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przedSo, the film fest has been over for dayyyys, and I still haven't had time to write anything up.
This is in part because with soccer over, I foolishly volunteered to be the trainer for Ros' hockey team. Which then turned into me being the trainer *and* the manager of her hockey team. (They can clearly tell new suckers in this league a mile away.) All of which has meant doing an online first aid course and an online Respect in Sport course (a.k.a. the "Don't Be a Jerk" course), and setting up mailing lists and Team Snap accounts and aiiieeee!
It is also in part because in the little spare time I've had left, my brain has now been fully eaten by Captain America Stucky fandom. (So. Much. Fic.)
In between film fest screenings, I not only ducked out to buy the Cap: Civil War disk, I finally broke down and got a Funko Pop Cap bobble head. And ordered a Winter Soldier bobble head to keep him company. And when I told Ros not to tell her dad what I'd done, she promptly stuck this note to our front door*:
My daughter is a grass.
(*Note the BistoCon note paper. *g*)
This is in part because with soccer over, I foolishly volunteered to be the trainer for Ros' hockey team. Which then turned into me being the trainer *and* the manager of her hockey team. (They can clearly tell new suckers in this league a mile away.) All of which has meant doing an online first aid course and an online Respect in Sport course (a.k.a. the "Don't Be a Jerk" course), and setting up mailing lists and Team Snap accounts and aiiieeee!
It is also in part because in the little spare time I've had left, my brain has now been fully eaten by Captain America Stucky fandom. (So. Much. Fic.)
In between film fest screenings, I not only ducked out to buy the Cap: Civil War disk, I finally broke down and got a Funko Pop Cap bobble head. And ordered a Winter Soldier bobble head to keep him company. And when I told Ros not to tell her dad what I'd done, she promptly stuck this note to our front door*:
My daughter is a grass.
(*Note the BistoCon note paper. *g*)
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Date: 2016-09-23 04:47 am (UTC)it sounds like you're going to be crazybusy as Team Everything - but I hope you also manage to find some fun along the way; and that Ros has a great time on the team
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Date: 2016-09-23 01:16 pm (UTC)So far the coaches are nice and so are the girls, but man, it looks like it's going to be far more involving than soccer. And I've had to buy myself a helmet, gloves and a stick because they want more warm-bodied adults on the ice during practices to run drills. Which is sorta hilarious, because while I'm a decent skater I'm not a hockey skater, and I've never held a stick on the ice in my life. (I did, however, grow up three doors from Bobby Orr's parents, so maybe something rubbed off by osmosis. *g*)