher, loud djing and love makin’ neighbors, and homeless doorstep poo but at least I bought a house wherein I share the neighborhood with crazy awesome mural of 3 Bengals Players and only a mile from the old apartment. Still urban friends, let’s not worry.

Borrowed from http://higherlevelart.blogspot.com/ (go there for more pictures)


But I’m getting ahead of myself. You want HISTORY and UPDATES and HIP URBANNESS. Looking back we seem to have spent the greater part of January, February, and even March (when after a good 5 years as a redhead I must have had an emo breakdown and went black and have not gone back) indoors avoiding human contact and mainly a cool breeze. Avoiding leaving the house makes you learn things about yourself. Things like the fact that you would be willing to feed your cat Wheat Thins rather than stop by somewhere….really anywhere….to pick up a bag of cat food.

Pictured: shame.

When the weather finally started to warm up I felt motivated to start a bike project. I picked up a Nishiki on craigslist and spray painted it.

Strange Bikefruit

And road it twice realizing that I’m too ladylike (weak) for the gear I have it at. But it still looks pretty neat.

Everyone at the bike shop was like “Cool Skittles bike” (secret eye roll)

In the sunshine of May, bf and a good friend were on the cover of our weekly riding a million pound vintage tandem bike. I was there to watch the shoot, laughing my face off and directing bf to look “less stupid”. For some of the time, our buddy had 2 ice cream cones which makes things like this happen mostly.

Kids, don’t try to run at a slow-moving tandem bike going uphill with a gallon of orange sherbet and intention to hurdle.

As the days grew warmer, my job allowed me the chance to drive around in my convertible with the top down. This is when I discovered that seatbelt tan lines are real. There was nothing said about this at the dealership and I read the manual cover-to-cover.

Nice chest, idiot.

Honestly, even with the help of my trusty iPhone, I have little recollection of the specific events that transpired during the beginning of the year because I spent so much of it thinking about moving, looking at houses, trying to decide of I wanted to buy a house, telling my boyfriend if I buy it he’s not allowed to dump me (referred to as ‘the clause’), buying a house, and trying to not have a panic attack every time my loan officer called with that tone of general sullen despair (a lot). Literally TODAY I sent off the last piece of paperwork I needed to secure this house. You know, the house that I’ve been living in for a month in a half. Cool loan officer. Very good job.

There’s a million projects here and they seem to be never ending. One night in June, shortly after we moved in, we decided to try to get the hot tub cranking. What better time than when it’s 80 degrees at night time to get in a nice piping hot death trap on our improperly supported back deck? A: never. We used 67 pH strips as I texted bfs brother, drunk and ready to get my ‘tub on, “WHAT IS A PH DO I WANT IT TO BE PINK” or whatever.

We never did get in. Thermostat is broken. Anyone have an extra thermostat? :-/

I wouldn’t recommend drunk hot tubbing. Mom. Dad. – Life Guard Bruno

The new place, otherwise, is working out great. BF built a fire pit in the backyard (perfect scalding hot weather past time as well) that we’ve used several times. We’ve discovered a million creatures in the yard including a fat raccoon that busted in on one of our little fire pit gatherings, a snake named Mortimer, a mouse named Circles, and a trazillion lizards (some dried up in our empty planters. Yooops!) There’s also a flesh-eating strain of poison ivy I just got over.

When we first arrived I was worried that we had moved into the heart of college bro-town. Our neighbors a few doors down including Tattoo Face The Amazing and Shirtless Street Footballio had parties 3 weekends out of the 4 weeks they lived at their rental until they were justly evicted. We came home once to 5 or 6 cop cars and Tattoo Face getting stuffed into a cruiser while he yelled “I did my time!”. The next time the cops showed up we called. Mainly for the spectacle. The main thing that irritated me was the snow storm of Keystone Light cans in my yard in the mornings but I discovered if you wait long enough the poor people pick those up to recycle. Urban ecosystem in action!

