Yeah, I sorta consider the Israeli National Hockey Team right up there with the Jamaican Bobsledders and Eddy the Eagle… 
So, as long as I got a big ol’ stick in my hand it can be some form of hockey, right? 
I cleaned both bathrooms and the kitchen. That’s enough for now. Just cause I decided it’s enough.
What, baseball and cricket and lacrosse are forms of hockey now? 
I played well into my 40’s, and only stopped because a wise neurologist explained to me the hazards of continually smacking my head against objects harder than itself, and repeatedly suffering concussions, which can cause all sorts of bad things to happen to your brain, up to and including turning a living breathing person into a slobbering sort of broccoli-like being needing to be spoon fed and told “there there now” by the nice nurses in the home.
Oddly enough, except for one fairly minor neck injury, I never hurt anything else except my noggin on the ice.
But summer was never hockey denial time, because we played year round. In fact the summer leagues brought the best competition because that’s when a lot of college players were home and joined summer leagues to stay in shape. There’s nothing like playing in a cool rink for an hour and a half, showering then walking outside into a 95 degree steambath!
Lacrosse can’t possibly count - nobody plays hockey using a stick with a bag on the end. Not to say that it wouldn’t benefit some players…
If nobody hears from me by late this afternoon, I’ll be dead. Because I’m taking my cat in for a bath today. She’s shedding like crazy, has dandruff (every cat up here does, I’m told) and is generally a bit of a mess. But she’s also Siamese. I hope she’ll forgive me, because I think she’ll look and feel a lot better afterwards!
It might take a few hockey players to hold her down…hmm. If I only knew any.
1 - heavy drinking
2 - casual sex
3 - travel
4 - stamp collecting and then slitting your wrists because stamps are basically worthless
5 - amusement parks like Holiday World and Knoebels that have areas that are winter year round
6 - did heavy drinking get mentioned yet?
7 - weed. The garden, of course. What did you think I meant?
8 - listening to the summer breeze and the noise of the Pittsburgh Pirates sucking
9 - ever consider a motorcycle? By the time you heal it could be hockey season again!
10 - two words - the Dope!
OK – from last week
Your Python reminded me of a variation of an old Carlin routine I use in diners now and then when they are full and ask for your name:
Hostess - Name please?
Me - Prokryfka
Hostess - Could you spell that?
Me - S M I T H
Hostess - Huh?
Me - The S is silent and the rest of the letters don’t count.
Morning! Had an awesome weekend, and will party tonight like an 11 year old. Today is our daughter’s birthday. She has all Star Wars stuff for her birthday, and her favorite movie is Empire Strikes Back. She thinks Jar Jar Binks is a twit. I love her. I still think George Lucas should be tortured: you know how hard it is to explain that no, what you think is movie #1 was actually the 4th movie out? What was he thinking?
(Furiously writes down most awesome to-do list ever)
Da cave is sanitized. Go Me! Just thought I’d report that.
I’m bein’ taken to dindin at the good Eyetalian place tonight. YAY! Haven’t been there in a while so it shall be a treat!
Soapy I vote that you remove weedin’ from that todo list. Then it would be an awesome todo list.
Why are you writing? Just copy and paste! 
Especially if it’s as hot there as it is here. OMG.
I was thinking, um, about the other kind of weedin’
Well, then, knock yerself out. I don’t judge. [sub]YOU POTHEAD![/sub] Ima go to :eek:WallyWorld:eek: in a bit cause I need some stuff and since none of it is frozen or needs refrigeration I figure I’d go before meetin’ OYKW and friends for dindin at the good Eyetalian place. The way I see it, I should go before dindin cause after dindin I’ll be full and won’t want to go to :eek:WallyWorld:eek:.
I was just having fun. I haven’t “weeded” since college…
Still alive. She was amazingly good for the whole thing. I’m surprised and impressed.
No weeding here; knowing my luck I’d be hit with a random drug test at just the wrong time if I did. Oh well. I never have, but I admit to being curious.
This made me laugh!!
I haven’t been to a hockey game since the mid-70s. I didn’t understand the game then and I still don’t, but it was fun to go yelling with my friends.
It’s clouding over - we may actually get some rain. <fingers crossed> Daughter is still at my mom’s so **FCD **and I are going out for supper. I got home late, thanks to a stoopit meeting, so no time, or inclination, to cook.
Nothing exciting to share - just another freekin’ day in paradise…
Back from dindin at the good Eyetalian place. YUM! It was a chicken sorta night cause we ended up ordering family platters of the chicken bowtie festival and the chicken parmesan. I got outvoted on the baked cheese tortellini with meat sauce. Plus we had tiramisu! Nummy, nummy, nummy tiramisu! I was really glad afterward that I had gone to :eek:Wally*World:eek: already cause I’s stuffded!
Thus is the excitement from swampland tonight.
I am going to vent a little here.
Last night I had a most disturbing dream, in which the Asshat[sup]TM[/sup] came to see me at chorus rehearsal. He was contrite and sincere and begging forgiveness and I told him to take a long walk off a short pier. I walked away feeling very proud of myself. That part was not upsetting - in fact I think I smiled in my sleep.
Then while I was out of the room, he asked my chorus mates what he needed to do to win me back. They gave him some suggestions. The scene fast forwarded, and he and I were, um, together; in the dream it made me happy, but I woke up angry, perplexed, and very sad.
All day I went around with this cloud around me. Until my nephew called to tell me that the procedure my brother had today was successful and he’ll soon be good as new. (he had extensive back surgery for stinosis). And suddenly all I wanted to do was sob hysterically for a few hours. Instead I called a friend who’s off to a well deserved vacation tomorrow. I did not mention the dream to her (she knows the whole history), or to anyone else. But I am still troubled by it. I know dreams are just stories the mind tells to clear out the garbage, but why in Og’s name is that piece of ^&$%& still in my head? :mad:
Aww Rosie! I’m sorry that you had that dream; dunno why the person’s name is rolling around in some far corner of your brain, but there ya are. Try not to think about it (yeah right, I know!!).
BooFae, my curiosity got me and I googled fascinators and now I’m really intrigued! You must share a pic of yours now.
We had huge storms roll thru here this afternoon, and afterwards it seems even hotter and steamier, if that can be believed. We were supposed to be getting -relief- from the heat and humidity, not making it worse! 
Ah well, holiday weekend is coming up.
And one down, only three more to go for me! Wee!
I tried teaching both dogs to play goalie. It went badly.
So act like it’s still hockey season?
Dude…wait, what?
BBBobbio lost a nut?:eek:
: skitter, skitter, THUMP! skitter, skitter, THUMP! :
: hands Rebo a,e,i,o,u, and a y :
Sorry about that, rosie.