Finally got my Roller Derby Zombie tattoo. Figured it was my reward for getting certified. Rupert & Judy together at last.
I have had my shares of ups and downs lately. But thankfully, the ups have been bigger and better than the downs.
Work has been rough these past few weeks. Since my co-worker has been out on maternity leave, yay baby! I have been working a lot of overtime. Boo long hours!
As much as I have been complaining about work, and being there so much, the plus is a nice check at the end of the year, and added bonus, a promotion!
So while I may complain about the long hours and unappreciated work (promotion is not in current department), I have to be thankful I have a job.
Mike is currently outside in our new garage putting up the new garage door opener. The roofers were here yesterday and put a new roof on the entire house. Again, I could be ungrateful about them stomping all over my Christmas decorations in the yard, and breaking most of the light bulbs in the house, how does that happen? And the tiny hole in my bedroom ceiling, again, how does that happen? I am immensely thankful to have a roof over my head and a nice warm house to call my own.
I have most of my Christmas shopping done with the exception of a few things, though I do have to contact one of our vendors to tell them about a mistake they made on an item I got for myself, so that could be worse.
I didn’t have time to go out and get a real tree this year with Mike. That sadden me for a while, but instead I bought a little 4 foot tree and Mike has been making me laugh with the extra little things he keeps doing with it. Like stringing empty beer cans as ornaments and decorating it with decoy crows. I know, he’s a little more country than I am probably to balance out the “city girl” that I am.
So all in all, there are the little losses strewn about the day, but in the end I really have a lot to be thankful for right now, and I’ll take it.
Oh! And super awesome bonus! After a long day at work, I came home to find a present from my obscure official secret Santa waiting for me! Zombie Penalty Tracking Sock Monkey named Pitzy Jr.!
Patience is something that I have had very little of as of late.
And I am not sure why that is.
In fact, this lack of patience is coming to me at exactly the wrong time.
Being the Co-Head NSO of a large crew of officials is hard. Everyday I am challenged with new things. Roster changes. This person not getting along with that person. How to motivate my crew just enough. How do I make practice fun, yet educational. Making sure that we meet the needs of the league.
And on top of it all, I am also trying to balance my own ego.
A Scorpio by birth, I am energetic, and powerful. Unfortunately, I am also jealous, depressive and self-destructive. I have always had the tendency to dive in head first. And I mean into everything. As soon as I get involved into something that intrigues me, I am in it to win it. I will read everything, educate myself in whatever way possible, and fully incorporate myself into what ever it is.
I like zombies, I’m going to read everything I can, and watch all the movies. (Ok, admittedly on this one, I kinda suck at watching movies so there are a lot of essential zombie movies I haven’t seen).
I like Weird Al. I have his entire discography, have seen every video, subscribe to his newsletter and YouTube channel, and I have seen him in concert 4 times now. He’s an idol and I hope to meet him some day.
Roller Derby. I have read books, watched movies, attended more bouts than I can count, and have jumped right into officiating. From occasional fan, to season ticket holder, to NSO, to Head NSO working playoffs in under 3 years.
I don’t do things lightly.
And that’s how I tend to get myself into trouble.
My biggest challenge lately is trying to motivate the NSO crew to continue to seek out ways to improve their officiating. I am coming to understand that not everyone wants follow in my footsteps. And that has been a hard lesson.
I am also working towards becoming a mother. I am trying to eat right, eliminate caffeine, get sleep, drink less alcohol. This is also when I am working on being a good wife as well. I know some of you might think it’s silly, but I still want to provide Mikey with a clean house, and home cooked meals when I can. I am grateful that he helps with these things too.
In the last 6-8 months I have been on pins and needles waiting for the next big thing that is going to change my life. Am I going to get certified as an NSO with the WFTDA? Am I going to work the WFTDA Playoffs? Am I going to get elected as Co-Head? All things that I couldn’t control the outcome of.
Now I am waiting on myself to take the next big steps.
“Patience is a bitter plant but it has sweet fruit.” –
Zombies and the Detroit Derby Girls? Witness the apocalypse this Saturday as the D-Funk Allstars take on The Pistolwhippers. Tickets are quickly being devoured! Zombies from the Gleaner’s Food Bank Zombie Walk will be on site collecting can goods. Dress … Continue reading
Last night, an old high school buddy of Mike’s stopped by. We haven’t seen Nate in some time, he moved to Kentucky a few years ago.
