There hasn’t been much to talk about. Firstly, this article is floating around the office:

http://finance.yahoo.com/career-work/article/109519/5-ways-to-ensure-mediocrity-in-your-organization?mod=career-leadership

4/5, way to go work! You make most of us here very depressed and unfulfilled! If the job market and mountains of student debt didn’t suck… Well at least I have a job. I keep telling myself that but it’s getting less and less encouraging.

Yes I realize if this was discovered I would be in trouble at work. But, I also get in trouble if I’m “not in my seat and working at 9 am on the dot.” I get passive aggressive scolding for trying to politely correct some of the myths my boss was spewing forth about pitbulls. Nevermind I volunteer at an animal shelter and work with pitbulls.

Get the idea?

On a lighter note, roller derby is worth the bruises. I wake up everyday with cheerful kitties lying next to me and in between my beautiful boy and myself. I have great friends and a beautiful house. So yay for me!

When I wear heels, T always comments on how well I walk in them and how many women look stupid trying to clomp around in 4 inch heels. That makes my feminine side beam and my masculine side go “HA EAT IT YOU STUMBLING WENCHES! But only to those ladies who think they’re awesome in their heels.

I’m what’s called ‘fresh meat’ in the world of roller derby. It’s when you’re learning how to play and aren’t on a team yet. For the league I’m in, we have to go through four tests in order to be able to be drafted onto a team. Skills, contact, rules and a final scrimmage. After all of that then I can call myself a real derby girl.

I passed the first test, skills. I’m now learning the contact part of derby. So far, I’m really good at checking. Years of hockey will do that. However, other parts, like booty blocking and leg trapping aren’t going so hot.

That picture is of the left side of my left thigh. That’s what happens when you slam down on the same spot a few dozen times.

My balance kind of sucks. Any suggestions on how to improve it?

It’s already 6 on Saturday- where did this day go! Sad sad sad! And it’s cold and rainy to boot. Oh Pittsburgh- one day I’m rocking the central air, the next I need the heat on.

To make myself feel a little better, I went the girly route and made myself pretty. T asked if I had a date later on. “Why are you getting so dressed up to go to Dunkin’ Donuts?” I didn’t know a Canadian Tuxedo was “dressing up.” I did put on makeup and wore more than a tshirt and jeans so I guess that’s dressing up to him. Oh laziness, without you I’d look a hell of a lot better.

This is “dressing up” to my love, T.

I know, sunnies on a rainy day? They’re my aviators, and they’re amber colour, so it makes overcast days a little sunnier. And what can I say, they express my ‘tude pretty well.

On a completely new note, let’s go Pens. Don’t follow the path of the Caps- that’s like walking down an alley and getting teabagged by a herp-infested homeless man.

A little tidbit about me: I have ulcerative colitis. What that means, in simple terms? My colon likes to cause ne great pain and lots of long trips to the bathroom. It’s much better than it was in high school- back then I’d be sick at least 5 times a week, and it would be bad. I’d be so weak and tired after an episode… I’ve had it since around age 11 or 12 but it wasn’t diagnosed until 16. I had medicine after the diagnosis but it didn’t really help. The stressors I had at that time were too much. UC is made much worse with stress.

Anyway, I was getting sick so often back then that I dropped to 103 pounds at my worst. My weight fluctuated a lot too- anywhere from 125 to 103. In my senior year it was the worst it had ever been and that’s when I dropped to 103.

It’s been a struggle. You have to joke about it, otherwise people are going to wonder why you have to sprint to the bathroom to unload after a dinner. Yeah, there’s a lot of poop jokes. Perhaps it’s immature, but it seems to explain things pretty well. It goes with my brutally honest and open personality. Why dance around a poopy (see what I did there) subject around people who are going to be around you a bit. I’m not brash about it with people I’ve just met/don’t know well/older people at work.

But if you’re going to give me shit (oh I am on a roll) about spending 20 mins in the bathroom, expect a snarky, detailed comment back.

Here I sit, in the stall at work that has a weird door that makes it so you have to squeeze in it, typing on my iPhone about UC. Unlike the torrential attacks of my youth, now it’s like a calm for a few days and WHAM. This stall is like my second home.

There you go. There’s a post on poop. Take that, nearly completed journalism degree!

I forgot about these shoes last summer, so I’m going to make up for lost time.

I hate windows. Day two of my work computer being a bitch.

… Is on. I’ve been threatened by SWF. My knees, they shake.

I hope I’m interesting enough to entertain!

Anyway, this day is dragging. Did you know:

John Cusack has a Twitter? Rotties actually cause more fatal bites than pitties? And small dogs bite way way more than either. It’s just that those don’t get reported… Bill Cosby also has a Twitter. The place where I work has horrible pink walls and pink carpet.

A typical date night for me and T. I’m eating cheese and he’s cursing at the tv.

And… here we go. I need an outlet so let’s try this blogging stuff shall we? First things:

What this blog will attempt to cover:

1. General life in the world of bitty cent

2. Design and fashion, my two hobbies that translate well to the interwubs.

3. Hockey talk. What can I say, I love it.

4. Roller derby: I’m working my way through derby bootcamp for the Steel City Derby Demons. I’ll let you know how this goes!

5. Random: It happens.

Eventually, I’ll attempt a custom theme. I’m a bit busy for that right now though.