2 more wins!
Dare I say, the Stanley Cup could SOOOOO belong to Calgary by Thursday. Maybe around 9 pm.
Of course, they could also tease us and make us wait until Saturday. I'd be choked, though, it being Bizkette's birthday bash and all. However, it's a given that should the victory come along on a Saturday the city will be a lot crazier than it would be if we won on Thursday.
But please win on Thursday. :) I'm not working (woohoo!) and I have nothing else planned except for watching you end this series with a KABOOM!
Soooo yeah...I would say this weekend was absolutely insane. I haven't had that little sleep since I was a college student. Oy vay.
Friday night we actually got to spend time with Civic! I don't think I've seen the guy since my birthday...and haven't heard from him much since then either. I finally emailed him last week 'cuz last Friday we tried calling him and his cell phone sounded like it was out of service. The punk
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It's been craaaaaaazy
One of the best weekends I've ever had in a long time. EVER. And as a result I'm exhausted beyond all hope. So for now I'll just leave you with this picture I took at the Lilac Festival today. If I get back for another post while the events are still fresh/relevant I'll talk about the wonderful weekend that has just past.
I really don't know why I bother
So Weird Kid asks me this morning: "You gonna try to get tickets today?"
And I said "No, I just end up getting disappointed anyway."
But sure enough, like the sucker trooper that I am, I logged onto Ticketmaster a minute before tickets went on sale...and I clicked on game 4 ('cuz I figured game 3 would sell out faster, hello, it's a Saturday) and I asked for "2 please" and it told me to decode this word and so I did.
And then it said "your wait time is less than 1 minute."
"Less than 1 minute."
"2 minutes 50 seconds."
But you know you shouldn't hit "refresh" or "stop" 'cuz you'll "lose your place in line" and you just can't be having that.
"2 minutes 50 seconds."
"Less than 8 minutes."
"7 minutes"
"6 minutes"
"5 minutes"
"Less than 1 minute."
"Less than 1 m
Heartbreaker
I know it wouldn't have been much of a challenge but based on how magical my Flames were on Tuesday a little part of me was totally convinced we would win the Stanley Cup in 4.
But today's game brought about completely reverse results. It's like Calgary and Tampa Bay switched roles, including swapping scores.
Well, maybe not so much the switching roles part. I know it's unsportsmanlike, but I could definitely sympathize with their frustration. And fighting feels so good. Plus, it's sexy to watch. :)
Watching tonight's game hurt a lot, but no worries. We'll get them in Game 3.
And I don't know if all of you have seen these already, I just discovered them via the Flames message board yesterday. If you DID know about these and didn't email me about them then needless to say I'm disappointed. Anyway, if you haven't seen these yet, here's some pictures to make you smile until Saturday.
All of these pictures can be fo
Dirty laundry
I am so seething right now. I need to talk about it.
The Toronto chapter of my family is all f'ed up.
I mean, sure, over here we have had some divorces, a remarriage, a case of infidelity...but somehow it always turns out ok. I attribute the success of the Calgary family circle to our closeness, our sense of family and of love.
But those in the GTA are all messed up. A couple of years ago I found out that I have an uncle (in Quebec, I think) that I will never get to meet. For some reason his parents didn't want to marry and so him and his mom go about their lives with pretty much no associations at all to my family. That made me sad...knowing that there's family out there that I'll never meet.
Then there's the "crazy ex-wife" (though by all legal definitions she's not his ex-wife and yet he's been living common-law with my new aunt for years and years and they have kids of their own now) from whom my weak-willed uncle has b
C.R.E.A.M.
I need to pinch a bit on my lifestyle. Either that or find a sugardaddy pronto. I realized it's been almost a year now since I got laid off at the travel agency and I'm still applying for other jobs at a casual rate like it's not a serious emergency. But it soooo is. A major part of the problem is I believe I'm an emotional shopper the way some people are emotional eaters. I take out some money from my account to get ready for the weekends social activities and get depressed by my balance. So what do I do? I go spend more money that I shouldn't spend just to make myself happy. Let's see, this weekend I bought 2 driver caps from the Gap (but how couldn't I? They looked so cute on me and I had a 5 dollar gift card to use -- when you spend 10 dollars or more.) I was going to just buy one, and at 4.99 on clearance I thought it was a steal. But it rang up as 2.99 which completely threw off my "use the 5 dollar gift card" plan s
G-g-g-gmail!
Yeah, a weak spoof of G-Unit. Whatever.
So, over at the busblog he had posted a link to gmailswap.com . I headed over there out of curiosity, and you wouldn't believe what some people are offering to get their hands on a gmail account of their very own.
