My New Obsession

So with the man-thing being gone all week and Malcolm out of town I was forced to entertain myself! (I think we can all agree that this is a recipe for disaster when it comes to me) I went to work every day . . came home and made dinner  ate something resembling dinner* . . . and watched cheesy documentaries about my current obsession.

Roller derby. Yep, Saskatoon has a roller derby league.

Unfortunately their next scheduled bout isn't until September :( Boo-erns. I so want to see these chicks in action! (youtube half-ass obliges http://www.youtube.com/user/saskatoonrollerderby) In the meantime I've been trying to find somewhere in the city which might possibly sell quad skates; much like these beauties right here. . .

oooh smexy

To no avail. I may just have to break down and order them online. You know. . so I can skate around. . and . . not. . . I mean NOT join the SRDL. 


But if I did. . . what should my derby name be??? I mean the name alone may well be the single most important part of being a roller derby girl. 


Incidentally . . I blame this obsession on subliminal messaging. Just yesterday I noticed that a vehicle I pass every day on my way into work has 3 bumper sticker/decals on the rear window. One for Sockdreams  http://www.sockdreams.com/_pages/index.php whose socks I absolutely adore! One for the SRDL . . and one last one that says:

                                                    EAT. . . SLEEP. . . DERBY



*may actually refer to a bag of dill pickle chips

Ok. . . as promised. . . the picture of the uber-sweet ride Malcolm and I saw while walking over to Kenderdine Rd yesterday!

                                                              ECTO 1


Sweet baby cheesus! It's the Ecto 1! Seriously, this car rocks. Even if the Ghostbusters theme song probably doesn't pump out of the empty computer casings high tech speaker system mounted on the roof as it rolls down the streets of Saskatoon. To the owner of this sweet ride : you sir are a genius! 

And, NO. . this doesn't have anything to do with what some might call my unhealthy attraction to Dr. Egon Spangler.

Ok. . . . maybe it kinda does. . just a little.