Sarbanes Foxy & I at the half time of the men's derby bout. I was doing the outside white board for the men's bout. Hey, when folks put on a great double header bout for you to participate in, you volunteer where ever necessary!
Dead Leigh Dexter & I and way back there not in focus is L'Diablo.
StarrKazim & I. There were quite a few ladies from Bradentucky at this bout. It was great seeing them & skating with them!
During the men's bout... WAAAAAAAAAY back in the back is me manning the white boards. NSO baby!
The end of bout shot. We (the black team) won 108-105.
Walling up to hold the white team's jammer. Saturday night was awesome!
When one is asked to give full on hits in derby practice... one must remember not everyone is ready for it and hit appropriately. I accidentally laid out a few skaters last night because I wasn't careful. Some of them weren't ready for the hit I threw out. That was totally my fault. A couple of the ladies are going to be in a scrimmage on Saturday and asked if I'd hit with full steam to help them prep for it so I did, but forgot to reign it back in for the less experienced skaters. I flattened a few folks who weren't prepared and I feel bad now. I hope I didn't break anyone. That's not my goal. The ladies will eventually have to take a real hit though, and sooner than later, but last night wasn't the time. Boo on me.
I looked at my twitter today & realized I have 32,014 tweets that flew out of my fingers over the years. That means during the time I've been on this social medium, I have averaged 18 tweets a day. In all that time, I have seen history in the making. I have seen tragedy unfold. I have seen triumph explode.
I have thought about ending my life no less than 5 times. I have moved at least 9 times or more. My husband has lost 10+ jobs. I have left countless friends. I have had to change derby leagues 3 times. My children have attended too many schools. My children have left too many friends behind. I am incredibly tired.
I apparently have so much to say, yet so little that has given me any sense of permanence. Perhaps it's time to shut up and embrace humility. Shut up & live less.
Got stellar treatment from the Walt Disney World staff...
Ate an amazing cake...
Had fun with my kids...
And basically ruled the kingdom for my 40th birthday!! None of it would have been possible without my amazing husband, HHH, planning all the details! He really is the best! I want to thank him so much for the best birthday party, and let's face it... birthday MONTH ever!
So we took the kids back to Epcot for the fireworks and though we were in a great spot for viewing the show, it was marred in the end by large tour groups of anywhere between 50 to 75 high school aged kids from several South American countries screaming at the top of their lungs. We got caught between the groups, (There were about 8 or 9 of them) and it was pandalerium!! Each one was trying to out loud the other and I was T-I-R-E-D of it. I'm all for tourism, but damn it man.... chill out. You're supposed to be relaxing when you're here!!! LOL! They were drowning out the bang of the fireworks!!!
My family has stayed with your company's lodgings for quite some time... many years in fact. We mostly stay at your Kissimmee FL location, also known as Eastgate Orange located at 5399 W. Irlo Bronson Hwy. On our most recent stay, my husband was informed at check in that we would be getting one of the "recently renovated" rooms. Once inside, we oohed and aahed over the new furniture, the updated decor, and the nicer linens. It looked very classy! I said to my husband, "Oh look in the bathroom & see what they did there."
That's where the oohs and aahs stopped abruptly.
Lovely mildew on the ceiling by the light!
Bad pic, but those black dots are mold on the walls.
Another bad pic, but that's the paint peeling off the ceiling above the shower.
Here's a great shot of the mold AND the peeling paint!
So, you see our disappointment right?? It looked like considerable time, effort, and money was put into this so called "remodel" but why stop before you get to a VERY IMPORTANT part of the hotel room experience?? And what the hell is wrong with your cleaning staff that they don't look UP when cleaning the bathrooms?!? That black stuff up there isn't part of the new room makeover!
So, in conclusion, I'd just like to say that we still stayed in your lovely little hotel. I wasn't about to go searching for a new place at 7pm, and I know for a fact you were booked up for the night so we didn't ask to be moved either. What really bugs me is you're willing to pimping out your guest rooms with 5 star furniture, but you're not willing to go all the way and do the bathroom as well. Something like a moldy, peeling bathroom will make even a 5 star resort look like the local No Tell Motel, no matter how great the living space looks. You went 75% when you should have gone 100%, and it's things like that that will always relegate you into the low start category of the travel sites. Come on. Step it up. Go that last 25%.
But no one said I was wiser or saner!!! EXAMPLE: This.....
Why yes, 40 year old me was pimpin' out our Junk in the Trunk sale on skates!!! Got lots of honks, waves, & a few folks who stopped in to see what we had & learn about Pasco County's roller derby team!! Good times & we made about $100. Whoo hoo!!!!
It started at 7 am when some small sound woke me from my slumber an hour earlier than I needed to be. It continued on into the morning when I got dressed and walked the 3 legged wonder who would not poop. It meandered into me feeding & medicating my youngest two before leaving to go to the lady Dr. for a post op check up. (I had a suspicious mass in my uterus removed several weeks ago & had to be checked for any returning mass and that my cervix went back to normal.) The drive to the office was long & excruciating. The news was good. I am all normal again. After that it was back home to get the two youngest ready for a Dr. appt. of their own all the way in St. Petersburg, an hour & 40 minute journey when traffic cooperates! I should say now that traffic NEVER cooperates on US19. We make the trek, arrive with 15 to spare, and then spend the next 3 and 1/2 hours seeing several people & repeating the same information about the kids diabetes where in nothing is changed, we receive all new scripts for the pharmacy and then go down for lab work. Blood draws are done, cups are peed in, paperwork gets handed to me, and I get slapped in the face with my Ex Husband's name & insurance information which is woefully out of date and not even remotely applicable to my daughter!!! My somewhat vociferous reaction to seeing his name on my child's paperwork leaves the receptionist's mouth agape, but really... a medical facility that doesn't update it's information in 11 years when I have given them new info at every damn appointment EVER is just ridiculous. We finally leave & I can't get any signal for my phone in the garage as I'm trying to make my navigation to work so we can get home. OK, drive out of the garage and park on the street. Still no signal. AUGH! Restarted my phone, got the navigation to work, and it took me in a circle around the freakin' block! WTH?? So I reset the navigation again, get going the right direction this time, get on US19 and WHAM!! Suddenly we are sitting still on a major highway. I take a few deep breaths, call HHH to say we won't be home on time, and slog through the massive jam of douche canoes who got their driver's licenses from a cracker jack box. UGH!!! I should also mention that it was my derby practice night, but there was no way I was going to make it to derby. Too much traffic, not enough time. That. Sucked. So we get through the evil traffic jam, stop off to grab a bite on the way, and FINALLY make it home. I'm pulling into the complex feeling good about keeping my shit together, not going ape shit on anyone, and dealing with the ex/insurance thing and then....
