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I just moved the blog over to Wordpress. I'm not totally abandoning this but I need a new start. Since I probably won't get one in my real life, I'll settle for my online life.

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Central Florida Highland Festival

Today I went to the Central Florida Highland Games with friends from the Slug Club. I try to go every year or two (mostly because I have a thing for chuscular guys and guys in kilts - highland games always combine the two in a wonderful way) but this year I was disappointed.

For one thing, we normally go on Sundays. They're usually quiet days, a little boring, but quiet. It gives my friends and I some peace while we watch the games, enjoy the music, etc.  Saturdays are a whole different thing. It was *packed* full of people. As someone who gets a bit of social anxiety in crowds, I wasn't doing well. I barely made it in before I had a headache and felt a little claustrophobic. Once I finally met up with my group (after parking a couple of miles away and walking to the site), we watched the caber toss, walked around the site, and then left. I think I spent maybe 3 hours there, which is a relatively short day for us. We didn't even get to drink because the lines for beer were too long. You have to stand in two lines - one for beer tickets and one for the actual beer. Both lines were ridiculous and they only had two beer stands. 

The eye candy was good, but it felt weird to be there without Shae. When you're the only one perving over the guys in kilts, then you're creepy. But when there's two of you, you're potentially drunk girls having a good time. Lesson learned: I'll always go to the Games on Sundays now and will drag Shae every time. 

New Thing #3 - Visit the Charleston Museum

When I was 14, my grandparents moved to South Carolina. They both retired and decided it was too expensive/dangerous to continue living in the DC Metro area, so they picked up and moved to this little dinky town in middle of nowhere about 45 minutes north of Charleston. Sixteen years later, this town finally grew large enough to get a Dollar General (no actual grocery store or anything yet. Just a Dollar General.) I used to go visit them every summer. When I turned 23, my parents lost everything and moved in with my grandparents. When they divorced, Dad stuck around to take care of my grandfather after my grandmother passed away.

All of this is really just to show you I've had plenty of opportunities in my life to go to Charleston. My grandma took me once during one of those summers. We walked around a lot but, being from DC and accustomed to free museums, did not want to pay to get into any of the museums or houses. I haven't been back since, though I desperately wanted to go. Charleston, South Carolina is a gorgeous city. It really is. The history is absolutely fascinating as well. One time when I go up, I want to take a carriage ride through the city on one of the historical tours, just to have someone talking to us about all of the different places there. This past Christmas, Kim took us into downtown to see the sights.

The middle picture is where they auctioned the slaves. Back behind that is a long building that stretches out for multiple blocks. Now they have a number of local vendors selling their wares (mostly Charleston tourist stuff probably made in China) but before, the long buildings behind it were for holding people until they were ready to go on the auction block. (Or so I've gathered.) It's depressing as hell but I'm glad they decided to keep that part of history around as a reminder. (The city needs it. The racism there is ridiculous.) I have to admit though - it's a little weird to see that public face to it looking so nice. It's hard to imagine something so pretty hosting something so ugly.

We also (finally!) went into one of the museums. The Charleston museum was very nice - better than I expected. I know a part of my love for it was the focus on what I find the most fascinating - every day life. Naturally, there was a lot of stuff there from the War. The weapons kept my dad entertained. The displays on the every day lives of women kept me entertained. My favorite displays in any history museum are always the clothing displays. I wish I had taken more pictures of that.

What impressed me the most was that they included an opportunity for you to slip into historical models of the clothing to see what it felt like to wear the clothing. Teaching about history: you're doing it right. It's one thing to just look at these things in museums. There are some who will retain that knowledge for a lifetime. But most? They're not going to learn unless they have a chance to interact with it. That's why I'm so passionate about living history. History is much easier to understand when one can put themselves in their shoes, to live, even just for five minutes, as their ancestors did. 

Here you can try on the clothing of the women - most importantly - farthingales! Or hoop skirts, whatever you want to call them. They were designed more like a French farthingale but it was enough to give people an idea of what it's like to walk around and try to do chores in that shit. (aka "if you can afford a farthingale, you're not doing any fucking chores.")

