Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
Chicken. Warm hellos to the Chickeneers of the High Seas, as our Lucy says.
Let’s do it.
The hard stuff
That was totally my fault, which makes it even more annoying.
I had been working on a promotion for a thing. And it was taking time because it involved all this structural think-ey stuff.
In the meantime, my First Mate on the pirate ship was waiting for me to okay an email broadcast to a group of people waiting to hear from me.
And we crossed wires. And he thought the thing I needed more time on was the thing that everyone was waiting for.
So an important message went out like five days late and I feel like an ass.
I know these things are just part of running a business but oof. So. Frustrating.
Pain! And way too much of it.
Okay. Don’t freak out because I’m fine.
But I sort of sprained my mindfulness muscle and fell on some stairs.
Again, I’m fine. That’s the good. The hard is that my entire left side is bruised. And ow.
The thing I was hoping would be resolved this week not being resolved.
Getting slightly better at the waiting thing.
But it still sucks.
No, really. I am not good at waiting.
The piece of good news I was hoping for by the end of this week (like, today)?
Will not be coming — if it comes — for another week. Gah.
I’m either going to fall apart completely (fun!) or I’m going to have to learn to be patient (what?!).
And I really don’t know about the learning to be patient thing. Also, if that ever happens they’ll totally make me give up my Israeli passport.
My roller derby addiction bumping into real life.
I have a big thing this weekend that I’ve been looking forward to for months.
But there’s no way in hell I’m missing the bout with Rat City.
Forgive me, dear Seattle readers, but watching our Wheels of Justice wipe the floor with your skaters twice in the past two years has been pure joy.
And now it’s our second WFTDA-sanctioned bout and I am going to be losing my voice and Selma is going to be squeaking madly.
So we’re going to have to skip a big chunk of the thing we’ve been looking forward to doing for six months. Because I’m sorry, this is un-miss-able.
The good stuff
Makes everything better.
Feeling mysteriously hopeful.
Summer showed up.
Sun. And the irises.
Walking around with the gentleman friend and Selma, and pointing at everything beautiful.
People love the monster coloring book like you would not believe.
I need to put together a results page because the results people are reporting are just beautiful.
People freaking adore the monster coloring book, and I could not be happier about this because I poured serious love into that tiny, sweet thing even though I wasn’t actually sure that anyone but me would want it.
Hiro’s class on Internet Hangover.
The one I (nicely) bullied her into teaching.
Man, she’s good.
Drunk Pirate Council.
Beats the pants off of “meetings”.
We got crazy stuff done this week.
Moving into the Playground. Slowly but surely.
We got the keys.
Things are moving. Slowly. But it’s happening.
Sing ho for the Playground. My sweet baby love.
Discovering that I’m not the only person obsessing over goofy collective nouns.
After my silly mess of iguanas, concubinage of collective nouns post on Monday and much goofing off, I heard about all sorts of related craziness.
With gems like a savory of chefs, a referral of umpires, a clot of vampires and an intrigue of spies. Love.
Yes, you can follow @collectivenouns. I kid you not.
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
This week? It’s none other than ….
Floppy Poppy and the Jalopies
Formerly known as Fuzzface Alexander Bottoms (just one guy), they’re now two guys. But they’re breaking up and throwing a farewell concert for each other, which means… you guessed it. Just one guy.
That’s it for me …
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.