*blue balls not included.
Do y’all do a lot of reflection on your birthdays? I had to spend 30 minutes in an MRI machine; so while the rest of my day was chaotic, random and busy, I had that YOU-CAN’T-MOVE-AT-ALL kind of downtime to let “turning 35″ sink in.
My thoughts… *sigh*
No, I didn’t wake up feeling any older. In fact, I hardly slept to wake up to anything (save for some seriously early... 
Last month, I mentioned that I had x-rays for my wrist. The determination was that there were no visible fractures. Well, I was back in the doctor’s office yesterday — this time an orthopedist — because I’m still having some pain/discomfort and mobility/functionality issues (btw, “functionalibility” is not a word!). The doc (who was AWESOME, and if you ever need a sports... 
You know those “things to do” on a Life or Bucket List that you never really thought of until AFTER the event or moment happened?
Yeah, that’s my “Getting an item autographed by Stan Lee in person”… and that happened this past Sunday. I’m not sure how I could have missed adding this life event to my list, but it was there, I assure you.
This guy (pictured above),... 
I had the recent (super fun and mind-bending) task of attempting to remember Every Single Address that I’ve lived at for the last 10 years, along with the people who resided WITH me in those locations, for a background check (yes, I’m getting the checks on my background for a new job opp). It was your enviable trip down Memory Lane or some such… otherwise known as: an embarrassing display... 
Why are vacations so difficult to write about after the fact? Well, this has been sitting in my drafts for long enough, and I practically wrote a post in my head while falling asleep, so hopefully the words will flow as easily as they did last night.
Who was it who said: you know you had an awesome vacation, when you had a great time, but you can’t wait to get home.? Someone on Twitter... 
I swear that I used to know how to do this. This, being the assurance that I won’t die because of lack of essential dietary requirements and/or hunger itself. And I’m pretty sure in my former life that all of this involved a microwave. And a bottle of Jack Daniels. I lived on my own for years… how in the hell did I make it this... 
Pittsburgh Roller Derby fans, we’re one month away from our season opener!
Steel Hurtin’ (my team, woot!) and Blitzburgh Bombers vs. Bleeding Heartland Roller Girls
March 17, 2012 @ Romp n’ Roll (Glenshaw)
Action starts at 6.30pm
In the SCDD’s 2012 Home Opener, the Steel Hurtin’ and Blitzburgh Bombers will take on Bleeding Heartlands’ Flatliners and Code Blue Assassins, respectively.... 
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. 
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.
