AND WE'RE STILL UNDEFEATED WAHOO

longer post later, but to sum up:

- I crashed into the suicide seats, directly into an older guy with a cane, and also took out a referee while I was at it.

- I also believe I gave the other team's jammer a nosebleed at one point.

how my mind works

Last night we had our league meeting, as we usually do the Thursday before a bout.  This month one of the topics was the fact that elections for the 2012 Board of Directors are coming up in September and nominations and platforms are due in a few weeks.  Our league president this year is moving back to Texas in a few weeks, so she won't be going for re-election.

At one point, one of the skaters sitting in front of me turns around, looks at me and says "President?"

I literally cackled at her.

Then, on the way home, in my head.....

KICKTORIA #1: President?  Gah.  NO THANK YOU.

KICKTORIA #2: It *was* pretty cool that she thought of you for it.

KICKTORIA #1: True.  But no.

KICKTORIA #2: Well, no. Not President.  But how about a general board position?  The "WFTDA Liaison" position sounds interesting...

KICKTORIA #1: NO.

KICKTORIA #2: Are you suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure?  It probably wouldn't be *too* time consuming...

KICKTORIA #1: SHUT UP RIGHT NOW.

KICKTORIA #2: You could find out what's going on with everything before everyone else...

KICKTORIA #1: I AM NOT LISTENING TO YOU.

KICKTORIA #2: You didn't do anything leadership-wise with the league this year....

KICKTORIA #1: THAT'S BECAUSE I SPENT THE FIRST TWO YEARS DOING EVERYTHING FOR THE LEAGUE.  I HAVE EARNED THIS, DAMMIT.  I'M TURNING ON SPOTIFY RIGHT NOW.

KICKTORIA #2: You've got two weeks until platforms are due.  Think about it.

KICKTORIA #1: I KNOW YOU, LITTLE LIBERTINE....I KNOW YOU'RE A CANNONBALL

KICKTORIA #2: I'll be baaaaaaaack.....

oh, yeah

I used my new Supar Thin Mouthguard on Monday, and it was amazing.  I could breathe!  I could drink water!  I could shriek loudly and clearly!  There's one spot on it that hardened into a weird point, but I'm afraid to try and heat it up again.

Q: What week is it? A: IT'S BOUT WEEK WAHOO!

So at about 8:50 last night we were getting ready to do another drill and I asked "do we have time to do this?" and then I was reminded that our Monday practices are 7-10, not 7-9. Whoops!

Yar, yar, yar.  The callus on my foot was screaming with pain by the end of last night's practice.  At one point we were kind of scrimmaging, and the skater in front of me closest to the inside of the track fell, which caused a chain reaction of sorts where EVERYONE ACROSS THE ENTIRE TRACK FELL.  I went "okay, I need to swerve to the right...okay, I need to swerve more to the right....AND MORE TO THE RIGHT GEEZ LOUISE I HOPE EVERYONE'S OKAY."  I felt like Steven Bradbury. 

I could have scrimmaged all night, I could have scrimmaged all night, and still have begged for more

highlight of the evening: the second half of scrimmage night is Experiment Time.  This is how I ended up jamming.

I get a good jump off the line and hit the pack first.  One of last year's A team blockers (she got injured in March and is going through her tryouts now) gets in front of me, but I'm patient.  I wait.

And then I see it - a glorious open path, right on the inside of the track.  NO one, not even my team, is in the way.

I hustle my butt up there and get called lead jammer. Yay!

 I think I ended up scoring, like, one or two points before I called it off.  Whee!

my headshot for the travel season

You can't really see it, but the 45 I have on my crown is "That Was Then, This is Now/Theme From the Monkees" from 1987.

to keep you all updated on the minutae of my life

THE TAX RETURNS ARE DONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I JUST HAVE TO GET THE LEAGUE PRESIDENT TO SIGN OFF ON THE NYS THING AND SHE'S DOING THAT THIS EVENING AND THEN I'M DONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

I didn't go to practice on Sunday because (a) I spent the day before at my brother-in-law's housewarming party, drinking and trying to smash lawn gnomes with jarts (the gnomes were down in a 30' valley from where we were standing) and (b) I told myself that if I finished the tax returns on Sunday (which I did, WAHOOOOOOOOOOOO) I wouldn't have to go.

I went to practice last night, but sat out 95% of it because (a) my knee was crazy sore and stiff and (b) I'd had gastro-intestinal distress earlier in the evening and hadn't quite recovered from it.  I'm okay for attendance, though.

There was a blogged review of our last bout online.  I kinda love it when my name gets mentioned in the "aren't these names cool?" part of stuff like this.  (Did I ever mention how I decided upon my name?  I had all sorts of awesome ideas* that were already in the database. Then I had other ideas which I only kinda liked.**  Then, on one website I frequent, someone was looking for ideas for *her* derby name, and in giving an example about how the names have to be unique, said "You can have 'Victoria Deck'em', but you can't have 'Kicktoria Deck'em'"  and I thought "I like Kicktoria.  Let's expand upon that."***.)

I finally bit the bullet and ordered a new mouthguard.  I really despise the one I have now, even though my dentist made it for me.  It's big and bulky and occasionally when I get short of breath it keeps popping out.  I went with white because in photos it'll sort of look like normal teeth.

I also discovered this, which is totally and completely made of awesome, except for the part where someone in Australia swiped a graphic designed by Coach Dude and put it on fabric.  (That particular fabric is not for sale yet, but I'm still annoyed by it.) 

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*I STILL love "Helena Handbasket".
** "Nom de Guerre", for example.
***During our last bout of last season, where the proceeds went towards breast cancer research and everyone adopted breast-related names, I became "Kicktoria's Secret".