MY Cup Size Is STANLEY

Sharks lead the Kings 2-0 in the series! Playoff Hockey is probably the most exciting sports moment for any sports fan. It's fast, crazy and intense for every moment of the game. My obsession started in 2012 with hockey and my guy is an SJ Sharks fan so I jumped his bandwagon. Living closer to LA some find this a betrayal, But I should say I am also a San Diego Chargers fan. And, I'm not so much one who leans towards popularity nor trends. The only LAish trendy team I like is the Laker's and that's a family thing from long ago. For baseball I would go with the Angel's. Hey, at least I've stuck with California!

 

Plus, the LA Kings are over-rated - as are the Ducks. While both are good, if not great, teams, I am one who loves to see an underdog or less popular team win. The Sharks are a great team mind you, it's just that most people haven't heard of them.

I am one to stick with a team win, lose or draw. Last night, the Sharks took them damn Kings 7-2. Last Thursday, they took them 6-3. This was a huge embarrassment for LA and hopefully a humbling moment or 2 for them that it takes more than a name and location to win. The Sharks are hungry and I hope they use the playoff series as their feeding time!

GO SHARKS!

It's all about the POINTS

OH HELL YEAH

Having started Weight Watchers 3 months ago, I live and breathe points. I am so sick of salads, but they are easy to assemble. They are aesthetically pleasing when the right ingredients are used, and they are YUM if you can be creative with the ingredients too. BUT, it's been 3 months. I've created, experimented, assembled and eaten my freakin heart out. This looks amazing and will be a nice change up to the routine. All for 9 points... YES!

Forever

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
- Clementine von Radics

mama

two years have already gone by. the first one was drowned in whiskey... the second one i invested my emotions in another. it helped some. one day, i will sit down and deal with it. im no longer angry, i just miss you. i miss my mama. a toast to you, long may you rave! /cheers!

Never.Give.Up.

It's been a while since I've last posted, but the eblogger falls way down on the list of things to do. I've suffered a computer crash as the deadliest kind, and have lost all photos - really the only thing i cared about.  one last attempt will be made by my guy up north to recover but, i have made peace that they are gone. i think everyone must experience this in order to make sure they never do it again. yeah, myself included.

some good news is that i figured out how to transfer some old blog posts to here so i don't have consider those lost. after time, one does realize the importance of written history. take it from me... don't delete your blogs! backup your files!

/sigh

You're a fantasy!

Trying my hand at fantasy football...

I've been #1 for the last 2 weeks...

I never pick teams based on their standings...

This is my strategy

Just forget it...

You forgot to say "I Love You" tonight. I waited, wondered, what had your thoughts preoccupied...

Or was it intentional.

It's becoming unbecoming. Undone.

The little things, changes that start the decline of the high.

You've always been one step ahead of me emotionally. You've been there, done that. 

A stepping stone to the next replacement for your misery.

Maybe the next one wont fall so hard.

I still love you. 

I refuse to believe I was the 9 month medication that satiated your desires.

But it's true, isn't it...