I’m still at the same job that I’ve been at now for 7+ months and I actually really like it. I recently chose to work more in the ‘hood and less in suburban-entitled-bored-housewife-with-too-much-money-and-not-enough-time-to-talk-about-their-kids-and-what-paninis-are-the-best-ville. Even though I have to go to scarier places I have to hear less about people’s problems that are not real problems. (Selecting finishes for your 7 bajizillion square foot house is like sooo exhausting, I’m sure, shut up.)

So there you have it. We sat around the apartment. We moved. We immediately got a dog . We have been domesticating ourselves. I’ll probably spend the next couple months trying to make my house perfect so we can have a housewarming and my BFF can come stay in the guest bedroom when he comes to visit so if you don’t hear from me check to see that I’m not passed out face-down in the cat’s toilet (oh yeah, our cat uses the toilet) in the basement with a load of laundry in one hand and a Swiffer in the other and a paintbrush between my toes.


Hippn Urbndays

Posted in Uncategorized on January 2, 2011 by caseanator

  Christmas this year already seems a bit like a distant memory. I actually only have participated in festivities with my boyfriend’s family so far. My parents were out of town visiting the extended family on the day of and they just got back. My mom was in the hospital for a couple of days with abdominal pains but she’s doing much better and says she’ll be home today. I still have a pile of Christmas presents for my brother and his kids and my mom and dad and will have to do it all over again soon.

  Boyfriend’s family Christmas took place on Christmas eve and we watched babies open presents then stayed up all night “playing” Cranium. I explained the rules the best I could (forgetting a few key elements) and spent most of the time trying to wrangle boyfriend’s very drunk attention to get him to even play. But it was fun, nonetheless. After all that drinking, bf wasn’t feeling so fantastic in the morning so we took Christmas day easy. We stayed in almost the entire day and picked up Chinese food in the afternoon and watched Antiques Roadshow.

Pro Tip: Don’t eat cheap Chinese food on Christmas.

  I don’t know if it was that or the expired rice milk I put in my coffee and pancake batter that morning, but I got violently ill on Christmas night. It felt very much like that time I got food poising from a Mexican place but didn’t last nearly as long. Boyfriend thought I seemed well enough to get brunch with my bff who was in town from Philly for the holidays. We went to our old staple The Rookwood. I was well enough for about ½ a bloody mary which was amazing and I ate almost all of my lemon ricotta pancakes which were proooobably the best pancakes I’ve ever had. Bff brought us some small gifts which included a cigar that we saved for New Year’s Eve. (Thank you, friend!) We weren’t sure what else to do with ourselves that day, but we ended up hitting up a few local staples. First stop was Park + Vine where I picked up a small gift for Mom. We got coffee at Sidewinder (beneath our old apartment) and chatted for a while. After that was a walk across the street to Shake It Records where I got a couple of old Calypso vinyls and boyfriend got an oldish Esquavel cd. This was the point where I decided I really should bring home my nice record player and stop trying to get by with an old novelty Michael Jackson record player. While it looks cool, it sounds pretty terrible.

 I started my new job the next day the way I’ve started every other job.  The first day I wore a cute dress and makeup and the second day was jeans and leftover mascara.  Hey, they had to meet the real me *sometime*. I’m now working as a leasing agent for a property management company. I’m still a little stressed by how little I feel like I know, but it’s really not much different from real estate. Much of it is just setting up appointments and meeting people to show them rental units and I kind of have to get back into the real estate mind set since it’s been years since I did that.

Wednesday night my bff invited us to Northside Tavern where there was live band karaoke. I’d never seen or participated in live band karaoke but bff seemed to have a blast singing.

He was all “Take on me!” and I was all “But you WILL be gone in a day or two :(“.

I’d like to also point out some hilarious graffiti in the girl’s bathroom that always makes me laugh.

Puzzling I found this in the ladies room because everyone knows a true lady never poops. 

