It's Been A Long Time

Ten days? Really? What can I say. I got caught up in the hockey playoffs. I'm too damn depressed about the fact that Nashville went from being up two games to one to loosing three straight to be eliminated. Next year maybe, although for the first time in a long time I won't be a season ticket holder.

On a positive note, I feel like Kitten and I are doing even better if that's possible. I drove up to see her last Friday. It's been chilly and raining, so we didn't do much. Saturday, she bought a grill and I helped her put it together and then we cooked steaks for dinner/supper. The rest of the weekend was spent in bed. Watching TV!! (mostly *wink*)

She is coming to see me this weekend. We have tickets to Jimmy Buffet on Saturday. I've always wanted to see him in concert, but I've never had the chance. I'm trying to find a nasty, tacky tropical shirt to wear, but they are more scarce than you would think.

In the middle of May, we are going on vacation and I can't wait. Just me and her on the beach for a couple of days is exactly what I need. Don't hate me.

Playoff Hockey!

Friday night, the Preds went into Chicago and handed the number two seed in the western conference a loss at home. I would have posted about it on Saturday, but I spent all day recovering from the yelling and screaming. The dogs still won't look at me.

Through the first period, Nashville managed to hold their own, preventing Chicago's high powered offense from scoring. However, the Suckhawks definitely had the advantage in shots and being the pessimist that I am, there was a feeling of "it's only a matter of time." Sure enough, in the second period, Sharp potted a rebound that Rinne couldn't stop. I was on the phone with Kitten watching the game and we both groaned, but not in a good way.

By the time the third period rolled around I was already giving myself the "at least they didn't get blown out" speech when suddenly J. PPPPPP. DUUUUUMMMOOONNNNT bounced one into Chicago's goal. Naturally I jumped on the bandwagon and when Dumont scored AGAIN I was screaming and yelling and dancing with the dogs. I guess Kitten handled my foolishness ok, she still talks to me.

So, a couple of empty net goals later and the Preds have won their first road playoff game. I have a six pack of Labatt's Blue and I will be parked in front of the big screen tonight with the dogs giving me the evil eye and hopefully Kitten on the phone again (I consider her good luck) to watch game two.

Everybody cross your fingers. NOW!

Fear The Mullet

I live in the South and the common perception of the good old boy held by the rest of the nation, sadly, is not far from the truth. I know plenty of people with gun racks in their trucks, pigs feet on their dinner plates and couches on their porches. However, nothing epitomizes the stereotype like the mullet.

Surely everybody is familiar with the mullet. A simple definition is a hairstyle that is short in the front and long in the back. According to the web site http://www.mulletjunky.com/, a legal mullet must be three times longer in the back than in the front. Other names for the hairstyle are: "The Ape Drape," "The Tennessee Waterfall," "The Mud Flap," and "The Achy-Breaky Big-Mistakey."

One of the more recognizable mullets in recent memory was the one sported by David Spade in the movie "Joe Dirt." If you aren't familiar with the movie, Joe Dirt was actually born without part of his skull and his parents stapled a mullet wig to his head to cover his brain and the skin and skull just kinda grew into the wig so he was stuck with it.

Why am I talking about mullets? I ran into the most awesome Joe Dirt mullet at work the other day. An exact replica. And it was a wig. On a seventy year old. You are never to old to rock a mullet.

Busy Busy

It feels like my days have been so full, with little or no down time. Last Thursday was my birthday. 42! Boo. Friday, after I got off of work, I drove the two and half hours to Kitten's house. My dogs, Daisy and Maddie, went with me. I got there pretty late, about ten or so Kitten time. We were standing on the patio, letting the dogs run around the back yard when I suddenly heard a "squeak". I turned to Kitten and asked her if one of the dogs had snuck a toy out of the house. She didn't think so, but Maddie was working hard on something at the end of the patio.

I walked over to see what she had and saw something move. Thinking it was a mouse or a rat, I quickly moved Maddie away only to see a baby bunny kicking it's legs. I picked the poor thing up and even though Maddie hadn't broken skin, I knew it was a goner. It was bleeding from it's nose. We admonished Maddie harshly (I know, she was just doing what dogs do) but she just wagged her tail and looked at me as if to say "can I have my toy back?"

We were all pretty tired (dogs included) so we went to bed. The next morning, Kitten made me a fabulous breakfast and I took my coffee out back with the dogs. Pretty soon I noticed that Maddie was once again interested in something up closer to the house. When I went to check it out, what did I find? Another bunny! Unfortunately, that one didn't live very long, but it wasn't Maddie's fault that time.

Later in the day, the girls where nosing around some flox in the flower beds and I started to think that maybe they knew something that I didn't. I started looking around and found two more bunnies, both alive. They were pretty cute!

I managed to keep those two safe the rest of the weekend, hopefully there is no bad Easter bunny karma for anybody.

We spent the rest of Saturday watching the Preds beat the Red Wings in overtime to clinch a playoff spot. I drove home on Sunday in time to mow my yard and get the laundry done. The girls and I were pretty exhausted.

Look what I got in the mail on Tuesday! My Preds playoff tickets. Since I won't be a season ticket holder next year and probably won't even be in Nashville, these tickets could represent the last hockey games I will get to go to see. Hopefully, they will win at least one series which means I will get at least four more games. I will really miss them.

Things have been busy and I think they will remain that way for a while.

It's My Birthday!

Check out what Kitten got me for my birthday! The complete Calvin and Hobbes! I hope she didn't pay for this thing by the pound. It's huge and weighs a ton. Each volume is over five hundred pages and the whole thing contains every Calvin and Hobbes strip ever.

I did kinda screw up today. I feel terrible about it. Kitten tried to surprise me at work and send me a cake. Not just any cake, but a giant Predators cake that feeds forty! It was supposed to be delivered to my job at eleven, when I usually try to go to lunch. Around one-thirty I texted her and told her I was on my way home, they had let me leave earlier. That's when I found out the cake was supposed to have already been there. I just felt horrible. Like I had really let her down. She was so upset. The cake showed up at work around two-thirty and this is what it looked like. Kitten did a great job of making my birthday special and I hope she knows that. I appreciate everything she does for me. Thank you Kitten!