Lost Phone Still Gets Fun Messages

So, I have yet to purchase a new phone. I am, however, checking my voicemails. I don’t check frequently as all my close friends know that I don’t have a phone so they don’t call it. I just get the random lingering phone calls....

Saturday 6:00 PM: Shannon, haven’t seen you in awhile, a bunch of us are drinking at my place, why don’t you come down...

Sunday 1:30 AM: Shannon, this is “X,” you didn’t call “Y” back, that is not right. You need to give us a call so we can hang out...

Hmmm, very interesting.
Sunday 2:00 PM: Unrelated to first two: The hottie I date from Australia called. Kind of funny. He was best friends with my brother-in-law. We met at my brother-in-laws funeral and hit it off. After spending the weekend with Erica I had been thinking of him...

Niagara On The Lake

I just spent the weekend in Niagara on the Lake, Ontario visiting my grandmother. My sister flew in from FL with her daughter so we had a mini-family reunion. Niagara on the Lake is beautiful. Saturday I stayed up late with my grandmother and sister drinking. Erica went to bed first, then me. My grandmother ALWYAS outlasts me! I finally had to pull the plug and tell her I was going to bed. Embarrassing! We spent all day Sunday visiting wineries and “testing wines.” I think it was the nicest weather we’ve had all year. It was so sunny and not too hot. Our summer here left a little to be desired so it was nice to have such a beautiful day.

Sunday the plan was to drop my sister off at the Buffalo airport and then drive back to C-town. Erica’s flight was cancelled because of Hurricane Ivan so she ended up coming back with me to C-town and flying out of Akron Tuesday.
I was glad she got a chance to see Cleveland; she was here for just over 24 hours so I tried to do as much as we could. Shooters, Rock Hall (we didn’t actually tour the museum, it would have taken too much time!), Little Italy, West Side Market and that was about all we had time for. We stayed up late Monday, drinking of course which has made for a rough week for me. I did nothing last night – went to bed at 10:30, ugh.

A little break...

I have worked myself out of work. I really have nothing to do right now. I was totally weeded last week and through Tuesday but now, nothing. Literally, I have completed all the motions, briefs and memo’s that I was asked to. There is not a stitch of research to be done. I have reading to do for class, however, I can’t find my book for tonight’s class after the move. And, I can’t really read at work anyway. That would be too obvious. At least now it looks like I could be doing something productive. Maybe I’ll ask to go home...

What Flavour Am I?

What Flavour Am I?: "I tashte like Alcohol.

Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer.

(If you were not Alcohol you would be Tomato.)"

Weekend Warrior

My weekend was insane. On Wednesday of last week I found out I was moving – long story. Anyway, I needed to be out right away. I had a test this morning – please God let me get a C! And, aforesaid Memo for school due tonight. I started moving Friday night but around 11 called it quits. I have class on Saturday morning and need my beauty sleep. Continued to move Saturday and then had to call it quits around 9. I am just not into the whole moving things it sucks. I needed a beer.

McCarthy’s it was for me with a group of friends. Dollar beers are always nice. The crowd was really fun. I love beer. Also hit Harbor Inn. More beer. Home by 3:00. I think I might be “off” downtown. I keep saying it and I have successfully avoided downtown for about 10 days. Not bad. Over the summer I was downtown on Monday’s for in the biz night, Thursday for liquid/fusion, Friday because it was Friday and Saturday for any club. Then after parties - I get in trouble downtown, it finds me. Now, that I am back in school I just don’t have the energy. Beauty Sleep, I need it!

So, Sunday I taught spinning then went to work. It’s not fair, who works on Sunday? Then, a little more moving.
Today, I plan to finish moving. I can’t wait to be done. I think I may go out to celebrate. Test behind me, memos behind me and move behind me – cause for celebration.

Work/School

WTF: Now that school started work has picked up at what seems like an exponential rate. I am getting my ass kicked! A test and a paper due tomorrow for school. A motion due today and tomorrow for work. Worked all weekend. Is this what is in store for me? I'll be back Wednesday!

