Derby Girls are Bad Ass

I know, I know, I know – you already KNOW that Roller Derby girls are bad ass.  But please keep reading anyway.

Two weeks ago I had the honor of being introduced to a group of Roller Derby women by a friend of my equally bad ass sister.  This group of women was truely wonderful.  Talkative, fun, potty mouthed, tattoed – but equally kind, funny and engaging.

I was smitten.  I can’t lie.  These were the “cool girls” of adulthood.  *sigh*

I just kept thinking, “These women are awesome.  AND – they could totally take me.  Must. Make. Friends.”

(Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.)

So, I KNOW that Derby is rough and tumble.  Only “big girls” who can take their lumps all while being both girlied (is that even a word?) up and supremely athletic may take part.  I immediately discounted myself to spectator, as I’m wimpy (and let’s face it – not althletic either).

Enter today.  Today I went with my sister (who is also bad ass, athletic and girlied-up) and brother to take my two nieces and nephew to open skate at a nearby roller rink.  We needed the three adults to care for a baby and three and a four year old.  The one-to-one ratio was a MUST.  All was going well.  The two older kids were on and off the rink while the baby watched everyone either glide or shuffle by, depending on their skill ability.  At one point, only my brother and I were “whizzing” around the rink in all our glory when I totally bit it.

I bit it HARD.

You know the type – everything goes into slow motion?

I instantly knew I was going to hit the ground.  Then I saw both feet in front of me when I was on my way down and could only think, “Oh, this is going to SUCK.”  I hit hard.  I knocked my watch right off my wrist.  When my brother came by to see if I was okay my instant response was, “I think I broke something.”

Nope.  I’m pretty sure I’m just bruised up.  It’s been several hours.  My right wrist is popping each time I move my hand.  It sounds like a microwave is popping corn as I type this blog.  My tailbone is pissed at me and reminds me with a constant ache.  As I was gimping along this evening to the shower all I could think was, “Those Derby Girls are so much more bad ass than I ever imagined.  RESPECT.  Ouchie….”

(This is immediately followed by thoughts of getting old and wishing I were shorter so my butt would have had less time to gain momentum before smacking against the rink.  Wimpiness thoughts were also involved.)

At the end of the afternoon as we were doing a combo of limping out of the rink and wrangling two young kids I happened to run into the great women I met two weeks ago.  I mentioned to one that I bit it during the skate.

She had the courtesty not to laugh.


After a sleepless night and increasing pain I visited my doc.  Broken wrist!  I’m currently “enjoying” the first broken bone and cast of my life.  The countdown to get use of both opposable thumbs again has started!


To Do, To Do, To Do

Awhile back I may have mentioned that I received an awesome new Android phone for Christmas from The Big Guy.  One of (what I consider) to be the best things about said phone is Color Note.

This super-fantastic App allows me to hold multiple lists in my phone at one time.  I also allows me to check things off when I’m done, archive notes I might want to reference later and color code them. Yippee!

I’m great at making lists.  I’m less great at actually completing all the items on my list.  I usually have multiple “To Do” lists going at one time.  Every once in awhile they even become “To Done” lists.  Now I can archive them for future viewing pleasure:  Look at what *I* did!!!!  In the past I just tossed the scap of paper I initially pulled out of the recycling basket in order to write a list ON back into the recycling/garbage.  (Somehow that is just less satisfying.)

In reality the lists usually end up crammed into the bottom of my wallet, purse or pocket only to be found again when looking for a receipt to return something or while doing laundry.  I’m only slightly ashamed to say that I’ve unearthed receipts for a myriad of items dating 6 to 9 months prior when cleaning out my wallet because I could no longer CLOSE said wallet.  (Yeah, I’m totally *that* lady.)

Color Note also lets you check items off of your list.  This is perhaps the best part of this entire program.  I get to look at my phone at the end of the day and think about all I’ve accomplished.  (Then, I can get back to my ongoing Tetris marathon and checking out what everyone is doing on Facebook.  You know – the *important* things!)

Today I took at look at my ongoing “To Do” list along with my “Housekeeping – Monday” list and was entertained to see how I was just referencing back and forth to other lists and their state of completion.

Example from Housekeeping – Monday:

*  Cook any meals that did not get done on weekend.

