Sunday, January 04, 2009

Today’s new game craze: “Spot Shatty’s Thing”

I’ve noticed over the past season and a half that Kevin Shattenkirk never wears his mouthguard.  He uses it as a chew toy.  Seriously.

Apparently, I’m not the only one who has noticed:  “Kevin Shattenkirk’s New Year Resolution.”  I love Hot Dog and Jesus; they’re one of my favorite pieces of BU Hockey tradition.  (I’m going to miss them when they graduate.  I really look forward to seeing them every game.)

It became kind of a joke between J and I - especially during the IIHF tourney the past two weeks.  It seemed like every single time the camera panned on him, it’d be hanging out of his mouth.  So we started watching for it.  I think “Spot Shatty’s Thing” became my favorite part of the tourney. 

In other news, my first pass at the sock’s partner just wound up in the frog pond.  I’m not looking forward to starting it again, but I will. *sigh*

Thursday, January 01, 2009

My one and only resolution…

... to knit more!  (This sock needs its partner!)

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Hey, 2008, the door is over there—>

A wise man once told me, “You can only move forward, never back.”

That was a little over ten years ago, but that line (or the general gist of it - memory like a sieve over here) has remained front and center since that comment was left on my blog.  That guy, some random weirdo from London, who I’d never meet (NEVER!), happened to be responsible for the second best night of our entire 2008 London vacation.  While we had managed to lose touch for a few years, we’re back to being bloggy friends… who have taken the friendship offline.  (Eating dinner, hanging out in a pub with the SCA geeks and exchanging English lessons (“Dog’s bollocks!” vs “It’s pronounced Peebiddy.”) was both fascinating and amazing. I can’t wait for the next trip out there!)

Anyhoo, I digress. 

When I look back at the past, I almost always end up digging through my blog archives because so much of my life is recorded there.  Sometimes, it’s the pictures that matter, sometimes it’s the words… but mostly, it’s the people that matter. It doesn’t matter if it’s good things or bad things that catch my attention - everything that happens, happens for a reason.  Sometimes, the reason is crystal clear and sometimes, I can spend years waiting for the reason to make itself apparent

In a nutshell, 2008 was a good year - reconnecting with old friends, bringing new ones into my world, celebrating milestones with my family - all these people ended up playing a bigger role in my life than anyone could have imagined.  I’m looking forward to beginning 2009 knowing that these people are in my life. 

I made a resolution in 2004 that, once we were in New England, I would make the effort to spend more time with my friends.  It’s taken me a while to get to that point - and it required a bulldozer *ahem* - but I’m thrilled beyond belief that I can hang out with them again.  Aside from the bulldozer, this wouldn’t have been possible without social networking apps like FB.  I’m hoping to spend more time with my friends and less with their FB profiles in 2009.

It’s been a heck of a year, 2008, but I’m excited to move on.

I’ve made mistakes.  I’ve had my ups and downs, ins and outs, my share of bad breaks, but when it’s all been said and done, I raise my beer Vanilla Coke and swear, “God, it’s been fun!” (The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - ‘Dogs and Chaplains’)

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Miss you…

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas Eve

Twas the night before Christmas and Tam was home and lonely.
She really missed her man.  Oh yes, the one and only.
His mom is sick with cancer, so off he went like Dancer.
Without Rudolph whose nose does glow, my man got stranded in the snow.
From Buffalo to Ohio he tried to go,  but Mother Nature kept saying “no.”
His fender, it got bendered and useless his car was rendered.
His car was taken on a flatbed and visions of tires danced in his head.
From miles away, there’s not much I can say…
except F*CK YOU, OHIO!  Have a happy holiday!

Hey, I never said I was a poet.