I think I need to start paying attention to the calendar more since this is Thursday. . . oops. I would like to blame it on being so busy but I think it has more to do with I went to a hockey game Monday night and I have been trying to catch up on sleep since then. Hey, I am old, what can I say. . .
- Allan keeps scoring more points with the Queen, which is a good thing, case in point, he went to the season ticket holders fan appreciation last week and got my jersey signed by Terry Crisp!
Crispy! - If that wasn’t enough, he learned on Sunday that he won a contest for two tickets to the VIP suite at the Preds game Monday
- Which he was nice enough to take me to (who am I kidding, I would have done some serious pouting if I had been left at home)
Crispy, Moi, Petey - And it also proves that I need to start doing crunches since my gut looks unseemly in that picture
- No restraining order has been issued for my near obsessive fascination for Crispy
- We got to listen to hockey commentary from two of the greatest unedited (first game for Pete to not actually call a game)
- Crispy called it halfway through the third period that Josi would score a goal and we would win 5-4
- It happened but in overtime
- I got to see a great fight during the game and really, isn’t that the whole point of hockey?
- A great view in the suite but while I love what a suite has to offer, I kind of miss being right there in the game
Let’s Go Preds! - Petey showed us a picture of Crispy from the late 70s in a stellar polyester leisure suit. . . he had modeled that in a Philly fashion show, when asked how many he sold he said ZERO!
- It’s a good thing that those suits are not back in style, one random ash from a cigarette would equate to that suit going up in flames in under five seconds
- I have decided that when I am at a game, they win. . . maybe the organization should take this under advisement
- Mother Nature is still taunting me with snow, I just want one decent snow storm
- Am I asking for too much here?
- Hooch has very kindly sent pictures of her house covered in snow
- It almost makes me consider relocating to Kansas City
- Almost. . . I still prefer Nashville
- I loathe NASCAR, from the time I was a little girl I remember the endless Sundays when the only thing allowed on the tv and Granny and Popa’s was the race
- Five laps in, all of my relatives would be snoring but you couldn’t change the channel!
- Allan likes NASCAR. . . and since he is such an avid fantasy (enter your sport here) player, he is in a NASCAR fantasy league
- I was informed that I would have a team, I would like to welcome my drives to the Mullet Mafia. . .
- I am currently in eighth place, Allan is in 14th
- Don’t ask a competitive girl to play in a league where she knows nothing
- She will win
- I am ready for a vacation. . .
- Unfortunately that vacation doesn’t happen until late April
So my week has consisted of hockey, NASCAR, hockey, hockey and some food. The occasional whine about no snow was thrown in for good measure. I am off to turn my jammies inside out and do all the other stuff that needs to be done to get some snow. Does anyone know of a good dance to get the snow to start falling?