  Somehow I closed down the bar that night with boyfriend and bff, even though many sensible friends went home much earlier. I still made it into work the next morning and was even bright-eyed and pleasant for my first showings as a leasing agent. After my first showing I started to get a little stressed out about the second which I had to push back 15 minutes after getting slightly lost for the first one. I was almost out of gas so I stopped off the highway where I saw this little guy by the pump. Perhaps god’s little way of telling me to relax already?

The rest of the week flew by – especially only having a half day on Friday. I spent most of remainder of my free time on Friday trying to hem and alter my dress (poorly but effectively) for NYE. Bf bought a new suit on a whim and we got to our friend’s Mad Men themed party with plenty of time to relax for the countdown.

 I don’t even smoke but I totally smoked about ¾ of an American Spirit because they were sitting here in a cup and they looked like a good time. I discovered neither ¾ of a cigarette nor the additional puffs of a cigar or Swisher Sweet are a good time the next morning.

The kind of party where I could break out the fancy/uncomfortable shoes!

Around 11:30 we headed over to MOTR for the countdown. Almost all of our friends from the party joined us and several other friends were already their including bff.

From MOTR’s Facebook page.

We all watched The Seedy Seeds and toasted and kissed and everyone was smiling. It was really the best ending to any year I can remember. I was with the one I love, I didn’t get embarrassingly drunk, and there was no drama. Though I wish all of my good friends were there in the same place, it was pretty perfect.  I’m excited for the coming year…with an amazing boyfriend, great apartment, new car, and fun new job, I’m not sure what else could go right. Ugh, barf, okay, everyone hate me now.  Happy new year!

You, You’re Urban

Posted in Uncategorized on December 14, 2010 by caseanator

This weekend I found out that it’s possible to cruise with the top down on Saturday and have a snow day on Monday.

We went to the bike shop Saturday afternoon to get some things and took the Miata with a bike wheel behind the car seats.  (it didn’t fit in the trunk!)  We decided that 48 degrees was about the cutoff for top down weather and drove from Newport to Clifton with the wind in our hair and it was AWESOME.  Having a convertible is totally as cool as it seems.  I can’t wait to be able to take it out at night.

My friends Jason and Yusef had an art show at that night.  It ended up being kind of an upsetting experience.  They had large fantastic prints at reasonable prices and I literally wanted to own all of them.  I couldn’t narrow it down to one and we left empty handed, still trying to figure out how to decide.  I think we will probably go back before the show is taken down and force ourselves to pick one out to put in the huge old gold frame we’ve had hanging on our wall, empty, for months waiting for the right piece of art.

Sunday night basically looked like this:

I sat in the window for a while watching the snow pile up.  Bf popped a bottle of Andre and we ate frozen Trader Joe’s pizza and leftover udon from the day before. We ran out of tonic and juiced apples to have a real drink before bed. Pretty much the only people driving around were 4 wheel drive vehicles, pizza delivery men, and these jerks on romantic carriage rides.  Our friends Kevin and Yusef were DJing at The Righteous Room and we ended up going there for a drink since we’re so close by and it was snowing and we figured they would be lonely.  After a few more drinks at Mainstay and some karaoke we crashed hard for the night. 

I didn’t use my snow day as wisely as I should have since we reorganized and cleaned much of the crib over the weekend.  I did end up installing some very usefully and practical orange pom-pom trim on the headliner or bf’s car. Observe:

Later, bf also put up these 2 bike racks that make our bikes look amazing and keeps them neatly tucked in an unused corner of the apartment.  The award for most urban improvement for a loft for under $20 goes to us.

The bike you see pictured with the twinkling lights wrapped around it was an impulse buy vintage Italian folding bike.  It’s a cruiser with petal brakes and basically impossible to ride outside of a very flat surface so it sits on top of our closet and twinkles.  Also, boyfriend calls that little pink stuffed animal that I must have sewed with my left foot an “apartment Easter egg”.  If he buys me that Jane Seymour Open Hearts Collection for Kay Jewelers Necklace* and presents it to me in a rain storm while we both gaze out the window, he will officially be the funest. 

