Very Random Picture Post

In other words, I cleaned off my cell phone.

This darlings, is why you ALWAYS come to a party when I invite you. Asian riding Racer while Racer does push ups. Win.

I wish I could remember where I got that dress. I need one in every color. Loved it. That was taken on my way to my friend Nay’s wedding. Their wedding song? Don’t Stop Belivin’. I love my friends.

My friend Donnie redid an old tattoo of mine. He used to live/work in Indy, now he’s in Chicago and he’s awesome. If you are in the Chi-town area and want a tattoo, I will more than gladly give you his info!

And finally, Lenore has a ribbon on her head. Your argument is invalid.

Very Random Picture Post

In other words, I cleaned off my cell phone.

This darlings, is why you ALWAYS come to a party when I invite you. Asian riding Racer while Racer does push ups. Win.

I wish I could remember where I got that dress. I need one in every color. Loved it. That was taken on my way to my friend Nay’s wedding. Their wedding song? Don’t Stop Belivin’. I love my friends.

My friend Donnie redid an old tattoo of mine. He used to live/work in Indy, now he’s in Chicago and he’s awesome. If you are in the Chi-town area and want a tattoo, I will more than gladly give you his info!

And finally, Lenore has a ribbon on her head. Your argument is invalid.

Naked Llama!

I’ve been trying to find someone to shear my llama since the temp got over 80 degrees. Poor Flippy has been sitting in kiddie pools, playing in the sprinkler, doing anything he can to beat the heat!
Finally Saturday I found a woman who was willing to handle my *ahem* feisty llama! She came out, tied a towel over his head (to work as a blindfold and spit catcher) and started shearing. It took about 2 hours to take Flippy from a this:

to this:

After that his feet got clipped, he got his shots, and got worm junk squirted down his throat.
He was NOT HAPPY.

As soon as we took the towel off his face and turned him loose he GLARED. Such a pissed off llama! In his very dignified llama manner, he snorted dewormer all over us, stepped into his kiddie pool, and started licking his salt lick.

An hour later he was over being angry, as he felt incredibly cool! He hopped and skipped around with the mini horses, got into the bag of treats, tore a small branch off a tree and took off running with it… back to normal for Flippy I would say!

Naked Llama!

I’ve been trying to find someone to shear my llama since the temp got over 80 degrees. Poor Flippy has been sitting in kiddie pools, playing in the sprinkler, doing anything he can to beat the heat!
Finally Saturday I found a woman who was willing to handle my *ahem* feisty llama! She came out, tied a towel over his head (to work as a blindfold and spit catcher) and started shearing. It took about 2 hours to take Flippy from a this:

to this:

After that his feet got clipped, he got his shots, and got worm junk squirted down his throat.
He was NOT HAPPY.

As soon as we took the towel off his face and turned him loose he GLARED. Such a pissed off llama! In his very dignified llama manner, he snorted dewormer all over us, stepped into his kiddie pool, and started licking his salt lick.

An hour later he was over being angry, as he felt incredibly cool! He hopped and skipped around with the mini horses, got into the bag of treats, tore a small branch off a tree and took off running with it… back to normal for Flippy I would say!

Some things I’ve noticed from derby…

1. I have just as many socks without feet (for under my elbow pads) as I have socks with feet.

2. My contact list on my phone reads like a call girl list. Sweet C, Strawberry Jam, etc.

3. If I go to an all night store, I am very likely to be handed pamphlets advising me how to escape from my abusive relationship.

4. My cats will always sniff my shoes after practice and make the “stinky face”.

5. It is quite possible that my neighbors think I’m a hooker. I walk out of the house at odd hours in panties, tights, knee high socks, and carrying a suitcase. (for my skates) Sometimes, when we have an event, I’m wearing hot pants and a corset, or a tutu, or some other mad get up. I come home after several hours limping and bow legged. They don’t let their children talk to me anymore…

6. I have to physically be stopped from treating the grocery store as my own personal derby track. Apparently hip checking in aisle 3 is not socially acceptable.