Flabbergasted was I.
Someone was giving away a dented 5GB iPod. I would've soooooo taken that! If only I had known about this site sooner!
Someone else was giving away a Canon G3 digital camera. I would've loved that, too! Again, I missed out.
I had no idea people held this stuffs in such high value. Admittedly, gmail had given me 2 invites to hand out to whomever I chose (probably 'cuz I've sincerely been using my gmail account a lot). I gave one to my brother to see if he wanted it, but he hasn't even signed up yet. All my other friends are happy with the email addresses they had, so my last gmail invitation sat there and sat there and I could not find anyone to give it to for the
Oh Captain, my Captain!
Yeeeeeeeah! Western Conference champions! On to the Stanley Cup!
Ok, so I feel a bit ditzy after my response to Ang's comment about the Flames staying at a hotel pretending they're on the road. I plead a temporary blonde moment. You see, I thought everyone was just teasing the team about it. I had heard it from several people but I didn't think they'd actually do the whole "stay in a hotel and bus it to the 'dome" thing. My bad. But it worked, right? It so worked. I love my boys.
Daisy and I intended to catch the game on a big screen with some other fans. Latina and her man were going to come-with but she opted for some family time instead. I can respect that. So yeah, it was Daisy and I. However, as always, time was not on our side. (It's a running joke between the two of us that Daisy is even more Filipina than I am due to her chronic lateness.) She swung by my house at 6:30...game was at 7! We chose to
Sorry I'm so late, I was too busy being single.
A very birthday-filled weekend has just passed.
But on Friday there were no birthday celebrations to attend. However, we did have to prepare for those birthdays. Quick, buy the presents, the cards!
So Mr. Guy called while I was shopping on Friday. As a result he met Daisy. I'm not so sure how I feel about that. I feel like I'm sharing my friends with someone who doesn't deserve my friends as much as I do.
But Daisy assured me it was fine and that she was looking forward to meeting him. And then she almost bailed on me 'cuz she felt uncomfortable being a "third wheel" of sorts for the movie. Breakin' All The Rules, anyone?
I needed noshies, though. So after purchasing our tickets we went out in search of food/mojitos and came across Peru-Girl and her man. They were going to catch the late show of Troy.
Long story short, we tried to get some food at Joey Tomato's, East Side Mario's,
Thank you, Flames!
Tempura shark (is there such a thing?)...battered and fried. Yum yum.
We told Joe to watch us win Game 5. Believe! Believe!
I love you, Iggy, for that effortless-looking first goal. And during a power play for San Jose, to boot! Oh, and congrats on getting picked for Team Canada again. *beams with pride* Regehr, too!
I adore you, Kipper, for that crazy lying-down-on-the-puck-right-in-front-of-the-crease save.
Great hustle, Conroy. You, too, Nieminen.
Ricci's ug-lee. *clap clap clap clap clap*
Fight fight fight!
Ok, so you let two games slide. Good for ticket sales, great for building suspense. But please, finish it off now.
I realize I didn't devote my full attention to you boys today, but I wore my Iggy shirt with pride with two Kipper shirt-wearing girls. We wore our jerseys (those that had them) and if not we wore red. And yet it didn't turn out as we had hoped.
And whoa, switching out Kipper for Turek? I realize he was having a bad day, but that was a shocker.
I know you'll win tomorrow's game, Iggy, 'cuz you guys love shaming the Sharks on their home turf. But if you could also win your home game on Wednesday to end this me and the rest of your fans would be through the roof ecstatic. It's possible, Iggy, and you know it.
To the Stanley Cup!
Happy birthday, Lana!
Happy birthday, SunMoon!
So we tried to catch the musical Rent tonight. Front two rows go on sale for 20 dollars cash at the door 2 hours before the show. We didn't get tickets. Daisy and I will try again tomorrow night...but unfortunately SunMoon won't be able to join us.
I bought the Iginla jersey but felt total buyer's remorse afterwards. I really can't justify spending that money. Thank goodness I can return it. *sigh* But it's alright. We all know I really want a home jersey. An away jersey is just not the same. White is soooooo not flattering.
So what did us girls do since we didn't get to see Rent? Why, we went to Krispy Kreme, of course! Oy vay. I just had some on the weekend, too. In my defense, SunMoon hadn't tried it yet, and since I'm such a Krispy Kreme advocate I felt she really had to try it. Got the default freebie, and bought another one each. They still need to adjust the glaze machine. It'
*screams*
4 to 1, people. Calgary Flames - 4...San Jose Sharks - 1. Western Conference: Calgary Flames - 2...San Jose - ZERO.
