The Road to Rollergirl How I Stopped Being a Roller Wannabe and Started Being a Rollergirl


Movie Night!

Straight up, posting out of NaBloPoMo obligation because it's the freakin' weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun! So, like when you have a substitute teacher in elementary school, I'm going to leave you with this awesome video of how Riedell 265s are made. Enjoy!



Sweet Torture: A Girl and Her Skates

My Skates!

These are my skates. There are many like them, but these are mine. My skates are my best friends. They are my life. I must master them as I must master my life. Without me, my skates are useless. Without my skates, I am useless. I must skate true. I must skate better than my opponent, who is trying to knock me down. I must block her before she blocks me. I will. Before my Coach I swear this creed: my skates and myself are defenders of the inside line, we are the masters of the pack, we are the saviors of my jammer. So be it, until there is nothing left to win, but the afterparty. Amen.*

There comes a time in a rollergirl's life when she has to set aside that first pair of skates and upgrade.


Dear Slamma Claus…

Slamma Claus by Monica Gallagher

Image Credit Monica Gallagher, Click to Buy on Etsy

Dear Slamma Claus -

I have been a very, very good girl this year. Sure, I may have knocked a few girls down, and had some unsportmanlike thoughts from time to time, and even committed a handful of fouls.

But overall, I've worked hard, I do what my coaches tell me to do, and I always do all my reps in even the crappiest of land drills. So I think I deserve lots of presents this Christmas. I want:

  • New boots - either Riedell 595s or 695s.
  • A pair of Moxi skates
  • Revenge plates
  • A set of Hyper Shamans
  • Custom Pro-Designed Pads
  • A derby-themed tattoo
  • Mad jumping skills
  • Another hundred Twitter & Tumblr friends
  • 25 laps in under 4 minutes
  • Two words: Lift and Separate

Okay, okay. I'm willing to forego some of that -- I know the economy's tough, and I'm pretty sure the skates don't come from the North Pole (although I'm sure Red Wing, MN is just as cold). I'd be willing to settle for the custom 122s I described in the last post. And maybe a couple of real life friends instead of interwebs friends. I'd definitely take a pair of those brokeass brownies over Moxis if they still exist somewhere.

Ultimately, Slamma, I think all I really want is courage, strength, and no big injuries. Derby is pretty much enough. I've left you a Lone Star and a flyer for our holiday benefit.


Roller Wannabe

P.S. I still want those shorts, though


Fresh Meat Life (with Gear Chat!)

Now that it has been three (three!) weeks since my last post, I thought it would be a good time to look both back and forward at my Fresh Meat training.