Overall, I highly recommend the Charleston Museum if you're in the area. It was $10 to get in, or $16 if you want to get in to there and one of the two houses that they are partnered with. It was a great deal in my opinion. 

New Thing #2 - Foam Crafting

I typically do not have the time to craft anymore. However, while school was on break for the winter, I took advantage of the time and started crafting like crazy. In addition to the scrapbooking and smash booking I did in the previous post, I tried my hand at foam crafting. One of my friends back a few years ago purchased a foam Thomas Jefferson craft set.

Yes, that's right. I'm officially that nerd who owns a Thomas Jefferson craft set. I'm also that immature nerd who laugh because once you glue his clothes on, he's still nekkid in the back. I'm probably going to draw him a butt crack soon.

But yes - BEHOLD the glory that is foam!Thomas Jefferson!

Naturally, he comes with his own little Declaration of Independence Constitution, because that totally makes more sense than the Declaration of Independence? There was also a little set of fun facts. The whole thing came with some easel backs to glue on the back so you can display him around the house, but he may just end up in my smash book instead. I don't really have the space for him to be up on an easel. 

The downside to foam!Jefferson? I discovered I hate working with foam. Until the glue settles, it slips and slides eeeverywhere. The vest and jacket also don't fit together perfectly. I didn't discover this until it was too late to try to cut it with my X-acto knife.  Oh well. It's still cute, even if his clothes are kind of falling off. He'll look great wherever I put him. 

New Thing #1 - Scrapbooking and SMASH

Back awhile ago, Shae posted pictures on her Flickr account of some scrapbook pages she did for derby. I've had the urge to scrapbook for awhile but this finally pushed me over the edge to try it. I apologize now; this is a very image heavy post.

1. Scrapbooking is much more involved than I thought. There are so many sites devoted to it, with some people viewing it as a very formal artform with structured designs and themes while others tell you that it doesn't matter what you do with it so long as you have fun.  With any particular page, you need to figure out where you're placing your pictures, add fun little crap to it, maybe write something to go along with the picture (I chose to skip this step because all of the pictures I used were old enough that I didn't really have anything to say), have a title for the page, etc. Before getting into this, scrapbooking to me was just putting pictures on pretty paper and maybe included some pretty stickers or something.

2. Scrapbooking is expensive as fuck. Seriously. I bought a beginners kit and used that so it's not been too bad. However, I went ahead and bought a whole bunch of extra papers and whatnot, plus some neat pens and wavy scissors and... next thing I knew, I had over $50 worth of stuff. I go home, do more research on it and realize how many little things I still don't have - a paper cutter, a cricut, ephemera... plus after I opened it, I realized the pen pack I bought isn't really what I wanted. They are very thin, fine point. I'm keeping them for use on other things, but for the scrapbook I'd like a thicker pen.

3. You can scrapbook without all of those expensive little things but you either need the stuff or the talent to make it look good. I have neither. My pages are a little boring so far. They might improve with time, but I'm not holding my breath. I bought a zebra striped scrapbook that I was going to use for all the stupid/awesome things I've done in my lifetime (drive overnight to Salem Massachusetts to see the Halloween decorations, drive overnight to DC for the Rally to Restore Sanity only to arrive so tired that we just walked around the museums and had conversations that resembled that stage between drunk and hungover, moving to Florida with no car/job/home just a sleeping bag and $400, joining roller derby, 1776 nights, etc.). Instead, I think I just might make it work as my fandom one (since I bought a HP scrapbook kit too that needs to be used) and use my new Smash book for all the random shit.

As for Smash book, if you're not familiar with it, the company that produces it has a cute little video with information on the concept.

There are a number of different pre-set themes for Smash books. You don't necessarily need to follow the theme; it's really just for the paper you start out with. I picked up two of them - one for travel (I was going to do a travel scrapbook, but this seems like it would be easier to keep all of my stuff together) and one for the more everyday stuff I do. I can easily see where this would be another hobby that could be easily expensive, but perhaps less so. The Smash accessories seem fairly inexpensive at this point. Once I get my printer up and going, I can print stuff that way as well. I'm thinking I should have started out with the Smash book and worked my way up to scrapbooking. It's a good way for beginners to get into the craft. I don't have any completed pages yet, but here's what I have so far.

