Boyfriend Post: Aww Babe!!!

A few days ago, I had a conversation with my best girlfriend that included me talking about what a man's man my boyfriend is, he's a handy Mr. Fix-It that doesn't buy into all that romance crap.

He shows his love for me in different ways, like waking up at 6am to drive me to work when he's got the day off or taking me out for sushi when he hates it or going to the theatre to see A Midsummer Night's Dream when he has no idea what the hell brand of English Shakespeare was speaking.

He does stuff like this because he loves me.  There's never a doubt in my mind how much my boyfriend loves me.

Keep this in mind while I take you on a story:

So today, he got out of school early and was able to pick me up after work instead of meeting at The Sharp Edge downtown to watch the afternoon Pens game.  It was a surprise and I was already in the process of changing out of my uniform when I got his textr so he was a little taken aback when I got into the car in jeans.

He seemed upset but true to man's man form, he didn't want to talk about it.  I didn't press the issue much although I could tell he was mad.  I figured he'd tell me he was ready and he did.  Then, just before puck drop, he told me he was going to get a hair cut and would be back later.

Ok what the hell?

So... I sat down to watch the game... alone... at home.  Halfway through the 2nd Period, I started wondering where he was and if he was ever coming home.

I'm not going to lie, I was starting to get annoyed.

As if on cue, the front door opened.  He came into the living room and handed me:

A Bouquet of Pink Roses

I was shocked.  My boyfriend isn't the type of guy to bring flowers home for me!  I almost didn't know what to say.  "Babe!  Why?" I managed to squeak out.  "You didn't have to do this..."

"I know," he said.  "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for earlier and... Babe, I love you so much and sometimes I forget.  I just don't want you to."

I was all kinds of "OMG"

My boyfriend totes kicks ass.

Updatez: Vicki's, Boyfriend, US Hockey!

OK so, 2 days after I went and posted about Victoria's Secret's lame craftsmanship, they sent me an email for a PINK 2 for $40 deal. Baring in mind that I had JUST posted about how I was NEVER, EVER going to shop there again, I allowed the (Hot-as-Balls) Boyfriend to pile me in the car and take me to Victoria's Secret at Ross Park Mall.

I felt dirty just for walking in.

I received the expected welcome upon crossing the threshold, its like the greeter knew I had just bashed her and her store on the oh-so-serious internet. The associate glanced up, we made eye contact, she looked me up and down then went back to folding panties (truthfully, it served as a wake up call for me as I totally didn't realize I was such a hot fucking mess that panty-folding took priority over helping me. Although, I will say this: her waist may have been tinier than mine but uh... my hair, clothes and accessories were way better then her's. BOOYAH BITCH!).

Anyway, after wandering around the front of the store for 30 seconds waiting for her to greet me, I decided to risk interrupting her focused-folding to ask her about the email I got. She was very gracious by rolling her eyes and pointing at a wall on the other side of the room.

Feeling demeaned and hating myself for going back on my word, I maneuvered around nighties and panties and bras and women. By doing so, I spotted another rack with a sign:

Oh! Well honestly, this is exactly what I was looking for. They were prepackaged in sets of nude and black or nude and white. I picked up my 36D treasure and got the hell out of there...

OR SO I THOUGHT!!

It just so happened to cross my mind that I had positively fallen in love with VSPINK's scent of Warm & Cozy. Its everything that's good in the world. When I first bought the body spray in December though, Vicki's was out of stock on the lotion so I decided to pick up the lotion while I was there... and they were having a 2 for $20 deal so what the hell, I may as well pick up the "Twinkled PINK Warm & Cozy Shimmering Fragrance Rollerball" because I'm an asshole that loves glitter even though I'll be 29 in 7 days.

All in all, I walked out with a new definition of the word "Devil."

dev·il

[dev-uhl] –noun
1.Theology.
a.(sometimes initial capital letter) the supreme spirit of evil; Satan.
b. a subordinate evil spirit at enmity with God, and having power to afflict humans both with bodily disease and with spiritual corruption.
2. an atrociously wicked, cruel, or ill-tempered person.
3. a person who is very clever, energetic, reckless, or mischievous.
4. a person, usually one in unfortunate or pitiable circumstances: The poor devil kept losing jobs through no fault of his own.
5. any of various portable furnaces or braziers used in construction and foundry work.
6. the devil, (used as an emphatic expletive or mild oath to express disgust, anger, astonishment, negation, etc.): What the devil do you mean by that?
7. Victoria's Secret.

So... yes. That definition is in Websters. This is all true.

Anyway, I had a long talk with El Boyfrienderino last week.

God, he's so awesome!

Even when we disagree about things, its still not all that bad. I finally told him where I was coming from with the whole moving in thing and the house thing and the commitment thing and blah blah blah and I'll tell you... it felt really great!

