"Mommies Always Scream Into Pillows When They Are Happy"

This? Hilarious. Not 100% accurate cause, you know, we aren't all married to a-holes and some of us actually have our degree and work or work from home. But it still strikes a chord, you must admit. Watch and laugh, if you are a haggard, tired, real-life mom with a sense of humor.



If you are one of those perfect moms who always has time to shower and do her hair and makeup and never loses her patience, wishes she could hide in her bedroom during the day, or has a drink during the week because her kids have driven her to the breaking point, then, well - fuck you.

Yeah, I said it. And you shouldn't care, cause obviously your life is way better than mine. You can laugh all the way to your mani/pedi appointment.

Here Comes Crash-Boom Betty!

Has everyone seen the movie Whip It with Ellen Page and Drew Barrymore? Totally awesome. So awesome, in fact, that it has consumed my thoughts in the past 24 hours and I can't think of anything other than the incredibly awesome sport that it portrays. That sport?

ROLLER DERBY.

Hot chicks on old school quad skates kicking ass with creative personas and sick costumes? Where do I sign up? I mean, seriously, I spent many a Saturday night at Roll-Land with my friends showing off my moves and the idea of strapping on some skates again and shredding up the rink is more than a little appealing. I even started thinking up possible roller derby names. Here is the list of the ones I came up with:

1. Mommy Fearless
2. Ms. Behavin'
3. Ma Viscious
4. Bad Mama Jammer
5. Crash-Boom Betty

As you can see from the title of this post, I went with # 5, first of all because my family nickname is "Crash" and one of my nicknames from an old friend was "Betty," plus it was the only one that wasn't too close to an existing name in the International Rollergirls Master Roster so it would probably be accepted should I actually go through with this hairbrained idea I've got in my head. I know I am a strong enough skater. I have the personality and the drive. But one very, VERY important question remains:

Am I tough enough?



Am I going through a third life crisis? Or finally allowing my true self to emerge from this cocoon of motherhood I have been living in for the past 10 years? I'm not really sure. But I like it.

And I like the new pink streaks in my hair too.

Rock and ROLL.