Confession: I Commit a Sin

Oh…you were hoping for a list of them? Well…maybe later. I all seriousness, though, I have envy – jealously – I covet – how ever you want to say it – I am jealous of Stacy At Home Moms – Domestic Engineers or whatever the pc term is this year.

Oh, if I could stay at home – there would be minimal soap opera and talk show watching. I would cook, I would clean, I would be in those mom’s groups, I would go to daytime bible study, Shelby would know her multiplication tables – oh wait – She would be HOME SCHOOLED!!! I would study. There would never be dirty laundry – ahhhh life would be perfect.

Wait – before you attack. I so know that the position isn’t all rainbows and rice krispie treats, but there would be things I wouldn’t miss. I would actually go on field trips – if she wasn’t home schooled. We wouldn’t rush been school and practice to get in home work with just enough time to shove a corn dog at her as we walk out the door. I would be able to spend more time at the table – in conversation that Shelby so craves. I would be more patient about homework because we would have more time.

Shelby finishing her Corn Dog and chips dinner  - yeap it's that bad

I wouldn’t stress to get as much laundry as I can get done, done before we have to go to the next practice, game or meeting. Shelby would be able to be involved in the activities she wants and I would be there un-stressed. I am already there, but I little frazzled at the moment.

And Crafts!!! I see women doing crafts with their children – meh…

I wish I had the opportunity, but not so much that I am going to throw a fit to make it happen. I want my family provided for and therefore I work. Maybe someday…maybe not. My mom only stayed at home a year with me – that year rocked remember mom? – and I turned out just fine with her working.

So there – all my stay at home friends – you know who you are. The organized one who never buys anything without a coupon, the two that get to go shopping together while I work and the ones who are oh so talented in so many ways – I AM JEALOUS OF YOU!!! I wish I could say “Get back to work outside of the home, so I will feel better,” but I know that will never happen and I wouldn’t want it to, you all are blessed to have this time. I will continue to think of you – nicely, yes nicely – as I sit at my desk in the 3^rd Floor of and office building and work. Meh.

Confession: I am no Cosmetologist

First let me say and provide proof I am a natural red head. I was born with it and I still have naturally – some what.

My great aunt Nene – the only relative I had met with red hair – told me that in order to keep your red hair you had to comb your hair every morning with a red comb. I was maybe eight when she told me this, but I knew exactly what she meant because my mother had been combing her hair with a blonde comb for years. Hair dye was the key to that colored comb. You see, beside red hair I was blessed with pre-mature graying – not as bad as my mother, but bad enough that I could at least once a month.

Now back in the day I used to go and drop the money to have it colored, these days I select a little box off a shelf and do it myself. In my early twenties I wanted blonde hair so bad, but would not paid to have my hair stripped and died blonde, so I just used blonde dye – therefore I was strawberry blonde. When I was 30 I went two-toned with a lovely bleach blonde and Burgandy, then Cherry Red, then Black. Yeap, my mother wanted to kill me.

I have to step back and laugh at myself when I go through issues like I did last night. I decided to go more Red then Auburn because someone – Nicole- said “keep it red” after seeing my bridal portraits. I am sure she did not mean this red. As I was coloring my hair I was talking to JAG on ooVoo, so he was “there” witness me dripping red hair dye on the cream bath mats – sorry. You should have seen the shower curtain once I was done washing it out – looked like someone had been…well lets just say lost a lot of blood all over the walls.

All of this didn’t prepare me for when the steam cleared and I took the towel of my head --- oops. Not only is it a shade just lighter then Ronald McDonald, I missed a spot on the side of my head – I hate it when that happens.

I have two weeks for it to fade – oh please please fade! There will be lots of hot showers in my future – hot water makes red fade.

So there – another confession for you – I color my hair and I don’t do it well. I am no Cosmetologist -I need to remember this when I decided I am going to go for a new color while at the grocery store. 

Confession: I only thought I was cut out for Derby.

I thought I would forgo What I Wore Wednesday and give you a little insight on me – you know my favorite topic. I thought it was time to give you some real – not like my other posts aren’t (really I am this happy some days) – real me stuff.

This morning I received an email. Actually, it was stuck in my spam, but when I saw the subject line so many feelings from last year came rushing back – “Tryout Tonight!” It was from the Dallas Derby Devils. All of sudden I felt the embarrassment and paid all over again.

You see…I once thought I was cut out for Roller Derby. I was a fast skater, I hardly ever never fell and I was a tough girl. “I can do that” I thought…I THOUGHT! I had a small stint with the ref team for DDD, but a year later I was ready to actually get in there and be on a team. I had seen the girls skate, I had seen the bouts and knew the game, but that in no way prepared me for what I was going to experience.

I have to admit I was cocky when I walked into Mid-Cities Skateland- the smell brought me back to Junior High when I would spend hours lapping around that exact rink. I had my black with hot pink wheeled skates (shown below in video) ready. I was all set…

Well…can we just say without going to all the details that a year later I am not a part of Derby – oh that sounds bad, like they did something to me and they didn’t – I did it all to myself.

Let’s say – I got my butt kicked. I left with my tail between my legs on the second night and didn’t look back. I had visions of me in my sixties not being able to get out of my chair due to my roller derby injuries. I skate well, but not well enough and I had issues purposely throwing myself on the floor in practice. I left the rink that night in tears I remember calling either Nicole or my mother just crying and saying “I can’t do it – I completely suck at this”. Here I thought I was a good skater, but that meant nothing in this competition – you have to be tough along with being physically and mentally strong – which at the time I was neither.

To make me feel even worse about not making it or following through to make it – this video was posted on the internet.

Click here to see the Video Evidence - that I am not cut out for Derby.

Meh! Yeap…when you watch it that is me busting my booty in a beautiful split fall 26 seconds into the video. (You can catch me again at 1:37 minutes – those are my snazzy – paid too much for skates and again at 1:48 skating.) I was so embarrassed – until today I have only shared this video with one person. I felt like it was time to get it out there and say…

I only Thought I was Cut out for Derby.

Little tear of embarrassment inserted here.

I am not sure if I would go for it again and actually go all the way through try-out – probably not – I would rather do something a little less painful. I do though suggest it to anyone who is thinking about this sport – GO FOR IT! It is awesome and the women are wonderful. Practice skating, but also practice falling – oh and listen when they say get a good mouth piece because it is so uncomfortable to do everything else and have a sucky mouth piece bugging you.

Anyway – a year later I can say I can count on one hand how many times I have been back on those skates, but they will make the trip to JAG’s house and I will probably keep them always – not to mean anything, but because they are cute and spent too much money on them.