Were you wondering what that was on the wall to the left? I bet you were wondering.

I bought a swinging hips Elvis clock at an estate sale some months ago (obviously).  I put some batteries in it and saw that the clock ticked but the hips didn’t swing.  What’s the point of a clock that keeps perfect time if 75% of the novelty is gone?  Bf started tinkering with it and removed the 7 feet of twist ties that someone had used to tie the parts together for some reason and bent the battery terminal back and fixed him.  I was so overjoyed that we gave him this place of honor in the apartment right by the bikes and front door.  Makes up for that cool modern clock the cat knocked off the shelf and broke.  Little jerk.

Finally, this thrift store find that confused me a few weeks ago.  In the wooden stuff section of the St Vincent De Paul was this box.  It had small plaques with names engraved in the affixed all around the box and it was sort of heavy.  I slid back the top and found….this inside.


It appears to be a Stretch Armstrong.  I recognized the dried up goo inside the box right away.  (Having a cat in my childhood who liked to chew on my possessions, I have intimate knowledge of what oozes out of heavy gooey baby dolls and toys.)  It’s tied up with rope and plastic rings.  There is a rose in his teeth.  Finally there is a shot glass in the bottom left corner with some words cut out and glued inside…something like maybe greed? I forget.  Most offensive was the price written on the bottom.  5 bucks!

*I’m totally kidding, as I have been every time I have mentioned the Jane Seymour Open Hearts Collection for Kay Jewelers to him.

New Car

Posted in Uncategorized on December 7, 2010 by caseanator

It’s been unseasonably cold here.  I wanted to go on Saturday, as I mentioned, but I couldn’t get a hold of my car buying partner and father until it was too late.  Yesterday it was 19 degrees when I bought my car.  This was basically the sun.

Haha what? Slow blog-news day.

 And I bought a new convertible.  With only a little (a lot) of hand holding from my parents.

 (Dramatic reenactment)

The dealer said it was the coldest day he’s ever sold a convertible.  If that was true, why couldn’t he come off a few thousand bucks?

Oh well, I’m off to rub tea tree oil on the soft top with a diaper.


Posted in Uncategorized on December 4, 2010 by caseanator

I call it “Vices”

Small Things

Posted in Uncategorized on December 4, 2010 by caseanator

I spent most of my day off car shopping with Dad. Then I spent the entire evening obsessing over consumer reviews and blind spots and crushing my head like a watermelon in a convertible. I decided, I think, to go for the convertible and save up for the aftermarket rollbar. Tomorrow’s 3″ of snow be dammed!

Maybe we stayed in tonight, but at least we discovered that a nickel is poly’d into the floor?

Cabin in the Woods

Posted in Uncategorized on November 29, 2010 by caseanator

Here is an actual photograph of me from my experience in a quaint cabin somewhere north of here for Thanksgiving.

(Roots shown actual size)

This is pretty much my experience for every holiday from childhood until now.  Except as an adult I at least have the sense to only eat 2 rolls with my meal and eat 2 rolls later after falling asleep. (Four rolls! That is too many rolls!)  And my helping of mashed potatoes was heartbreakingly sensible. 

After spending many hours Wednesday chopping, peeling, baking, and pre-cooking, Thursday went by in a flash.  That may have something to do with the Bloody Mary, 2 vodka tonics and 1/2 of a vodka and juice (tragically losing 1/2 of its life in high-five incident in which I grazed it with my elbow).  Followed by hours of ‘napping’ which turned into going to bed-ing while everyone else stayed up playing games and laughing.  2 toddlers literally shamed me.

The rest of the weekend I played far more Sims than anyone should (especially after boyfriend accidentally saved over my game and I had to start my fake life ALL OVER AGAIN). And slept like a hibernating animal, waking only to resume my fake life and forage.  It was tragically void of partying, though we did go out Saturday night and had a lot of fun and late night pizza.