It just took me like eight tries to set my usericon for this entry. Either my scroller-and-selecter is broken, or I am.
(Mouse. It's called a mouse. Though on this thing, it's a pad and a button. Not mouse-like at all. But in the current parlance, a mouse it is.)
Had a craving both for meaty-stewy-type-things, as found at Shannon Pub, and also, oddly, for a particular panini (comprised of bacon, apples, and cheddar, panini-pressed between wheat bread) found at a local semi-posh wine bar joint. Z, uninformed of these cravings, independently came up with a desire to go to the wine bar (Brodo, for the local curious), and I decided it was fate, and went there with him.
Only to discover lamb stew on their menu.
So, a perfect dinner. And since I ordered the panini as well, we were both too full to eat much of our entrees, which means we did not reach the dreaded "enough to save?" tipping point. (We both have a habit of cleaning our plates, which means it comes hard to leave anything, which means when there's not enough to save but too much to throw out, we both often wind up stuffed and rolling painfully out the door.) So we had a little of everything, and are both blissfully sated at the moment.
Discussed roller derby. I feel so good about the Knockouts, just in terms of sheer enthusiasm and athletic ability. The Saucies have a lot more strategy, I'm sure, because I know
rootsnradicals has been sitting on the wall watching the Knockouts all this time, while we haven't even had enough Saucies to bout against us in some weeks. I hear they're having private practices and that's why so many of them aren't coming to the regular ones; good for them, but given that our team captain and co-captain run the regular practices, if we did the same, we'd be screwing the league. So we can't do that, and don't; good for us. We haven't got time to mess with it anyway.
We don't have a ton of strategy, and the fact that we're fortunate enough to have no injured girls is a mixed blessing-- we can all skate, but none of us has been sitting out and keeping any kind of notes. (And perhaps Mia is injured; we don't know. Whiplash severe enough that there is bruising around her collarbones sounds like a really really really bad injury to me, but she is confident her kickboxing coach can sort her out. I'm worried. But, we're far from a one-person team, so even if she can't skate, it's not like we'll lose important lineups. We've got enough new people that we don't even have set lineups yet.)
Actually we're doing strategy stuff tomorrow. Must remember to bring a notepad. I am glad that my knees are good tonight-- incidentally that's partly why I'm not going dancing with the others tonight, because I don't want to add any wear and tear to those damn knees.
What we do have is just a large number of fairly versatile and very reliable girls. A couple of the new girls aren't skilled enough to be a whole lot of good, but I think we can find roles to slot them into wherein they can pull their weight in a jam, and by next month, when we face the Dollies, they'll be up to speed. None of them is much worse than I was for the expo bout, and I didn't embarrass myself there.
Much. (Well, the anthem doesn't count.)
We're also, collectively, very fast. I really can't express how good it makes me feel to know that I am fast enough to be considered adequate on a "fast" team. I'm still far from the fastest, but I'm nowhere near slow either, and it just feels so good, when my knees are pain-free, to be able to catch anyone I want to.
So we talked about that.
At work they've just given us new uniform shirts-- royal blue instead of white. It's sort of weird and wrong that this makes me feel like I have a different job now, and has made me act different at work. But there it is, and I don't know what else to say about it.
I am really itching to go part-time again. Let me get my healthcare stuff squared away, and I so totally will. Maybe this summer Fiona and I will start that bra company. I don't know yet. Some changes need to happen, though-- I'm not freaking out about my life anymore, but I'm a lot calmer and more clear-eyed in my need for change, is all that really means.
Also I need a new wardrobe and to do my taxes and start my IRA and investments, so let me do those too before I change my work situation. Although, days like today-- I made $30 today. Losing Saturdays off my work week would not impact my financial situation very much at all, no it wouldn't.
(Mouse. It's called a mouse. Though on this thing, it's a pad and a button. Not mouse-like at all. But in the current parlance, a mouse it is.)
Had a craving both for meaty-stewy-type-things, as found at Shannon Pub, and also, oddly, for a particular panini (comprised of bacon, apples, and cheddar, panini-pressed between wheat bread) found at a local semi-posh wine bar joint. Z, uninformed of these cravings, independently came up with a desire to go to the wine bar (Brodo, for the local curious), and I decided it was fate, and went there with him.
Only to discover lamb stew on their menu.
So, a perfect dinner. And since I ordered the panini as well, we were both too full to eat much of our entrees, which means we did not reach the dreaded "enough to save?" tipping point. (We both have a habit of cleaning our plates, which means it comes hard to leave anything, which means when there's not enough to save but too much to throw out, we both often wind up stuffed and rolling painfully out the door.) So we had a little of everything, and are both blissfully sated at the moment.
Discussed roller derby. I feel so good about the Knockouts, just in terms of sheer enthusiasm and athletic ability. The Saucies have a lot more strategy, I'm sure, because I know
We don't have a ton of strategy, and the fact that we're fortunate enough to have no injured girls is a mixed blessing-- we can all skate, but none of us has been sitting out and keeping any kind of notes. (And perhaps Mia is injured; we don't know. Whiplash severe enough that there is bruising around her collarbones sounds like a really really really bad injury to me, but she is confident her kickboxing coach can sort her out. I'm worried. But, we're far from a one-person team, so even if she can't skate, it's not like we'll lose important lineups. We've got enough new people that we don't even have set lineups yet.)
Actually we're doing strategy stuff tomorrow. Must remember to bring a notepad. I am glad that my knees are good tonight-- incidentally that's partly why I'm not going dancing with the others tonight, because I don't want to add any wear and tear to those damn knees.
What we do have is just a large number of fairly versatile and very reliable girls. A couple of the new girls aren't skilled enough to be a whole lot of good, but I think we can find roles to slot them into wherein they can pull their weight in a jam, and by next month, when we face the Dollies, they'll be up to speed. None of them is much worse than I was for the expo bout, and I didn't embarrass myself there.
Much. (Well, the anthem doesn't count.)
We're also, collectively, very fast. I really can't express how good it makes me feel to know that I am fast enough to be considered adequate on a "fast" team. I'm still far from the fastest, but I'm nowhere near slow either, and it just feels so good, when my knees are pain-free, to be able to catch anyone I want to.
So we talked about that.
At work they've just given us new uniform shirts-- royal blue instead of white. It's sort of weird and wrong that this makes me feel like I have a different job now, and has made me act different at work. But there it is, and I don't know what else to say about it.
I am really itching to go part-time again. Let me get my healthcare stuff squared away, and I so totally will. Maybe this summer Fiona and I will start that bra company. I don't know yet. Some changes need to happen, though-- I'm not freaking out about my life anymore, but I'm a lot calmer and more clear-eyed in my need for change, is all that really means.
Also I need a new wardrobe and to do my taxes and start my IRA and investments, so let me do those too before I change my work situation. Although, days like today-- I made $30 today. Losing Saturdays off my work week would not impact my financial situation very much at all, no it wouldn't.
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Date: 2007-03-25 05:58 pm (UTC)I think it will be a pretty good match-up and a fun game regardless. The teams have great people and great athletes all around. And your more than right about the improvements. I can't believe how much better everyone is than we were a month ago!
You were smart not to dance on your knees - I did and mine is killing me! Ugh. Will I never learn? I guess I just thought I could get away with it...
See you Tuesday!
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Date: 2007-03-25 11:02 pm (UTC)But they are much harder to do than, say, a suit jacket. A lot of little parts which have to be very accurately cut and *very* accurately sewn or you'll look lopsided.