I discovered something wonderful yesterday. It's called Broomball and it may very well lead to my paralysis but...I'm willing to overlook that little fact.
For those of you who don't know what Broomball is (similarly to how I didn't know what it was until yesterday) it's basically hockey minus the skates. You're on ice with tennis shoes (or any other shoes of your choice. However, I'd stay away from stilettos...little tip from the pros) and a stick in which you whack a grapefruit sized ball around.
Now, some of you who know me might say that this sounds like pure insanity on my part. Well, I would like to point out that I usually only fall down stairs and even then it includes heels & talking. My daddy said I can walk, talk and chew gum but he never said nothin' bout no stairs.
But back my original point...this game is awesome. Give me a stick and something to whack... I'm pretty happy. Give me a stick, something to whack and someone to beat...even happier. I like winning, what can I say? Not winning in the Charlie Sheen sense, because let's be honest, that takes a special kind of person and I'm not quite sure I'm that special. No, winning in the simple I'm-a-girl-who-just-scored-on-your-pansy-ass-you-delicate-little-flower-boy way. Not that I did that but...I will. Tenacity, people. Tenacity.
And for your information, I only fell twice. And one of those times was because someone hit me. The other time...well, may or may not have been from me simply walking across the ice. But whatever. Judgers.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Where In The World...
Geez. Where have you been? Okay, okay...more like where have I been?? Sheesh, you must think I don't love you guys anymore! Well, let me play some catch up...
First on the list of crazy-life-changing-shite, I moved to San Francisco. Holy hell, that's still weird to type. Being here is bizarre for many reasons. One reason in particular is because a year ago I was firmly convinced that I was headed towards Southern California. That ship sailed, burned and sank. Clearly, I'm not one to sit back for too long so...here I am. My friend Gillian needed a roommate and...voila. Now, before ya'll ask if I completely lost my mind...SF is wonderful for many many reasons. I have amazing things ahead for my career here. I needed a push, some inspiration. I needed people in my age group, young professionals. Fresh ideas, challenges. I just needed change. Don't get me wrong, it's scary as hell. However, I've learned that nothing worth having is ever easy. Road less traveled and all that.
Bizarre part dos (and no that is not do's. It's "two" in Mexican, you uneducated bastards. Ahaha, I kid. I KID!)? When I graduated from high school (ten years ago, eeek!) we had senior predictions as to where we'd be in ten years. My prediction had said that I'd be living in San Francisco and working as an interior designer. Well, the interior designer part was wrong but the fact that I moved to the city almost ten years to the date that I graduated...weird. ness.
So...aside from picking up my life and shaking it up like a snow globe...I started dating someone. His presence in my life has confirmed how God or Fate or whatever you want to call it puts people in your life right when you need them. He's genuine, kind and just all around lovely to me. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
Anywho, I'm back (why to I feel like tagging on a "bitches!!!" to that statement?... I will resist) and will hopefully be a bit better about sharing my witticisms. I've still got 'em, I swear!
Bitches.
First on the list of crazy-life-changing-shite, I moved to San Francisco. Holy hell, that's still weird to type. Being here is bizarre for many reasons. One reason in particular is because a year ago I was firmly convinced that I was headed towards Southern California. That ship sailed, burned and sank. Clearly, I'm not one to sit back for too long so...here I am. My friend Gillian needed a roommate and...voila. Now, before ya'll ask if I completely lost my mind...SF is wonderful for many many reasons. I have amazing things ahead for my career here. I needed a push, some inspiration. I needed people in my age group, young professionals. Fresh ideas, challenges. I just needed change. Don't get me wrong, it's scary as hell. However, I've learned that nothing worth having is ever easy. Road less traveled and all that.
Bizarre part dos (and no that is not do's. It's "two" in Mexican, you uneducated bastards. Ahaha, I kid. I KID!)? When I graduated from high school (ten years ago, eeek!) we had senior predictions as to where we'd be in ten years. My prediction had said that I'd be living in San Francisco and working as an interior designer. Well, the interior designer part was wrong but the fact that I moved to the city almost ten years to the date that I graduated...weird. ness.
So...aside from picking up my life and shaking it up like a snow globe...I started dating someone. His presence in my life has confirmed how God or Fate or whatever you want to call it puts people in your life right when you need them. He's genuine, kind and just all around lovely to me. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
Anywho, I'm back (why to I feel like tagging on a "bitches!!!" to that statement?... I will resist) and will hopefully be a bit better about sharing my witticisms. I've still got 'em, I swear!
Bitches.
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