Cheese

I love cheese. And men. Cheese and men. Sometimes the worlds collide.

Blue eyes, 6'5, perfect beard and 45 bucks worth of Five Brothers, Blue 61 and Tomme au Marc de Raisin.

Pretty much the best market day ever.

I should also mention that this whole derby business, if you ignore the massive bruises, is doing absolute wonders for my legs. I walk around in heels just to admire my newly reappearing quad muscles.

Swooning, cloud nine, butterflies and cheese. Jesus Christ.

The giggles

I have a friend. He is SO quiet and SO unsuspecting and SO kind (unless of course you take his jacket in a friendly game of murder) but then he will bust out with the most hilarious cutting remarks ever. Also, I hate discussing my ex's. not because I miss them so, but because it just makes me angry again. This convo was the exception.

JacketC: So I hear you got a dog
Me: yep. He's crazy
JacketC: He can't be worse than Abby
Me: GOD no. He's actually really awesome
JacketC: Wait...this dog didnt come with another ridiculous boyfriend, did he?
Me: No no
JacketC: Man, you are already WAY ahead of the game.

I wish I had a video recorder in my brain. I would watch that moment more than the Indian midgit wop wop dance.


Also, let me introduce to you my first official derby injury.

Dear Cancer

For whatever reason you are a part of our world. I get it. Thing is, you gotta give more than one months notice. That shits just not fair.

Fuck you

The late great Cecil

Circa 1995-August 21, 2013

Goodbye my friend. You were the best.

Dream of me as I dream of you, that we might meet in the morning.

Raaaaafi

Season 4 of The League and naniamo bars equal the best roller skating recovery program ever.

Also, how and WHY do I find Rafi so goddamned sexy?

Summer eating and poor choices

Summer fun times typically start with an innocent text.

I'll change names to protect the innocent

Brian Young:When are you fixing your lawn?
Christie the Great:In about 5 years. Haha. Why?
Brian Young:Great! Martin and I want to dig a big hole in your backyard to roast a pig.

This shit better happen is all I am saying.

Other than using my pre destroyed yard for a pig roast another thing I adore about summer is homemade salsa.

It's beautiful!!! It's amazing how blissfully unaware I am that I am eating pure garbage the rest of the year. Seeing as I have an over abundance of tomatoes this year I am searching high and low for that perfect salsa recipe to can. Problem is that I can not find a great one that preserves the fresh flavor that, well, the fresh stuff provides. Woe is me.

In other news..first derby boot camp tonight. I am having the worst time getting my mouth guard just right AND my helmet still isn't in. Ugh. I will also come right out and say, I shit you not, I'm wearing full length spandex on my legs. While my vanity would typically prevent my fat ass from wearing such a thing my inherent fear of tight pads on bare skin trumps all.

Awesome reckless decisions.

For a solid two years now the roller derby has haunted me.  I hummed and hawed until Monday when I marched downtown and did it....bought my gear and joined the TCRG Freshmeat Bootcamp.  4 months of training to see if I am good enough to join the great TCRG League.   ROLLER DERRRRRBY!


Look at my new skates...LOOK AT THEM!!!!

Gahh!  They wont be ready for me until Tuesday unless, by some miracle, they show up before I head out to the cottage.   Until then, I shall put my feet up at Brian's cottage with buds, enjoying what I consider to be the best goddamned cottage deck in the history of the world.

Best.day.ever