Yesterday, in honor of our first entire weekend off together in months (and having a gift card from Christmas), the hubby and I attempted to go out to lunch at a local Applebee's. Lately, millennials have been accused of "killing" old school casual dining chains like Applebee's, but I've always enjoyed going there...until now. Also,… Continue reading The Trusty Old Carolina Ale House
Here I am in my home state of Ohio! It's just as cold and gray as I remember, and I still love it. People are simpler here; they're not as pretentious as the wealthy suburbanites in Cary who all buy the same cookie cutter house for $400k and drive the same $80k luxury SUV in… Continue reading Vacation In Ohio!
Yes, we Cavs fans are well aware that what's his face got bored with our midwestern simplicity yet again and jetted off to Hollywood. Don't worry, we haven't forgotten. Why then do you still talk about him constantly while commentating Cavs games that he has nothing to do with? Could you at least respect our… Continue reading Dear NBA Commentators: Please Shut Up About Lebron Already
I was born and raised in NE Ohio but I moved to North Carolina about 5 1/2 years ago in search of two things that the Cleveland area is always short on: sunshine and jobs. I found both, and I also happened to find my husband here, so I stayed. North Carolina is big on… Continue reading NC State Sports, Marriage, And Me
I’m from a very rural part of Ohio. The town I lived in was so small it didn’t even have a traffic light and that’s why, when anyone asks where I’m from, I usually reference the closest actual city, which is Cleveland. It’s just easier that way, and I also spent a lot of time… Continue reading Basketball PTSD Is Real, And I Know Because I’m A Cleveland Fan
My little rat terrier mix Crackers has a serious Napoleon complex. He’s only 17 lbs, less than a third the size of my other dog, Miles. Because of his size (or lack of it), he has a very defensive attitude and acts like an asshole sometimes (an ADOWABLE asshole, but an asshole nonetheless). While Miles… Continue reading If I Acted Like My Dog Crackers, I’d Get My Ass Kicked All The Time
I was born and raised in NE Ohio, and it will always be home to me, no matter where I live. I’m not going to bother to drop the name of the town because nobody’s heard of it. Also, does it really count as a town if it consists of one roundabout (zero actual traffic… Continue reading Cleveland: No One Likes Us And We Don’t Care