Footprints on the Moon

Our league said goodbye to a skater who is moving to Charlottesville.

I said goodbye to 27 years and the house I grew up in as my dad packed up and moved to Oklahoma.

Lucy watched the birds

I got all dressed up.

And Pudge pretended he was a tiny kitty.

Wow, I haven’t posted a Self Portrait Sunday in awhile..I wish I would have kept up with it more over the past year while losing weight… those pictures would have been great to see. It’s fun to see them from before and now.

ANYway, this is me from this morning, in the car on the way home from practice. (Don’t worry I was not driving at the time.) As you can see, I made a pit stop at Chipotle. It was a good practice this morning, really pushed me out of my comfort zone. Yet again, I wished I’d done something like zumba fitness or running or ANYTHING physical really over derby break because man, not even halfway through and I was BEAT. One week of sitting on the couch does a number on your fitness level! So what I have I done for the rest of the day after practice? lol

It’s been a great weekend, I’m sad to see it end. It started out with a BBQ with friends at one of the derby girls houses, and then a slightly productive, mostly relaxing day ending with dinner out with my dad’s side of the family. He’s moving to Oklahoma at the end of this week, so it was a goodbye of sorts. Nice to sit and visit with family I don’t see often. Then of course today was roller derby, Chipotle, and watching Veronica Mars on Netflix. Not ready for it to end… I’m loving these summer weekends so far.

Killian: June 1, 2011

(I didn’t make this, I found it, but I’ve lost the source.)

Just in case the Wordless Wednesday post was too subtle… Recently, I did this:

Somewhere there is a picture of me holding that ponytail up in the air like one of those sport trophies, but I can’t find it right now. In any case, the hair had reached a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It was getting caught in things all the time, was a pain every time I wanted to roll over in bed, not to mention how long it took me to comb the tangles out and blow dry it every day!

So I busted out the measuring tape, determined it was long enough to donate to Locks of Love and the rest is history. The only time I ever regret chopping it off is times like right now… I woke up really late this morning, so it looks scary. And it’s static-y but I have no way to pull it back! But I get a lot of compliments so it all works out

Like video killed the radio star? Get it? Haha? Oh well. In any case, I think it’s pretty obvious at this point that Facebook killed my blog.

It’s too easy to click over to myFacebook page*, write a couple sentences and receive nearly instant feedback… compared with trying to think of something interesting to say that’s long enough to fill out a blog post. Maybe share some pictures. It sounds sad, but sometimes, just that much takes too much effort. Life is busy and stressful, and the effort it takes to write out something thoughtful that anyone would care about is just more than I want to deal with.

Did I mention the instant feedback on Facebook? I like instant feedback. You really don’t have to feel like you’re missing anything though… mostly I’ve just been complaining about a lack of sleep and how sore I am from roller derby. Fun times!

*Not my Facebook page. What? You thought I was going to link you there directly? Sorry, you’ll have to do your own stalking!

When I was busy ignoring my blog, I neglected to tell you all that this happened:

That might be hard to see (at least it is on this computer), but that’s my Stella. Broken. This happened waaay back on January 20th… the roads were snow covered, and my damn anti-stop brakes activated and slid me straight through a stop sign, where a car (traveling way too fast) in the other direction hit me.

I’ve got her back now, but she’s still not completely fixed. I feel like I need to handcuff myself to one of those steel buildings and demanding her full restoration! Also? will not be using that body shop in the future.

They day they said my car would be done, they called me in the morning and asked if I had another key. They had LOST my only key and remote to the car. So they said they’d either find it or buy me a new one. When I went to pick up the car, they handed me the new key, no remote. I’m still waiting on the remote– it’s been 2 weeks since I picked up my car.

They also pointed out the interior panel on the driver’s side door is cracked, they are still waiting on that part to come in, but they’ll be able to swap it out while I wait. Still waiting. In the meantime, the locking mechanism on the driver’s side door was not properly reinstalled and now doesn’t work at all. Which means that in order to lock/unlock my car without a remote, I have to walk around and crawl through the passenger side door. NOT HAPPY.

Add to all of this, my driver’s seat ROCKS. You know how when you get an off balance chair at a restaurant and you can rock the whole thing back and forth with your foot? Yeah… I can do that with my driver’s side seat. I can feel it shift every time I brake or accelerate. NOT HAPPY.

In the end, I’m sure they’ll get the problems taken care of. Uh, I hope. But if there ever is a next time, I think I’ll suck it up and pay the extra tow fee to drop the car off at the dealership, where I can be assured it will be done right, the first time.

Photo by Jason King, King Photography.

My poor blog. It is so neglected. I made the decision back in November to keep paying for the domain name and hosting though, so I really should get around to writing on it a little more!

True to form though, when things get stressful in my life, I quit talking. For the past week or so, the doings in my life have been things I don’t necessarily want to put out there for the whole world to see. So I don’t write anything at all. It’s not like I don’t have the time… my job is basically to monitor wireless cctv cameras all day, so suffice it to say, there is plenty of down time.

There’s plenty I could be saying too… that picture up above, for example. That might be my favorite derby picture ever. It was taken a couple weeks ago, at our league’s first tournament. For a good portion of this game, I felt like I was struggling, or stuck in the back of the pack as the other team’s “goat”. In this picture however, I’m in front of them and appear to be hitting someone! We ended up losing that particular game (we won one, lost one in the tournament), but it was an absolute blast! After our bout was over, we headed back to the hotel and had a group pool party before some girls packed up and headed for home and the rest of us went in search of dinner and the after party. It was a super long and tiring weekend, but I don’t think any of us would have traded it for anything!