Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I have been looking through the catalogs for months--since we got the tickets--trying to decide what I wanted to buy. Finally, about three months ago I found the cutest top and pants imaginable and figured those were what I was going to get. A month ago I put in the order--I didn't order them earlier in case my fantasy of dropping 30 pounds overnight would happen to come true and the clothes wouldn't fit anymore. Of course, it took more than two weeks for the order to get here. (I refuse to pay the extra postage for rush delivery unless it 'absolutely, positively, has to get here' faster.) I was really excited as I opened the package because I was ahead of the game, for once. First, I tried on the pants. I'm not quite sure WHAT I was sent, but they were not what I expected. They fit quite nicely and I would have been happy to keep them except for the fact that they were too short. Granted, I ordered the 'petite' length, but petite is supposed to be for women 5' 3" or 5' 4" or shorter--I am BARELY 5' 1" tall, so I figured there would be no problem. WRONG! They looked like 'flood' pants--and they definitely were not short enough to be cropped or capris. So, those had to be sent back. I figured, fine, I can find pants to go with the top--I just might have something in the closet that will do. Then I tried the top on. Frankly, I don't know what they did to make the top look good in the catalog, but when I saw the thing on me I wanted to take a pointy stick and poke my eyes out! It was horrid! Back that went.
My trying to get clothes through a catalog didn't work, so I tried to get something locally. HA!! There is NOTHING out there to be had. EVERYTHING is so damn ugly that I just wanted to cry. Now, I know I am age, weight, and height challenged, and that WILL cause me to have problems finding clothes, but the clothes in EVERY size are ugly. I even went into the part of the stores that carry the Nicole Richie/anorexia sizes and the clothes were not any better there. (As an aside: are there REALLY healthy people that can wear a size 2? There is not enough material in an article of clothing that is a size 2 to cover my right thigh, much less anything else!) If something is a cute shape, then the material is ugly. If the material is exactly what you want, then the cut is disgusting. Just a vast wasteland of ugly clothes. I was astonished at the materials/patterns there are--the kinds of material we used to call 'old ladyish.' I just don't get it. And WHEN are the manufacturers/designers going to realize: if a woman is big enough--with a big enough bust--to wear certain sizes, she PROBABLY needs a little bit of a bigger cut in the torso/stomach area. She IS NOT LOOKING TO WEAR FORM-FITTING CLOTHES!
All of the trouble I have in trying to get clothes that I like could be solved if I went back to making everything myself. Good idea, except we have NO PLACE TO BUY MATERIAL. When JoAnne's closed, we were left with WalMart as pretty much the only place to buy material. Have you checked out their selections lately? Laughable. I used to decide on the spur of the moment to make an article of clothing--which was easy to do when we had a store where all of the 'raw materials' could be bought. That ship has sailed.
I know I will find SOMETHING to wear to go to the play--and it isn't as if anyone is really going to be looking at me anyway. But, still, it is nice to have something new, that you like, and that fits well, once in awhile. I can only dream.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Today I went to the site to look at the pictures and here is what they look like:
Amazing how big they have grown in such a short period. They look as if they are very close to taking flight for the first time.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
--I do believe I have to get on the bandwagon and say: get rid of Lang! They pay him way too much for what he does--or doesn't do--on the ice. At $3.8mil a year, he should be producing MUCH more. His time has passed, let him go.
--Hasek. What the hell can you say about a 42-year-old goalie? Especially one who plays as well as he does? This year he was healthy, but last year he only played 43 games. How long can his groin hold out? A VERY tough call. Maybe it's time for the Wings to get a 'young'un' up to speed in the net--but if they want another good run at the Cup next year, they might need to keep Hasek. Hmmm.
--Thank goodness they locked up Datsyuk and Holmstrom and Zetterberg won't be up for renewal for another year or two. I still think Lidstrom will retire as a Wing, so they don't have to worry about him for a couple of more years. But at 37-years-old, he might not be around much longer. After all, EVERYONE can't be playing at the level Chelios is at 45!
--Bertuzzi is another question mark. I would say, if he doesn't want too much, sign him. He wasn't back 100% after his back surgery and I think he could be a big asset next year. It all depends on what he might want--and if he can fully heal. $5mil is way too much, though.
--Then there is Schneider. Is he worth a substantial increase in his current +$3mil? Hard to say. I think a lot depends on who else they might want to pick up.
