Friday chickenBecause it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

Yes, they’re on the wall. Why do you ask?

Seriously.

We’re at Ninety-nine Chickens. That is wild. Who would have thought?

* Note: I think we’re going to need a repeat of Friday Chicken #76: Trombones for this one because a bunch of the commenter mice won’t understand the title. Could someone please explain about the bottles of beer and what happens when you take one down and pass it around? Thanks, guys!

The hard stuff

Vacation not being even slightly vacation-ey.

So yeah, I didn’t have client calls this week or any classes to teach.

But between the piles of Doom and the massive amounts of catch-up and blah blah etc, it was still totally a working week.

Luckily, my gentleman friend and I are off to an actual place of vacationing this weekend, so I’m planning on turning that around. Still.

The Piles!

Related to the above.

See, I spent two weeks running around like a headless (non-Friday) Chicken preparing to open for the Playground.

And then a week teaching. And a week recovering. And a week teaching. And a week recovering.

So … that’s six weeks of stuff not getting done.

And while my First Mate is terrifically efficient, and the pirate ship that is my business is still sailing along merrily, interacting with the enormous doom-filled piles of stuff wanting my attention was completely hard.

But the thought of avoiding it until after pirate queen vacation was so overwhelming that I couldn’t put it off.

Gah. Scheduling.

So when I scheduled my best retreat ever — yeah, a week of mad hot biggification in Asheville, I was really careful about one thing:

When are the National WFTDA Roller Derby championship finals?

Well, they were going to be later. But now they are exactly when I scheduled my retreat.

Thanks, world.

Speaking of scheduling.

Stupid being on the west coast means waking up at dark-thirty to listen to World Cup games.

And since we don’t have a television and wanted to see the U.S. team play Algeria, we had to drag ourselves out of bed and get to a cafe.

Obviously it was totally worth it because ohmygod. But the getting up. Ugh.

This isn’t hard, it’s just bizarre.

It’s something called HAVI.

Yes, that’s my name.

Apparently it’s also an organization that promises horribly depressing things like this:

HAVI strives to provide quality, value-added services to its customers. We call this “Delivering the Promise.”

I’ll say it again. Thanks, world.

The good stuff

The Playground!

Turns out it’s also a great place to get stuff done.

This thing I’ve dreamed about for a really long time happened.

And I am overjoyed.

Something stressful ended up not being stressful.

And all the sweetest, funniest, most lovely people helped me do it.

Feeling lucky.

World Cup!

I love it.

We’re not in last place!

The Portland Rose City Roller Derby finals were awesome.

And our girls placed third! Out of four! But I really wasn’t sure we could do it!

There were two extremely stressful, extremely fun bouts. And I only sort of lost my voice.

Go Guns N Rollers!

Real vacation!

Starting soon.

More blueberries.

The Hoppy House garden is out of control.

But in a good way.

The great majority our meals have been care of the garden, at least partly. It’s wonderful.

And … playing live at the meme beach house!

Yes, that’s a Stuism too.

My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”

This week’s Fake Band Of The Week win goes to:

Efficient For Compliments

They dress funny and they’re kind of loud. What’s not to like? But it’s actually just one guy.

That’s it for me …

And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.

The Fluent Self