catalog living

I love me some sarcastic blog humor.  I read regretsy more than I probably should.  But this- this is guilt free, appropriate sarcastic blog humor.  It's a brand new blog called Catalog Living, where that hilarous woman from the Sonic commercials makes fun of catalog photos.  Check this piece out:

Sweetheart, the Turners will be here any minute now! Did you put the plate of figs under the table?

or this one:

Hon, where’s my string of old-timey buoys? Oh wait, I found them. Hey, lobsters and limes for dinner AGAIN???

She cracks me up.

summertime!

deadly long legs...

...would have been my roller derby name.  Sadly, it is already taken by one of the kick-ass ladies of the Mile High Club.  Check these chicks out.  They are the definiton of hard core.

As you may have ascertained, I went to the roller derby on Saturday. I saw stuff like this:

but forgot my camera, of course.  This photo of the Mile High Club vs. the Rat City All Stars is courtesy of Jules Doyle. 
As anyone who knows me would have predicted, I promptly decided to become a roller derby girl.  Did it matter that I am a terrible roller skater?  Very little.  That I despise playing any sport that requires a helmet?  Even less.  I would be the fastest, most tricky jammer the Denver Roller Dolls have ever seeen.  You'll notice I was even peppering my inner monologue with derby lingo. It was in the bag. Until.
An incident in the parking lot.  In which I was mildly injured while PRETENDING to be a roller doll. In a wheel-free pair of tennis shoes. 
So yeah.  Deadly long legs WOULD have been my roller derby name......

love.

Excellent advice.  Now... how to carry it out?