--At least I don't have to worry about my 'baby boy' for a while. He won't be a free agent for a few years, at least. He showed some of what he is made of during the season and especially during the playoffs, so I think the Wings will do all in their power to keep him on the roster when the time comes. I still think people will definitely have to learn how to pronounce the name Valterri Filppula in the years to come. He WILL be a star. And, hopefully, a star for the Red Wings!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The following are 15 things everyone should know about Fred Rogers:
1. Even Koko the Gorilla loved him
Most people have heard of Koko, the Stanford-educated gorilla who could speak about 1000 words in American Sign Language, and understand about 2000 in English. What most people don’t know, however, is that Koko was an avid Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood fan. As Esquire magazine reported, when Fred Rogers took a trip out to meet Koko for his show, not only did she immediately wrap her arms around him and embrace him, she did what she’d always seen him do onscreen: she proceeded to take his shoes off!
2. He Made Thieves Think Twice
According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When
3. He Watched His Figure to the Pound!
In covering Rogers’ daily routine (waking up at 5; praying for a few hours for all of his friends and family; studying; writing, making calls and reaching out to every fan who took the time to write him; going for a morning swim; getting on a scale; then really starting his day), writer Tom Junod explained that Mr. Rogers weighed in at exactly 143 pounds every day for the last 30 years of his life. He didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, didn’t eat the flesh of any animals, and was extremely disciplined in his daily routine. And while I’m not sure if any of that was because he’d mostly grown up a chubby, single child, Junod points out that
4. He Saved Both Public Television and the VCR
Strange but true. When the government wanted to cut Public Television funds in 1969, the relatively unknown Mister Rogers went to
5. He Might Have Been the Most Tolerant American Ever
Mister Rogers seems to have been almost exactly the same off-screen as he was onscreen. Despite being an ordained Presbyterian minister, and a man of tremendous faith, Mister Rogers preached tolerance first. Whenever he was asked to castigate non-Christians or gays for their differing beliefs, he would instead reply, with sincerity to them, “God loves you just the way you are.” Often this provoked ire from fundamentalists.
6. He Was Genuinely Curious about Others
Mister Rogers was known as one of the toughest interviews because he’d often befriend reporters, asking them tons of questions, taking pictures of them, compiling an album for them at the end of their time together, and calling them after to sincerely check in on them and hear about their families. He wasn’t concerned with himself, and genuinely loved hearing the life stories of others. Amazingly, it wasn’t just with reporters. Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back,
7. He was Color-blind
Literally. He couldn’t see the color blue. Of course, he was also figuratively color-blind, as you probably guessed, as were his parents who took in a black foster child when
8. He Could Make a Subway Car full of Strangers Sing
Once while rushing to a
A few other things:
9. He got into TV because he hated TV. The first time he turned one on, he saw people angrily throwing pies in each other’s faces, and immediately he vowed to use the medium for better than that. Over the years he covered topics as varied as why kids shouldn’t be scared of a haircut, or the bathroom drain (because you won’t fit!), to divorce and war.
10. He was an Ivy League Dropout.
11. He composed all the songs on the show, and over 200 tunes.
12. He was a perfectionist, and disliked ad libbing. He felt he owed it to children to make sure every word on his show was thought out.
13. Michael Keaton got his start on the show as an assistant– helping puppeteer and operate the trolley.
14. Several characters on the show are named for his family. Queen Sara is named after Rogers’ wife, and the postman Mr. McFeely is named for his maternal grandfather who always talked to him like an adult, and reminded young Fred that he made every day special just by being himself. Sound familiar? It was the same way Mister Rogers closed every show.
15. The sweaters. Every one of the cardigans he wore on the show had been hand-knit by his mother.
(Sorry the editing of the post is so funky--don't know what happened to the format. Oh, well, at least it can be read--it just looks crappy! :))
Before I continue I have to say this: I don't care how many children my girls decide they want. How many kids they can take care of and handle is their own decision. If they each want 24 kids, so be it--they won't be MY problem, I won't have to take care of them. God knew I could only handle having two kids, but that doesn't mean I think everyone should limit themselves to only two. To each his/her own, I say. Now, on to my explanation.
This is C's 7th pregnancy. Yes, I said 7th. And she doesn't do pregnancy well, to say the least. Here is the history:
My first granddaughter was born in July 1996. She was only 29 weeks and weighed 2lb, 7oz. She was brought to our town--we have the only regional medical center and NICU in the area--by ambulance, a trip of 100 miles. I was sure she was going to be dead by morning--I had never seen a baby look as sick as she did. She was released from the hospital before the date she was supposed to be born and is healthy, beautiful, and tremendously smart today.
My second granddaughter decided to stay in the womb longer. She was born in March 1999 and was 35 weeks and weighed 4lb, 13oz. She was an absolute giant compared to her sister! This one, too, is perfectly healthy, etc--but then, no problems were expected because she was only 5 weeks early.
Several years passed and C divorced her first husband. In November 2002, she gave birth to her third child--her first with her second husband. He was only 27 weeks and was stillborn.
Ten months after her stillborn child (September 2003), C gave birth to number four--a girl. She was born at 32 weeks and weighed 2lb, 7oz. While she was the same weight as her oldest sister, she WAS three weeks older and didn't look like a sick baby at all. She was just very, very small. She spent her time in the NICU, like her oldest sister did.
