Mel

{the week} I see your true colors shining through… but that’s why I love you.

Mistakes: we all make them. But being called out on them really puts my panties in a bunch (as well as a high-set of eyeball rollbacks and a distinguishing grimace on my face). I attempt to be diplomatic in my responses to this type of situation, but is it ultimately just my uncanny ability to NEVER BE WRONG that makes making mistakes so… personally wrenching? Gah. I FUCK UP TOO, PEOPLE. I’M...

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{the week} Ain’t no mountain high enough… wait, is that a 4-20 reference?

the week: This week has been filled with highs… and unfortunately, some lows. But through the smiles and tears (and uncomfortable talks), I discover my strengths and faults. With that realization, I need to make some changes in various parts of my life to achieve my goals. And I know this paragraph is worse than your old college friend VagueBooking, but there are some things that I’m just not...

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{the week} on the road again…

the week: I never thought that we’d go back to Indiana, after our friends moved away from the dreadful state last year (visiting them in Charleston, SC is SO much better). But here it is: another year, another annual road trip to the Most Boring State on the Map. At least we can grab some Alpha King for our troubles… Practice, practice, practice! Besides practices, the only eventful, “for...

Mel

Huge Group of Girls: battle of the XX chromosomes

This weekend I had a couple nights out with two distinctively different groups of women who were “new to me.” As in, never met them before. And since I was in Columbus visiting, I was invited to join them on subsequent nights out as an invitee of my college friend (who I’ve known now for over 15 years). Hooray, girls night! (and, um, I guess the guy that you’re dating too) The...

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{the week} my new hobby would be day drinking on the patio, if I didn’t have things to do. And there were no bugs.

the week: We have patio furniture! Do you know how tedious this type of adventure is? Most patio furniture sucks — and is super uncomfortable. And when you find something you kind of like, what the hell, is it expensive. But since I’ve moved my work outdoors for the season (or at least, temporarily, says Local Weather Guy) and my doctor says I need some Vitamin D, I need places to sit and get...

Mel

{the week} recovery

the week: My week started in New Orleans. Ended in Pittsburgh. I still have a bad case of the sways. And Boat Crud. Whatever sickness I had before vacation went away long enough to resurface during our last couple days in Nola. I was that annoying dry-cougher on the entire plane ride. TAKE YOUR AIRBORNE, PASSENGERS! Also: fucking pilots. why do they bother to even remark about how “smooth...

Mel

{the week} vacation on the brain

As much as I want to enjoy a stress-free vacation, I’m already stressing out about HOW WILL I RELAX?! I swear that every trip shaves another year off my life. Also, I realized that my Xanax prescription is from 2002. That translates to: INEFFECTIVE. Looks like I’ll be making a traveling care package of varied mini bottles… SCRATCH THAT! Easy-peasy call to the doctor, and I have one...

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{the week} so many exclamations!!! AND SHOUTING!

the week: all three of my cats had vet appointments. I had my annual vag tune-up. Everything is furry, tested and in working condition. WAAAAAAIIIIIIITTTT A MINUTE… I had a Friend Date for Billy Elliot this week, which started with drinks at Andy’s and dinner at Habitat (I give good date). The musical, I adored. Oh how I laughed and squeed! For most of the production, I was high in my seat with...

Mel

{the week} january is over & this week is almost all about food and drinking

the week: oh, that pesky Phil saw his shadow, which means SIX MORE WEEKS of this awesome winter weather. Glass half full, guys. It’s Friday, so here’s a cute cat picture: Curious, this one, about EVERYTHING. Like I am about 30 WAYS & DAYS OF MAC N’ CHEESE. Every time I think there isn’t a God… weekend: duh, derby! Come to the Sweetheart Valentine’s Bout & Open...

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{the week} my plate is full… of awesome!

the week: do you know what it’s like to exercise for 3.5 hours straight? How about that length of time for continuous play of roller derby? I can already tell that my endurance is improving — one of my goals for the season. But if you see me limping around like an old lady, showing off arms-full of bruises, YOU KNOW WHY. *sigh* And I love every minute of it. Underwear Afternoons? Have you heard...

Mel

{the week} Cheers to good friends, good food & good health.

the week: Toast! Kitchen & Wine Bar for Pittsburgh Restaurant Week with a group of friends. I strayed off the chef’s tasting menu, and selected my own four courses. And everything was delicious — especially the beef tongue chili and CARROT CAKE BREAD PUDDING. Where did you enjoy a local meal this week? Speaking of pudding, KEN RICE PUDDING… I haven’t stopped laughing all...

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What this weekend needs is more Missy Elliott.

Can I commiserate with the sentiment that this summer is going WAY TOO FAST?! I'm pretty sure we're booked through the end of August; myself, with a variety of events and requisite derby activities... especially now that I've added Monday nights to my practice schedule. {oh, but there's MORE!}

Mel

{pursuit} of clarity

I haz the confoozed head today. I have had this tab open to WordPress for my entire work day -- clicked back-and-forth a few times -- and still have nothing to say (even though my notes and drafts read otherwise). Other than that, I had a monster of a hangover Sunday (that I'm very likely still reeling from). Self-induced, naturally, after an after-bout party for the ages.

Mel

Birthday Shenanigans, AKA: I’m 34.

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...}

Mel

Jesus Juice and Cocoa Butter

I do not drink the juice. Unless it is whipped cream vodka. Holy crap, that stuff is good. Too bad it’s a shitty brand because I would have loved more than one drink. Where to begin. Weekend weirdness. To say I was accosted by bible thumpers in Public Square between the bar and home on a Friday night is a gross overstatement, but for serious… This guy — thinking he was an everyday...

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Weekend update

Thanks to the wonderful suggestion of the one-and-only Cleveland Bachelor in finally getting my ass over to Cinematheque (where I thought I’ve been before, but perhaps not) to see “We Live in Public” on Friday night. It was a fantastic documentary about Josh Harris — a man who should be familiar, but unfortunately is not. So, if you like social media, history on the beginnings of...