So, after reviewing the pictures from Dixie... sorry! No way in heck am I posting the majority of those on here! Haha! So here is the watered down version of the Dixie pictures!



This was what our milk said! How cute is that???




This place was right next to our hotel. I have no idea what pokar de ases is supposed to mean, but it's really funny!



Us in our locker room after the bout. The Dixie Derby Girls were kind enough to give us each little bottles of Southern Comfort in goodie bags!




Touretta got challenged in the parking lot of the bar to a random leg wrestling match. Which she happily agreed to, then kicked the other girls ass in about two seconds. It probably helps that Touretta tends to stay sober... ;)


Helluva and one of the Dixie Girls.

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This is what the hallway looked like to me after the after party. Why I needed photographic evidence of this.. I don't know.


And that is it! Those are the only "safe" pics I can post. Ain't life a bitch? ;)

This was going to be a longer post, but we have been SOOO busy at the shop today! This is my first chance to sit down, and that's only because I have two other workers here!
So knitting content! I whipped this up, out of some yarn that I dyed. I wasn't happy with the color at first, and I wanted to see how color fast my dye jobs really are. I also wanted to see if I could felt in a front load washer.
The answers are, very damn color fast thank you very much, and YES!



So a quickie kindle cover! I still need to sew the button on to hold it shut! Pretty cute though huh? And after felting, I absolutely love the color combo! I'm going to have to do another skein in the same colors!

Until Dill gets done with his meeting, and can find the camera cord for me. I have pictures to update, but I must delete the nekkid ones from the bus.
So here is the update:
My family rules. They got me a kindle as an early birthday present! It is everything I thought it would be.. but in a much smaller package! The most amazing, useful, piece of tech I've ever owned.
I have to move the horse and llama, and found the perfect barn. Now I just need a trailer...
I dyed the craziest yarn ever, and turned it into a felted clutch.
Dill got a rubber chicken tattooed on his finger. For real. And he took his mom with him when he did it!
My hair is bright, bright pink!
There is a small amount of drama going on. People being shady. But fear not, it only causes the giggles from me.
Training has stepped up, and I'm currently covered in bruises, from my hip bones, forearms, and down to my hands. They look awful.
Okay, that is it! I'll do a picture post later today. Send mental thoughts for Dill to finish up! I have actual knitting to post dangit!

Right, so here comes the fun stuff! After celebrating in our locker room, our cell phones going crazy with congrats texts and happy messages, we screamed, did shots, and loaded our selves onto the bus for more screaming. Seriously, it was the loudest I think we have ever been! After a quick roll call, we headed to the after party.
The bar was small, but really cool. Our wrist bands got us free PBR. I am of the opinion that PBR should always be free. Actually, I've never had more than a sip of PBR in my life... until that after party. I was on a dang mission people!
We hung out with some of the other Dixie girls. The one's I talked to were really nice, and asking us for advice, and wondering aloud what happened between last years game and this years game. We chatted with them, told them our opinions (work as a team, help your jammer, etc) and even told them some of our favorite drills to run that taught us about working as a pack.
Some of them fetched us beers, danced with us, overall very cool. Once again, hard feelings were left on the track, which is the way it should be. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, and we decided to take the party to our hotel.
With a quick pause in the parking lot for some random leg wrestling, we piled into the bus and (OMITTED) which was CRAZY! Haha! And of course the bus had this private back room, and some of us totally (OMITTED)! We banned those pics from ever being published! Hopefully none of us ever want to run for office!
Cozy, aka Traffic Jammer, pulled into a liquor store on the way back to the hotel, because he's awesome. A quick run in for drinks, and we went back to the hotel. Sweet C and Will went on the most epic of all epic quests for food. I decided I could be hungry for another 5 hours until the free hotel breakfast opened up. Which, as roller girls know, is hard. After a bout you are HUNGRY. Beyond all reason hungry! I was still partying though, and didn't feel like wandering. Right after Sweet C left, my fellow roller girl, (OMITTED) felt the after math of her drinks, and got a bit sick. Helluva and I spent an hour or so helping her, getting her in the shower, cleaning her up, and tucking her into bed to sleep it off. Thank goodness Helluva was there, since I don't handle the puke too well.
I headed over to the "party room" where some of the girls were still carrying on. (OMITTED)(OMITTED)(OMITTED)(OMITTED) Bwahaha! After that craziness, with Sweet C and Will back, I decided to crash out! It was probably 3 or so in the morning, and with several drunk texts to Dill, I crashed out!
My growling tummy woke me up at 5:55 a.m. We got dressed, and headed down for some yummy bagels, eggs, milk and oj! After dressing and packing, it was back on the bus for the very, very, long and rainy trip back home!
When we finally got back to our practice space, fans and family were there, greeting us with cheers, signs, chocolate covered strawberries and cookies!
And of course, my favorite part:





I'll post more pictures later!