July 2004--10 months later--brought C's second boy. She managed to carry him to term. He was 7lb, 4oz. By this pregnancy, the doctors had decided on her problem: for some reason, the placentas would become full of clots and this would cause a 'failure to thrive' of the babies. For this pregnancy, she had to inject a blood thinner daily to counteract the clotting of the placenta. Problem solved, right? Wrong.
October 2005--15 months later--C gave birth to her last child. (C, once again, had to have daily injections during this pregnancy.) This was a girl and she was born at 34 weeks, weighing 3lb, 11oz. The ONLY reason the baby wasn't born earlier is because C was here in the hospital for about a month before the birth. Her water broke and, being a high-risk pregnancy, C was rushed to our hospital by ambulance. She was on complete bed rest for the month she was here. During this pregnancy, C had contracted viral meningitis and the doctors THINK this is what caused the early labor.
All of C's children--except for the stillborn, of course--are healthy and fine. She has been blessed and lucky that everything is okay. And here is where part of my not being happy comes into the picture: How long do you toss the dice and expect to keep winning? WHEN does your luck run out? Is THIS going to be the child that has severe problems?
Also, during and after the last pregnancy, C had her own problems. I still don't think the doctors figured out just what went wrong with her. I know she had trouble with blood clots, but beyond that, I don't know what else was wrong. And the doctors don't have an explanation for any of it. Here is the other reason I'm none too happy: What is all of this doing to C's health? What if she should have chronic health problems from this many pregnancies? What happens to all of her children if she died? (Yes, she has a husband, but kids need a mother, too.)
Over the last year and a half, C and I have talked about her health and pregnancies. She is well aware of my worries, as I haven't kept my mouth shut. I have tried to be as non-confrontational as possible and only told her of my fears in terms of my loving her and wanting everything good for her. She told me this 'probably' is her last pregnancy. I pray that this isn't the end of God smiling on her and that all goes well.
For any of you who pray, I ask that you remember C and her unborn child when you do. The next few months are going to be extremely hard for all of us--and, of course, hardest on C herself.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
That being said, I could go on and on with 'coulda, shoulda, woulda,' but there is no reason. Others that are much more knowledgeable than I am will do all of the analyzing--and it will be to no avail. The season is done. The guys can go and play golf.
I will not be watching any more hockey this year. The thoughts of having to see Pronger's smirk just makes me more than a little ill. The only thing that could get me to watch any part of any of the Cup finals is if I get to see a clip of someone from Ottawa taking Pronger out--and having him be out for an extended period of time. THAT I might watch. I hope Ottawa wins in four straight games--and while they are winning, I want them to take out a couple of Niedermayers, a Perry, and most definitely, a Pronger.
It was a good ride this year, guys. THANKS! It is a very good feeling that the team did as well as it did, considering all of the 'experts' predicted a mediocre--at best--year. Four months and we get to do it all over again! I, for one, can't wait.
Monday, May 21, 2007
A Menominee County landlord faces up to a year in prison and a $100,000 fine for evicting the wife of a U.S. serviceman. It happened back in December of 2004, but it's just reached the federal court system.
Randall McLeod, Sr. pled guilty to a charge of unlawful eviction of a service member's dependents.
Federal prosecutors say the wife went into labor in late November of 2004 and, as a result, did not make her rent payment on time. The next month, authorities say, McLeod removed the family's belongings from the mobile home and changed the locks.
The soldier was away from home, training at the time.
McLeod will be sentenced on August 28. He'll also be required to pay restitution to the family.
The other night I could hear something chewing/digging in the ceiling of the pantry. This ceiling is right under the space occupied by the basement entrance. So, I took the flashlight and went to look in the window of the basement door and there it was. A HUGE grey squirrel. And I SWEAR the damn thing snarled at me when the light hit him! I'm not sure if there is a nest--didn't wait around long enough to find out. K is just going to have to figure out a way to put out the live trap where the squirrel might actually go into it. And then, WE HAVE TO FIND OUT HOW THEY ARE GETTING IN! I just don't want the thing to get into the basement--THAT would be a heart attack waiting to happen, believe me.
Once again, we have a nest of birds in the eave over the sewing room. The racket the babies make is just incredible. I'm sure they aren't anything more interesting than starlings--and I would REALLY like them gone. We will have to investigate this, too, to see how they are getting in. It is SO much fun living in an old house! (sarcasm is heavy in that last remark :))
Sunday, May 20, 2007
The NHL, in their infinite wisdom, contracted with NBC to air hockey games. Not ALL hockey games, just the ones that NBC wants to carry. AND NBC can determine what time these games air--at their convenience. So, you have Saturday afternoon hockey games, which is okay unless you live in Canada where Hockey Night in Canada is not only a tradition, but an institution. This means that the CBC couldn't air night time playoff games because NBC wanted the games played during the day.
Not only has NBC screwed with the times of the games, they also have decided that the majority of the games will be broadcast on VS--a network that they own. What's that you ask? What's VS? Exactly. There are many cable systems in the US that don't carry VS. There are a lot of people across the country that have never even heard of VS. I believe the only reason that we have VS on our cable system is because there would be a rebellion if we couldn't get every conceivable hockey game broadcast to our area that is possible. We also are lucky because we get the CBC on our system--which I do enjoy watching because their announcers at least understand the game of hockey and aren't airheads spewing a bunch of nonsense just to hear themselves talk.
And so we come today and NBC's big screw-up. Ottawa and Buffalo played today. The series stood at 3 wins for Ottawa, 1 for Buffalo. This game had the potential to be the end of the series--Ottawa could become the Eastern Conference champs and get into the Stanley Cup finals. The teams played 60 minutes and were tied at 2-2. The game was going into overtime. And NBC decided to stop broadcasting the game and go to the pre-race coverage of the Preakness--which was under a rain delay. And those hockey fans that didn't have anywhere but NBC to watch the game missed the overtime period, the SUDDEN DEATH overtime--which Ottawa won to become the Eastern Conference champs. They got to miss the end of a playoff game so that NBC could have a bunch of talking heads describe how muddy the racetrack was, how the weather was, and how much longer it would be before the race started FOR 75 MINUTES! (I was able to see the rest of the game--as I said, our cable system is good for hockey fans.)
I went to the message boards at NBC Sports to read the reactions. People are not amused. I think there will be A LOT of emails to be read on Monday morning. I hope someone gets fired for this.
Friday, May 18, 2007
The other night, I needed to stop at Shopko to pick up a few things. Not much, but enough to be a little unwieldy just to carry. As I passed the Coke coolers, I decided to pick up a couple of bottles to go along with dinner. I couldn't carry any more stuff, so I went to get myself a shopping cart. I guess I must have been struggling with the cart I was trying to extract from the rest, because a young girl--late high school, early college age--came rushing over to help me get the cart. 'Here, let me help you,' she said. Her tone of voice and the look on her face I knew very well--I have used both many times in my life. She looked at me and thought (I'm sure), 'I MUST help you. You remind me so much of my frail, very old, grandmother.' At that moment, I knew I had joined the ranks of 'little old ladies.' ACK!!!!!!!!! Of course, the first thing I did when I left the store was call my girls and tell them what had happened.
The oldest answered the phone and I told her, 'I am officially a little old lady now.' C answered, 'NOW what embarrassing thing did you do!' (See, total lack of respect!) After I told her the story--which she laughed at--she said, 'Well, at least you didn't pee yourself!' (Total lack of respect.) And then she said, 'Why are you surprised at this? You aren't exactly young anymore.' (This last thing was said with a grin in her voice. But still, total lack of respect.)
I called the youngest next. I said, 'I am officially a little old lady now.' A answered, 'NOW what did you steal!' (No respect.) She wasn't QUITE as bad as her sister, but she did tell me I'm not quite as young as I used to be and I should expect these things to happen more and more often. Nice kids. As for the 'NOW what did you steal.' remark, here is the story.
Last year, just before Christmas, a friend and I took advantage of the annual 'shop downtown' event we have here in the city. As in so many other places, our downtown area is a bit overlooked by shoppers who find it so much easier to go to the malls and strip malls that we have sprinkled around. So, the downtown merchants have these events to try and get more traffic and, hopefully, get more people to shop their stores. We went from store to store, filling out raffle forms and stuffing our faces with cookies and candies. At one point, we found ourselves in our local Christian bookstore. And here is where it gets interesting.
B was looking to add some figures to her Nativity set, so she was asking the owner if they still make the size she needed. A discussion about Nativity sets, and other things, began. As we were standing by the cash register/counter, I began looking at all of the 'impulse buying' stuff that most stores have at the check-out. The display of the Bible devotional booklets 'The Daily Bread' caught my eye. I hadn't had one in quite awhile, so I picked one out of the rack and put it in my bag. B looked at me like she wanted me dead. I couldn't figure out what her problem was and then it occurred to me that she didn't realize that 'The Daily Bread' was a free give-away booklet--we used to have them in our church free for the taking. After a few minutes, the conversation was over and we left the store.
As soon as we were outside, she said, 'WHY did you take that without paying for it?' I told her I didn't have to pay, that they were free. To which she answered, 'Then why did the sign say $1.00?' I almost died. I HAD to go back into the store, apologize, and pay my $1.00. This is, after all, a small town and I couldn't be remembered as the woman who stole something right in front of the owner! And the man didn't even smile or even try to make me feel better when I apologized to him. Jackass. (In my defense, I spent a lot of time in the store when it was owned by the people he bought it from. At that time, the booklets were free to whoever wanted one. The publishers STILL give them for free, but this store owner decided this would be a way for them to raise some money for the non-profit company that distributes the booklets. That is the reason they now charged for them.)
This incident took place about six months ago. I haven't been back to the downtown stores since. My girls said my picture and description is probably posted in all of the stores. They told me I should probably not go there again. Total lack of respect on their part.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
1) I need to talk. If I had enough people to talk to during the day, I probably wouldn't blog, but since I am a stay-at-home, I don't talk to that many people on a daily basis. Thus, I blog and read other people's blogs.
2) I have always wanted to write. While I have thought--in the past--that I am a decent writer, I now realize I am just passable. With all of the really good writers I read every day, I don't feel as if I measure up. But, still, I try.
3) Sometimes, I just have things that I have to say. And this can be broken down into two different things: a need to express oneself and a need to say something. Expressing yourself implies a creative, artistic endeavor. Needing to say something is much more basic: like NEEDING to say what my true feelings about Oprah are.
4) I have many years of stories and wisdom--real or imagined on my part :)--that I want to pass on. When I write things in this blog, there is always a chance that someone, somewhere, might take away something useful from reading it. I have always felt--whether through this blog or in my personal life--if only one person in the world remembers me as someone who helped, then I would have lived my life well.
5) There really is no other outlet for my eclectic thoughts. I have no one else to listen to me talk about hockey, Eric Clapton, funny commercials, bad TV shows, good books, lousy celebrities, pet peeves, bad jokes, computers, etc., so I come here and let loose. So, if you are entertained or if you are bored, what you see is what you get. And tomorrow's post/s will probably be much different than today's.
And because I don't want to steal one of burg's 5, I will add one more reason for me to blog and that is because of all of the people who come here. I appreciate every one of you and every comment that is left. I am grateful for the support that is given when things are not going so well and the happiness that is shared when all is right with my world. Without all of you, I would be a very lonely blogger!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I still cannot believe how the analysts are making excuses for what Pronger did. Or, if not making excuses, NOT condemning what he did. For crying out loud, a hit like that could practically take a man's head off. This was intentional and it should be condemned as such. I'd love to know what the motivating factor is for these 'analysts' to soft sell the whole 'incident.' I don't get it.
Now, before anyone gets at me for feeling the way I do just because this was against my team, I will say: WRONG! Pronger has taken cheap shots at other players for years and pretty much has gotten away with it. And that is due to the fact that he is a 'good' player. As far as I can see, he is tall and has a long reach--nothing else about him appeals to me.
I am not naive enough to try and say every other team has players that do 'wrong' things and Detroit is the only snow white team out there. I know better than that. Yes, I see Chelios slash at another player when the ref isn't looking. I see the hooking and tripping that doesn't get called. I see the little shots to the other players, the hits and 'bumps'--I'm not blind. But, these are the same types of things that all--well, almost all (sometimes I think Datsyuk doesn't know HOW to trip, hook, slash, etc.)--players on all teams do as often as they think they can get away with. And these are the kinds of things I don't mind seeing and don't mind having called as penalties. But the kinds of things that Pronger and several other players do--Tootoo is another one--are just plain wrong. For the most part, a trip here, a hook there, even a slight slash, is not going to do any permanent damage to another player. Bumps, bruises, and even a little blood are part of the game. When you hit someone with your elbow in the back of the head, forcing their face into the boards, THAT can do some pretty bad, and sometimes permanent, damage. That is not what hockey is, or should, be about.
--Detroit Red Wings center Valtteri Filppula, of Finland, scores past Anaheim Ducks goalie Ilya Bryzgalov, of Russia, as left wing Shawn Thornton looks on during the third period of their NHL Western Conference finals hockey game in Anaheim, Calif., Tuesday, May 15, 2007. The Red Wings won 5-0. (AP Photo/Chris Carlson)--
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
This was on TMZ.com today:
Oprah Winfrey wishes her beloved grandma was still around -- to see the "good white folks" that are under her domain.
The media queen told a group of graduates at the Howard University commencement Saturday that her grandmother's wish was that Oprah would someday work for some "good white folks." How the tables have turned, said Oprah, now that those "good white folks" are working for her. Oprah's grandma worked as a servant in Mississippi in the 1950s, and the younger Winfrey has often invoked her as an inspiration and a guiding force in her life.
Not only do I dislike her as a celebrity, but I feel she is the most racist person on TV today! If a white person would say anything that came even CLOSE to her statements, that person would be put in prison for 'hate crimes' and never be let out! I guess the 'Oprah religion' is as strong as ever.
Monday, May 14, 2007
According to a declaration filed by Dr. Charles Sophy, a psychiatrist who has seen Paris "off and on" over the last six months, Hilton is "not capable of any meaningful participation" in a civil trial brought against her by diamond heiress Zeta Graff. In a $10 million lawsuit filed in 2005, Graff claims that Hilton spread "vicious lies" about her that were printed in the New York Post.
Paris' shrink claims that Hilton is "emotionally distraught and traumatized" from the May 4 hearing where she was sentenced to 45 days in jail for breaking probation in her DUI bust, and asked a judge to allow her sufficient time to recover. In the document, the head-doc goes on to explain that Hilton "Cannot effectively respond to examination as a witness or provide any significant input into her defense." In fact, Sophy claims that forcing Paris to participate on May 21 would "exacerbate her current mental condition." The horror!
As a result, the judge has postponed the trial date until August 22.
PLEASE!!!!!! When is she going to be put out of my misery!!!!!!
That all being said, I DO believe the Wings got robbed of a win tonight. Even though I don't believe the first reviewed goal should have counted--the ref NEVER should have let the play continue as long as he did without blowing his whistle--I'll let them have it. Fine. But the second reviewed goal NEVER should have counted. Whether you think the whistle blew before the puck 'crossed' the line or you think Hasek was pushed into the net, THAT. GOAL. SHOULD. NOT. HAVE. COUNTED!!!!! The Wings would have won, there would have been no overtime, and they would be leading in the series 2-0.
All in all, this was only one game. Now it is on to Anaheim--where the Wings can take at least one on the Ducks home ice and then come back and finish them off. I still am a believer!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
--Shawn Thornton (R) of the Anaheim Ducks fights with Danny Markov (R) of the Detroit Red Wings. The Detroit Red Wings converted two power-play goals for a 2-1 victory over the Anaheim Ducks on Friday and the early edge in the National Hockey League Western Conference finals. (AFP/Getty Images/Gregory Shamus)--
Thursday, May 10, 2007
"Before I met Brad, I always said I was happy never to have a child biologically. He told me he hadn't given up that thought. Then, a few months after Z came home, I saw Brad with her and Mad, and I realized how much he loved him, that a biological child would not in any way be a threat. So I said, 'I want to try.' "
A biological child a threat to your adopted ones. Astonishing. Quite a reason to give birth to a child, hey?
And she said this:
"As kids get older, it's harder for them to be adopted. ... Something changed for me with Shiloh. We had Mad and Z, and neither looked like Mommy or Daddy. Then suddenly somebody in the house looked like Mommy and Daddy. It became clear to us that it might be important to have somebody around who is similar to the other children so they have a connection. Mad's very excited that his brother is from Asia."
What a good reason to buy another child--just so the one you already have will have someone who 'looks like him.' Does this woman ever stop to think how ridiculous she sounds? And yet, countries allow her to continue to buy more kids. Unbelievable.
“It's like high school, isn't it?” she told Viera. “We as celebrities are like the popular kids. People want to know our business.”
Really? So you are one of the 'popular kids' and my life is spent being curious about you cause I'm NOT popular? Get real.
And she said this to Jeanne Wolf about not wanting to be asked if her success comes from being beautiful:
"If a woman who's a successful actress weighs 300 pounds and has warts, nobody ever asks her, 'Do you think you made it because you're ugly?' So why should there be prejudice against someone who's had some success in films and looks a little better than average. It's all in my genes, so don't hold it against me."
Please, will someone shut her down and put her out of my misery! Talk about an ego!
1) My mother's first cousin was Miss Michigan--way back in the 1950s. She also was a semi-finalist in the Miss America pageant. Because of her status as a semi-finalist, she got several (small) movie roles. She left 'the business' because she couldn't stand the phoniness. Today, she holds dual Finnish/American citizenship and lives full time in Finland. She is one of only two members of my family that I regularly have contact with.
2) I have never put gas in a vehicle. (I have stated this before, but there is a reason for me to mention it again.) However, I am the only one who hangs pictures--or anything else--on the walls in our house. I also put together most of the 'assemble-it-yourself' furniture that we have bought. If we had more power tools, I know I could do most any remodeling necessary in a house.
3) My high school boyfriend never married. I believe his mother blamed me for that. In some way, it is flattering to think so, but I do believe his drug and alcohol habits had more to do with it than I did.
4) A few posts back I mentioned the fact that my father was in the hospital for a year when I was very young. He was thought to have tuberculosis and was isolated until he had surgery. He had an ulcerated lung and not TB. I am the reason this all came about and I have lived my entire life feeling guilty about it. When I had to have my TB test/shot in kindergarten, I was so terrified of the needle that I pulled away. Of course, I showed a positive reaction and then my entire family was tested for TB. My mother also tested positive. (We both had been exposed, but never had TB.) My father was the one to get put into the hospital--my mother and I took medications for a year. I KNOW my mother blamed me for my father's hospitalization and it has been a huge burden I am finally overcoming. Even though I remember hearing my mother say it was my fault, she denies it to this day. Just another reason for me to not feel very good about her. (She was VERY young at the time and said things without thinking. It happens. I just wish she would own up to it.)
5) As everyone knows, I am a HUGE hockey fan and an even HUGER Red Wings fan. But...when I first started to watch hockey, I was a fan of the Boston Bruins. Bobby Orr, Phil Esposito, Derek Sanderson, Gerry Cheevers...couldn't get any better than that! I fell away from watching hockey for some time and came back as a Red Wings fan--because I couldn't go against the rest of the household. :)
6) The company my husband works for bought out the company he started at. The original company sponsored a photo contest for the employees and their families every year. I won the contest twice. My first win came with a picture I took of my niece at her birthday. She was nose-to-nose with the clown that was there, staring in his eyes. It was a once-in-a-lifetime shot. The second picture I won with was of a squirrel eating from our bird feeder. The extraordinary thing about this was: the squirrel was hanging onto the roof of the feeder by his back claws and was eating upside down. It was a pretty cool shot.
7) I was once a dental assistant. That isn't very unusual, but the work I did WAS. I never had any formal training, but I took x-rays, took impressions, instructed people on the proper care of their teeth, evaluated their teeth cleaning, did some hygienist-type cleaning, and applied temporary fillings. I broke the law by putting in temporary fillings--and maybe by doing some of the other stuff, too. Thankfully, I left the practice before it was busted.
There you have it...7 things I don't believe I ever mentioned in this blog before. It was one of the hardest memes I have ever done, so I will not tag anyone specifically. I hope everyone tries it, though--puts your brain to work for a while, that's for sure!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
The next time there is a nice picture of mama--with or without the babies--I will post it. They are beautiful birds. Every once in awhile, both adult birds are in the box. I am just assuming that every time there is only one adult, that it is mama. I could be wrong!
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
--an AARP magazine
Please, give me suggestions! The more I have, the easier it will be for me to gather all of the items together. I am going to start my purchases ASAP--much easier than waiting till the last minute. Thanks!
--Dominik Hasek #39 of the Detroit Red Wings celebrates after defeating the San Jose Sharks in Game Six of the 2007 NHL Western Conference Semifinals on May 7, 2007 at the HP Pavillion in San Jose, California. The Red Wings defeated the Sharks 2-0 and won the series 4-2. (Photo by Jed Jacobsohn/Getty Images)--
Monday, May 07, 2007
SCATTERGORIES... Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question... Now Go! This is a lot of fun, but harder than you might think!
1. Famous singer/band: Clapton (like THAT was a surprise?)
2. 4 letter word: Crap (HAD to be a naughty word--and I wouldn’t write the OTHER ‘c’ word)
3. Street name:
4. Color: Chartreuse (or Carnation pink--do they even HAVE that color anymore?)
5. Gifts/present: jewelry with Citrine stone/s (the November--and my--birthstone)
6. Vehicle: Cavalier (LOVED my Cavalier, until I got my Jimmy)
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: cards (as in ‘post’)
8. Boy Name: Christopher (no reason)
9. Girl Name: Caroline (again, no reason)
10. Movie Title: Crash (not worth watching a second time--wasn't worth watching the first time)
11. Drink: Cosmopolitan (yum!--especially pomegranate ones)
12. Occupation: Carpenter (I could be one--I love power tools)
13. Flower: Clematis (very pretty)
15. Magazine: Consumer Reports (haven’t subscribed for years--and don’t miss it)
17. Pro Sports Teams:
18. Something Found in the Kitchen: Coffeemaker
19. Reason for Being Late for Work: Car crash
20. Something you throw away: Cardboard (actually, we recycle)
21. Things You Shout: Cowabunga! (?)
22. Cartoon Character: Wiley COYOTE (I know, that’s stretching it!)
23. Animal: Cougar (or cat, same difference)
24. Favorite Thing To Do: Computer (I know, ‘computer’ isn’t an activity, but you know what I mean :))
25. Food: Cake (or cookies or chocolate or candy—but no cantaloupe!)
So, I won't tag anyone, but this is--as burg said--a good filler for when you have nothing else to write. Enjoy!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
--Detroit Red Wings' Tomas Holmstrom of Sweden celebrates his goal against San Jose Sharks' during the third period of an NHL hockey playoff game on Saturday, May 5, 2007, in Detroit. The Red Wings won 4-1. (AP Photo/Jerry S. Mendoza)--
Friday, May 04, 2007
--Wally Schirra, one of the original Mercury 7 astronauts, died at the age of 84 on Thursday. He is the only astronaut to fly on Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo flights and was the fifth American into space. The rest of the article is here.
--Actor Tom Poston died at the age of 85 on Monday. He is known for playing the 'clueless everyman' on television shows such as 'Newhart' and 'Mork and Mindy.' Poston made his Broadway debut in 1947 and had numerous roles on Broadway, in films, and on television. His more recent movie roles were in 'Christmas With the Kranks,' 'Princess Diaries 2,' and 'Beethoven's 5th.' He was married to Suzanne Pleshette, his third wife. Here is the rest of the article.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Halfway through the third period, I was positive it was all over but the crying. I even told K that I had half a mind to turn the game off and watch something else. Well, would I have been a fool if I would have done that! With 33 seconds left to the game, the Wings were down 2-1. And then Lang got the tying goal. I was totally speechless. And I had to tell K, because HE changed the channel! Amazing! (And 'my boy' got the assist, as he fed the puck to Lang--YIPPEE!!)
On to overtime. It was white-knuckle, nail-biting time through the overtime. At 16:04, with one hell of a wind-up, Mathieu Schneider let loose and scored the winning goal! The Wings won it and will play again on Saturday. With the series tied 2-2 and the Wings having home ice for two of the next three games, there is still the potential for them to win the series. I can only hope and dream.
--Detroit Red Wings left wing Henrik Zetterberg, left, of Sweden, and center Johan Franzen, also of Sweden, congratulate defenseman Mathieu Schneider (23) after he scored the winning goal to defeat the San Jose Sharks 3-2 in overtime during Game 4 of a second-round NHL hockey playoff series in San Jose, Calif., Wednesday, May 2, 2007. The series is tied 2-2. (AP Photo/Paul Sakuma)--
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Well, the reason I am mentioning this is because A said she never 'felt right' about the neighbors from the first time she saw them. (They moved in only a couple of weeks ago.) She said they never did anything that would make her feel this way. And she said she has had these kinds of feelings at other times in her life, too. So, we discussed.
If I meet a person and don't like him/her immediately, I will ALWAYS be proven right at some point in time. I have NEVER disliked a person on first meeting and then had to change my opinion of that person at some later date. A said she is the same way--and she was wondering if it is some kind of 'woman's intuition' or are we just spooky people. Believe me, we are slightly spooky people who come from spooky people. A few stories follow.
When my mother and I were close, I could pretty much read her mind. When I was growing up, we didn't have many department stores in the area where I lived. So, for Christmas, my mother would do a lot of her shopping from catalogs. In the town where we lived, we got our mail delivered to the post office and I would bring it home when I came from school. Of course, whenever a package came at that time of year, I knew it was a Christmas present. One day I brought a package home and badgered her to tell me what was in the box--in a teasing way. She wouldn't tell me--DUH!--and out of my mouth came the words, 'I know what it is! It is one of those stuffed animals with a radio in it!' I don't know how my mother kept her composure, because, as it turned out, I was right! I had NEVER said I wanted one! The only time I may have even seen one was when I looked at the catalog when it first came into our house. My mother had never mentioned one of these to me, ever. How did I know? I haven't a clue. But this is the kind of connection I always had with her.
I am able to recite a conversation--word for word--that has taken place in my mother's kitchen, even if I have not been there when it occurred. Is this because I know the participants so well, or is it because I'm spooky? My daughter's were never able to lie to me, because I always knew the truth. Of course, I couldn't PROVE they were lying, but I found out a couple of times after the fact by doing a little light 'snooping.' There just are some things that I 'know' with no explanation.
I don't know exactly how far back this spookiness goes, but I know my great-grandmother knew things, too. One day, my mother told her of an awful dream she had. In the dream, my mother was painting the walls in her house black. And she said the smell was gaggingly awful. My ggm told her the dream meant my mother was going to experience some kind of tragedy. In less than two weeks, my father was put in the hospital for a year and my mother was left with two kids--ages 4 and under 1--to raise by herself at the age of 22. (My father was diagnosed--incorrectly--with tuberculosis. The standard of treatment at the time was a hospital stay to localize the TB, followed by surgery. He DID have surgery, but it turned out that he had an ulcer on his lung, not TB.)
Another of my ggm's stories: One day she was in her kitchen. Three butterflies flew in and dropped dead in front of her. When she told this to my mother, she said this meant that J was dead. J was fighting in Korea at the time. They found out a few days later that he died in the Battle of Pork Chop Hill.
So, I guess A gets her spookiness legitimately--we have some strange women in my family. And believe me when I tell you, I may be the strangest! :)
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
I can go on and on about the bad officiating--which there was some of--but why. It doesn't change the outcome and doesn't change the fact that they MUST win tomorrow night so that they can have home ice in order to win the series. I just might be watching anything but hockey next week. Pessimism follows me around like a cloud of doom-and-gloom hanging over my head. Just the way I am. :)