Where's the towel?

I am ready to throw it in. I feel as if I am running myself ragged. I am going to school, I start my 3rd class after spring break and haven't really taken the time to properly study for the 2 I am in now. Luckily you can not tell this by my grades.

Now what used to be my outlet is becoming my bane. I still love the sport and will always be apart of it, but I am tired of the people who always need to be in the spotlight throwing their insecurities at me, and making me doubt myself. News flash people, I do not care anymore.

What does home look like?

I wish I could tell you. These past two weeks have been so hectic. The Divas held our first home bout this past Saturday, and as usual, we sold out, had a great time, and enjoyed the company of fellow derby people.

But the worst part of the bout is what goes on behind the scenes, the communication, or lack there of between multiple parties. I assisted in producing the program, we sent out deadlines, but those were ignored. Thank you so much to Mike the printer guy, who always goes above and beyond for all of his customers.

So, in the past two weeks I have not been home for 24 hours straight. I arrive home late at night, watch a little of the Olympics, then close my eyes. My cat shadow has decided 8:30 is when I need to be out of her spot on the bed, this is not going well and she needs to learn to wait her turn.

I have been trying so hard to sleep in till at least 10 since I don't usually hit the hay till after 1 or 2 am. Then it is shower, change, maybe a little email reading and it's off to run more errands, babysit, or off to a class I haven't had time to study for. Luckily I am a person who is fairly good at absorbing what I hear and write down in class, but it is coming to that portion in the semester where it's going to get harder. Hopefully I can finally find the time to do what I should have been doing since January.

Well, I have once again avoided studying by updating the world wide web with needless information, and it is 15 minutes until my next medical terminology quiz. Wish me luck!

If you build it they will come

Picture Courtesy of Doug McGinness www.thestudiobeloit.com

The Sirens built the ad campaign, sold the tickets and rented the venue. The fans came out, and DD Hunter made her return as a Diva. This past weekend I returned to the flat track after my May 8th motorcycle accident. I had a blast, got in some good hits, and skated my bottom off.

The cold I have been fighting for the last few weeks saw what a fighter I truly am so kicked it into high gear to take me down. Hopefully I can come from behind and show it the door.