So remember when I made this big deal about how I joined a roller derby team, but then I sort of never said much about it after that? Yeah me too. I'm betting a few of you even suspected I realized I hated roller derby after the second practice, but to avoid any public humiliation simply kept my mouth shut and instead rambled on about things like FROST.
Sorry to disappoint anyone who had money riding on me being a quitter. This little lady has been strapping wheels to my feet three days a week and learning things like the proper way to slam my body into moving human targets. FUN STUFF! Turns out I love roller derby. And even better, I don't totally suck super unbelievable ass at it. I only mildly suck. Go me!
I have realized a few things about myself over the course of the last month and a half at derby practice. One of them being that I will probably never ever ever ever again have skin on my right inside ankle bone. I am THIS close to buying stock in Johnson & Johnson because I am pretty sure I am single-handedly keeping them in business from all the band-aids, medical tape, and gauze I've been buying. At this point, all I'm trying to do is keep the gaping wound on my ankle from becoming infected with gangrene and then needing to amputate my entire foot. Because as kick ass as it would be to suddenly be this amazing one footed derby girl, I have a feeling I might lack coordination at high speeds. I'm just saying.
The other less disgusting thing I've learned about myself while at roller derby practice is that I am COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY UNORIGINAL. The time where I become an actual dues paying league member of the Oly Rollers is fast approaching. This means I am extremely close to needing a derby name. People keep asking me what my derby name is so they can register me as a full fledged bad ass derby girl, and I just sort of mumble something, stare off into space and start to drool hoping they'll be grossed out and leave me and my non-derby named self alone.
I think and think and think, and I just can't commit to anything people. I keep getting stuck on the idea that I will register this name, and for the rest of my derby career this name will be my identity. Talk about some pressure.
So here's where I ask for your help. Because you're prettier than I am, and funnier, and smarter, and much more capable of seeing past this hurdle than I can. I am asking for derby names. Leave me a comment with whatever you got. It could be a play on my name, a play off someone famous (ex. Helen Killer), or completely and totally random.
Here's how we'll do this. Either come up with a new name and leave it in the comments (PLEASE SEND ME TONS!!!!!!) or let me know if you're loving one of the names already suggested to me below.
Penny Pincher *
Ash Bash * (*suggested by Joy of The Cauliflower Lollipop)
Skate Scalper
Ashterburner
Olyminator
Ash-hole~
Ash'n'Burn~ (~suggested by Jen of Open Mouth, Insert Foot)
Ashley Thudd
Bashley, Crashly or Smashly
Penni Less
If I end up using the name you suggested then I am going to send you a bag of the fantabulous Oly Rollers, Roller Blend coffee. YEAH FOR GIVING AWAY MORE FREE STUFF! The tag line at the bottom of the bag says something about the coffee being a bed & breakfast blend made with Central American coffee, but I think it should say something like, "This blend will kick your ass, knock you out of bounds and then lap you twice. A coffee that will leave you crying for your momma."
So go! Comment away! And remember, you very well could suggest the name I will officially register as my derby name FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. I mean when you think about it, this could be the start of a beautiful partnership between you and I.
** UPDATE. You have until Friday December 18th to give me names. I'll mull over it this weekend and announce the winner on Sunday Dec 20th, and hopefully have your coffee in the mail by Monday the 21st. So HURRY!!!!!! **