(Yeah, cooking for the week is on the ongoing “To Do” list for yesterday.  It’s totally not checked off…)

Another choice:

*  Finish any laundry that did not get done on weekend – including folding.

(Am I the only one who tries to hold themselves accountable by being super specific in their lists?  No cheating!  Laundry isn’t done until it’s folded!  Also – this is totally on my “To Do” list for Sunday, and it’s unchecked too.)

Seems that if the task isn’t on more than one list – it isn’t getting done.  Hmmm….  At least I know myself?

I think I might need to make my list making be more all-inclusive.  I see a list an assume that it’s something dreary (scrub the shower!), dreadful (call the health insurance – again – and try to figure out why they think you still owe them money), chore-laden, money-sucking (groceries.  Seriously – stop using our corn for fuel so we can get back to cheap(er) food!!!!).

I think I need to abosorb more of Tracy Benjamin’s style over at  She brings her list love to a whole new level – and I enjoy her view of the web each Friday with her little list of “the best” stuff she’s seen all week.  LOVE IT!

Maybe I need to get a list going of better things to put on lists.  🙂

*  Disclaimer:  I’ve not been compensated by Color Note or in any way outside of enjoying their great product and writing/photography/cooking ideas!

Its a Bit “LA Story”

I’ve mentioned before that I drive a lot.

150 miles a day a lot.

In that mileage I do a giant circle and have a pretty broad tour of the San Francisco Bay Area freeway system.  Here’s an idea for anyone who cares:

Highway 4

Highway 242

Highway 680

Highway 24

Highway 13

Highway 580

Highway 92

Now for the ride home…

Highway 92

Highway 580

County Road (aka Death trap) Vasco Road

Highway 4 Bypass


Large circle of fun with various sights to see along the way.

(Right now my favorite is a marquee in front of a retirement community that states: ELVIS SIGHTING! followed by the date and time *in the future*.  I’m not sure why this entertains me so much, but I’ve had a chuckle each time I’ve seen it over the past week.)

However, on to the reason for this post:

CALTRANS has been generous enough with the Calfornians’ tax money to provide large information signs throughout the highway system, kind of like the one in LA Story with which (whom?) Steve Martin’s character has a relationship.

These signs have the ability to be awesome.  Whoa!  It’s going to take me 45 minutes to drive the next 10 miles into Oakland?  There must be an accident!  Or, the also helpful warning on the bridge that the right lane is going to be closed in the next 1/2 mile.  (Note to self: move over now as no one is going to be kind enough to let you in later!)

But, more often than not I just have to laugh at what someone decides to publish for the entire commuting community to see.  Last week there was VERY heavy fog.  Fog so heavy I couldn’t even see the bridge from my office parking lot that actually butts up against the bridge base.  The sign at the base of the bridge was kind enough to inform me of this fog.  (I think that is what it was telling me anyway – it was really foggy….)

Then, there is my personal favorite message:  a message informing me that the Bay Bridge is going to be closed for the weekend – but not THIS weekend.  No.  President’s Day weekend.  The weekend 15 days from now.  EVERY single sign – including some extras that CALTRANS put out on medians, etc. – has this message on it.

(It’s actually kind of distracting.  Where are all these extra signs from?  Is there an emergency?)

All other possible helpful information has been bumped for this tidbit that I have no use for until month end.  (Or, let’s be real.  I don’t drive into the city on purpose for ANY reason.  I take public transportation.  I don’t care if the bridge is closed or not.)

If history is going to repeat itself my guess is that this message is on ALL freeway signs in the state.  So, even if I’m driving AWAY from San Francisco toward Tahoe or even the mecca that is Disneyland, I’ll have this information in my back pocket for future reference.  Seriously – this deserves a great big What The?….

Last year there was a giant freeway re-route/closure in the greater Los Angeles area.  I got those messages of closure during my daily commute.  I had no idea where the 205 freeway was.  Thank goodness for coworkers and local media who were constantly telling me about the impending “Carmageddon”.  Imagine my relief when I realized I could stop thinking about it – because it was taking place 350 miles from my life.  Whew!

I guess I just get to appreciate the effort that the state is going through to keep me informed and laugh at the result.  Now, if they could just put that much effort into patching up those potholes…