Indians Game Recap

Um, having just made the last post I have to say I really enjoyed the Indians Game. Those little hot dogs are so good with Stadium mustard, I am not going to lie. Why are they so good?! I didn't even care that we lost by a lot. Hit Winking Lizard afterwards and then the new McCarthy's in the Flats. I love that place. The bartender already knows me. Asked if I was coming in on Sunday to watch the game, said I was his regular now. Is that good or bad? Oh well, my favorite bartender from Mercury moved to NYC so I need a new bartender.

The Summer Seven

So, since graduate school (the first time) and then through working I have been a spinning instructor. I only like to teach September through May though. Essentially, I work Labor Day to Memorial Day. So I take the summers off and spend time outside in the summer and then work out inside in the winter. Basically though, ever since I can remember my summers are spent just having fun, drinking a ton, eating whatever I want and only doing a very minimal amount of working out; just enough not to get really fat.

However, if you eat whatever you want and drink more calories in a day than you eat for eight to twelve weeks straight it doesn’t matter who you are, you will gain weight. So every Labor Day for the last 7 years I have weighed 7 more pounds than I did on Labor Day. Sort of like the Freshman Fifteen but I call it the Summer Seven.

Two weeks before Labor Day a fat lady dropped her keys exiting the grocery store I was in. I couldn’t pass her because she took up the doorway and I didn’t want to be rude. So, while I was waiting I stepped on this big farm like scale to see what I weighed. What I saw ruined my whole day! Iwas 139! I thought maybe I had been better this summer, but alas, I was wrong. For 5’8” that’s not terrible but I just don’t feel healthy at that weight. I am sluggish, my running is slow, clothes don’t fit as well – you know how it goes.

I started my workout routine a little earlier than Labor Day this year to try to fight off any more weight. I just like to have control of my body. Maybe it’s weird but that is the way it is. I’ve dropped 4 pounds and feel better. I have a couple more to go. I actually feel a lot better lately. I really like running and spinning so it’s much better for me. I just miss the partying….LOL.
I hope you don’t see this post again as the Holiday 7!

Emergency Room Lover

I am figuring out how to get pictures on the blog and want to find pictures to post because I love seeing pictures of other people. I want to figure out how to do an album and blah, blah, blah. I really have no good ones so I thought I would just put up one with a funny story.

So, I moved to Cleveland in August of 2002 to go to law school. Since then I have been to the emergency room THREE times. Prior to moving here, in my 27 years I don’t think I had been to the emergency room that many times. This is part of the reason why I call myself a train wreck. The first time I fell at work and seriously injured my tailbone and elbow. Man, the tailbone hurts. That was the most intense pain I had ever been in. The second time I was drunk, on a date, fell down and almost broke my jaw. I couldn’t eat for a week. Even weeks later I couldn’t chew meat. The guy called me back and we still date. The third time was the cornea incident. The pain that I was in far surpassed the tailbone. I was on the back of a motorcycle, no helmet (Ohio has this weird but fun no helmet law), but protective eyewear (in my defense), and something flew in my eye. I still managed to sit by the pool for the remainder of Memorial Day weekend, I just couldn’t open my eye. Ahh, who needs to open their eyes anyway.

This is when I scratched my cornea. Brutal. 

Party Friday night - I am on the left

Cleveland Indians

My boss just gave me awesome tix to the Indians game tonight. They are playing the Detroit Tigers. Since moving to C-town I have tried to become a baseball fan and I think I have finally succeeded. It's 84 degrees out it should be FANTASTIC! Free tickets, one of the perks of being a lowly law clerk! I have to go to legal profession first, yuk.

My Eye Doctor Wants Me to Move

Since being back in school I noticed my eyes are not quite I had hoped so I went to get new glasses and took an eye exam today. Seems my eyes have gotten worse since starting law school. Oh well. Anyhow, during the exam the Dr. said, “Hmmm.” “This looks bad, hold still let me see.” Um, these are all scary things coming from your eye doctor. I scratched my cornea Memorial Day (I'll write about that later - I have a picture) weekend and now I am really afraid of anyone touching my eyes. Then she asked me if I had a cat. I have never been a cat person but my roommate has a cat that I battle with trying to keep out of my room because I am allergic to cats.

