So I fell behind on the blogging. I also missed my first 365 self portrait. Day 41, a day that will go undocumented. It's the day I was sucked into a vortex that was just out of reach of my D80. Otherwise you KNOW I would've taken about a million pictures of that thing. What else am I failing? No Soda 2009. DUDES. I'm literally minutes from marching myself into the break room and buying a big 'ol 8oz Coca Cola Classic. I want it so bad, that if I were on an island and some skinny blonde had just taken off her bikini for some peanut butter and chocolate (which CBS would have us believe is the end all be all of women's culinary delight), I would offer to have her do it again so that I could enjoy a giant chug of soda. And then I'd gulp too big and get that big carbonation bubble in my throat and feel like I was gonna die for about 15 seconds but it would be SO WORTH IT.
What else have I failed at this month... ah yes, roller derby. Just over a week ago I went to a local skating rink to practice my skills, in anticipation of a new 'fresh meat' training camp for the DC Rollergirls. After almost 2 hours of remaining successfully upright, I fell right on my ass while pointing and laughing at a friend who was in the process of losing her balance. She stayed on her feet while karma refocused her attention on me just in time to show me that my but is not the massive cushy pillow I originally believed. This left me with a bruised tailbone and the inability to sit properly on ANYTHING. Awesome.
My original plan was to soldier on- enjoy the Vicodin induced hazes while they lasted, go to training camp and stand on the sidelines until I was able to get back into some skates. But then the economy took another dive and reality stepped in to remind me that perhaps I should persue a different and less painful hobby. Because let's face it, I'm gonna land on my ass again, and when I do I'm gonna be sooooo pissed about it.
Instead, I'm going to rededicate my focus and monies to my original passion- the sea. I want to learn to SCUBA dive this year, and that ain't cheap. I also have wanted to learn to sail for a while, and there are a few marinas in the area that offer workshops. Since I just can't seem to grown any gills I figure it's time to find other ways to sustain myself under and on top of the water. I'm definitely looking forward to persuing those interests, and content to watch other girls push each other down on a derby track. Well, for now anyway. Let's face it- I just wanted the fishnets, a cute skirt, some rollerskates, and a cool nickname anyway. I'll find out what other ways I can support the ladies of DC Derby without having to get my healthcare provider involved.