My Own Diversion

Well folks, May is almost gone. Summer will be in full swing shortly, and I know most of you are just as excited as I am!

Listed below are my top 5 favorite things about how I spent MY month of May. Enjoy!

1. Colossal Coastal Roller Expo: Our awesome roller derby weekend in Wildwood. I’m still recovering!

2. X-Men Origins: Wolverine: What can I say? Wow! Action packed. However, if you’re a comic book junkie, you will not be pleased about the way they changed the story around. Ladies? Three words for you. Hugh Jackman naked! Nuff said.

3. Terminator Salvation: The greatest thing about this movie is the machines. There are so many new and exciting terminators, including old favs like a CGI version of Arnold! The plot is a little better then the previous movies. Still, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.

4. Skinny Bitch: If you have not read this book, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? It has completely changed my life. I hope, for the sake of the world, that it changes yours as well.

5. Aidan Parker Santos: My newest nephew and newest member of the pack. He was born on May 27th. I currently now have 2 nieces, 2 nephews, and 1 sister! Boy, she keeps busy! I love you Gypsy.

So, that’s my month. Note: this post in no way lists the best event first. They are in chronological order, for I am an overly organized, obsessive compulsive, neat freak!

I’m still feeling a bit poetic. So, here’s an original.

I’m drawn to your center,
like a moth to a flame.

Life gets hard, then gets harder
and yet we remain,

Unchanged.

I’m consumed by your warmth.
It leaves me panting, breathless.

Sitting, standing, then kneeling.
I need it, need you, I’m desperate.

It’s relentless

I’m so grateful for all you are,
so giving and understanding.

Teaching me everyday
that love is patient, never demanding.

It’s entrancing.

I would like to pay homage to my favorite poet, Robert Frost. I’m not going to bore you with hard facts, you can look that up any where. Instead I’m simply going to post one of his best works. With that, hopefully you will find it as lovely as I do, and go in search of more.

 Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows–
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father’s trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Please join the South Jersey Derby Girls for a weekend to remember!

Starting this Friday, we will be taking over Wildwood, NJ.

Boot camps, workshops, and scrimmages on Friday at the Wildwood Harley Davidson. www.wildwoodharley.com

All out roller derby tournament with 3 skill levels on Saturday at The Wildwood Convention Center. www.wildwoodsnj.com/cc/

Movies, live music, bar, bbq, and pool party all weekend long at The Alton Motel. www.altonmotelwildwood.com

Come on! Come mingle!

Tournament starts @ 12:30pm, doors open @ 12:00pm. For tickets please visit www.sjderbygirls.com. But you better hurry! Rumor has it that this event will be SOLD OUT!

Please go to www.ccrollerexpo.com for complete schedule and details.  This is something you’re going to want to experience! Don’t wait to read about it here next week.

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