My doctor told me I really need to be careful with the cat because my eyelids look terrible. She showed me what a healthy eyelid looks like and then what my eyelid looks like because of the cat and it’s pretty gross. I am not going to lie. She said there are worse people but that I am just going to get worse. Then, she said she doesn’t understand why people like me do this to myself. Now, I don’t really have a choice in the matter because it is not my cat. The long and short of it is she suggested I get a special collar for the cat so that when the cat crosses into my room it gets a little buzz so it learns not to go in my room anymore. Kind of like an invisible fence for dogs. I wonder who thinks all these things up. It’s pretty wild. I bet they are rich.

I guess I can't make fun of Catholics Anymore

How very 2004!

http://www.dioceseofcleveland.org/gayandlesbianfamilyministry/

The Drink and My Phone

Is it normal that I was drunk and lost my phone in "The Drink" (aka Lake Erie) last weekend and I still haven't gotten another one. Labor Day did not do me well this year - or it did me really well depending on how you look at it. At least I got some boating and drinking in. I really don't like talking on the phone so it's not a huge issue in and of itself. There are a whole host of other issues that go along with losing your phone. I don't have a hardwired phone so I can't get in touch with anyone or make plans. All my friends numbers were stored in my phone so now I don't know anyone's phone number so even if I had a phone I couldn't call them. There are so many people stored in my phone that I probably will never speak to again, but what if I wanted to speak to them? I kept many numbers in my phone so that I wouldn't answer the call. When I get my new phone I am going to have to answer all the calls, I am not sure I am prepared for that. It is saving me from that embarrassing problem of drunk dialing, however.

WENR WGN

Um, yeah....

I saw a license plate reading, "WENR WGN" today on a Lexus convertible. Hot car. Who do you think drives it? I can't figure out if it is a man or a woman. I wonder if they need therapy.

Train Wreck v Spaz

Quote from a good friend of mine in Buffalo, "Shannon, we don't know if we love you because you are a spaz or in spite of the fact that you are a spaz."

Decisions, Decisions

Which would you rather have: sex with a condom or no sex at all? Really think about it though - you are in bed, no clothes on and you are ready to go (RTG). She says she’s not on the pill and gives you a condom; do you really say no? I choose sex. Sex with a condom doesn’t change a whole lot for girls. It wouldn’t deter me in the least, as can be seen by the infamous box under my bed that is always full of condoms, just in case. I have been turned down before, by a law school hottie. He actually turned me down twice, not in the same night but - to add insult to injury - on two separate occasions. I remember thinking, "are you f*cking kidding me?" I didn’t bring you home and get you in my bed to have this issue be the breaking point.

Now I know what you are thinking, you are probably thinking there must be something wrong with me - and that may be true, however, from talking to many of my male friends I understand that men will sleep with anything as long as no one finds out. (No offense to guys but I have heard guys will go home with a fat chick as long as no one sees - fat a** is better than no a**). So, the only logical conclusion is that men really don’t like condoms. I don’t get it. Why is it such a big deal?

A Woman's Work

I tried to start a blog with a fellow law school hottie/law clerk earlier this summer. We were going to call it, "He said, She said," we were going to debate "hot" issues. Grand plans! It didn't really work out though b/c said hottie left for his two week military stint and then lost interest. Figures! Anyhow I am stealing the following post from the site - this happened this summer...

I got in the elevator yesterday to go home from work. I work on the 16th floor. A man and a woman got in the elevator on the 11th floor. I started chatting with them. We were joking about the computer that she had rolled onto the elevator - the usual stuff. Commenting about how she was "stealing" it and no one said anything. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Then, the hammer came down: the man looked at me and said, "Why do all the secretaries from the 16th floor always look so well rested?" Hmmm... because I am a woman is that all I could possibly be? My response, "I don’t know why they always look so well rested, I am not a secretary. I am in law school and took the summer off from classes and have been getting a great deal of sleep lately." Should women just be barefoot and pregnant? Is that all we can do? Is that really what men want?