No Celery Please

This day has ALREADY been 500 HOURS LONG…

And I haven’t even gotten to the lunch part yet.

Could be a lengthy afternoon.

So I started off on Yahoo looking at their always-wonderful headlines.

I was going to post a post making fun of the grammar on this one…

Colo. man indicted for threatening to assassination Obama

It’s like they have no copy editors at all.

But then I actually clicked on the link and read the story.  It appears that the guy is a crank and was clearly not actually capable of carrying out any threats he made.

But what killed me about the story was this quote from the “threatener”

“I’m not mad about him becoming president, but he’s not doing what he said he was going to do,” he said. “He’s not doing anything for the lower class — just the middle and upper class. Medications are going up, not lowering, and jobs are being lost. His actions are going to get him in trouble.”

So, this guy is mad because in the ONE WEEK that Obama has been president, he has not single-handedly fixed the economy, brought wealth to the poor, cured cancer, and brought about world peace. (OK, so the president-threatener probably doesn’t care about world peace).

Jackass.

Frustrated?  Angry?  Need to hit someone?

Well… you’re in luck!  Because Roller Derby has come to WV!!

http://www.wvgazette.com/News/200901240497

You may want to check it out iffn you are in the area.  Good fun, good exercise!

Well, that was a most exciting story yesterday, filled with adventure, excitement, fried chicken, and, of course, horrible squirrel-related fatalities.

Great!  I can’t wait for the movie!!

OK, so this was way too fun over at Tiff’s house yesterday not to be repeated.

So here’s the dealy-o…

I am going to start a  story in the comments with on sentence.

You peoples who come by here and read… you add ONE sentence to the story in the comments. (you know, please?)

We shall see how quickly Ron can turn it into some kind of Squirrel snuff story.

Feel free to add as many sentences as you like, as long as someone else has added one after your one (does that make sense?)

Here goes…

Got a SERIOUS case of the Monday blahs going on.

Everything is boring and sucky and horrible.

Except, it isn’t, and I know it isn’t, and I have no reason to be feeling all blah, so JUST STOP IT!!!  STOP IT!!!

Stupid Brain.

At least tomorrow is Tuesday.

Saw this headline on Yahoo’s home page:

Team regrets 100-0 win

A Texas high school team wants to set things right after crushing an opponent by 100 points.

http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=903780

So the winning team wants to apologize for being so much better than the losers and not holding back when it was clear they were going to crush them.

I can see the impulse – these are both Christian schools and want to be all “brotherly love” and “Christ-like”

But, you know?  What kind of life lesson is it to teach kids that if they really suck at something, the key is to get the people who are better than them to not try as hard in order to avoid making them look bad?

How about… wow – that team really kicked our asses!  Maybe we should practice more and try harder!!

Sigh – one day they will get to the real world where people will slit your throat for a corner office, and they will have to learn that lesson in an environment where more is at stake than a ball game.  They are not being helped by this.

I was quite pleased to see The inauguration of Barak Obama as President yesterday.

He was my candidate of choice before Iowa.  I continued to like him through the campaign.  I even – in a move COMPLETELY unprecedented for me – gave a donation of MY HARD EARNED MONEY to his campaign.

So, as you can see – I like the guy and think he will be a good president.

I do not, however, feel that he is (depending on your religion) either the first, second, or even third coming of God incarnate to the planet.

He’s a person.  A person with some ideas I like.  He’s going to govern the country.  He’s going to do some things right.  I am sure he will do some things wrong.  Hopefully, he’ll have more of the former than the latter.

He is not the salvation of the world. 

I fear that the people who are looking at him to change everything about this country and this planet are setting themselves up to be mightily disappointed. He is a man.  A good man.  I hope that people will let that be good enough.

Last Monday I went to Scrimmage for the second time. 

Scrimmage is very confusing, and although I am sure that some time in the future, I will be able to skate properly and hold my position and keep up with the pack and track where both jammers are and who is doing what… right now it’s still all just a blur.

To make a long story short… Last Monday I was not skating in proper derby position (because new derby-ers tend to stand up straight when they get overwhelmed) and I took a shoulder to the rib cage.

Adrenaline got me back up on my feet and chasing the pack right away… but after practice, and the next morning…  well, I knew something wasn’t right.  The hurty-ow-ow was pretty bad… bad enough that I took several aspirin (which is something I NEVER do, usually no matter what the pain).

The pain went on pretty badly, but I am an expert at denial and I figured if I just went on pretending I was fine, then I would be.  (I do the same with colds, etc) Plus… iffn I went to a DOCTOR, they might tell me to take a derby break – and I only JUST started scrimmaging!!  Not gonna happen.

Saturday was, I think, the worst.  I almost broke down and made an appointment.  I figured… surely with this much pain (I was taking aspirin AGAIN) there must be something really wrong in there.  A crack or something.

But it was the weekend, and there was no doctor option, so I sucked it up, took my pills and went on about my business.

I decided that Sunday practice would be the litmus test.  I went Sunday morning.  I skated.  And, boy howdy, yes it did hurt.

But… after practice, something interesting happened.

The pain that had come on pretty strong during the suicide drills, just started to fade out.

By Monday morning, I was actually feeling pretty good.  Took the Niece and Nephew to the all day skate for a few hours (the rink is open all day on school holidays) skated some more.  Felt better.

Scrimmaged again last night (sure as heck remembered to stay in proper stance all the time this time) and today I am just getting a twinge here and there.

For future reference I will keep in mind… if you do something horrible to yourself playing derby… MORE DERBY PRACTICE is, it appears, the cure.

(OK, OK, so clearly nothing was broken, I spose it was kinda bruised. And, no, I suppose I am not silly enough to think that if I had been actually broken that woulda worked. Still.)

I am going to NYC first week of February for some training.

I was, up until yesterday, booked to come back on the Friday flight 1549.

(If you live under a rock, you may not know that 1549 crashed into the Hudson yesterday)

That flight crashed at about 3:30 pm.

At 11:06 pm, I got a new itinerary in my mailbox telling me that I am now on flight 1543 on Friday (no time changes or anything).

The speed at which the airline got that changed and out tells me that they must have one heck of a disaster plan in place.

I suppose that they must retire those flight numbers when the planes go down so folks aren’t freaked out by taking the same flight.

And no, I am not really freaked out by the idea of my trip to NYC on a plane.  Not being very good a math, I have an innate feeling that my odds of being in any kind of crash are reduced any time there’s another serious incident before I fly… ’cause, hey… something JUST happened, so it’s unlikely to happen again so soon.  Any statisticians out there will be sure to correct me, because I know odds don’t work like that.  But it’s my brain and I’ll think what I want to.