Monday, July 9, 2012

Say my name, bitch!

Last night, it was almost as if Eric knew that I'd just written a blog post on how horribly lowbrow I am, and sought to drive that point home. Of course, he doesn't read my blog, so it was just a coincidence.

The only lesson I will ever need. It brought me to Eric. 

We wanted to watch a movie, and Eric suggested American Reunion. In high school, I probably saw American Pie at least 600 times, so my night was made right there. 

Or so I thought. Things got better.

There was a part in the movie where Chris has a poster of a fake reality celebrity dance show (don't worry, I won't give away any important plot points). He walks by it, and you can see it for like half a second, and yet Eric's keen powers of observation noticed who was on it.

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife.
If you don't know who that is, for God's sake put down the New York Times and start wasting some time on youtube.

We completely lost our minds when we saw his cameo, we were so excited. Shortly after, I remembered that I never told Eric that one of the best local self serve frozen yogurt places finally opened a location only 2 miles away from us. He was furious that I'd gone nearly 24 hours keeping this knowledge to myself, and demanded we pause the movie and go there without delay.

It's extremely rare that anyone, ever, can eat more dessert than me, but Eric managed that nearly impossible feat last night. The who - eats - more - dessert score is now 2,374 to 1. I googled "how many days in 6.5 years" rather than get out a calculator to do the math.

For the record, I got the smallest size cup they had, which was still huge, but it looked tiny compared to his, so I felt all dainty as though I ate like a bird. 

After the movie, I demanded that we watch the original. It went past 10pm, and I only fell asleep maybe 3 or 4 times.

I was exhausted from having to get up at the ass crack of dawn all weekend to beat the heat, so I slept in nice and late this morning. I thought I majorly screwed myself with running, especially since I need at least several months to recover from the boredom of the treadmill before I can attempt that again. Little did I know the weather app on my phone had a wonderful surprise in store for me.

I don't even remember the last time I ran when it was under 80 degrees - oh wait, I do, it was in California, where I was much faster. The 86% humidity, not as good, but I'll take what I can get.

My legs were feeling totally dead. It's probably time for a rest day, but I'm trying really hard to save it for this weekend when I plan on doing some partying. I haven't run in my neighborhood (other than yesterday) for 2 weeks or so, and I somehow already forgot how torturous the hills are. 

Do you share desserts? I seriously do not. Even doing the "let's each get one and have half of each so we can try two" is risky with me. You know the episode of Friends where JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD? That's so me. 

Does your significant other read your blog? Eric doesn't really understand why he should read about my day when he could just talk to me and hear about it, and I see his point. 

More importantly, do you know who that guy is? If not, please click the link.


  1. It's not a good sign when you feel like you need a rest day on a Monday but decide to wait for the weekend haha. Remember, you can't get injured because I need you to do crazy ultras with me after I pop this kid out.

    Jeff still can't wait that "Hide yo kids" video without dying of laughter. He's racist.

  2. I share desserts if you mean I take parts of my husband's dessert, but I tell him it's "for the baby" so he can't argue. It's not a two way street.

  3. No one in my life reads my blog for the same reason! My sis reads it now but that's only because she moved across the freaking ocean to Hawaii and doesn't get to see me anymore. Weird how no one I love actually cares about me :)

  4. I share other people's desserts, but not my own. We went out to dinner the other night with my in laws and my FIL freaked out when I said I didn't want a dessert. Little did he know, I just wanted to go home and eat the rest of those cookie bars.

    Mike likes to read my blog and send me corrections or tell me I'm exaggerating.

  5. Its settled. I need to move back to Baltimore, land of endless frozen yogurt options.

  6. I share desserts but only because I usually can't decide on one thing. I want two, so I'll share. If I only want one (i.e. if there is bread pudding on the menu), then sharing.

    Patrick doesn't really read my blog. He's there for most of the cool stuff, so he doesn't need to.

  7. That frozen yogurt is amazing, and Eric is now my hero. I don't really like to share desserts if it's something special - like, if I get an amazing cheesecake in a restaurant, I don't want anyone else to come near it.

  8. I'm with the rest, I share other people's desserts, but not my own. And, now I want frozen yogurt with lots of yummy toppings.

  9. So this "hide ya kids, hide ya wife" guy is from Huntsville where we live. The clip of the song never ceases to make me laugh!

    Congrats to Eric on his fro yo victory. It looked like it was delicious.

    Allan does read the blog but never leaves comments. Normally he just calls or texts me with his comment on what I've written or gives me grief for posting unflattering photos of him.


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