Roller Derby love

Thursday was a quick and painless pop day. All my earnings came from my roller derby teammates and their relatives, except for a few leftovers from the day before.

I started after work at about 5:30 p.m., when I drove straight over to McKay’s to drop off a quick 146 for $7.30, then headed to a former teammate’s house, who brought bag after bag of bottles and cans from her home. Dizzy Molestme — her nom de guerre — was glad to get rid of them. Dizzy also said I shouldn’t worry about one naysayer’s opinion of my blog.

“I knew there was a reason I like you,” I told her. 

I also ran over to another friend’s home to pick up some sacks her sweet mom left out for me.

At one local grocery store, I picked up another $30 and change in receipts while trying to avoid a little bit of poo next to the recycling machines. Yuck. I hope they clean that thing out soon. I hope it wasn’t human. 

One of the attendants at Fred Meyer also mentioned that I made his manager nervous over the whole Oregon Bottle Bill topic. Haven’t heard back from Sen. Verger yet. 

After that I went to a derby meeting with the league treasurer, Scrambled Leggz, who told me she believes I’ll make my $1,010 goal. I don’t know. I’ve been pretty lucky so far, but the way my life has been lately, I’ve learned to have no faith in such things.

By the way, still planning on attending The World’s parking lot sale/fundraiser on Saturday, 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. I’m accepting empties, praise and criticism for the day, and may wear my skates, too.