7. Hanging out with derby girls has made it so that I am, in general, no longer socially acceptable.

8. I have forgotten that “normal” people will not respond with the same amount of delight that I am used to when I pull my pants down in public and show them THE BIGGEST ASS BRUISE EVER.

9. Ditto for the bruises on my boobs.

10. When the people come to your door and asked whether or not you are saved, it’s apparently not OK to burst into a chorus of Uncle Leon and the Alibis, “Roller Derby Saved My Soul”.

11. My lawn will never be mowed in a timely manner again. (Until I learn how to mow in skates)

12. I own more pairs of tights than I do pants.

13. If someone grabs my ass at a bar, I don’t get pissed. I just assume it’s a derby girl. (If it’s not, I fully expect all my fellow girls to bring the pain)

14. I am far more comfortable touching strange girls on the butt than I ever thought I would be.

15. I care more about shiny bearings than I do about shiny jewels.

16. It’s a lot harder to get a black eye than movies and books lead you to believe.

17. Ditto for split lip.

Some things I’ve noticed from derby…

1. I have just as many socks without feet (for under my elbow pads) as I have socks with feet.

2. My contact list on my phone reads like a call girl list. Sweet C, Strawberry Jam, etc.

3. If I go to an all night store, I am very likely to be handed pamphlets advising me how to escape from my abusive relationship.

4. My cats will always sniff my shoes after practice and make the “stinky face”.

5. It is quite possible that my neighbors think I’m a hooker. I walk out of the house at odd hours in panties, tights, knee high socks, and carrying a suitcase. (for my skates) Sometimes, when we have an event, I’m wearing hot pants and a corset, or a tutu, or some other mad get up. I come home after several hours limping and bow legged. They don’t let their children talk to me anymore…

6. I have to physically be stopped from treating the grocery store as my own personal derby track. Apparently hip checking in aisle 3 is not socially acceptable.

7. Hanging out with derby girls has made it so that I am, in general, no longer socially acceptable.

8. I have forgotten that “normal” people will not respond with the same amount of delight that I am used to when I pull my pants down in public and show them THE BIGGEST ASS BRUISE EVER.

9. Ditto for the bruises on my boobs.

10. When the people come to your door and asked whether or not you are saved, it’s apparently not OK to burst into a chorus of Uncle Leon and the Alibis, “Roller Derby Saved My Soul”.

11. My lawn will never be mowed in a timely manner again. (Until I learn how to mow in skates)

12. I own more pairs of tights than I do pants.

13. If someone grabs my ass at a bar, I don’t get pissed. I just assume it’s a derby girl. (If it’s not, I fully expect all my fellow girls to bring the pain)

14. I am far more comfortable touching strange girls on the butt than I ever thought I would be.

15. I care more about shiny bearings than I do about shiny jewels.

16. It’s a lot harder to get a black eye than movies and books lead you to believe.

17. Ditto for split lip.

1065 Siren Skates Review

My skates came in! I have to hand it to Riedell, when I put my order in with Sin City Skates, I was told 4-6 weeks, and to be happy if I got them within 6 weeks, since they were being custom made.
They shipped in 3 weeks! So yay Riedell and Sin City!

I had custom colors, pink and purple. Reactor plates, which are a couple steps up from what I’ve been skating on. The package came with Zodiac Wheels and Kwik KSN bearings. I decided to try out the wheels, since they’re narrow like my current skinny G-Rods, but I wanted to swap out the bearings with my ceramic bones. Easier said than done, since two of those suckers would NOT come out. It was so close to practice time I just left the two stuck ones in.

My initial reaction to skating on these was that someone had chopped off my feet and put two new feet in their place! After so many years on my 265’s these new skates felt totally alien! It felt like taking my Saturn keys away and sticking me in a Vanquish! The skates kept getting away from my feet at first and I felt a bit out of control.