I cried and all that but at the end of the day it felt really good to cohesively get out in the open what I'd been thinking for a few months. And at the end of the night, we agreed: we love each other and don't want to end our relationship.

BAM! Thats a great starting point if you ask me. :)

So, I spent 3 days with him at his house and I cooked and cleaned (well I tried to clean, he's so tidy that I didn't need to clean). We went out and enjoyed our Stay-cation together and stayed at home and watched the Olympics and talked shit about Marty Brodeur together. Then he texted me when he said he would and he even called me to say good night last night which I wasn't expecting at all.

These are all just reasons that my boyfriend is better than your boyfriend. WOO!

Speaking of Hockey and the Olympics and Marty Brodeur: did you SEE that US/Canada last night?! If you didn't, oh dear Reader, whatthefuck is the matter with you?!

Here's a picture of Marty:

Reports from Vancouver claim that Marty Brodeur's been seen sneaking into the McDonald's located at the Olympic Village late at night and filling cooler upon cooler of water bottles with vanilla milk shakes.

When questioned, Mike Babcock was quoted as saying, "Bruce Boudreau recommended we head to KFC before each game but McDonald's is a sponsor. We have to remember which side our bread is buttered on. Besides, Marty likes those little apple pies."

When asked about Brodeur's energy level and if alternate goalies Roberto Luongo or Marc-Andre Fleury would make an appearance Babcock looked blankly at reporters for a moment then said, "Oh! Fleury! Well... Marty's been doing great and we have no plans on putting Fleury in goal because he's too young. You know Fleury IS 4 years younger than Luongo at 25 and even though he's the top of his game right now, Marty has all that experience that a 37 year old brings to the table. And I mean, Luongo DOES play for the Canucks so we'll probably be using him instead."

See, Mike Babcock? It does sound stupid. Get over your Stanley Cup grudge and play Fleury! Its easy for an armchair coach like me to say that Flower wouldn't have allowed 2 goals on 6 shots but I'm thinking that he probably wouldn't have... Also, Ryan Miller's a decent goalie but he's not as great as your team made him look last night. Sid can score on him easily. Maybe he should get more than 15 minutes of ice time. JUST SAYIN'! Woop woop!

In conclusion: Go Team USA hockey. They've proven that they can play better together than the Canadian and Russian teams and deserve their bye night. I'm proud of them... but I still think John Tortorella is a tool.

PS: I JUST found out that Ray Shero had a hand in putting together Team USA Men's Hockey. Had I known this 2 months ago, I would have put money on the US winning gold in this tournament. Sorry, Sid... I love you guy but Daddy Shero has spoken.

Heinz Catch-Up. Get it?

I'm sick.

Not sick in a figurative way but in a literal way. Remember back in late March and early April when I died? Yeah, its that kind of sick again. The Hot-as-Balls Boyfriend (yes he's still around cuz he's fucking awesome) texted me earlier saying that I have some goodies and spoiling to look forward to tomorrow. Ooh! I like both goodies and being spoiled. Sounds like this is right up my ally.

Lets see what all needs to be caught up on:


Work: The G-20 was a J-Joke. 4 months of preparation for 2 nights of absolutely nothing going on downtown except some Pitt students running around like idiots and then realizing, "oh LOL look I'm 18 and mom and dad aren't here to clean this up for me... uh... shit what do I do? Oh... I know!

"FUCK THE PO-LICE"


No asshole, fuck you. You came in here from small town Akron, OH to study psychology and when classes started at the end of August, you heard that there was about to be a meeting of the world's leaders close by. You instantly wanted a chance to tell your kids one day that you took part in a protest, you wanted to stand up for something but you're not sure what exactly so you just decided to go up to Shadyside and throw a rock at a Boston Market's front window. Why? Cuz FUCK Boston, you didn't get into Harvard! Right??


Then you decided to screw w/ Pamela's. That's how we know you're from out of town. No one from Pittsburgh would mess with Pamela's. Quit crying about your constitutional rights. When you showed up on the scene without an exit strategy, you forfeited your constitutional rights...


Let this be a lesson to you, Mr Smarter-Than-Thou-University-Student: you ALWAYS need an exit strategy. You're going to Pitt ffs; if the cops show up when you're underage drinking, you need an exit strategy. If her boyfriend shows up with you standing naked in her closet, you need an exit strategy. If the assembly turns out to be illegal because the smart ass that organized it forgot to get a permit, you need an exit strategy.


I'm glad you got shot with a rubber bullet, even if you're an innocent bystander. You shouldn't have been down there anyway.

Idiot.

