Saturday, August 29, 2009
I had a really strange dream last night. I was standing in an apartment hallway with Guy Carbonneau. He puts his arm around me and says "Moey, we've know each other a long time, is there any chance? Any chance of what, I asked." He says "of you know...." (This is a dream remember, we haven't known each other for a long time). I'm taken aback and say "are you kidding me? You haven't taken me out for a proper date yet, you need to pick up the phone and ask me in advance to go out somewhere." (This is really confusing, because why is he standing dressed in a suit and me in a dress if we haven't been out). He says "not even a kiss? Not a chance I say, you only get the cheek." (Face cheek folks; get your minds out of the gutter). So Guy stomps down the hall in a huff.
I woke up and actually started laughing, where the heck did that come from? Then I remembered reading a blog last night, it's called "Psycho Lady Hockey" and Katrina is the author. Here's the link:
It's entertaining and it's everything you ever wanted to know about puck bunnies but were afraid to ask. So I'm blaming this silly dream on Katrina.
As in life, sometimes dreams aren't fair, why wasn't the dream about Sheldon Souray? But then again, I should be thankful, it could have been Don Cherry.
Friday, August 28, 2009
I wonder what genius on the Senators decided to throw our boy Kovy into the middle of an already dysfunctional team? I can see it now; Kovy and Heatley sitting side by side on the bench dabbing their eyes and blowing their noses, misery loves company. Meanwhile, Clouston doesn't have a hair left on his head, he's developed nervous ticks and has an unexplained rash. Murray now has a stammer to go along with his lisp.
I see it playing out like the "Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry. Murray will be offering Bob money to take Kovy back.
Courtesy of Wikipedia:
This story tells of a young boy held for ransom by two money hungry criminals, Bill Driscoll and Sam Howard. The two men are fugitives who have escaped to the Deep South searching for an easy way to get their hands on $2,000 they need in order to launch a land fraud scheme in Illinois. They set their sights on the quiet town of Summit, Alabama because of the philoprogenitiveness — love for one's own children — that they believe is common in rural communities.
Bill and Sam decide they will kidnap the son of an important citizen named Ebenezer Dorset, demand a ransom of $2,000, quickly collect the payoff, and be on their way. However, once they actually kidnap the boy and make their way to a hideout in the nearby hills, their plan quickly begins to unravel. Their young captive, a malevolent, redheaded brat who calls himself Red Chief, actually enjoys his stay with his kidnappers, and thinks he is on a camping trip.
Red Chief proceeds to drive his captors to distraction with pranks and demands that they play wearying games with him, such as pretending to be a scout and using Bill as his horse. Bill and Sam are soon desperate to be rid of the little terror; they lower the price to $1,500 but still receive no answer. They later receive a reply to their ransom letter from Red Chief's father offering to take the boy off their hands for $250, but when the men bring Red Chief to his home, he does not want to leave. He then tries to stay with the two kidnappers but is held back by his father. The two kidnappers run away as quickly as they can.
Speaking of cocktails, it's just about that time, think I'll go pour myself one. Cheers!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Such cute critters, they sometimes stop by and pay us a visit when we're sitting outside at night, walking around the pool then dipping their paws in for a quick wash and a face splash. Last night, about 3:00 A.M. there were some strange animal noises coming out of our backyard. It sounded like an animal was being attacked. Mr. Moey went downstairs to investigate and lo and behold, it was a raccoon pool party! The little bandits were whooping it up like nobody's business and they're becoming bold and territorial; they were skinny dipping and they tossed our resident rubber ducky out on his head. Mr. Moey turned on the lights, opened the back door and told them to keep the noise down or he was calling the cops. They gave him a very indignant look and were on their way, but bless their little raccoon hearts, they were thoughtful enough to leave me a nice assortment of calling cards on the pool stairs.
Grrr....it's stinking hot here today, I have to shock the pool tonight and won't be able to use it until Sunday. How about you, any cute critter stories you'd like to share?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The world's largest swimming pool can be found at a seaside resort in Algarrobo, Chile, 95 km west of Santiago. Acknowledged by the Guinness World Records, the lagoon measures 1013 metres in length, covers an area of eight hectares, contains 250,000 cubic meters of water and is navigable in small boats. - AFP
How cool is this pool? I wonder how many gallons of chlorine it takes to maintain it, not to mention the heating costs!
