Fourth blog, In which my hair is pink and I hurt my leg in a stupid way.

Yes that's right, I dyed my hair pink. Let's get this out of the way right now... here ya go.

That's a picture of me with no makeup on at 8:30 am before my coffee.  Its a rare thing for the feral Charity-beast to be seen in its natural habitat. You should count yourselves lucky. All four of you.

So yes. Pink hair. If you're asking yourself why, the truth is (in a very Ramona-esque fashion) I change my hair a lot. Its really not a big thing, at least not for me. Hair is my ultimate accessory. I can't do much with it because it doesn't really grow well and there's not much to it, but I like to change my hair color with my mood. This year it has been red, black, blonde, black with blue highlights, and now pink. Its also gone through a few style changes, most recently with me trying for the first time to cut it myself. I found out that I am not good at cutting my own hair. It needs cut again but I'm thinking about giving it another try, just because  its easy for me to know how I want it to look (not so easy to get it there.) Also I'm a little embarrassed that I might go in and the straightforward Korean woman who cuts my hair might ask me what the hell I did to my head.

This week has been particularly trying in a lot of ways. Work has been hell. We currently have two coupons floating around online, one on City Deals and one on KSL Daily Deals. Every once in a while one of the sites will "feature" our coupon and then we will get a few dozen calls about them, which always makes my day tougher. However on Thursday, both sites featured us on the same day. I was getting so overwhelmed I just stopped answering the phone. Friday morning, which Fridays are always busier because I have to schedule technician routes for both Saturday and Monday, I walked in to the office and had 20 voicemails. I got so behind and in such a rush that I left the office without even scheduling Monday's route. I completely forgot. My boss had to come in on Saturday and do it for me. When I figured that out Monday morning I felt like a douche. But they were really cool about it so that's awesome. If anyone needs pest control, the company I work for really is pretty awesome.

After Thursday's grinding workday I was ready to let loose at roller derby. Especially knowing that after derby would be drinks at Piper Down and I personally had never gone to the post practice beverage party before. I was stoked. I could not stop watching the clock. We practiced one foot glides, weaving, hitting, skating in pack formation, and working together as pairs. Then, after changing my shirt and rinsing the sweat out of my hair (benefit #2 of having short hair) and off my face, we headed over to the bar. What was especially awesome was that my husband was there with me. I really treasure the rare occasions when we get to go out together and it meant to much to me that he tagged along. I'm sure that he was overwhelmed by the sheer release of all the adrenaline we had in our systems... there truly ain't no party like a derby girl party. We danced, drank, talked and cavorted all with the fervor that you might imagine 20 sweaty amped up girls would have. Enter my leg injury... someone decided that they would try to put their leg up on one of the support beams on the dance floor. In my mind, I thought "Well I was a dancer in high school and I used to be able to do that..." and then the shot of Jameson I just had added "so you can totally STILL do it!! Wooo!" So I hiked my leg up in a very cheerleader-esque pose (if your school had cheerleaders that were 40 pounds overweight,  slightly buzzed and not quite as flexible as they once were. I know mine did.) and my knee went "crack!" and I felt the familiar twinge of hyper-extension. Didn't stop me from doing it two more times. I did, after all, get my leg the straightest out of everyone. Silly girls.

So Friday came along with me limping and my work day overstuffed with too much to do. Saturday night was IndyGo Wylde's Corset and Glamour birthday party and again I was excited to hang out with my ladies. Now what happens at Gyro's house stays at Gyro's house for the most part, but I will say that I have never been so openly welcomed into a group of people as I was with these guys. I pulled out my sonic screwdriver LED flashlight and it was geek love all around. We talked about Dr. Who, Dungeons and Dragons, comic books, Star Wars, and we had shots... Indy and I had lots of shots of Jack Daniels. And I had some kind of lime rum and mojito mix stuff that tasted like lemonade. And there was food. Oh god the food. Cheescake brownies and creamy potatoes and a cake shaped like a woman in a corset... we had fun. We got drunk and hot tubbed and ate and watched YouTube... it was a ball. And I met a lot of new people that are geeks after my own heart. Sunday was spent tired and hung over, Monday was spent catching up from the weekend, and here I am now... um... blogging instead of taking advantage of this lull in my day to get caught up on paperwork. So with that, I had better plug away. But my sort of deep thoughtful closing remark of this blog is short, sweet, and pertinent... "Know where your loyalties lie." This is so important. Don't give credence (or Creedence. Nobody borrows my Creedence.) to people who are only your friends so they can get something from you. Give when it makes you happy to give, whether or not you get something in return. Give and return favors without holding back. Good, true friends and loved ones are rare jewels to be treasured. Know your worth and the worth of those around you and be true to who you are.

"I cannot abide useless people."