When we last left our darling Naptown Roller Girls, they were stuck in an icky mens rest room, skating on a crazy floor, and ready to hit the track against the Dixie Derby Girls, in far, far, away (at least by bus) Hunstville Alabama!

Ok, we were shooed back into the bathroom for our intros. I was kind of freaked out that we didn't have anyone guarding the bathroom door, to keep people from going in there too pee. They had promised us one, and after kicking a couple guys out, I asked one of the Dixie merch girls, and they assured me by bout time that there would be someone guarding our door.
There was a crazy set up for the intros. I'm sure it looked really cool, but it was scary! They turned all the lights off, set up a fog machine, tube lights on the floor, strobe lights in our faces, and had us skate out onto the track, trying not to trip over the wiring for said lights, or the track rope! Easier said than done when the only light is a spotlight on you and strobe lights! It worked out, no one tripped over anything, and like I said, I'm sure it looked pretty cool. Unfortunately, with the dim lighting, the announcer had trouble with our names. Skaters Jane Eerie, Sin Lizzle, and number 774 Leaf Clover had puzzled looks when they skated out! Poor announcer! I'm sure it's hard enough trying to whip out those visiting team names, not to mention doing it in the dark! I know our announcers with our brightly lit set up have messed up a time or two! I don't begrudge him getting the names of some of our girls wrong, like I said, it was probably hard to see. I do however, not appreciate that he called our fans and support staff, who had traveled a long 8 hours to help us out at the bout, and cheer us on, an "ugly bunch". Not cool at all dude! If I ever caught our announcers dissing the other teams fans like that, I would freak out on them. Derby fans are to be respected, no matter who they are rooting for. No fans=no derby.
After the anthem, we hit the track. It was CU Afterclass and Ace off the line for the starting jam. Our blockers shut down CU immediately, allowing Ace to rack up several grand slams. It set the tone of the game.
Honestly, I expected way more of a battle. We beat Dixie in our second season, but it wasn't a blow out. It was a solid win sure, but they've had a year to get better. Also, we watched the bout DVD on the way down, and they had some good jams against us. Of course, we've had a year to get better too, and it quickly became evident that we were going to dominate this game from the start.
I went out as pivot in the third jam, a position I would hold most of the night. The Dixie girls hit very, very hard and solid. Their main problem seems to be that they pick and stick. One on one, leave the jammer to herself. Whereas we shut their jammer down, and at the same time opened up multiple holes for our jammer. In the beginning, I was attempting to use the 20 foot rule. Slowing the pack down, leaving 1 or 2 of their girls up front while our jammer pushed them out 20 feet. It just was not getting called though, so I gave it up. Frustrating yes, but what can you do?
There was also a crazy amount of track cutting. One of the big lessons we learned from Steel City was forcing a jammer to slow down on the outside, by blocking her out of bounds, then slowing down. She either cuts in front of you causing her to get sent to the box for a track cut, or has to slow down, and enter in behind you. In this case, the jammer would, about half the time, zip in front of us, and not get a penalty! Extremely annoying!!!! That was not on every single jammer though. C.U. Afterclass was really good about stopping, spinning, whatever the heck she needed to do to not cut! It was obvious that she was aware of that foul, and she did not want it called on her! I'd say, it was about 50/50 on that one getting called. You never knew, so we didn't rely on it.
There was also a ton of pushing from behind. I had the back of my uniform pulled as opposing players either tried to whip around me or or slow me down to keep me from getting their jammer. At one point I was freaking out at one of the pack refs screaming, "this is dangerous, what the hell are you doing"? and the response was, "calm down, they'll get called out eventually"! What??? I really thought Bama Bruiser and I were going to come to blows early on in the game. I kept feeling her shove on my back, and of course, being a sweet, soft spoken derby girl, started screaming at her "What the fuck! Keep your hands off my fucking back bitch"... in the nicest tone possible of course! It turned into a back and forth between the two of us, much to the delight of the NRG fans that came down, since they could hear every single word we were screaming. She came into hit me, screaming at me, right as my jammer zipped through the inside line. Totally worth the hit!
Normally, I'm used to some fouling in derby. Hell, I foul too. I know my elbows pop sometimes, or I chase, or I might deliver a bad back block. It happens. If I sit out for it, I might rant and rave for a moment, but usually calm down pretty quickly. This was quite honestly, the only time I've been nervous getting on the track. The farther ahead we got, the more desperate and sloppy the game play became. I'm not putting this all on the Dixie girls either. The refs are there to control the situation. Their job is to act and penalize for fouls. If an elbow to the face, or a shove from behind doesn't get called, then it's going to keep escalating! Which it did!
Now at one point, towards the end of the first half, as we were lining up, one of the Dixie girls, and I really, really wish I had paid attention to who it was, but I was just seeing red at this point, tried to calm the situation down. She kept saying, "it's okay, you're kicking our asses. Guys, they're kicking our asses, calm down about it". She said it multiple times, trying to diffuse the situation. It unfortunately, was not working.
Ivanna B. Naughty, had one of the most beautiful bits of trash talking in the first half. The Dixie jammer got out of the pack ahead of her, and declared lead. Ivanna, being disgustingly fast, quickly caught up to her, right on the girls ass. She started saying to her, "You got out first, and you think you're faster than me, but you're not, because I'm right behind you baby.. right behind you..." This earned Ivanna an attempted elbow from the other jammer, which, I really want to say did get called. But either way, Ivanna was right, she got her points. God love that girl.
During the half, we went into the locker room, which still did not have a security person outside of it. After seeing that people were trying to go in, our beloved bus driver parked himself on a chair outside of the doors, and began turning people away. Thank goodness! I don't wanna concentrate on a game and worry that my stuff is going to get jacked at the same time! We were happy, but freaked at half time. The game was all but over, but as badly as things had escalated at this point, we knew it was only going to get worse. We had faith that Auto was taking over as the Dixie jammer ref, and know that he calls tight, especially on track cutting, so that was hopefully going to end.
I think that is a big part of it for us. As our fans know, our refs are freaking hard asses. We learned in the first game of this season how tough they were going to crack down on us. We lost our first game because of our fouling! We spent a ridiculous amount of time in the penalty box. So it's very frustrating to play when refs are calling it so loose. Hopefully, this being their first game of the season, it will get better.
So second half. The fouls were still there. I know we're not supposed to, and I'm amazed I didn't get called on it, but I looked at the inside ref at one point and said, "this shit is getting dangerous and stupid. Someone is going to get hurt, start calling these damn fouls"! I don't think she appreciated that at all.
Second half was much of the same. Things did escalate. Thankfully, no fights broke out, no one got seriously hurt. Joanie took an elbow to the face, I took one to my chin and lower lip. Nothing life threatening, no bones broken. Our minors started adding up in the second period. Katya was a jammer, and needed to foul out. What you are about to read, is probably the funniest shit I have ever seen in my life. At the time I was incredibly pissed, now, I think it's funny as hell!

