so I have to pack tonight for the tournament this weekend, since I'm leaving tomorrow AM when I sneak out of work early. It's going to be crazy packing because I have to pack stuff for refereeing *and* for NSOing, so I'm making a list of all the stuff I need to bring (pencils/erasers! contact lenses! whistles! something to wear over my stripes when I'm ALTing!) but the more I make careful lists of things to bring and things to do (make sure my sports bras are clean! cover the screwed up backplate on one of my stripes with a new one!) the more likely I am to be OMG JUST THROW EVERYTHING I OWN INTO THOSE BLUE IKEA BAGS five minutes before I have to be out the door.
Tonight's scrimmage night too, so I can't pack my pads and whatnot early.
in which our heroine
slowly starts to return to officiating
after a pandemic
and a bunch of other stuff
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
a little bit of reffing and a lot of crafting
so Sunday was a juniors game in Buffalo, which I JRed. At one point this happened - we were both okay afterwards though I'm still kinda feeling it.
There was also a few jams where sun glare made it impossible to see what was happening in turn one without shielding your eyes - at one point I came out of that brightness to see OH HEY THERE'S A SPRAWLED SKATER RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Yay for being able to do the kind of skating where your feet are at a 180° angle from each other.
Yesterday I was puttering around at work when I got a text message from the apprentice tournament head ref for River Valley Riot (who also happens to be our league's Head Referee) saying "hey, one of the alt refs for a crew rolled an ankle and there's an opening - would you like it?" and I was like OH HELL YES so that means I will be an NSO on one crew and an alt Ref on another and I will most likely die afterwards but REST IS FOR THE WEAK or something like that.
In the meantime, I've been making myself some nameplates and personalizing some NSO shirts -
The NSO dress fits okay. Unfortunately, the fabric is just a little too sheer for my comfort - I don't like being HI I'M QUEENIE AND THIS IS MY BRA - but I can wear a camisole underneath it and it turns out ok. So now I have to hem it, which means I'm never going to finish it.
I also need to make myself some finger bands for scorekeeping, so the jammer referee can see my fingers. (I know when I (I had a set once out of bright orange spandex but I made them a bit too big so they kept flying off my hand.)
Thanks to the magic of Facebook, I realized that today is the 8th anniversary of my first derby bout. Wahoo! I remember being just completely overwhelmed. Not much has changed.
There was also a few jams where sun glare made it impossible to see what was happening in turn one without shielding your eyes - at one point I came out of that brightness to see OH HEY THERE'S A SPRAWLED SKATER RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Yay for being able to do the kind of skating where your feet are at a 180° angle from each other.
Yesterday I was puttering around at work when I got a text message from the apprentice tournament head ref for River Valley Riot (who also happens to be our league's Head Referee) saying "hey, one of the alt refs for a crew rolled an ankle and there's an opening - would you like it?" and I was like OH HELL YES so that means I will be an NSO on one crew and an alt Ref on another and I will most likely die afterwards but REST IS FOR THE WEAK or something like that.
In the meantime, I've been making myself some nameplates and personalizing some NSO shirts -
I'm always worried I will spell "OFFICIAL" incorrectly |
I would've liked to have used this for my name, but the spiderwebs would've been really tiny (and this is a pink shirt - just funky lighting here) |
This is with glitter HTV - yay glitter HTV! |
simple but fanciful all at the same time (this is the same shirt with the spiderweb "OFFICIAL", so that shows you how different lighting can be) |
I also need to make myself some finger bands for scorekeeping, so the jammer referee can see my fingers. (I know when I (I had a set once out of bright orange spandex but I made them a bit too big so they kept flying off my hand.)
Thanks to the magic of Facebook, I realized that today is the 8th anniversary of my first derby bout. Wahoo! I remember being just completely overwhelmed. Not much has changed.
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