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{conversations with the boyfriend} home decorating

A conversation started about our yearly neighborhood yard sale — which I cannot attend this weekend due to work and derby, but the boyfriend intends to troll early for “the good stuff.” I’m particularly looking to add some old house stuff into our decor for some character. Me: You know what I like, right? Boyfriend: No. I see you pick out weird stuff, and I’m all wtf?! But...

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An impromptu date night with Bill Maher

I tried to get tickets to Bill Maher for the boyfriend for our anniversary, but I was seemingly the LAST LIBERAL IN PITTSBURGH to hear about him coming to town. It was sold out. Then, at happy hour dinner on Friday (at Las Velas, naturally), we were trying to figure out our plan of action for the evening. I saw a tweet about the Power game, but couldn’t remember why it wasn’t on my calendar...

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I think we need a bigger coffee pot.

Are you a coffee drinker? Can you date a non-coffee drinker? This important issue is oftentimes a non-negotiable in relationships — a divisive and significant offense to us, the coffee-drinking souls of the dating world… and the purpose behind the fourth chapter of my never-to-be-finished book: “Never Trust a Guy Who Doesn’t Drink Coffee.” AB & I were on opposite sides of...

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Winning the War of the Battle of the TVs… and the sexes.

I’ve finally convinced the boyfriend that we needed to remove the TV from our bedroom for various reasons relative to my insomnia and to, um… “other” certain bedroom activities. This, after arguing against the TV in the living room — the current and planned relocation of said bedroom TV; he has a separate media room, so I haven’t been adamant about giving up ALL OF THE...

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3 Years of Irish Drunken Love

This post also known as: Can you believe someone has put up with my shit for three years? On St. Patrick’s Day, there are drunks and rainbows. And some little people… but that would fuck up this allegory. Let’s pretend that the holiday exploits little CATS, k? In this path of life categorized as a relationship, two quarter-Irish people met on a day infamous for drinking and saw some...

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{the week} I like wine with my wine, thankyouverymuch!

And my wine with my vodka. But not really, because I’M OLD AND CANNOT HANDLE THE HANGOVERS. Ahem. the week: Valentine’s Day was this week… you know, that holiday that I poo-poo’d. We kept on the tradition I started last year of having fondue (celebrated on Sunday, since Tuesday was a practice night for me). It was delicious. And reaffirms all I need is him and cheese and bread and...

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{awesome sauce} IT EXISTS!

Someone on your shopping list need some extra AWESOME? {open to read more AWESOME}

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{holiday spirit} Mel’s Christmas Gift Guide for the men who annoy, tolerate or complete you.

Ho-Ho-Ho! Oh, so now it’s the last minute and essentially you’re fucked. But I’m going to share this gift guide with you anyway. So… CONGRATS! You survived long enough to not get dumped before Christmas. I mean, no man is that much of a dick he’d dump you the day before a holiday and after all the gifts are purchased, right? RIGHT?! Men’s gifts come in three easy...

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{musical interlude} hey, baby, that’s our song!

You know that saying about smell being tied to memory? Boy, does music seemingly pull out some wonky emotions for me. I got a flash of horrific nostalgic memory upon listening to Boyz II Men's Twenty (courtesy of Rdio) this afternoon. Seriously, I heard "I Shoulda Lied" and I wanted to go back in time and kick all my ex-boyfriends in the throat. Ew. {open to read more... with videos!}

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The epitome of Battle of the Sexes.

This is dumb. I brought to this relationship an almost-new hand can opener that has the most awesome of rubber grips and non-rusted, can cutter-mechanisms. Seen on left. His: old, rusted, barely turns, hardly cuts and is completely awkward to use. Seen on right. We upgraded most of his hand-me-down utensils and such when I first moved in; my “stuff” was noticeably nicer — and lesser...

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We had a conversation about… Hanson.

Mel: Hanson is on Dancing With the Stars. Don't you want to watch it...

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Oh, the dreamy places you’ll go!

I had a dream last night where someone asked me how many people I've been in love with. In my dream, I answered, "Five."

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Is that a pick-up line?

In Chicago, after completely passing out from a day full of beer drinking, AB jolted awake out of nowhere and exclaimed:

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Another year drunker…

On this day, two years ago, I went home with some random drunk. Scratch that, he wasn't so much "random" as he was a "stalker." Kinda. {open to read more}

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The {financial} battle of the sexes

I’m have no shame in admitting that I am NOT the breadwinner in this household. I just started my writing business last year and well, the boyfriend is a computer science dork. I will likely never be able to reach that kind of nerd-specific income, even if I published three books and regularly contributed to People Magazine. And I’m totally OK with it — my lifestyle is a LOT less...

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Kind of a “would you rather” question.

Ooh-ooh! A great post from Heiss Chic today over at Technical Support. I’m curious what you think (and please join in the conversation over at her blog too!): on a day when you look exceptionally good, would you rather run into your ex-boyfriend or your boyfriend’s ex? As I commented on her blog that I could give two shits about my boyfriend’s exes (if you can even call them that…...

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No, it’s not. You’re wrong.

As previously mentioned, the boyfriend and I suffer from a variety of communication issues (as I’m sure MOST couples can relate to). Because of that, we have the stupidest arguments. Anyways, I was totally PMS-bitchy this week and kitchen-sinked him about his poor cleaning skills and something about fecal matter on the counter. Seriously, he put the LID of the litter box ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER. I...

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White Christmas: the Cleveland, err Akron, Frontier

We went back to Ohio for five days, of which we spent most in the Akron area — AND I got to see all of my sisters (and two out of three brothers). Our family did a pasta bar slash White Elephant Party that I hope to celebrate similarly for the next decade. So much great (cheesy, saucy) food and fun gifts under one roof (and I stole a much-sought-after Smucker’s Sundae gift set from my mom...

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You Know What I Hate?

Well, that title is rhetorical because there is an ever-rotating laundry and “honey-do” list of things I hate. Add to that: Crowds Dirty pans that sit on the stove for three days (and especially that grill pan that I cannot use the scrubber on… UGH) Touching surfaces in public (doors, revolving doors, railings, elevator buttons) Elevators, for that matter Slow drivers in the PASSING lane...

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I don’t have a life insurance policy!

Since this flu/cold/immune system compromise thing has kicked my ass for yet another day, I missed our apartment building holiday party last night. Naturally, I sent AB down for food because they typically put out a serious spread (including beer and wine, which if I was well, would have been all kinds of awesome) — just a few nibbles, being that I don’t have much of an appetite. And he’s...