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| 04 January 2006 ~ Wednesday Song of the Day: Home by Michael Buble Two Words: GOALIE FIGHT!!!! Even though people don't believe me, I'm no longer a proponent of hockey fights. I've gotten to the point where I simply love the sport. Fights are still fun - when they aren't getting in the way of hockey. You see, there are times where a fight is detrimental to the game. I could go on, but some of my co-workers would probably throw things at me. Today, I'm just sensitive enough to where I don't want to make people mad at me. Yeah, it's one of those days, kids. That being said, I freaking LOVE goalie fights. Why? They are so weighed down with padding that they waddle when they skate. It makes fighting very entertaining. We haven't had a good goalie fight in the Portland area since the Ramage-Pannoni days a few season ago. I also can't remember the last full on line brawl. Maybe the man can tell me later. The Hawks were fine $500 for the goalie fight because Shier skated the length of the ice to get to McHale. He had to, kids. McHale was messing with our players who were already in fights. I should point out that while Shier did bloody McHale's nose, the two shook hands and were amiable afterwards. Unlike the Seattle coach, who threw a gatorade bottle at the ref. Portland beat Seattle 6-3 on NYE (the above pictured game). I think my favorite thing about the picture on the right, beside the cane, are the two players just standing around watching the melee. It makes me laugh - I think they both received penalties for fighting. Seriously. I also want to say that I have a wonderful husband. I love - and cherish - him very much. He was so sweet this morning in driving me all the way to work instead of to the MAX station. There is a hockey game tonight so it didn't make sense for me to drive myself to the station. I used the extra time this morning to buy a much needed Mt. Dew. I don't think I thank him enough - so, darling, THANK YOU!! Sorry if the formatting is off, maybe one day I'll pony up for a real website. Like when I win the "win for life" lottery that I never play. $1,000 a week for life - nice! I'll totally quit this job and work part time at an indie bookstore for FUN. After all, my income would be taken care of thanks to sin! Hope you guys are having a good 2006 (4 days into the new year). -M |
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| 05 January 2006 ~ Thursday Song of the Day: This Woman Needs by SheDaisy Many thanks to Sarah for letting me know that I was still living in the past. Apparently, kids, you were transported back a year with yesterday's post. Sorry about that. Hopefully it won't happen again...but as Fionna Apple once sang, "never is a promise and you can't afford to lie." Okay, that's a bit dramatic but I like it. I'd also like to thank Big Cheese for pointing out a typo on my home page. Sigh. No matter how much you try to be perfect... The hockey game was good last night. I was a bit detached from my surroundings, though. Not sure why. Still feeling that way. I'm craving cake. -M |
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| 17 January 2006 ~ Tuesday Song of the Day: Pinch Me by Barenaked Ladies Yesterday I got my hair cut. Ten inches to be exact. I told the woman cutting my hair that I had wanted to grow my hair out for Locks of Love, but got so frustrated with it that I just couldn't take it. She measured my hair and said I had 10 inches but it would be pretty short. I told her to go ahead - it was for a good cause and it would grow out. I like it - it's the haircut I had when I lived in Charleston. And if donating my hair to a kid with cancer (or some other reason for hair loss) wasn't enough, my haircut was free. Friday was our company party. I sat at the fun table and only had 3 drinks. It was more than enough. I had my first ever Long Island Iced Tea and two Appletinis. Yum. I didn't suffer too much on Saturday, but it helped that I got to sleep in. I did cry once during the party because I was thinking of John (I was sitting where he sat last year at the party). Fashionista and PonyM went into damage control and quickly made me laugh and forget my sorrows. Thank you two. Brad had a good time, especially since he was sitting by Pimp Daddy and his lady. I've put up a picture of the table setting (our office bought us cool martini glasses as party favors - hq doesn't know about it yet). I went to the restaurant and set everything up. Friday was a very busy day for me - I drove down to hell. (aka Eugene) I don't like driving down there. I did buy some cool new boots (not pictured). They aren't as hot as they could be, but I wasn't ready to try out the sexy ones. I probably would have broken a bone. I'm not feeling very witty today. Enjoy the photos - the last one is for PonyM...not sure why I was making that face. -M |
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| 17 January pt. 2 Apparently I was "throwing down" the incorrect sign in the photo in my previous post. I have posted a follow-up photo to appease the "Westside Bitches" for fear of retribution. Yeah, I'm totally scared. Technically, though, I am an "Eastsider." I'm just sayin'... Holla. Also, I took a paparazzi photo of Big Cheese. -M |
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| 23 January 2006 ~ Monday Song of the Day: Toxic by Britney Spears I was going to post a result from one of those quiz sites (Which flower are you?) but the code made the image huge. I'm a lily, by the way. Here's my irritant of the day: people who stand five feet away from me at the MAX station when there is an ENTIRE platform virtually empty. Get thee away! I don't want the friggin seat, you fool. Seriously, shoo fly! PonyM has a new nickname for me: Eastside Pony, EP for short. I have given myself the moniker YP/EP. You can pronounce it why-pep or why-pee-e-pee. Whatever is your pleasure. The beagle was sick over the weekend. We think she ate a critter, or something, and upset her stomach. She was fine by yesterday afternoon. Luckily, in a fit of overprotective mothering, I did not rush her to the vet. FYI, "holla" is pronounced hall-uh...it's not a misspelled "hola" (Spanish for hello). It means this. Winter Olympics are starting soon, kids! Who's excited? YPEP. Did you know you can get a "real" website for as little as $1/month? Here. I'm not going that route, yet. -M |