Finally, summer has arrived in Montreal. It's humid as hell, but so what, I'll take it. Tonights poolside menu; BBQ chicken, corn on the cob and a few cold ones to wash it down. Doesn't get much better than this!
Friday, August 14, 2009
I hate this picture. It's a load of bullcrap. Does this guy think we're that feeble minded that we believe he's suddenly morphed into St. Francis of Assisi? To top it off he's doing volunteer work at the Humane Society. I wouldn't let this guy within a hundred miles of any animal.
Right on Mikey, remember this?
I'm glad he got jail time but I say let the punishment fit the crime; they should have tied him to a post and let some of those dogs have a go at him. An eye for an eye, literally.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Wow! The forecast in Montreal for the next four days is sunny, that's right count 'em folks four whole days of sunshine, no rain and no hail. I hope it holds up, my tan is fading rapidly. I've managed to hang on to it since April (with a little help from my favorite Suntana beds) but it needs some topping up. Bring it on!
A question for you, with the recent shenanigans of a Mr. Patrick Kane of the Chicago Blackhawks, if you were the cabbie and his complaint is legit, what would you do?
A) based on principle go through the legal system
B) take a payout
Personally, I would be all about "show me the money." That would buy a lot of suntanning minutes and probably a pretty decent beach holiday.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Marigot Bay, St. Lucia
How pretty is this? Mr.Moey and I spent a week there a few years back. It was the first time I booked accommodation on the Internet and when we arrived at the hotel I realized I had totally screwed up. The room was shabby and run down. I went to see the hotel manager and while I was walking towards the office I spotted the small condos at the other side of the bay. THAT was where I thought I had booked. I explained this to the manager and he tried his best to rectify things. The condos were booked solid but he managed to get us a nicer room with a mini kitchen and living area. Not the end of the world and the welcome rum cocktail (or two) helped too.
We unpacked our things and headed out to the marina bar for happy hour when it started to rain, not just a sun shower but torrential rain. And it rained for seven days and seven nights. Take it from me; you'd rather be glued to a tree than be stuck with yours truly on a tropical vacation with bad weather. Between the rain and my tears Mr. Moey was ready to throw himself off the nearest cliff. Imagine the mud sliding down the hills every day turning the water a lovely poo brown color. Imagine me in my stiletto heels and $60.00 pedicure up to my knees in mud and it's oozing between my toes. Not pretty at all.
We did meet four girls from Toronto who were taking a break from their husbands and kids, so we all commiserated and drank a lot of rum punch together. Mr. Moey was actually enjoying himself with his new found harem, men are easy to please. After four days of my incessant whining Mr. Moey suggested a shopping day, we checked out the duty free shops in town and Mr. Moey bought me a beautiful gold bracelet, what can I say, desperate times but it did shut me up, probably the best money he ever spent.
This was the worst Caribbean vacation we ever had and I really can't rate the beaches in St. Lucia and because of the trauma I never want to return, I'm starting to twitch just thinking about it.
Now for a wee bit of hockey, I was quite pleased that Jacques Martin went to Calgary to spend some time getting to know Carey Price and I liked what he said about being a father figure to some of the younger guys. Carey Price is a very talented goaltender and I don't want to see him run out of town because of some nutcase fickle Habs fans. Bob Gainey alluded to that when he did his post season press interview. Bob has set the stage for Price. He has a better defense in front of him, a new goal tending coach and a new head coach who is known for his success in developing and mentoring young players. I think we'll see a more mature and consistent Price this year and hopefully some Habs fans will follow suit.
I plucked this comment off of a Pens blog dated in 2007:
To compound matters, Marc-Andre Fleury has been a disappointment in goal, playing like a junior star who is unable to make the transition to the NHL.
Does that sound familiar?
I vaguely recall a certain Marc-Andre Fleury skating around a rink in Detroit holding something shiny. Do you think it's the same guy?
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Let's see, I haven't posted in a week, so here's a recap.
Alex Kovalev has been invited to the Russian Olympic team tryouts. That's nice.
The Patrick Marleau - San Jose trade rumors to Montreal refuse to die. Whatever.
I was in Saint Sauveur on the weekend and we had two nice days in a row! Now that's news worth reporting.
Here's a YouTube video on Hitler finding out that Kovalev has signed with Ottawa. Check it out if you haven't already. Funny stuff.
So.....what about you, any holiday plans or juicy hockey rumors to tide us over until October?