Derby City Roller Girls

You know, every once in a while its kind of nice to see some girls you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. My friend Heather and I end to see the Derby City Roller Girls this weekend for a bout against the Bleeding Heartland. I've wanted to go ever since I found out we have a team three years ago. It was so fun! I had to reread the rules 20 times and I still wasn't quite sure how you scored each jam session, but it was seriously fun to watch. With team member names like Olivia Hurtin', Mel O'Drama, Celia Graves, and Carrie A. Glock it was a riot. Unfortunely the home team was down by 35 point and when it slipped to 50 points it honestly looked like they just decided to get even if they couldn't win. Suddenly 3 out of a team of 5 are in the penalty box every 3 minutes, leaving only 2 on the floor. A skater falls and stretches out wide for no other reason than to be a tripping hazard for the four people behind her. I would totally go see them again! Probably more than a third of the crowd was family and friends which made it even better. The crowd was totally into it. Family members had team jerseys with names like 'Papa Glock' on the back and 'Sweet Momma's Momma'. Ya, its been a while since I've seen that many tats on display in one place, and ya, I now know where the common Louisvillian lesbian now hangs out one night of the month, but it was really fun to watch. :)

Easter!

(I just discoved that Blogger does drafts....so those posts that I started, got distracted durning, and thought I lost...are still here! So this one is a little late...) So I got to give a talk in sacrament meeting on Easter Sunday. I'd like to point out that in a small congregation, passing the sacrament is a 7 minute deal. Branch business announcements? There were none. I was the first speaker of two and we had 45 minutes to fill...um, color me intimidated. Honestly, though, I don't HATE speaking. I spend more time when preparing a lesson or talk, in my scriptures than I commonly might in a week. It's lucky for me lately, that I teach women on Sunday 1 to 2 times a month. I learn with more depth than I might normally. I really have to review what I believe and what I practice. Sometimes they're not so similar. I've made more adjustments in this area of my life in the last 6 months than I think I've made in the last 4 years. There are lessons that I really feel were meant just for me, let alone the women I teach. I wonder lately what kind of woman I would have been had my life fallen out like I'd intended as a teenager. Would I feel the empathy that I do? Would I be as confident in my own path as I am? Would I have learned to stand up and be counted for what I believe? In business or personal matters? I was considering the other day that my Mom used to refer to me as 'shy'. LOL, I think somewhere in college I got over it. I still blush or ...rottenly...tear up at the drop of a hat (which is why I don't like the click flinks) but I can also almost always find something to talk about. I have so much random knowledge stuffed into my head that it should be used by SOMEBODY.

Priorities

So I haven’t had the best month. Sometimes you look around and realize that life can get harder, quite a bit faster than you ever thought possible. This month, it hasn’t even been my life, it’s been everyone else’s. I cry for them and I want to make things easier. I want to smooth their path. I want to shoulder some of the grief. I didn’t always, but usually I can look around and tell myself, “Well, I can’t fix that, but I can do this…” Lately, the obstacles have been life changers. How can you ‘fix’ something that’s looks so shattered? That it isn’t just going to be hard now, it’s going to be harder forever. My solution to date, be there. Let them know that you know. Let them know you can, if nothing else, listen. I don’t have a lot of concrete obligations with my time. I have a job, but it’s not my life. I have a life, but it’s not my everything. I caught myself thinking last week, “What wouldn’t I give up, to fix this?” Would I drop everything and move across the country? Yes. Would I get tested and go on the donor registration? Yes. Would I sell all I own, (sadly this one took a little longer, but…) Yes. What wouldn’t I give up to save someone I love from hurt? Very little. My integrity, my faith, and my hope are mine, but you can have my time, my focus, and my skills. Just ask.