Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Rotten Pumpkins

Yeah, so these Halloween pics of my rotten little pumpkins are a little late.  

Yeah, Miss Noteworthy is too cool to dress up for the Fun Fest at church anymore.  Although it is apparently ok to wear fake eyelashes, glitter, and blue lipstick.  Bonus is the "inquisitve wizard."

RNR as Cindy Lou Who.  I loved how her makeup turned out.  Doesn't she look fab with turquoise eyebrows?

Not too cool to dress up for the Halloween Mashup at House of Quad.  She is dressed up like one of her favorite songs: Space Age Love Song by Flock of Seagulls.  Yes, I am totally raising her right.

I love any opportunity to wear these shoes.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Fantasy A La Derbyville

Let's start this with a little conversation from Saturday's dinner....

Me:  "My armpits are killing me."

RNR:  "You don't hear that everyday."

My armpits are killing me.  So are my pecs (like I have pecs....), my triceps, my quads, my glutes, and all the muscles I don't know the names of in my back.  Push ups with Annie get me everytime.

Practicing for three and a half hours on Saturday nearly crippled me.  I have hobbled around ever since.

So, derby peeps, painful pits and all, I'm back to dreaming the derby dream.

Last Wednesday's night scrimmage was interesting.  It was the first time I skated for a solid scrimmage hour with girls from the new Muertas line up.  We had some nice successes and a few miserable failures, but all in all, I thought it wasn't too shabby for girls who, for the most part, had never skated together.  Coach Buttermaker may disagree with that, but I haven't asked him. 

I spent a great deal of time up close and personal with the floor (which seems to be a major trend with me right now), but I was particularly proud of two hits that evening.  The first hit was me hitting Lucky while he jammed.  It was not a particularly hard hit, and it did not slow him down or move him or anything.  I did make contact with him though, and that is a victory for me. 

The other hit...  This is the one where I can now retire from derby feeling satisfied (I'm not retiring, so don't go all kuh-razy viral on me.  I don't want to show up for practice on Wednesday to find my spot on the roster has been filled.).

Matomic, Luke "Shortbus" Powell, and a couple of other guys (who have completely escaped my memory at the moment) were in a tight wall, and I knew my jammer needed some help to get to get through there.  I was hanging out in the back (as I am wont to do) and had enough space to get some speed into the hit. I basically barrelled into Luke with everything I had.  And it surprised him.  And moved him a little.  And he said, "Whoa!"

I don't know if I helped my jammer or not.  I have no idea what happened next.  I was just elated that I had made Luke say, "Whoa!".

When the jam was over, Luke told me "Good job!".  This is why I can now retire (don't start rumors, people....) happily.   I don't think I'm able to capture the ecstasy of this moment properly.  Oh well.

So, here is where the derbyville fantasy comes in.

When I returned home, Miss Noteworthy asked me about practice, and I related the me-hitting-Luke story.  As Miss Noteworthy has an active imagination like her mother, she added on to the story for me.

Her fantasy ending goes like this:

"And then Matomic fell to the floor and cried.  Everyone was shocked,  the crowd was quiet,  and no one was quite sure what to do with his sobbing mass on the floor, so the confused refs called off the jam."   

Yay!  Don't you like her dream for me?  Ah...  I'm just going to go bask in that fantasyworld victory for a bit.  Don't bother me.    

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

For My Next Trick...

Apparently, sometime between yesterday afternoon and lunchtime today, Bonus lost his eyeglasses.  I'm sure they fell out of his backpack without either of us noticing.

Since he had not noticed his spectacles were missing, I was not on the lookout for them.  Which means that they certainly did not cross my mind when I backed out of the driveway to go run a few errands.

Just as I pulled into the parking lot of CVS, Mr. Incredible phoned to ask me if I had noticed anything unusual as I left the house.


I had run over the glasses in their case. 

Now that I have had a few hours to think about it, I was the one who pulled his backpack out of the backseat yesterday.  And I have a vague recollection of thinking something fell out of the backpack, but when I looked down, I saw nothing and went in the house. 

What was this doing under my car?

It used to close...

Miraculously, this now sad looking case did it's job!

Wonder if he has a little Clark Kent in him?

Apart from the chewed on earpieces and scratched lenses (from being dropped on cement), Bonus' specs are damage-free!

I wish I could say the same for the two GIANT jars of strawberry preserves that fell out of my trunk when I opened it up after running my errands. 

You win some; you lose some...

Monday, November 5, 2012

Speedy has come to a complete halt

With a heavy heart I sadly report to you that Speedy, our $.03 goldfish, who Miss Noteworthy purchased the week of her eighth birthday, has passed away following a brief battle with air bladder disease.  He was five and a half plus whatever indeterminate amount of time he swam in the feeder tank at Petco before we brought him to our home. 

Following a brief service attended by members of his human family, Speedy was flushed to rest in the powder room.

Miss Noteworthy called Speedy "The Fish who Lived" because she frequently forgot to feed him, add water to his tank, and change his filters, but he was able to overcome her neglect and survive until this weekend.  He not only survived but thrived and grew larger each year.  We had started to make plans for him to accompany her to college.  Plans have changed.