No kidding. I should not.
Not only did it make me feel horrible at the time (stomach cancer, self-diagnosed of course, and wracking pains following its ingestion) but it is now totally keeping me awake and my little fingers typing away crazy time. And not in a good way. I really need to sleep, I feel like craptastic.
God knows why. When really I am kind of on top of the world, just in a sleep deprived stomach wrenching way.
Again – DIGRESSION.
How can I keep crapping on about myself when I have learnt things in a montage?
This is what it looks like at the Women’s National AFL Championships.
The ceremony which opens. This is our girls in MAROOOONNN.
The footy record. Which may or may not skip.
The possible badging, realised and real. And sitting above the NT sign, and also the sign for QLD, but cropping let us down. This is the life. Thank you Bjorn and Rowan and Gavin and Stacey and Ellen and Amanda and Sonia and Zoe and Zeta and Mirerva and Andrew and Nik and Casey and Brendon and Ben and Nick and Andrew and Natalya and wow, this is what a HAHAATSEBANCRPWIPTSTTTULSTAFAFC looks like.
Eyes on the prize people. If I was at all parochial I would say that Victoria have a good chance of winning this. But whatever. Who is interested in Victoria. Only the place of my heart and home. Blah blah. PS I am going to be in town soon, please come and visit.
Alos – IF YOU WANT TO follow what is going on, and get quarter by quarter updates, make friends with @KicksforChicks and then get them. The hashtag is unhelpful, but if one woman can create a trend, then I am trending #somethingtodowithfootyandwomenandhappeningnow.
Because our Emma and her team won!
What is sadly not happening now is that I have had to let go of my dreams of competing in one whole round of the Dirty Deeds Cyclocross in Melbourne. Don’t think it wasn’t a good offer, but I think that – if I am realistic, then smashing myself (and truly I was shattered at the last one) on an unfamiliar bike when I have to get on a plane and go to work in about three hours after the race finishes, is just not going to happen. I won’t even be clean in three hours after cyclocross. And what’s with the weather in Melbourne – IT WILL BE SNOWING probably. I would love nothing more than to go and to RIDE, to support Nik and Blakey and Brendon and to share some mud action with other fine ladies and to support women’s cycling. But I think this time I have to say, through to the keeper.
Oops.
Wrong sport.
Now, what I think I will miss most is the folks at Cyclocross. This fellow has been in the archives for a while. He is righteous matching. And he was at cyclocross. Ladies. Get there. IT’S SUPER FUN.
PS Most massive kicked goal today? Harrison Wildman – the best freaking name on earth, likes this poem. True dinks. #justsaying #andweirdbecauseIdontlikeitandIwroteit
eleanor j jackson 