This is it!

It's a real comfort that Brenden Morrow is on Team Canada for the Olympic Men's Hockey gold medal game. He's one of the four Stars players who went to the Olympics, and the only one still playing (though Jere Lehtinen helped Finland win a bronze medal). (And we'll just breeze past that stinko semi-final game against the USA.) Hockey is so huge in Canada (and I'm a big hockey fan), so I can understand them really, really, REALLY wanting Team Canada to win.

But, of course, because I'm American, I want the USA to win.

So I'm okay with either team winning. After all, the other team wins an Olympic silver medal!!

Either way, it should be a great game!

Added after the game

It was great, and I was actually a little happy that Canada won (national pastime and all that) until 1) they showed how very, very upset Ryan Miller (USA goalie) was. (Honey, you played great, and you should be proud! I'm guessing he and the rest of the team will be, after a little time passes.) And 2) the TV cameras couldn't get enough of Sidney Crosby's face. That must have been for the Canadians and the Pittsburgh fans, but I got good and tired of watching him just chatting with his teammates. We could have been looking around the arena, seeing what was going on, watching them prepare for the medal ceremony, but no! We had to watch Sidney. And watch. And watch. And watch. Did the TV producers think he was going to do something?

But anyway....Congratulations, Team Canada! And good on ya', Miller and the rest of the USA team! We, your fans, thought you were great!

Tonight

The Southlake Chamber of Commerce Annual Awards Banquet [yawn] is tonight. I tried to simply avoid the subject and not respond to the stream of email reminders, but they called me to ask if I were coming. [sigh] So I am.

It's "semi-formal." I've asked women all over the Chamber what they're wearing, and it's apparently going to be regular suit-type things plus some jewelry. Huzzah. Rich is in San Antonio, so I'm dateless. (Where's that guy from my dream the other night, huh?) Otherwise, there would be copious amounts of alcohol involved.

I guess the alcohol will be on hold until I'm back home, snuggling on the couch with J and Rocky (see earlier post).

And while I've got you, here's a photo from last weekend's Winter Birthday Bash. That's good friend Pat on the right, sister Linda in the middle, and nephew Michael on the left (Rich is in the background). I believe we had urged Michael to get in closer for the photo and he opted for leaning over the bar (and squishing his gizzard) instead of getting up and walking around to the other side. What, you know, ever.

This photo also illustrates the fact that my iPhone is fine for taking quick shots of interesting things I pass, but I should really take a camera, too, with me to parties and things.

San Antonio & weird dream over the weekend

I'm finally back, mentally, from San Antonio, where I visited this weekend. I stayed through Monday morning to talk to a client, and I'm about four days behind because of it. (The math doesn't really work out on that, but there you go.)

While I was there I had a very strange dream. I was on a date, and not with my husband. Mystery man (I don't know who he was) and I went to a restaurant for dinner and ran into his family (parents, brothers, sisters — not wife and kids). The restaurant was sort of Middle Eastern, but in an Ali Baba kind of way, and had dozens of rooms and nooks and passages. Date and I left his family to go into another room for dessert. Then he stepped away and I realized I didn't know where he was. I waited for a while, his father came by and we talked for a bit. I waited some more, and then I woke up. After I woke, it occurred to me that my date may have ditched me.

I'm pretty sure this means something significant psychologically, but I don't think I want to know what it is. (And if I dream about mystery date again, I'm sure he'll have a perfectly logical explanation.) (And, yes, I know that's significant, too!)

Not much to say

Well, actually, plenty to say but not much time. Here, look at these.

I squish you.



You squish me.


It all works out somehow.

(That's J, the dog, and Rocky, the feline love of my life [but don't tell Izzy and Biddy], in my lap. Where they spend most evenings, if I'll let them.) (Life is good.)