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decisions decisions . . .

I _still_ have not come up with a derby name.

I'm fond of "JungleBetti" and would have no problem using it as a derby name, except that would mean that my not-so-super-stealth-secret identity would be revealed to more people I actually know in person.

As to my online friends, I often wish I could invite you over for bad movies, sticker trading and drinkie-poos, or I could sit on your couch and pout when I'm having a bad day.

I'm not ashamed of anything about this blog, I'm likely to tell anyone just about anything they'd like to know about me, and yet, the idea of someone Googling my derby name and finding this doesn't sit very well with me.

blah blah I'm a slightly paranoid introvert blah blah I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings by what I've written blah blah what if some creepy dude stalks me, have I ever mentioned that I've been stalked before and it absolutely sucks beyond suckitude?

SO. a non-junglebetti name is called for.

excuse the ..'s I'm being stealth. ooooo.

N.e.r.d.z.i.l.l.a?
B.i.t.c.h o.n W.h.e.e.l.s?
B.e.t.t.i. B.a.t.c.a.v.e?
Z.o.o.m.i.n' Z.u.u.l?
G.o.z.e.r the Destructor? (my favorite so far)

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In non name-realted news, I'm returning back to my old haircut tonight. No more barette-bound nose-length bangs and golf-ball sized ponytails!!

Next time I talk about growing my hair out, someone puh-lease remind me that I have about as much hair as a toddler, and braids the size of crayola markers are not attractive in the least. In fact, someone should harass me into getting gutsy enough to cut even more hair off. Then tell me it's not my problem if people think I'm not married to a male. Ooooh, while you're at it, tell me to dye my hair some crazy color before I develop any more wrinkles.

See? this is me with long hair. Fine on a five-year-old, not attractive on an adult

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still freaking busy (updated)

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one tiny injury a week wouldn't be bad . . .

Greeting Elvis Wednesday fans - it's Thursday! And Elvis is no where to be found! Mayhem!

I'm hellishly busy at work, no time for cocktails.

But I've got to blah blah just a little bit:
Yesterday, last week's knee bruise officially faded, and I developed a tiny but nasty burst blister from my new/used rollerskates. I know I'm in for many possible/probable injuries (that are far more drastic), and so I should adopt a badass attitude about "my first roller-derby-girl-in-training" blister, but OUCH!

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bizarroland part 2

2007 is shaping up to be interesting for many reasons, I'll continue to fling out them out for your amusement 'till I'm bored with this tangent.

*disclaimer*
I know very little about football, and _really_ don't give a crap about it. In fact, I find the sounds of a televised football game to be very very irritating. Why oh why do the announcers have to SHOUT and why do I care if the crowd is going wild? I'm sure the sound people are stuck in the 80s, I'm sure technology has improved so that the current auditory nightmare is not necessary . . .

My two favorite football teams are going to the Superbowl, and more importantly, the New England Patriots ARE NOT.

I probably won't watch the game, but I hope that the Indianapolis Colts win, because I think that the city of Indianapolis could use the attention and beneficial economic impact more than the city of Chicago.

Mr. Lee and I have discussed having a "Football Free Party" on Superbowl day. I'm going to be hella busy this month, so I probably will just stick to my regular Sunday routine, but I think it's a really good idea all the same.

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bizarroland part 1

Mr. Hubby hasn't had a cigarette since Janurary 1st.
I'm so proud that on Saturday, I found myself telling my favorite bouncer about it. Then I felt a little dumb because I realized that my favorite bouncer has overcome much more drastic addictions and has been clean and sober for 30 years. Fortunately, FavoriteBouncer has witnessed many a foot-in-mouth event, he just smirked at me, and we went on to talk about music, custom guitars and the point of life for several hours.

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8 wheels strapped on, where to go?

crap.

dontcha hate it when you somehow delete a witty entry?

Short version:
I skated yesterday for the first time in yeeeeeeears, and only fell once in two hours. I fell because I was going too fast and wasn't paying close enough attention to my feet as I turned a corner going foot-over-foot. Yeah. Coordinated. Left foot shot out from under me, land on left buttcheek/hip with a thud. Other than a slight ache in my left hip, I feel absolutely fine. If I had kneepads (or any padding for that matter) I probably could have avoided any injury.

My local roller derby crew is gently but quite obviously trying to recruit me because they need a bigger team. I'm not a nightmare on wheels, but I don't even know how to stop, much less fall properly, so I'm assuming their criteria for admission has more to do with having a good time than actually creating a badass team?

Sooooo, I'm going to continue to attend "open skate" at my local rink for the next few weeks, and try to figure out
1) If I'm even capable of meeting the minimum skating ability requirements to participate in a league.
2) If I enjoy skating fast or it scares the hell outta me.

Other "what ifs" are cropping up, but I'm trying to concentrate on just a few things at a time so I don't chicken out for no good reason.

Have you ever been involved in a somewhat risky sport before?
-or-
How do you approach big decisions?

Any blah blah contributions appreciated, I may not abide by your input, but I do want some opinions!

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Elvis Wednesday: Batteries not Included

Want to Sing with the King?

A big thanks to Madame DeBarge for bringing this fabulous atrocity to my attention!

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In non-Elvis news, I think being pissed off over the weekend sapped me of all defensive power against cooties, or perhaps I was so cranky because I was already under the control of cooties?
In short, I've slept much more than I've been awake for the past four days. And I still feel super tired and headache-icky. But not so icky that I can't pretend to work and watch the clock sloooowly tick towards lunch hour.

In non-crabby non-Elvis news, my sister will be in town next month! Happy Dance!! I hope hope hope to have some hope imrovement projects completed before she visits, but will settle for having my Christmas decorations packed away and spring cleaning my (neglected, freeezing cold) sunroom.

Have you avoided the plague so far this winter?

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