Fit wise, the boot is amazing! I have no blisters after our practice, no bruising or bleeding on my feet, (teeny bit of rubbing on my ankle, but to be expected) they were just perfect! (And bless Sin City for talking me down a size. For real) The heel lock on the boot? Brilliant! Why didn’t Riedell do that years ago??? My heel did not BUDGE during practice. Such an incredible feeling!
The boot itself is going to be no problem to get used to. The plate on the other hand… it’s going to take some track time!
By the end of a two hour practice, I felt a lot more comfortable. I’m eager to see how I feel after our practice tonight.

Oh and what does a 2 hour practice do to shiny new skates????

*sigh* It had to happen eventually…

1065 Siren Skates Review

My skates came in! I have to hand it to Riedell, when I put my order in with Sin City Skates, I was told 4-6 weeks, and to be happy if I got them within 6 weeks, since they were being custom made.
They shipped in 3 weeks! So yay Riedell and Sin City!

I had custom colors, pink and purple. Reactor plates, which are a couple steps up from what I’ve been skating on. The package came with Zodiac Wheels and Kwik KSN bearings. I decided to try out the wheels, since they’re narrow like my current skinny G-Rods, but I wanted to swap out the bearings with my ceramic bones. Easier said than done, since two of those suckers would NOT come out. It was so close to practice time I just left the two stuck ones in.

My initial reaction to skating on these was that someone had chopped off my feet and put two new feet in their place! After so many years on my 265’s these new skates felt totally alien! It felt like taking my Saturn keys away and sticking me in a Vanquish! The skates kept getting away from my feet at first and I felt a bit out of control.

Fit wise, the boot is amazing! I have no blisters after our practice, no bruising or bleeding on my feet, (teeny bit of rubbing on my ankle, but to be expected) they were just perfect! (And bless Sin City for talking me down a size. For real) The heel lock on the boot? Brilliant! Why didn’t Riedell do that years ago??? My heel did not BUDGE during practice. Such an incredible feeling!
The boot itself is going to be no problem to get used to. The plate on the other hand… it’s going to take some track time!
By the end of a two hour practice, I felt a lot more comfortable. I’m eager to see how I feel after our practice tonight.

Oh and what does a 2 hour practice do to shiny new skates????

*sigh* It had to happen eventually…

It’s a good week for books.

Today was the release of STORIES. Since I was going in late to work today I decided to pick up a copy!
Called a bookstore. Didn’t have it, never heard of it, never heard of the author… WHAT???
Since we had to hit the mall anyway (shudder) we decided to pop into Barnes and Noble to see if they had it. Check the computer… yes! Sci/Fi fantasy section.
Go to sci/fi fantasy section… no book. Ask worker, she looks up on computer, goes to sci/fi fantasy section… no book. She asks another worker, they point us to sci/fi fantasy section… yea, hasn’t materialized. After about 45 minutes, we’re pouring over the new release table, and there it was! Hidden under some autobiography from some American Idol kid. (Really? How can you be that young and need an autobiography?)

Anyway, snagged my STORIES, and saw Mr. Dill Her0 nudge the remaining copies into a more prominent position.

Also, I did NOT intentionally wear this shirt. It was just a clean black shirt, which I wear a lot of.

So if you need a copy and live in Indiana, B&N Greenwood has about 4 left!

It’s a good week for books.

Today was the release of STORIES. Since I was going in late to work today I decided to pick up a copy!
Called a bookstore. Didn’t have it, never heard of it, never heard of the author… WHAT???
Since we had to hit the mall anyway (shudder) we decided to pop into Barnes and Noble to see if they had it. Check the computer… yes! Sci/Fi fantasy section.
Go to sci/fi fantasy section… no book. Ask worker, she looks up on computer, goes to sci/fi fantasy section… no book. She asks another worker, they point us to sci/fi fantasy section… yea, hasn’t materialized. After about 45 minutes, we’re pouring over the new release table, and there it was! Hidden under some autobiography from some American Idol kid. (Really? How can you be that young and need an autobiography?)

Anyway, snagged my STORIES, and saw Mr. Dill Her0 nudge the remaining copies into a more prominent position.

Also, I did NOT intentionally wear this shirt. It was just a clean black shirt, which I wear a lot of.

So if you need a copy and live in Indiana, B&N Greenwood has about 4 left!