Here's a picture of the guy that wins The Pittsburgh Summit:



That's an old Magnificent Mario jersey, you feeble-minded Non-Yinzers. This picture pretty much sums up why I love everything about this city.

That and reports that during gatherings, protests and demonstrations on Saturday, a bunch of Yinzers loaded up their paintball guns with black and yellow paintballs and went looking for some Wannabe Anarchists. Get fucked ResistG20. You're in Steel City.

Why G20 falls under the category of work is simple: I work downtown. My hotel housed delegations from France, Turkey and Germany. All the stereotypes are delightfully true. The secret service was ridiculously awesome.

I heard on WPXI this afternoon some facts and figures regarding how much money the city made vs spent vs how much the repair work would cost to get the city's windows back in working order. I don't remember actual numbers (because I was on 2hrs of sleep and cold medicine) but I can say that they were impressive and very large. All in all, this was a great event for Pittsburgh and I'm glad to have been a part of it on a very small level.

Boyfriend: As previously stated, he's fucking awesome. He just bought a house which he's letting me decorate. I've been getting a lot of the "Ooh! Are you moving in?" questions lately. Answer: I don't know, I don't think so... Ours is a relationship where things are sort of assumed. He keeps me around so I assume he still likes me. I'm not complaining so he assumes I'm happy. If there was a real problem, we'd each bring it up to the other.

Don't get me wrong, I am happy. He's pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'd just like to have the reassurance that I'm awesome. Even though I know I'm awesome, I want to know he thinks so too.

The point here was that if I'm moving in, it would just sort of happen over time. My clothes would just migrate over to his house. I can't imagine him ever coming up to me and saying, "Hey Jen, I was thinking... do you want to move in?"

His house is super cool mode too. It's got a koi pond! I need to start studying HGTV more.

We watch Adult Swim together and he gets really excited when Squidbillies comes on. I don't get that show... I'm much more of a Robot Chicken girl.

Sports: Summer's over which means that there's no more Pirate games to agonize over. Good! I got 2 tshirts from PNC Park for the 2 games I went to this year. That and a hot dog are about the most I'm willing to contribute to that franchise from now on... and now that I have the tshirts all future games I go to, I'll just be contributing the hot dog. Christ, the Buccos are SO bad. I hate them.

Its football season now, though you'd never know it by the Steelers' stellar record of 1 and 2... I just hope the boys are able to get their shit together against the Chargers this weekend. Losing to the Bears and the Bengals is an embarrassment. A quote from Major League II comes to mind:

"Ok guys, we've won 2 games in a row. If we win tonight, that's called a winning streak. It HAS happened before."

Replace "win" with "lose" and I think you see what I'm getting at here.

Friday is the Pens opening night and thank GOD for it. Its been a long 3 months without hockey. We're opening against the Rangers on Friday down at the Igloo. I'm stuck downtown for a few hours so I'm contemplating making a trip to the TribTron to watch the banner raising with 5000 of my friends/fellow fans. I just got my new Fleury jersey in the mail so I'm definitely wearing it to ring in the new season. Things like these are a big deal in these parts... you gotta dress up. My Hot-as-Balls Boyfriend can't make it so I'm looking for a "date" since I don't wanna go alone.

LEMME KNOW IF YINZ IS INTERESTED!!!

In the meantime, I'm gonna crawl back into bed, watch Home Movies on Adult Swim and drift off to sleep... its the little things, folks. The little things. Plus I gotta clean the place up before the Hot-as-Balls Boyfriend shows up to spoil me tomorrow.

Oh. Hi!

Its pretty pathetic that I took a week long vacation from life and then took a 3 week long vacation from blogging. I guess that's what happens when you don't do it for a week.

So here's the update: nothing's going on! Woo! Instead, I'm posting these 2 new pictures of me... exciting!

Work's gotten a lot better. The old boss getting the axe has provided room for new management to step in and start correcting a lot of old problems. He actually knows how to run a front desk. Unheard of! I've put my name in for a promotion and I'm up for review next month so I'll be getting a raise either way... the difference between the two, I'm sure, is about $3.

This city underpays its front desk people hard core. There's no way I'm getting paid competitively.

I've gone ahead and submitted my resume to a different property that's looking for a Front Desk Manager. I've never supervised a desk but somehow I think I could keep a 200 room property totally under control, meaning I don't think I'd burn it down or anything. Also the income would help since I really want to save up to be able to afford life's luxuries like new furniture, TV, computer, bed and whatever.

I've been home for almost a year, its time to get my ass in gear with this shit.

I started a new blog about working at a hotel's front desk. There's 1 whole entry so far. It'll totally be a famous book one day. Anyone that's ever worked at a front desk should contribute. Email me at jlmathieson@gmail.com with ideas, tips, anecdotes or really anything at all regarding staying at a hotel, working at a hotel... anything hotel related. Hey thanks!