Okay, when someone gets 4 minors, they go in the box. As a jammer, you do NOT want to be in that box. So the solution is to go in as a blocker, and foul out. During our first two seasons, we would go out, and cut the track, pop an elbow to an opposing skater in front of a ref, anything to get that fourth minor as a blocker! This season, we've discovered the easiest thing ever! Go out, and stand in front of the pivot line! Instant minor, and you don't have to go into the pack, and be a potential elbowing, fouling, biatch, and a danger to other skaters! Easy right?
So Katya goes out, and stands a couple feet in front of the pivot line, and smiles and waves at the pack ref. Pack ref looks at Katya like she's a crazy person, and the jam starts, with Katya still in! No foul for her! Damn! So, thinking that the refs have just never encountered this, Katya starts trying to do some minor track cuts. She would pop in, cut a skater, directly in front of the ref, on the inside line, and look back hopefully at the ref. Nada.
Desperate at this point to rack up her foul, Katya comes around turn four, and directly in front of the ref, CUTS THE ENTIRE PACK! When she doesn't get called out, she starts yelling at the ref, "Hey, I want my fourth minor! What do you want me to do! Come on! Give me my foul!" How many times in your life do you get to hear THAT come out of a skaters mouth?
Katya then started escalating. Still screaming at the ref to give her a foul, she cuts the track AND elbows an opposing skater! Screaming, "sorry, sorry, I need a foul" to the opposing skaters. Nothing! Finally, and this was the funniest thing I have ever heard in my life, Katya looks at an opposing jammer and screams, "I'm so sorry! I need my foul! It shouldn't have to be this way"!!! She then grabs the girl by the arm and pulls her down, FINALLY getting her foul. (keep in mind, all of this was over the course of 2 jams) I was seriously cracking up at her antics!
The final jam, I went in as a jammer against Cha Chee. In my opinion, she's one of their best jammers. That goes for our first game against them and this past one. She's aggressive, makes her own holes, and damn quick through the pack. She was also a really good sport. She slapped my hand on the line, laughing the whole time. My girls opened a wide hole on the inside for me, which I took, and Cha Chee was right behind me. I got lead jammer, and at this point the score was 164-25. The period clock was at zero, so the game was over whenever I called it off. Cha Chee was right next to me and for a second I thought, "do I want a little jammer on jammer action"? The answer was no. Not my usual answer, but I was already hurting, and frankly, ready to get my drink on at the after party! So I tapped my hands on my hips, right as Cha Chee was lining up for a hit. She laughed, made a "darn" face, and we skated off!
It felt good to win by such a wide lead. I was surprised, based on our previous game against them. Here is my humble opinion as to what happened.
They left their jammers on their own. That was the mistake we made in our first two seasons. Never, ever, ever, leave your jammer to fend for herself in the pack. Sure, against a rookie team, almost any jammer can get through. But the better teams you play, the harder and harder it gets. Your jammer scores your points. So HELP HER! Open the holes, skate her through, push her pull her, whatever it takes! GET. HER. THROUGH!
They played pick and stick through the entire game. You and me blocker. Girl on girl. One on one. Whatever you want to call it. There was no team. There were individual, totally bad ass hard hitting skaters. Distract them, let them hit you (ow) and your jammer has her holes. Meanwhile your back two are holding their jammer, while their back to blockers skate in front of them, useless. In the event that one of the Dixie blockers would fall back to help their jammer, we would rotate out, and be right back to wear we started, but this time with the Dixie blocker behind our blockers and their jammer! You play as a team, you will win as a team! We didn't have to change up our plays a lot. One or two would work every single time.