He brought us a mason jar of the Bluegrass state’s finest moonshine. Just the smell of it alone made me choke.
I suggested we save it for the zombie apocalypse. It could be used as emergency car fuel, to light lanterns, or even disinfect wounds. Heck, it’d probably knock you out in the event of an emergency amputation. Don’t let those bites spread now.
Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if this stuff actually turned people into zombies.
Ta Da! Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the newly designed Zombies & Robots: A Love Story.
As many of you have probably already figured out, back in January I moved from Blogger to WordPress. I even bought my own domain; zombiesandrobots.net. It was a huge step in making myself more committed to writing. I have had a few “Oh dear god what have I done” moments, but introducing the new site to you has been an extremely satisfying and joyous occasion.
Above you will see my new banner designed for me by my dear friend Tig O’Hitties. I contacted Tig after she began designing Facebook banners and other graphics for the Detroit Derby Girls Facebook page. And I have to say, she was more than awesome to work with, and she handled my very silly sketches very well and was able to produce for me something straight out of my mind.
One thing that I have learned from Roller Derby is that if you ever need anything, someone in the league has it or does it, or knows some one that does. Lawyers, doctors, (super awesome) graphic designers, chemical engineers, mediators, librarians, (extremely handsome) FedEx package handlers, heating and cooling specialists. Roller Derby has them all.
One of my favorite stories I tell people is about when Mike and I first bought our home. We needed to have A/C installed and a friend of ours gave us a name of someone that has always provided a good deal. We called and called and this chick never seemed to have the time for us. Then my friend mentions that she’s been laid up for a bit with a broken leg. How’d she break that leg? Derby. I use my smart phone to look up her contact info in Facebook, find out what team she plays for and strike up a conversation… One thing leads to the next and she’s got her guys out to our house the next week. And I made a new friend.
For those of you interested in working with Tig O’Hitties on your own projects, you can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org. Although Tig has been working under her government name for a number of years, she has only recently began freelancing for roller derby leagues and friends. Educated at Detroit’s own College for Creative Studies, Tig has a keen understanding of what the customer wants, and is detail-focused. She comes highly recommend by myself and as one friend has stated “[That banner] is awesweet! … That is awesome & sweet together. Or, awesomely sweet.” (Thanks Doug!)
Keep checking back as I add new features to the blog. And while you’re here, be sure to visit my other pages up top… Read my About Me, View my Instagram feed, check out Events I’ll be at, and wander off into the great unknown with links on my Items of Internet Interest.
I love election night.
I don’t talk politics much. My father is a stubborn conservative. My mother fairly liberal. But we rarely ever spoke politics in our house growing up. I remember when I was in third grade, my elementary school set up a mock polling station in the library and allowed us to each go into a booth on our own and vote for either Bush, Clinton or Perot. I was such a proud 10 year old that day when I came home from school to tell my dad that I voted. “And who did you vote for?” he asked. “Bill Clinton!” I said with a huge grin. He was not thrilled, but that would soon be forgotten after my younger sister pulled on her ears and and stated in a naisily tone, “Hi! I’m Ross Perot!”
I have always tried my best to maintain a decent understanding of politics, though I know there is much to learn. I have taken a few classes in college, I do my research before going to the polls, and try to stay on the up on the important issues, especially local issues that are going to have a direct impact on me and how I live my life. But I wouldn’t say I am am expert, and I tend to keep my opinions to myself. Unless of course, I know the friendship can handle a little friendly debate.
But I love election day. I love getting up early. I love racing out the door to the precinct. I love standing in line waiting for the polls to open. I love it more when I have a travel mug of coffee. I love filling out that little piece of paper, showing them my id and picking up that awkwardly too long ballot and filling in those circles with the provided pen. I love wearing my little “I Voted” sticker… when I get one. And all day I sit and anxiously await when the polls will start closing and the news starts filling in the state diagrams with red and blue.
And I don’t vote early. I like standing in line with my neighbors. The casual nod good morning as you hold the door for each other. The pleasant chit chat about the weather, how long the line is, how bad other states have it. I feel like on this one day every 4 years the entire country is bound together by the same to do list. Almost every person I know is waking up and thinking the same thing, “Today, I need to go vote.”
Tonight I am settling in and watching Brian Williams report in the polls as they close. I have a belly full of duck and venison, a glass of Zombie Killer (a hard cider with honey & cherry from www.bnektar.com) and life is good.