*blue balls not included.
I was brainstorming some 365 Projects ideas (after seeing some on YOUR blogs) for the year when the Adventures of Finger Spidey just… sort of happened.
My sister, her boyfriend and my niece were in Pittsburgh visiting me last week, and I naturally took them through The Strip (among other neighborhoods in the city). We walked into one of those knit goods store, and I walked out with a decidedly... 
Oooh, gifts. The secondary meaning of Christmas. The proof in the pudding of HOW WELL DOES MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER KNOW ME?!
I was happy that I had the opportunity to cuddle some kitties at the Humane Society prior to leaving for Ohio. Although it broke my heart every time I wished a cat a Merry Christmas. I hope they find warm, friendly homes this season. But I digress…
AB & I spent Christmas Eve... 
Yep. This card happened.
And I was the judge, so AB was most definitely not winning this round.
I just love playing games on holidays. So. Much.... 
Did I tell you about that time I was living a microwave-free lifestyle? Because that is happening. I mean, the living-without-a-microwave thing. Like, RIGHT NOW. {open to read more homeownership craziness} 
This t-shirt about summed up my morning mood (tired, with a little bit of hangover). Regardless, I was SO MUCH HAPPY (as seen in that muscular smile) once I was on the back of that horse. But I could also be holding back the laughter from realizing (and hearing) that I totally ripped a hole in the back of my jeans when I climbed up on said horse. OK, a BIGGER hole.
The horse’s name was Bubba. I kept... 
Look at this: ANOTHER GIVEAWAY! Way to make blogging interesting this month, eh? {OPEN TO READ AND ENTER}
During the boyfriend's stay-cation a couple weeks ago, we enjoyed a perfectly-sunny (and low on the humidity) day at the water park: SANDCASTLE (just a short 15-minute drive outside the city).
I was mostly interested in sitting on a tube in the lazy river all day. The boyfriend, however, was more psyched about doing the super slides. You know, the ones that I have sworn off since I was a kid watching in awe (and observing the serious cases of boob slippage and wedgies). And an aside: I HATE waterslides without using a tube or mat of some sort.
Regardless: enter the Lightning Express -- EXTREME BODY SLIDE. 
I was waiting for a package to arrive from Amazon. And it was delivered yesterday. But I also received THIS BOOK: A Lion in the Bedroom by Pat Cavendish O' Neill. A book that I had on my wish list for some time. It's out of print, and I haven't been able to find a copy for less than $80. But here was the book. 
Oh, birthdays. While I don't really enjoy your age association, I truly love your celebration. Especially in its Weekend Bender form.
Truth be told, I didn't get much sleep this weekend. And feeling a little like I'm paying for that in the way of a sore throat and general lethargy today -- but hey, it's my MF'ing Birthday! {open to read more shenanigans...} 
My first attempt to sweeten up the boyfriend's stomach was with homemade cinnamon rolls.
The second, was an actual MEAL -- fondue, for Valentine's Day. *brushes shoulder off*
My first attempt at cooking for the boyfriend went well, with something I feel comfortable doing: baking. So, I made wonderful cinnamon rolls. And the boyfriend approved.
The second task I picked as my 25 project was a “surprise” for Valentine’s Day. This was no easy task, as not only was dinner my responsibility — so was the freaking grocery shopping. AB was ALL kinds of nervous,... 
I had the pleasure of spending my last two Friday nights at the ToonSeum — a wonderful place in Pittsburgh’s downtown Cultural District dedicated to the world of cartoons, its characters and the cartoonists behind those friends with whom you shared your Saturday mornings over a bowl of sugar-coated cereal. And yes, comic superheroes too.
Last week, I jumped on a friendly invite to their... 
I signed up to make 25 new things this year, alongside Lead Paint Cookbook (among others). At one point, I was supposed to post a list of my 25, but you know that thing about time… THAT and that, well, getting behind blazing new trails in the cooking world was something I WANTED to do, but my brain was telling me, “YOU SO CRAZY!” And now without setting myself up for any unnecessary... 
Aside from my womanly-business appointment, I’m pretty bad at keeping regular medical appointments. I’m terrified of the dentist. I can’t seem to find a regular doctor that isn’t a curmudgeonly old… well, dick. And my glasses? Those babies were at least as old as my 21st birthday.
I vaguely remember going to one of those mall stores for an appointment… maybe, six years... 
This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
