While I'm not the biggest fan of Marty Turco....he is slowly redeeming himself. He pulled off some crazy ninja shit tonight, and has been doing so all season. He may soon regain my respect, maybe.
Anyway, we're 8-1-0, one of the best starts to a season yet. Good job boys.
So, one of the many things that brought me joy about last hockey season was the lack of the annoying Toby Keith hook line at the beginning of every.single.commerical.break. He's a Ford Truck Man...didja know?
Anyway, last season was this crappy Dodge thing with some chick. They didn't air it that much so it didn't make me want to hurt things.
But now.....fuck.
Toby is back. And this year, he's got to get up early and be on time. He's built Ford tough...didja know?
I l-o-v-e hockey, but the commercials are going to slowly drive me to madness.
Life can be pretty strange sometimes. Every now and then something happens that puts everything else sharply into perspective. While there are things I wish I didn't have to go through, I would never go back and change anything. Without my past experiences, I'd be a completely different person, and wouldn't be where I am today. So....
To the first, without whom I would have never fallen in love with Rock 'N Roll. To the second, without whom I would have never fallen in love with poetry. To the others, without whom I wouldn't love myself, lawn seats, BritComs, Frank Zappa, trench coats, dancing in the rain, finding the child within, or Starbucks. To the one who broke my heart, and to the ones who had to pay the price, even though they weren't guilty. Without any of them, I wouldn't have many of the little things that bring me joy. And without them, I wouldn't know where I never want to be again. I am ever grateful for little reminders of how far I've come, and of how strong I really can be, to go even farther.
So, to the ones who lied, the ones who cheated, the ones that were shallow, the ones that were selfish, the ones that were even a little crazy....thank you. And to the one who knew how to fix me, and daily puts up with me and all of my little quirks, drama, childishness, and temper....you may never realize how amazing you really are.
Ah.....Addison.....
Let me tell you a little bit about this crappy little town. Yuppies. Everywhere. Snotty, quasi-rich, not quite old, but not really young anymore, posers that are probably still living off some of mom and dad's money.
But enough about that. Despite my general loathing for the city of Addison, it does tend to host some awesome events (not to mention it's home to the closest Flying Saucer). Last night the boy and I decided to partake in some Oktoberfest goodness. The beer, the food, the drunk retards....what better way to end a week that will only result in the longest weekend of my life.
So today I'm off to be more girly than I would ever really like to admit to being. But, Kat's gettin married, and I've gotta look presentable. And I might just pick up some Aerosmith tickets for the show in November. But first, I gotta pay some bills.....I keep hoping someday those people will forget where I live.....
Ah so....
It's been a busy little day in the life of Jen and Daniel. We totally cleaned out the garage, put up some shelves, and re-organized our lives. At least it seems like it. I detailed both our four-wheeled vehicles and the boy got to play with powertools. And he finally found a use for his old surround sound system. That's right, bitches. Our garage is now a party zone. Concert-quality until the neighbors start bitching. All that's left is to fold this last load of laundry and file the bills. I'm now dead tired and ready for a few beers and some guilty pleasure TV. We had originally planned to go back out to the Saucer, but after the debaucle at Target, we want nothing more to do with other people tonight. So, the TV becons.
On that note: new seasons of BOTH the Gilmore Girls and Nip/Tuck start tomorrow, and we couldn't be more excited. Next weekend is the Dallas Stars Ice Breaker, so I will be braving the chaos with the little ones to beg for some autographs and maybe some schwag. God help me. Anyone who wants to come with is more than welcome, just let me know.
New project at work, you ask? Going swimmingly. I couldn't have asked for a better team, and I'm super excited to get things rolling with that. Unfortunately, that means I will have to start doing some actual work this week. It's about that time to re-focus and do everything within my power to help make our goals, or no bonus for me. That would suck more than a lot.
It's also starting to look and feel like autumn, my all-time favorite season. Why, you ask? Cos it's kinda like spring, without the bugs. But better. I love the slight chill in the air and the rainy godsend days like today. Plus, autumn means Halloween is near. Yep. This is when I'm definitely at my happiest. And so is the boy, cos I will soon make pumpkin bread.
For those who read this, hope your weekend was wonderful, and that it doesn't suck too much to get back to work manana.
Let's see, some details......for those of you who simply must know.
Gorgeous country out there, pics to follow. We, ahem, borrowed some Demo bikes and went for a ride one evening Saw Mt. Rushmore, maybe a pic to follow, cos that's tourist, and I'm way to Rock 'N Roll for that. Met Dee Snyder, definitely pic to follow, cos that's total Rock N' Roll. Partied at a few well-known shitholes; truly a good time had by all.
But, it's good to be home. I missed my boy and my kiddos. But thanks to whoever is actually in charge up in D.C., I had to spend all of my last day up there listening to: "Oh you poor thing, you're flying tomorrow. Did you hear what happened? Insert mis-quoted news moron and backwoods racist slur here." But, I'm home and in once piece with no issues in the airways or airports whatsoever. Mainly because Rapid City has one terminal (6 gates) and one baggage claim, and can't be bothered with things like "Code Orange."
But, enough about that. I don't have time for this shit. I'm going to go fuck the cat.
(explanation to follow if you're that curious)
Ah so.....
I can breathe for two seconds. Christmas is over, we got New Year's this weekend, then it's time to pack up and get the hell out. That's right, we're moving, again. This time, we're movin up, all the way to Plano. Snotty soccer moms and heroin addicted teenagers. Joygasm. I'm excited tho. Cos it's a new place, it's a n-i-c-e place, and it's close to where I work. Now I can ride all the freakin time.
So, Christmas went well, I was stupidly sick the whole time, but now I feel okay. I'll be off my meds just in time to get retarded for New Years. I have decided that Christmas sucks when you're grown up. You get less, and the stuff you do get, sucks more. Maybe I'm just a spoiled brat; that's a huge possibility. But we had a great time watching the kiddo's open their stuff, and a mostly wonderful time was had by all. I got to see my cousin's baby and some people I hadn't seen in a couple years, so that was good. I saw Kali and baby yesterday as well. She finally got rid of the conehead thing and is too cute, I think she's starting to look more like her dad. But anyway, I finally held her and it wasn't tragic, so thumbs up on that one.
So yeah, that's about it. Stay safe this weekend and leave the drunk driving to the retards and professionals.