Everything changes...

You may have noticed some changes on this blog. The blog started as... well, to be honestly, it started as an attempt to squat on this address, just to maintain my name on as many social media networks as possible. Once I started writing, I focused almost entirely on roller derby here before I disappeared.

The reason I stopped writing isn't because I've dropped derby. I'm still reffing. You'll still see that here. However, I'm finding my time is being drawn into a number of different directions. I still want/need a place to release my thoughts but initially wanted to maintain the integrity of the theme I started here.

So instead I just didn't post. Because, you know, that helps, too.

I'm now facing the thought that my time in derby might be limited. I have five classes left in school. With my work schedule, I can only manage 2-3 classes at a time. It's becoming increasingly difficult to avoid taking classes on derby nights. I foresee a break from derby in my future. I actually took one at the end of last semester due to falling behind in my classes from an overabundance of vacations and it's been difficult to get back, to say the least. The only thing that's pulled me back is my small circle of friends and a couple of our local refs. Even if I do manage to avoid classes on practice nights, I'm not getting the skate time and rules study time outside of practice that is necessary to do well in the sport. (Entirely my fault, it should be noted. I could make time for it, but find myself less and less inclined to do so.) I'm considering my options. I can A) make the time and continue to skate, B) become a NSO, C) take a break or D) quit permanently. I'll certainly keep in touch and discuss my decision.

I'm still leaning towards continuing, but every day it's hitting me how old I'm getting. There's so much in the world I want to see and do. My life goal has always been to see the world. It seemed impossible as a child. We never had the money to travel outside of the state unless we were visiting family in the neighboring state. Even then it was only my grandmother that could afford to go, not my parents, so grandma and I would pick up and make the four hour drive south. Those trips gave me a taste of travel and now, finally, I'm reaching a point where I may be able to do so. A few years ago, I went with my best friend Shae to New Orleans, a city I always dreamed of seeing as a child, for a Harry Potter conference. Two years ago, I went on a (free!) Greek adventure, touring Athens, parts of the Greek coastline, and one of the local islands. Later that same year, I went on my first cruise and stayed for a few nights in the Bahamas. Last year (just a few months ago, really!), I went to Hawaii. My aunt and I have become travel buddies. This year, she wants to go to Puerto Rico. I'm also going to New Hampshire for a Harry Potter conference, but we're doing it as a mini-road trip. (I say "mini road trip" because I'm flying to DC where a friend will pick me up. We'll head from there to New Hampshire, stopping somewhere in between for the night.)

I also had a friend tell me about a blog she's reading where the writer does something new for every year of her life. I turn 31 this year, so I've decided I want to try to do 31 new things this year before my birthday. Some of them will be boring. Some will be exciting. But I'll blog about them all, as well as my other adventures, here.

It's going to be an amazing year.

Some days I feel as if learning how to ref is like learning a foreign language. You eventually reach this point where you feel like you know the rules, you know the words, but you just can't spit it out. They commit the penalty, you watch it go down, but you don't say anything because every word related to derby has just fallen out of your head. By the time you realize you want to call it, it feels really late and someone else is already committing a penalty in front of you. Other times, you call it, but the words don't come out in the right order.  Half the time I'm calling a person's name, the penalty, and the color. The other half, I'm calling it properly. I'm JUST NOW starting to remember to use the freaking hand signals.

We have our first WFTDA bout in less than a month, and I'm freaking out.

1. I haven't started calling things on a regular basis yet. I'm just now starting to open my mouth at practice, and even then I'm not that loud.

2. I'm not ready to fuck up in public. Fucking up is bad enough at practice.

3. I'm not ready to fuck up in front of other derby teams. I don't want to make the league and my fellow refs look bad.

4. My foot/leg is giving me trouble still. I have horrible form still and favor that leg, particularly when doing things like trying to stop at a good speed.

5. I still suck at dodging and weaving. Someone's going to take me out and it's not going to be pretty.