The little dog has a sixth sense. Otherwise how would she know we are going away for Thanksgiving so that she could ignore her dinner so that Otter could eat it so that she could be sick because she was so hungry?
Silly little dog. Fortunately, through the miracle of olive oil and a really nasty smelling (but apparently incredibly tasty) dog treat crumbled up and mixed into a bowl of dog food, we’re all good now.
Of course, she’s punishing us right now by not hanging with us in the living room. Silly little dog!
P.S. Hi KP! Don’t forget: January comes before summer most years.
Don’t read books about anxiety when you’ve got big projects going on at work.
Powerbars taste like crap.
Advil does not work for your headaches; Tylenol or Excedrin do.
Unintentional hilarity is the best kind. Don’t be the person who’s unintentionally hilarious though.
Go to IKEA to get several more GOSIG KANIN toys (aka “buuuuuunny” who Otter loves).
Programming home voice mail number into cell phone is a smart idea.
Milwaukee airport does not have free wireless (fie on you!) so be sure to download stuff to read before flying on Wednesday.
Midwest Airlines - for all their fabulousness in terms of chocolate chip cookies - charges for baggage, so pack lightly and don’t check a bag on Wednesday.
Kick the dogs out of bed when you’re really tired or you will wake up with cricks in your body.
Check your twitter account when you want to track headaches. You tweet about them a fair amount.
Use the word “unglued” more often to describe behavior of those who act that way.
We played the Ice Sharks tonight. They beat us last time we played 1-0, so it’s entirely reasonable to think that we could have won. Except that we didn’t. The final score was 1-3 in their favor. Our one was a beautiful shot 3 seconds into a power play in the third - Laura took the faceoff through our offensive circle, took a shot, and Sejal picked up the rebound and put it in. Totally gorgeous!
The three they got - well, I’m not proud of the fact that I was on the ice for two of them. And the third goal was the worst. I thought our goalie had it and told her “you’ve got it! you’ve got it!” As it turns out, the black disk I thought I was looking at in her pads wasn’t the puck, but was part of her pads. I know they’re new pads and all, but I wonder if she’d let me paint them some wacky color so I don’t ever make that mistake again… (just kidding, Renee!)
Those two goals notwithstanding, there were a couple of INCREDIBLY LONG shifts Kristine and I played in our defensive zone where the Ice Sharks didn’t score. Thank the FSM for that. At the end of the first, I think we did close to a 3-minute shift. Never in a game have I seriously considered throwing up; tonight was different.
Two things that jump out about tonight that I need to work on:
- better talking with both Kristine and my centers in our defensive zone (which WILL come in time, and is getting better each game, but still needs work)
- figuring out how to throw the puck OUT of the zone when we’re closing in on one of those horrid mega-defensive-shifts
KP, thanks for having a day so Libby could make us cupcakes. NOT a birthday, mind you, but just a day.
Okay, off to bed!
All of a sudden I have a craving for a hamburger from Ziske’s Grocery Store. This is problematic on two levels.
- I am in Boston, Ziske’s is (was) in Aitkin, MN.
- Ziske’s is no longer in the hamburger-making business (see #1).
But oh, those hamburgers! The counter ladies at Ziske’s cooked them to perfection on a grill that was always clean, but perfectly seasoned from years of making burgers and frying onions. Whenever I used to go in, there were at least 2 or 3 farmers at the counter, wearing feed hats, shooting the breeze with each other and the cooks. I’d get a burger with onions (a cheeseburger if I was feeling adventurous) and whatever my mom wanted (this was in the days when she worked at the Patchwork Shop, a fabric store that was a couple of blocks away). They’d wrap up the burgers in waxed paper, and put them in a brown paper bag. By the time I’d get back to the store, the grease would have seeped through the waxed paper.
Casey’s here in Natick comes close to those burgers, but it’s just not the same without the farmers.
- I am IMing with Chanda.
- My toes are just about warmed up after hockey practice in the world’s second-coldest rink (the UPenn 1923 rink is colder).
- My hair is still wet from sweat even though practice ended over 90 minutes ago.
- My hockey gloves make my hands smell horrid. I need to wash them.
- Otter’s drool spot on the sofa is nearly dry (we forgot to put the dining room chair on the sofa before we left - whoops.)
- The Blackhawks are beating the Coyotes 2-0 at 15:52 in the second.
- Amy’s eating a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup (leftover Halloween candy).
- Maggie is still upstairs, having never come down to greet us when we came in after practice.
- I am looking for a photo of an eggroll to email to Laura, who wanted one during practice.
- Success!