The good parts about this team? They hit freaking hard. I'm talking Tin Lizzie or Pouge from North Star Roller Girls hard. Hits you tell your grandkids about years down the line. Hits your body will remember every time it rains. Those kind of hard hits. But once again, if they utilized team work (you hold her, lock her in place, I'll hit her) the hits would have been more effective. Once you saw a hit coming, you leaned back, and "whoosh" no contact!
That was the other thing that made the fouling so hard to take. They were GOOD skaters and GREAT hitters. Once again though, I put that blame on the refs. Either we're used to our refs, and our visiting refs calling it way tighter, or their refs are calling it way too loose.
They were good skaters too. The pack speed was decent. They weren't crazy fast or anything, but it wasn't a game where we were constantly slowing down because the other team couldn't keep up!

Part 3 will be the after party, bus ride, liqour store run, and the big blank spaces, where i utilize the, "what happens on the bus/in the hotel room/hotel hallway/or bathroom stays in the, well, you get the point" rule. I will say this, because I might not have time tonight, and I don't want hurt feelings if the other team reads this blog.
At the after party, the girls I talked to were great. We gave them advice, even told them drills that worked for us, that would hopefully work for them. Some of them even fetched us beers and bussed our tables, (while calling us fucking bitches in the nicest way possible..heehee) It was a drama free after party. Overall, this team has a lot going for it. If they start to utilize the talent they have, and work on their fouling (because it will absolutely cripple them off their home court)they'll be a much better team. The talent is totally there. It just needs to be applied.
Okay, like I said, part 3 to come.

Naptown Roller Girls headed to Huntsville Alabama to take on the Dixie Derby Girls this past weekend.
Friday morning we loaded up the bus, with our favorite Naptown Bus Driver, Cozy, also known as Traffic Jammer! It was a pretty pleasant ride down, though someone put on the Grindhouse movie, Planet Terror. It was during this, that I realized I get slightly car sick on that bus! It sways quite a bit, especially if you're sitting towards the back.
When we arrived in Huntsville, we spent an hour or so settling in, then headed out to dinner. The original plan was Olive Garden, then someone suggested Ruby Tuesday instead. I am a sucker for Olive Garden salad, while Dill hates the place. So I never, ever get to eat there! A group of us decided to just walk to Olive Garden anyways, while the other group took the bus to Ruby Tuesday.
My decision for Olive Garden turned out to be a very, very wise decision.
While we had a great time, feasting on bread sticks and salad, and trying to talk our massage guy into putting a certain part of himself in a stone lions mouth (don't worry, he didn't) Meanwhile, the girls that were at Ruby Tuesdays, witnessed this during http://blog.al.com/breaking/2009/04/driver_of_truck_fleeing_from_p.html

Horrible, horrible, horrible. The girls, coaches, and bus driver were really shaken up by it.

