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Yesterday was my birthday.

You know what? Turning 41 seems to be a Not A Big Deal type of birthday, which makes me happy.

Had fun eating and drinking all day, and even squeezed in a beach skate before the weather turned foul. WIN.

The husband got me my very own GPS unit to carry around and even occasionally use. WIN!

A lot of people wished me a happy birthday. Partly because the Derby Dolls 2009 championship game was the night before my birthday. I got a LOT of birthday drinks, cake, and even got swept off my feet by a Santa impostor at the afterparty. WIN!!

Also at the afterparty, I drew an inordinate amount of boob-tattoos. Not a bad thing, but usually I draw on arms more than anything. Good thing there was a guy there whose arms were covered in tattoos but wanted me to draw on him, so he pulled up his shirt and I got to draw away from hipbone to solar plexus. WIIIIIIINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!





















I have two weeks left at the ol' jobby-job. There was hope that the gig would get extended to January, but apparently that's not gonna happen. BUMMER.

Things have gotten comfy to the point where us three in-house storyboard people have no problem screaming, WHORE!!!!!!!!! when the computer program crashes while we work. An occasional ASSHOLE! can be heard as well when things are really crazy.



Last Friday was the Animation Union party. New location, but we still were packed together like sardines trying to network and stuff. I was pleased to discover that people wanted to talk to me again this year...being social at these events is a new feeling for me!




















One side effect from the job is not getting enough exercise. My exercise time has been cut in half. A couple of weeks ago I rode my bicycle from home to the track(approx. 28 miles roundtrip), and thought I was going to die. Part of it was the bent rear wheel on the bicycle, but part of it was also my losing endurance. I also had a derby practice where I thought my lungs were going to explode, and that NEVER happens.

So I've been getting up two hours earlier than I do when I'm working from home to get in some running, bicycling or beach skating before work. It's helped my mood tremendously, though I now have some nasty blisters on my feet for taking up the beach skating again.




















Derby has been making me think a lot lately.

I'm still in a quandry over how to fit together fun/athleticism/monetarily viable when it comes to DIY derby. Why does pure athleticism have to lose the fun edge that brought this crazy group of people together in the first place? Will DIY derby splinter off into groups? The Oly Rollers/pure athletic group made up of lifelong atheletes who want to make derby an Olympic sport. The competitive-but-probably-didn't-come-from-a-sports-background group that makes up most of derby right now. The totally goofy spectacle-over-sport group that features fighting over form?

It could happen. All I know is that I like where I ended up skating-wise...competitive but still willing to wear some silly outfits because it's FUN.





















I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen in life.

Which is stupid, because I should be making something happen for myself. I think this is what keeps me from being a success...too fearful to just say FUCK IT and come up with a plan and plow through with it. What's going to galvanize my puny little frog brain into action?

I don't know.

But overall I'm happy and busy for the moment, and that's OK.

For now.