When I get a burst of energy, I work a little on my RV which never fully recovered from the onslaught on Lovebugs in northern Florida.
This is Serious Fun! There has been a tsunami in The Roller Derby World and there is even a cartoon category for ladies' roller derbying! While men have always had football, now women have Roller Derby! It is enticing to think one can legally--in a game--knock people down, speed skate and adopt a dangerous nickname to wear on your shirt. I would probably do this if I were 30 years younger!
For those unfamiliar (including me) with one of the only full-contact sports for women, here's a quick rundown:
Each 30-minute half is broken into shifts called jams. A pack of eight players, called blockers, hold the front position while two jammers wait in the back. When the whistle blows, the two jammers try to break through the pack and out the other side.
Once the jammers make their way through the hips and elbows of the blockers, they are able to begin scoring, earning a point every time they legally pass a member of the opposing team.
This poster sums up my position on the subject:
Today, an extraordinarily dreary weather day Sis and I took the loose coins to the nearest CoinStar and went to the Bear River Casino where we did not win any money. So, we lunched at the Eel River 100% Organic Brewery (it's a California thing) where
the beer was bold and cold ...
....and wall art reflected local industry-related witicisms.
In about 10 days, I will be going up to Portland to attend my grandniece's 5th birthday and reunite with family members. My sister and I are in charge of the kiddie gift bags and the Safari Treasure Hunt. We went to the Thrift Shop and bought 12 stuffed animals for $2.20. Between now and then, we must think of clue-rhymes to help 5 year olds look for a specific animal like:
"I go Meow and I'm not a Bat.
Look for 4 legs and a tail and find the *___."