Saturday was game day. I awoke, to discover that I really should have brought some Strange Brew Coffee with me. Because I tried, and could not, drink the swill the hotel provided. *shudder*. Hotel coffee should be illegal.
We went out to lunch, walked around a mall for awhile, trying to just keep moving so we wouldn't be sluggish for the game. We considered finding a roller rink, but didn't want to be worn out for the bout.
When we finally got to the convention center, we found out our locker room was the.. mens restroom! Ewww! It was okay, just kind of cramped, with everyone trying not to get stuck by the urinals. We then laced up our skates to try out the Dixie floor. It looked nice and shiny. We're used to a really slick floor at our practice space, so I wasn't worried about the shine at all.
However, when we actually hit that floor... oh my dear lord. It wasn't slick, it was actually really, really grippy. A little more grippy than our Blue Ribbon floor I think. It was also extremely uneven and bumpy! The best way to describe it, if you were skating, not crossing over, just skating, it felt like you were on a super wave water bed. Completely horrifying! Luckily, it didn't really affect game play too much. I do know I fell way more than normal because of it. I would go to put my foot down on a simple crossover, and fall, simply because my foot would go down on a bump. Also when lining up, there was a shallow area on the inside that would affect you, so our girls started lining up on the outside.
I'm getting ahead of myself though. I'm not on game recap yet!
Our practice time was an open skate, with both teams on the track. No way to run drills or anything, it was just skating around. After we got dressed, we had a 25 minute warm up! Normally, warm ups run about 10 minutes. It was kind of strange to be running the equivalent of a practice while fans were in the building, but we did it. I was kind of worried at this point, since our warm up felt a bit sluggish and off. Thought that could have just been me!
After our warm up, it was Dixie's turn, then all of us went to the track for the refs to check our gear over. Then the anthem, then bout time!
Which will be another post, as I'm afraid it's going to get incredibly long...

So, I got a letter in the mail a few weeks ago. Michael F. Campbell, the guy who (allegedly) broke into my car last year and stole my knitting, my grandmas needles, rosary, camera, money, etc. has FINALLY officially been charged.
A few months after he broke into my car, he got arrested breaking into a house in a different county. Since he was a juvenile, they could not question him in that case, unless his mother consented. She did not consent. (May she wear itchy acrylic the rest of her damn life)
They just tried him for the home invasion, as an adult (he's 17 I think). Now that he's been charged once as an adult, he will always be charged as an adult. He goes to court for my case on April 21st.
The good news? He will be in jail for the next 10 years for the home invasion, before he's eligible for parole. My car will probably get him another year or two.
The bad news? I will probably get granted restitution for the damage to my car (which I still haven't been able to fix) and the lost items. But considering he'll be in jail for the next 10 years... I'll probably never see a dime.

huh. Guess that wasn't a "quick" update.

This is what google told me:
https://www3.indygov.org/custodyinformation/Profile.do?bookingnum=0912139



We left the remote on the coffee table the other day. Oops.



Look at that picture of her! She does not need our approval of her actions. Jerk.

Green Country Rollergirls either has my twin in their league or my doppelganger. Either way, she and I need to meet, and see if the world splits in two. Or we unlock our wonder twin powers. Either way, cool stuff happens.



Okay, look in the top row, second from the right. When I had longer hair, and it was pink... uh. Weird. Cleaver pointed it out to me in the locker room when we got programs actually.