You cannot deny it any longer. That is not just sheer luck. That, my friends, is skill. That, my friends, is finesse. That, you wonderful people, is what we call talent.
With a healthy dose of gorgeous hotness on the side.
To the evil Detroit blogger (I forget who you are or even where I found your site) who said MY Iginla was *gasp* ugly I seriously think you have some bitter resentment that you just have to let go. That, or perhaps some Lasik laser eye surgery is in order.
And on another Iggy note: fate is seriously tempting me. I walked into Sport Chek during my break today (why do I tease myself like this?) and they had one...ONE...Iginla jersey in size small. Which is exactly the size I need. Like you could possibly question that this was meant to be! It was the only small jersey they received in their shipment AND it was an Iginla jerse
It's all about the Iggy train
Hm, first time with the new Blogger. I think it's getting much much better. Still no need for me to change over to anything else.
My brother and Ang have both confessed to being bandwagon fans of the Flames. I think it's pretty obvious that I am one of them as well. But I just want it to be known that I'm not so much a Flames fan as I am an Iggy fan.
When it comes to being a Flames fan, I'm a newborn. But I've been loving Mr. Iginla for over 2 years now. Thanks to Weird Kid, I have had my precious Iggy bobblehead smiling on my desk for almost 2 years now and 2 of those McDonalds mini-jerseys that they were selling last(?) year. Only one of them are open, though, 'cuz he swears I should leave the other one in mint condition should it be worth millions someday. In that case he should have given me 3 of them...'cuz now all I have on display is the front of the jersey and the back with his name and number are
Friends forever
I wasn't even going to blog about it...but he posted his take on the whole thing so I felt like telling the other side of the tale.
I'm going to miss Friends. Mind you, it won't be too sad since they (will eventually) have DVD sets of all their seasons. I've already got a bunch of them thanks to my little brother's thoughtfulness several Christmases in a row. Yes, we won't know what happens to the gang in the future, but that's kind of the way it is with some friends anyway. You lose touch.
And to hush all the critics, I know it wasn't as good a show as Seinfeld and several others...but Friends was a show I had connected with ever since the pilot episode. That's something I can't really say about any other sitcoms in my recollection. I tend to jump on the bandwagon later on and then if I'm lucky I'll catch all the earlier episodes on rerun. But I was with Friends from start to finish and I'm proud to admit
Cinco de mayo
I didn't get to join in any cinco de mayo festivities. Le sigh.
Happy birthday to my cousin in T.O.
Lets talk about the "fairer sex" business for a minute 'cuz I just remembered a convo I had with Weird Kid's girlfriend a couple of weeks back.
Have you seen or heard of that new line of maxi pads -- I think it's by Kotex -- that they're claiming is completely silent?
Weird Kid's girl and I watched that commercial and we didn't really see what the big deal is all about. But I suppose there are those who are really bashful about that sort of thing.
I remember in junior high a friend of mine was self-conscious about the noisy rustling made by the maxi wrapper. She only felt comfortable when the ladies' washroom was empty.
Anyway, back to my question: what's so embarassing about it? Everyone in that bathroom can sympathize with your situation at some point or another during the month. Unless, I guess, you are pregnan
There is no doubt that I'm a Canadian.
There were very many Calgarians who were exhausted this morning. Our Flames kept us wide awake on the edge of our seats until about 11:20 last night. And after a game like that it's very difficult to wind down and get to bed. Not only that, but if you live anywhere close to Uptown or around the Saddledome you most likely heard screams and horns honking late into the night till about 1 or 2 in the morning I was told. It doesn't make for the most dream-like state when you have to get up at the ungodly hour of 5 in the morning the next day.
And that's just celebrating making it into Round 3. It's going to be chaotic when we bring the Stanley Cup back to Calgary. (Notice how I said "when" and not "if." Kipper, Iggy, and the rest of the boys won't let us down.)
So here's an 100 percent pure Canadian scene for you: me and two ladies discussing the insanity of last night's game while waiting
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Feel that!
Ohhhh, Iggy Iggy Iggy...
You boys certainly had me worried. Overtime nearly drove me insane. I wore my Iginla shirt all day at work and right up until Gelinas put the Red Wings to rest. Everyone adored my shirt, my love, so I know you and the team must have appreciated it, too. I look damn cute in that shirt.
But we both know I'd look even cuter in your jersey. I promise I'll own one soon.
And now all of us can take a little rest. Onto Round 3, fellas! I love you guys!