| 24 January 2006 ~ Tuesday Song of the Day: Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner I went into the kitchen this morning, CP was washing his hands and said, "good morning, Melissa." While looking at my boobs. The entire time. Last night there was a homicide six blocks away from my office. Last week there was a mugging one block away from my office. Welcome to the neighborhood, bitches. -M |
| 28 January 2006 ~ Saturday Song of the Day: Down with the Sickness by Disturbed Ah, the stomach flu. How I adore thee. You have taught me much these past few days. (1) Apparently, I'm a Power Puker. This is something I've always sort of known. Recently, it seems, if I have nothing in my stomach at time of vomiting, I BLACK OUT! Isn't that fun, kids? I guess I don't throw up like normal people. I must be trying to win some infamous "most violent vomiting" award or something. Last year (it may have been late 2004), I had a wonderful case of food poisoning. Completely my fault as I made a hamburger casserole using ground beef that had been thawed, refrozen and thawed again. Kids, listen to your mothers when they tell you not to refreeze somthing that has been thawed. For some reason I went to work and Big Cheese told me to go home. On the way home, I knew I was about to get sick. I went to pull over and the next thing I remember, I'm waking up, completely stopped in my lane (luckily, I wasn't on the freeway), the cup o'vomit, tucked neatly away in the cupholder (not a drop spilled) and completely dazed and confused. I made it safely home and vowed never to drive again when that sick. Ah, promises made are promises broken (thanks to 80s icon, Tiffany for that one). It really did freak me out, to say the very least, as I could have killed someone or myself. I recovered in about a day. This time, I have no idea what happened. On Tuesday night, I went to bed feeling fine. I woke up with the alarm, tired, but otherwise feeling okay. As I was getting ready, my body revolted. From both ends. I decided to stay home for a few hours to see if it was a temporary thing. Big Cheese had a doctor's appoinment at 11:00 and someone needed to be there to answer the phones (per bossman's dictate). By 10:00, I had not gotten sick since and had successfully eaten a banana. I contemplated driving vs. taking MAX. MAX would have taken an hour between driving, waiting, riding and walking. I just didn't have that in me. I decided to drive to work as I was only going to be there an hour. I called Big Cheese, who told me UCC dweeb had said the phones would be okay without anyone answering. But, no, Saint YPEP, had to go to work. YP to the rescue! I had no problems driving to work. I wasn't feeling great, but I wasn't feeling that badly. As soon as I walked into the office, though, things changed. I went to the bathroom and got sick. Bye, bye Mr. Banana. Big Cheese went to her appointment and for 1.5 hours I was fine. I called B who told me, if I needed him, he would come pick me up. I declined as I had driven and didn't want my car downtown overnight. With about 15 minutes until Big Cheese's return, I got sick again (and -gasp- left the phone unattended!). I felt immediately light-headed and decided the following: screw my car, screw this job, screw the bleeping phones, screw it all. I knew, at this point, that if I was lightheaded it would only get worse. There was no way in this world that I would drive myself home. I wasn't going to take the risk. Had I not gotten sick at work, I would have driven home. As is the case whenever I'm sick, I became weepy. B wasn't at his desk, so I tried his mobile. This is when B became nominated for Knight of the Year. He would take MAX downtown and drive me, and my car home. I would have to wait at least an hour for B to arrive - this was fine as I knew I would be going home. Big Cheese came back to the office and, almost immediately, I was back in the bathroom getting sick. At this point, the only content in my stomach was 7-Up. I woke up with my head laying on my arm, staring at toilet water. I was very confused as to where I was - at first I thought I was at home. I made my way back to the office. Bossman and Big Cheese had shocked looks on their faces as I was "whiter than normal." I pretty much kept my head down until B showed up. He had parked his car at the station that was three miles from our home. So, I did drive three miles with B following behind me. Everything was fine and I had Bon Jovi keeping me company. About five minutes after getting home, I got sick again and blacked out again. I stayed in bed for the rest of the week. I know the only reason I blacked out was because I had nothing in my body and I was "Power Puking." The exertion caused the blacking out. No, I'm not pregnant and the next time I have a doctor's appointment, I will mention it. (2) Dr. 90210 is both disgusting and fascinating. I learned that some male-to-female transexuals have a hard time getting breast implants because they don't have enough breast tissue (fat) and small nipples. I kept my eyes closed through most of the surgery, though, so I can't report. The result was quite nice, though. I also learned that if your baby comes through the birth canal sideways, your vagina will EXPLODE! This woman was seeing one of the doctors to repair her torn LABIA! FROM BIRTH! EXPLODING VAGINAS! Seriously? This happens? Holy Mother of God Almighty! Her LABIA was TORN almost in HALF! FROM GIVING BIRTH!! (3) Martha Stewart isn't all bad. David Boreanaz was on her show talking about his 9 month old puppy chewing everything up. She was defending the dog. Saying, he's a puppy and in that phase. He had to deal with it, essentially. She then said this thing that was so awesome about dogs and people. I can't remember the quote. I was groggy at the time. She has earned a new place of respect in my book. (4) I will not read James Frey's A Million Little Pieces, not because he lied (although that is part of the reason) but because he reminds me far too much of CP. I did see the Oprah-reaming-James episode. It was good. She looked awesome. (5) If someone watched Jeopardy on Thursday night, did they have a category on cereal? I was half asleep and could have sworn I heard Alex Trebec asking cereal questions. I was upset that a woman was right when she said "Prix" instead of "Trix." And I just know I heard Alex say, "They're Grrrreat!" when referring to a question on Frosted Flakes. Please, if you saw it, let me know. I am feeling almost 100%. See you on the flipside. -M |