The 4th of July came and went: I made cupcakes.

Yum, right? Buttercream frosting, blue decorative sugar, shoestring licorice and white gumdrops cut into a star shape. Total ownage on this cupcakes!

Micheal Jackson died. The world went on.

Regarding the personal life, my hot-as-balls boyfriend and I have been dating now for about 6 and a half months and officially a couple for about 5! Time flies. We went to Crepes Parisienne for lunch today then to the Pittsburgh Zoo. I didn't take any pictures of our crepes (tho they were super yummy!) but I went kinda crazy at the zoo.

Ever seen a baby elephant? I hadn't either till today. She was super cute and kept stealing hay out of mommy's mouth and trunk while she was trying to eat.

The Pittsburgh Zoo offers a mini petting zoo featuring the local species of deer. I'd never seen a fawn close up before but really... how cute! My hot-as-balls boyfriend thought so too!

The Pittsburgh Zoo actually offered a litany of baby animals: elephants, deer, beavers, sea lions, river otters and the coolest baby orangutan ever!

The other pictures I took didn't exactly come out perfectly so I'll have to do some cutting, cropping and resizing before I put them up. I heard a for real lion roar today too. They say you can hear it up to 5 miles away and yeah... I buy that. Its crazy!

Its 12:30 right now. I should probably go ahead and call off work. As great a day as I had today, it was semi-wrecked by a splitting headache which I haven't been able to shake since this morning. Naps, medicine and even a long, hot shower didn't cure it so I guess its a totally great idea that I'm still up and typing at the computer, right?

Anyway, there's the update. Hopefully, I'll be a little more diligent about updating again in the future.

Reason # 322 My Boyfriend is Fucking AWESOME!

Quick update before work.

Yesterday a man walked through my lobby. He was wearing the most amazing Pens tshirt I'd ever seen.

It was a perfect shade of yellow with caricatures of Sidney Crosby, Geno Malkin and Marc-Andre Fleury on the front with the caption "MALKIN IN THE MIDDLE." Anything with Flower on it is instantly a favorite (how amazing is Fleury's nickname btw) but this tshirt was top shelf. I immediately stopped the man by yelling at him and asked where he got this incredible piece of fanware.

"One of the Buccos street vendors over there on the Clemente Bridge n'at," replied the man in one of the thicker accents I'd heard in a while.

For the next 6 hours, I fixated on this shirt. I had to have it. I was telling everyone about it, even my new manager, The Guy With the Awesome Name. Since he and his wife were headed over to PNC for SkyBlast last night, he told me he'd look around for it and if I had cash, he'd definitely make the purchase and bring it back before they went to the park.

By the grace of God (and my new manager, the Guy With the Awesome Name but thats another story completely), I had cash on me! I gave him $20 and sent him on his way.

He came back dressed in jeans and a Bucco's t-shirt with a sad look on his face, "They weren't over there," he reported and handed me my money back. "But I've seen those shirts before and yeah they're awesome so I think you should check out the Strip tomorrow morning. You'll probably find them there!"

What a terrific idea, Mr. Awesome Name! I just might do that. Only problem was, I had no way to get to the strip early. Frustrated, I headed home for the night.

Fast-forwarding to after the Pens game, my Hot-as-Balls Boyfriend called to say good night. I barely remembered what his voice sounded like because I hadn't spoken to him in forever so we ended up talking for about 90 minutes (thats an hour and a half for those of you keeping score). Catching up on talking about work and life, the universe and everything, I mentioned the Mr. Awesome Name/Shirt story.

My Hot-as-Balls Boyfriend definitely agreed that Mr Awesome Name does indeed have an Awesome Name and that I was equally awesome for sending my manager to go look for a tshirt for me. Additionally, my Hot-as-Balls Boyfriend was equally bummed that I was not able to obtain a tshirt for myself during this story.

Long story short (oh look its too late): I got a text from my Hot-as-Balls Boyfriend this morning around 10:20am containing the following picture.


I might have a huge crush on Marc-Andre Fleury (that I refuse to admit to anyone btw) but I don't think that Flower would be going out of his way to go to the Strip District at 10am to find me an $8 tshirt.

I have the BEST boyfriend in the world and this is just another reason why my boyfriend is better than your boyfriend.

Also, I was supposed to be off today. Since my management team has been working 12 hour shifts, I agreed to let both of them take the day off and come in when one of my coworkers called off for tonight. Yay team players!

I tried to find a clip on youtube from Clerks of Dante crying, "I'm not even supposed to be here today" but apparently thats a hard find, which is sort of suprising considering he says it in every scene. Instead, here's a runner up: Jay and Silent Bob!!