Saturday night it was the Green Country Roller Girls vs. the Naptown Roller Girls. Our season opener was a big disappointment for us. Not because we lost really, we just weren't playing like a team anymore. It was a big wake up call. I know personally, I was sort of just... going through the motions at practice. I showed up, I skated, and during speed drills I tried not to be last, and I did all the workouts, sure, but I wasn't putting the most effort into it. A couple months ago everything changed. A switch went off in me, and as a team, a fire got lit under our collective asses.
I know personally, I quit trying to "not be last" and started trying to be first. My whole attitude changed. Physically, I started throwing myself back into this sport with every single ounce of energy that I have. Physically it's showing. I've lost weight (6 pounds since the St. Louis bout alone), I feel better, more energetic, and I'm once again feeling the electric current that runs through this team.
We had a few hiccups Saturday. Touretta Lynn was sick, so she wouldn't be able to skate as much as normal. Heck, we weren't sure if she would be skating at all! Our practice felt and looked kind of lackluster, which was worrisome.
We waited in the locker room while the Oklahoma team had their practice time. (each teams practice is closed from the other team)I opted to go old school with my uniform. I went from the shorts I've been favoring this season, to my lucky skirt and fishnets. The fishnets are worn out, stretched out, and ripped from 2 previous seasons of derby. The skirt is pleated, and shows way too much of my booty for my comfort. But I figured every little of bit of luck would help!
Game time came, and for the first time ever we watched the other teams warm up. They looked intimidating. They were together, and had some great skaters on their team. I was starting to feel jittery at this point.
Everything felt like a blur after that. Our warm up was great, and felt good. The game started, and we started racking up the points right away. QUICK EDIT: I almost forgot, when the first whistle blew.. *BAM*! Sweet C knocked a blocker inside the track! It was a fantastic moment. (for us, not her) I got some blocking time in, then Rick pulled me in. I figured he was just giving me a couple of jams to breathe, then I would be back in to block. From behind his back, he tossed the jammer panty (helmet cover for those who don't know) to me. "oh god". I hadn't jammed in practice in the past month at all, and during the last bout when I jammed, I didn't have any time to think about it!
Ace was up before me, and she got sent to the box for a track cut. She went back in, and another track cut was called on her. Then it was me.
I lined up, totally, and utterly terrified. I was just trying to breathe. Second whistle went off, and I hit the pack. Found my hole, took it, and got lead jammer. Threw some horns to the fan club on my way by. Second pass, I got hung up in the back for a second. Passed one opposing player, and my girls, seeing me, absolutely swallowed the opposing team, and took them to the outside, leaving me nothing but a safe line of red on my outside, as I took the inside line. The other jammer was through, so I called it off before she could score.
Hell yes.
Went back to blocking for the rest of the period. We were a total unit in this bout. We were signaling our plays, adapting, moving like a unit... it was amazing!
Like I said, Green Country had some good skaters. Short Circuit was a really pesky skater. She was hard to block, and I was surprised they didn't jam her more. They also had a pivot, whose name I can't figure out from the pictures, but I think her number was 50A. Another amazing skater, and once again, would have made a great jammer, based on her blocking skills.
Rosie the Wrecker was the jammer they used all night. She would jam 2 or more times in a row! I'm not sure what the strategy was on that. Don't get me wrong, she was a great skater, and put the majority of their points on the board, but she was worn out. Plus, we figured out the majority of her moves. So once we knew those, we could block her! Had they mixed the jammers up more, all skill sets aside, it would have thrown us off, made us think on our feet more. She had some major skill though. Trying to hit her to the outside, and force a track cut was pretty hard. She would push back really hard, and pop her right foot up in the nick of time, fall back, and cut inside. Luckily, one of our blockers had usually rotated in to block her.
The second half I jammed again. I didn't get lead jammer, must have fouled on my first pass. I was fortunate though. My blockers held the other jammer until I made my second pass. Grand slammed, she got through, and was forced to call it off before I scored more points.
I was going to jam a third time, but I had 3 minors. One more, and I would end up in the box. And a jammer in the box is a VERY BAD THING! So I went in to block and get my 4th minor. Unfortunately, CK also needed to foul out. I told her to go first, since we had Ace on the line for us. I knew she wouldn't need as much help. Then when I went to foul out, I decided to do it from in the pack, instead of just stepping over the line. We only had 5 minutes left in the game, and I figured I would do some good out there. I tried cutting the track, didn't get called. Over and over and over again! What the heck! As many times as we get track cutting called, how do I not get it when I'm TRYING for it! Gah!
Whatever! Game ended with Jane scoring multiple grand slams. Final score was 160 to 36. Much crying and hugging from our bench.

The after party will be another post. Can I just say, God bless DJ Sarah Vain for only giggling a little bit when I requested something from the Labrynth Soundtrack. And then actually PLAYING IT! Too much fun!