Someone is parked in my spot. Not only are they in MY spot in front of My building by My breezeway, but they are just leavng their car and I see them walking 2 breezeways over to the next building. They don't live anywhere near my apartment, there are 5 to 7 open spaces much nearer to their quarters, but yet they have taken my spot.
I. Lost. My. Shit.
I muttered & yelled the entire way to the elevator that people should park in their own building's spaces. I stomped like a 3 year old who'd been denied the Bubbleguppies TV show the entire way to the apartment, and when I walk in the door, I fussed at HHH about people who don't know their place parking where they do NOT belong. Add to it all the house was a complete disaster, animals who weren't walked while I was gone and subsequently pooped in the house so my son stepped in it & tracked it around, and an Eldest child who farted around on the computer instead of doing the chores I asked her to when I left & .....
I. TOTALLY. LOST. MY. SHIT!!!!!
I yelled at HHH. I yelled at Eldest. I yelled at the dogs. HHH made the mistake of pointing out how pointless I was being and that just made it even worse. I told him about the rest of the day, how it had affected me, and that I wasn't looking for him to go and yell at those people or anything, but that I wanted to hear him say something like "Yes, dear. Those people are thoughtless jackasses. They totally suck." and I would have been happy. As it was, I slammed into my room & threw him out because I needed to decompress. I played mahjong, I watched SpongeBob(don't ask), did some Facebook, and I took a shower. It took about an hour for me to come back to anything that resembled normal. I went out in the living room, apologized to HHH, got a drink, and took some sleeping meds. After today, I think I need them more than ever!!
So... intrepid readers, with a mere week to go till my EPIC birthday party, I have gone completely bonkers. Now that that is out of the way, the rest of the coming week should be a piece of cake, right???
No... not like that. Last night, when I came home from roller derby practice, HHH surprised me with my bout poster framed & up on the wall!
He is such an awesome Widow. Puts up with my practices, events, fundraisers, and smelly gear! What more could a derby girl ask for? Oh yeah.... maybe to frame all the rest of her bout programs, etc.....
Here's to hoping I add on many, many more of those!!!
Recently, I've been thinking about getting a logo for my derby personality. Yes, yes... I am Blondefabulous when I blog too, but the bigger persona is my on skates girl. The confidant, take charge, feel no pain skater who bursts out onto the track in an explosion of colored locks and dashing wheels is who I want to represent. I move so much with HHH that I have a collection of derby team shirts, but nothing really for me.
Enter Vicky Skelton of Hestia Designs. I put out a call on Twitter and FB that I was looking to have a logo designed and boy did this lovely UK lass step up to the plate!!! After a few emails back and forth, we collaborated on this amazingly simple yet cute design!
I had originally wondered about having the drawn skater look like me, but I think I like this even better! I'm planning on having bumper stickers, t-shirts, & key chains made to sell at bouts and on the blog! With roller derby becoming a bigger sport than anyone ever anticipated, skaters are going to start branding themselves personally like this and I imagine when some of the PCDD girls see the cool work Vicky did, I bet it won't be long till they get their own logos too!
Just can't wait for the finished logo to hit my inbox! I'll hold a contest to win a swag bag of stuff!!
Had a great practice last night! It was hot a s balls, but with enough Gatorade anything is possible. I was running fast and loose, working speed & footwork to make myself faster! Had a lady or two from Pinellas keeping up with me! It was awesome! Got chastised by the ref, Crash, because in our pack drills, we were leaving most of the pack behind! Sorry man, but speed is key! The fact that we were burning it out that fast in a rink that had no AC and was close to 90 degrees is AMAZEBALLS!!!
FL man injured when firework explodes in his hands
TAMPA, Fla. (AP) - Authorities say a Tampa Bay-area man has been severely injured after a firework exploded in his hands.
Tampa police say Matthew Lewandowski of Riverview loaded a firework mortar into a fiberglass tube at a party early Wednesday. When he lit the fuse, the firework exploded in his hands.
Lewandowski's father says the 24-year-old might lose his left thumb and ring finger. Police tell the Tampa Bay Times (http://bit.ly/LYWaDg ) that Lewandowski also suffered burns to his arms, stomach and right leg.
Lewandowski was having reconstructive surgery Wednesday at a Tampa hospital.
In actuality, the first official reports from the sheriff's office stated the guy tried to HOLD the tube as he lit the fuse of the of the "festival ball" firework. All the instructions on this firework (which is illegal in Florida unless you are using it for agricultural purposes) say to place the tube on the ground & light the fuse. This Graduate Student apparently thought he was going to hold it like a roman candle. Sigh.... you have one moron like this every 4th of July. I'm sure we'll hear about more later on.