Goon

Interference. #18 Green.

That's me! A penalty in my first game of the season. I have only gotten one other penalty in my whole hockey career. (Shush out there! Three years does make a career.) That penalty wasn't even me. I didn't do it, officer, wasn't me :)

This one was most certainly was though. And I didn't really even feel that bad.

For the first game of the season, I felt really good. I won a good majority of my face-offs, I had numerous shots on goal, my legs felt good. No goals, no points, but the potential might be there....

(Gets up in the face of anonymous internet reader)... What? You don't think so? Wanna make something of it? Huh? Huh? Come on... (Throws stick and gloves on the ice) Let's go....

(Whistle blows) Roughing. #18 Green.

That's me. Goon.

Catching my breath

It was all I could do this morning to drag my sorry butt out of bed. While I stood in the shower, I thought "whew, last day this week - tomorrow I can sleep in". I drank an extra cup of coffee to get me going.

I'm out of energy. Usually Fall is the time of year where I recharge and relax. This year, it doesn't seem to be that way. The combination of W.'s operation and subsequent recovery, the new house and all the stress that comes with that, and pure freaking insanity at work, the recharge hasn't come yet. I think in part it's that I didn't get the usual breaks over the summer.

Only one horse show, no vacations. It makes it really hard. The only time I took off work, was spent in the hospital with W. I'm so glad I could be there with him, but relaxing and rejuvenating, it wasn't. I haven't been to the gym in a month. I've been riding 4 times in that month. Thank god hockey has started and I'll get in some scheduled exercise.

It doesn't look like that rest is coming for a while yet. We (and here I mean, I) are in the throes of getting this house business all together. It's calling lawyers, real estate agents, insurance companies, mortgage brokers. It's shopping for furniture (fun right? ha!) which is stress in itself. Green or Brown? Matching set, or different patterns? Bedroom set, or just bed and night tables. It's just keeping our apartment tidy and the dishes done. I'm doing this all on top of trying to keep it together in a really stressful and busy time of year at work.

Rainy Days

It's raining today. It's one of those grey, bleary, cool, windy days that makes me feel like curling up inside with a book and a fleecy blanket in a chair by the window. I like to watch the rain. I like the smell and I like the gloomyness. Sometimes, when it's sunny here for weeks or months on end, I wish that it would cloud over and rain. And when it finally does, I'm so disappointed when it ends. I find myself hoping that it goes on and on. There's something about rain that makes me feel happy.

Now I'm not saying that I don't enjoy a good blue sky, sunny, warm day as much as anyone else. It's just that once in a while, a good rain is what we all need.

One tired pony

I almost called in tired today. I had so intended to go to bed at a decent time last night, but as usual, it was after 11:30 pm when I finally climbed into bed, and after midnight when I finally put my book down. The rest of the night went a little something like this:

12:31 am - I'm cold. Pull the blankets up a little more

1:36 am - Still cold, still awake. Glare at W and the cat who are both sound asleep

2:15 am - Status check - Awake. Look at the clock and groan. Only 4 more hours until the alarm goes off. At least it's still dark out.

3:09 am - The cat is playing in the bathroom.

3:59 am - Stuff my head under the pillow and swear not to look at the clock anymore.

4:16 am - Oops. Looked at it again

4:20 am - And again.

4:32 am - For goodness sakes! Stop looking at the clock!!

5:something am - ZZZzzzzzz... Finally!

5:55 am - W gets up for medicine. GRRRRRRRR. Think about smothering someone with my pillow. Consider self as good option. Might get some sleep that way.

6:35 am - Dammit - there's the alarm. Hit snooze. Fall asleep immedidately.

6:44 am - What's that! Oh, alarm again. Snooze. Back to sleep.

6:53 am - Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Trying to get some sleep here.

7:02 am - Hey alarm clock? Trying to get some sleep here. Stop waking me up.

7:11 am - PANIC!!!!! Supposed to be at work in 20 minutes!!!!!

Hello Coffee... you are my new bestest friend.

Charmed... not so much

I can't wrap my mind around things, focus, concentrate. I'm feeling scattered. I need a vacation. A week on a sunny beach. A week with blue sky and bluer water and something cold and slushy in hand.

Ahhh, just the thought makes my shoulders relax and my mind clear, just a little, for just a moment. But it's there.

The fun is not for us this year. The world is swirling with all the trips and shows and excitement, and we can't be part of any of it. We've had our share in the past but it just feels like we're due. Can't it just be our turn again?

Where did all that luck go... I could use some about now.