Pics from the bout below are from Marc. His page is here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/arilius0/sets/72157616683490224/








So not only did we stomp on Green Country last night (more on that later), not only did I have some awesome jams, some great blocks, and just an amazing game overall...
Neil Gaiman blogged about my coffee again yesterday.
See: http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/04/all-questions-all-time.html

That makes me happy. Now I must drink some tea, find some really greasy, horrible food which will hopefully either cure my hangover, or make me get sick. Either way, I will feel better. Then a bath. Because my wrists smell like derby. Ick.

Final score btw? 160 to 36 in favor of Naptown.

I love my girls. Love, love love them.

With all the craziness the past few weeks, I completely forgot to post about the Belles bout in Evansville! It was actually, the Belles plus 2 Tornado Sirens in Evansville. Originally our Belles were going to play the Evansville B-Team, but due to some complications, they asked our girls if they could have some A team girls on their team, and we would be allowed to sub two A team girls on our team as well! After one thing and another, line up changes, etc, it ended up being our Belles, 2 Sirens, against the Evansville A team! I was so nervous for them. The Belles very first bout was against Evansville in a Tournament, and the girls went down pretty badly. So this little rematch was going to be interesting!
Adding to the mix, and I can't believe I forgot this when I was posting about our weird shit week, the Evansville sound guy, Warren Iraq passed away suddenly. He was only 41, and seriously dating one of the girls on their team. I don't know the details, but I believe his death was somehow tied in to high blood pressure. So these poor girls went to his funeral, then played a game that night! They said calling off the game was not an option, because Warren would never have wanted that.
Dill said it was totally surreal to not look over and see him there, since he's been there from the very first game. The Demolition City girls did a memorial, and then did the most awesome thing I've ever heard of. They claimed Warren would have hated a moment of silence, so instead they asked the crowd to do a moment of noise! All those fans, teams, NSO's screamed their head off for a full minute. That's how derby does a memorial people!
I was getting updates via Twitter, and was having major anxiety for our girls. I shouldn't have worried. They proved how very far they have come this season by knocking back a solid win. I can't be more proud of how hard our Belles have been training this year.
And of course, this means that Demo City will probably want a rematch ;) I wanna see them in our house next time!

SJ sent this over to me yesterday. My jaw dropped. I have never been so amazed and flattered in all my life!

http://www.steinmiller.us/autoviewer/index.html

It's number 4.

Wow. Just. Wow. I need to track down the artist and see if I can buy a print.

Number 8 is also extremely cool. Hey! I'm due a tattoo....

I haven't gotten around to posting this madness. I'll try to keep it brief and not ramble on about it too much.
So first of all, Dill goes out to lunch with some of his old work buddies. Turns out, a work friend of his killed himself a few days before. So strange. Another of their friends had just been hanging out with him, and the guy seemed totally fine.
Next, one of our regulars has this great kid. Really polite, respectful, and sincere. He brings in a friend on a Wed, gets him a drink, they hang out and talk. One of our workers, Carly, goes over and sits with them since they were friends in school. Apparently the friend of our customer, then went home, and took his own life. We were in total shock, especially for our customers kid sake. It was a sad couple of days around here.
Then Carly gets a call, a friend of her boyfriends killed himself. What. The. Hell.
THEN, Dill is out running errands most of the day Friday. He pops into Meijer, and is passing a woman in the aisle. She kind of blocks his cart with her cart, and just stares at him. He smiles, says excuse me, and she bursts into tears! He's like, "um...what? Are you okay"? She then tells him that she just wants to look at him for a minute. He apparently looks exactly like her son, who died the year before. Dan didn't know what to do. He was just apologizing, trying to see if he could help, and she told him no. She was just totally shocked to see him. Then she hurried away, still crying.

Again. What. The. Hell?

So glad that week is over. Everything is going back to normal. Everyone has been happy, we've been abnormally busy for this time of year, which is good!
I still have not convinced Dill that my birthday is this week. Oh well ;)
Might not post again until after the bout on Saturday! So wish me luck!


I know, I know! Actual knitting content on my knitting blog! What is this world coming to?
I wanted to make the mittens Bella wears in the Twilight movie, and the awesome Subliminal Rabbit created the pattern! And remember that lovely yarn I purchased at Mass Ave Knits "just because"? I got to put it to good use!
Now, since the Cascade 220 I used wasn't as bulky as the yarn called for in the pattern, I had to mod the pattern a tiny bit to get them slouchy. I just did the cable repeats a few extra times, and cast on a couple extra stitches at the beginning.
Once I finished the first mitten, I realized... I didn't want a mitten! It's spring, I wouldn't be able to wear it until winter... and I am an instant gratification kind of gal! So I ripped it back, and turned the mittens into arm warmers. I absolutely love them! The yarn is soft, and they're perfect for these slightly chilly mornings!

