Monday, December 27, 2010

And now for something completely different.......

Our Christmas plans took a different path this year.  Mr. Moey has been battling  a cold for the past week, so we didn't think it would be a good idea to risk having his 91 year old mother over.  We decided to switch our traditional turkey with all the trimmings for our New Year's fare and do the turkey thing next weekend with his mum.   However I've had a dry, hacking cough since last Thursday and the full force of the flu decided to strike on Christmas day.  By early evening I'd  mustered up just enough energy to open a tin of soup pour moi and put a frozen lasagna in the microwave for Mr. Moey.  Good times indeed!  First time ever that I haven't had turkey on Christmas day, with the exception of one year that we celebrated Christmas at the Bitter End Yacht Club in the British Virgin Islands.  The sun and sailing more than made up for the lack of a turkey dinner. 

Bitter End Yacht Club Clubhouse Steak and Seafood Grille

We did manage to salvage a little bit of the Christmas spirit (for the furkid's sake) by opening our gifts and watching a couple of Christmas movies.



Look what Santa brought!

Clicquot's look of disgust, the toys aren't edible......

Good things do come in Ogilvy boxes!

After a long day of eating, playing & sleeping, a serious cat nap was in order.......

Friday, December 24, 2010

Habby Holidays.....

From our  house to yours.



Cats like Christmas too!


Waiting for Santa

Friday, December 17, 2010

Broadcasting at it's finest........

Ron MacLean, Mike Milbury, P.J. Stock
I'm really doing  the poor monkeys a disservice.  I have no doubts they would be far more intelligent and entertaining than the three stooges that were on HNIC last night providing their "insight" on the Habs and Bruins game.  It was nothing short of shameful.  How I long for the days of Danny Gallivan and Dick Irvin. *sigh*

Monday, December 13, 2010

This and that.........

Excuse me a moment *brushes off cobwebs* there, that's much better.  I haven't been here in a while, a little housekeeping was in order.

First things first, when the cat's away.......


This is what Moey eats for dinner
Thankfully Mr. Moey is back in town tomorrow night to rescue me from such poor eating habits. *sigh* 

I listen to the Mitch Melnick show every afternoon on the Team 990, last week on Pierre McGuire's segment the subject of Alex Kovalev came up.  Pierre was suggesting that in light of Andre Markov's injury, the Habs have extra cash available to add a couple of players to the roster.  McGuire thinks Kovy would be a good fit in Montreal because, in Pierre's words, "his heart just isn't in Ottawa."  That comment didn't sit well with me, all I could think about was how Koivu left Montreal with a heavy heart and he's playing his heart out in Anaheim for a lot less money.  I sent in an email comparing the two of them, making the point that Kovy's "heart" was where the money was.

Mitch read my email on the radio and then had this to say.  "Make no mistake, after all he'd been through Saku Koivu wanted out of Montreal and decided not to sign a new contract."  He got as far away as he could and says it's the best thing he's ever done."

I was gutted.   Did this mean that I had to dab my red tinged eyes, blow my nose for one last time and put away the Kleenex box for good?  Never.  Even if it's true (it probably is) I'll still mourn the loss of Koivu for all eternity.  Which isn't difficult watching the eight million dollar imposter floating around the ice wearing number eleven.  He knows who he is.



Clicquot's best imitation of the Habs against the Leafs Saturday night, the cheeky Lynx.
I was so bored watching the Habs play the Leafs on Saturday that I thought I would try and amuse myself on Twitter.  It turns out (to no surprise) that Leaf fans are so dopey you can't even have a decent fight discussion with them.

Me on Twitter : Boy, Leafs are 0-3 when it comes to D men,  What kind of lame scouting staff do they have?

Leaf fan : You can't say Phaneuf is bad, I mean you just can't.  He's good, okay?

Me : Phaneuf isn't fit to shine Markov's skates, far less anything else.

Leaf fan :  Well of course he can't shine Markov's skates, Markov isn't even in Canada, he's getting his knee fixed.

Oy vay.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Saturday recap - Leafs, Habs and Mr. Moey's birthday.......

It was so windy and cold yesterday, I nipped out to get a few groceries and then spent the afternoon as a couch potato.  (One of my favorite winter pastimes).  I decided to choose something from my Habs memorable games DVD set.  To date, I've only watched the comeback against the Rangers.  I picked the Heritage classic in 2003, I've never seen it and I thought it would put me in the mood for the upcoming Flames/Habs outdoor match in February.  Some of the commentary from the game sounded awfully familiar, "Habs are in 28th place in the league on the PP, their centers are too small, they have trouble scoring five on five."   Souray was back in the lineup after having major wrist surgery, I guess he still hadn't perfected his laser from the point.  It was nice to see a young and healthy Markov.  On the Markov front, the Canadiens have not made an official announcement yet on his injury status.  I know RDS and Tony Marinaro report he's gone for the season, but I'll wait until I hear it from the horse's mouth.  Maybe it's not as bad as people are making out. *fingers crossed*

It was also Mr. Moey's birthday,  I had my birthday dinner at the Ritz in Grand Cayman, Mr. Moey got pizza and the Leafs.  I think that sounds like a fair trade, no?  In all seriousness, I'll be taking him to his favorite restaurant sometime in the next month or so. We've been going here for years and it's always good.  I highly recommend it.

http://www.restaurantlegourmand.ca/index.php


I ordered the pizza for 8:00 PM, Mr. