Random things

1. I'm a Dallas Stars fan. I'm a fan when they win (woo-hoo!) and I'm also a fan when they lose. There are bloggers and columnists out there who are ready to disband the team, it seems. I love going to the games (so much you wouldn't believe it) and cheering for them. I love the Pantera song they skate out to. I love standing up and applauding when they introduce the service man or woman Brad Richards bought tickets for, and then go on to thank everyone who serves. I love yelling "Stars!" twice during the national anthem. I love the whole experience. This is my team, and I'm going to continue to support them. I'm also going to be happy for each player, and the fact that they get paid (pretty well, too) to play a game. A game. That's right, I said it. It's just a game. Get over it.

2. Richie's here! This is news because he's going to be in S.A. a lot the next few months. It's bringing back bad memories of when we had two houses and commuted back and forth; I don't plan to go back to that life. I can stand it through March, but he's going to have to focus on courting new clients. He may not realize that yet.

3. Tim Sanders is smart. Between the Stars (see #1) and the UT game last night (which, frankly, was okay with me anyway, because I'm originally from Alabama), it was nice to read something about losing well. Or being a good—smart, effective—loser. That's a lesson from which we could all benefit.

4. I love Stitch and Bitch! I mention it because we met last night. Despite the name, it's a group of really nice women who support and encourage each other. Really and truly, they make life better! If I ever think of skipping it Rich insists that I go. He likes what it does for my disposition! You go, you fabulous bunch of women. I'll be right there with you!

5. My office kinda smells like feet. Since there are two litter boxes within ten feet of my desk, this could be considered a step up. (Thank you, I'll be here all week.) Actually, since I keep the litter boxes rather clean (they're close to my desk, after all), they're not really an issue. So the feet thing is distracting. And puzzling. Where the heck could that smell be coming from? I'm a little alarmed that it might be connected somehow to the strawberry banana yogurt I just had. The empty container is sitting on my desk. I don't know if they're related but I keep getting a little whiff of strawberry along with the feet smell. Eeeww.

I'm going to take that yogurt container to the kitchen and rinse it out. Then I'll call my ticket guy and add a few Stars games to our package. (So there, Brandon! Take that, Heika!)

Then it's back to water heaters for me.