Here's the thing, I am an old fashioned, pen and paper kind of girl. I keep a journal, in a notebook. All of my book keeping for the shop, while done in the fanciest, schmanciest, computer money programs available, start out in my handwritten spreadsheets and check registers. I like to write notes and letters to my husband, instead of emails and text messages.
Some technology I have embraced. Obviously, I keep a blog. And I've discovered the joys of storing and organizing my knitting on websites like ravelry.com. I also think the ipod was meant for me. While I love cd's and liner notes and all the cool hold it in your hand joy of purchasing a new cd... I lose cd's like no ones business. Which is why my ipod is my best friend. My cell phone... eh, evil necessity. I don't know how to change a tire, jump start a car, etc. So a cell phone is an absolute must for me.
The Amazon Kindle 2.0 however.. I laughed at when I first heard about it. Who could prefer a cold, hard, laptopish thing over a BOOK? A book that smells good, and has pages that you can turn, and that thrill of going into a bookstore, browsing for hours, and finding something that is just perfect!
I grew up with books. My mother is a science fiction writer, and both my parents are great readers. I don't even remember learning to read, I just remember that I could read before I could tie my shoes or sit through an entire day of kindergarten. My mom was a great enabler. We would go to library book sales and just load up BAGS of books. It was like a rock concert. We would get their hours early, wait for the doors to open, and dive in, filling bags with whatever books looked good, and then we would pay per bag when we left. My back and hands would hurt for days from lugging those bags around. My bedroom was on the second floor, and my parents used to joke about how my bedroom was likely to end up on the ground level due to my book collection.
Half the reason my current home appealed to me, were the floor to ceiling book cases in the living room. Dan has since added on to those bookcases, and they are still crammed tight, with about 6 boxes of books in storage in the back room. I've read every book in my home at least twice. The problem is, my parents having encouraged my reading from a very young age, I read FAST. As in, I bought a new book Sunday night, and was done with it Monday afternoon fast. I love being able to consume a book like that, but at the same time.. what do I read now? I can't afford to just buy a new book every other day!
I've been hearing rumblings about the Kindle, but as I mentioned, I found the idea laughable. Then I went to the website, and watched the videos.
Really... it's a pretty darn good idea! The screen reads like the page of a book, without the harshness of a laptop, so it doesn't hurt your eyes the way my laptop does sometimes. The books are cheaper, you can download them from anywhere a cellphone can work, totally free of charge. Plus all the storage! I would no longer have to sigh in exasperation after purchasing a book, and have literally, no place on the shelf for it! The text to speech is cool, but I doubt if it's something I would use. I do however, wonder if you can download audio books. (if you've never heard Neil Gaiman read one of his audio books, you should, it's a real treat!)
The "nail in the coffin" of my desire happened this morning, when a customer came in talking about the new Kindle. One of his friends has one, and he's totally sold on it. Dill says, "maybe" for my birthday. A big maybe. As in, if we sell lots and lots of coffee between now and them. I'm trying to convince him that my birthday is next week, so that I don't have to lug 8 books to Alabama and back next weekend. (seriously, 12 hour bus ride! Last time I finished the two books I bought before we even got to Minnesota)!
Plus, think of all the cool Kindle Cozies I could knit for it!!!!


ETA- Hey and look! For all of you that already own a Kindle, you can buy something of my moms!http://www.amazon.com/Lose-Weight-Like-Magic-ebook/dp/B000FBJ5NC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=digital-text&qid=1239113706&sr=1-1

Today, I went to check out this cupcake shop in town. They had called me about a piece of equipment they wanted to sell, and I went to check it out. I left, turned onto a small side street, and sat behind a couple of cars at a stop sign. I was kind of spacing out, thinking about everything I had to do before I could go home, when I realized, dang. I've listened to two Muse songs on my ipod, and haven't moved an inch! What the heck is going on?
Then I realized, I wasn't in a line of traffic, I was behind parked cars!

Heehee.

Their sound guy, WarrenIraq passed away yesterday.
http://www.demolitioncityrollerderby.com/

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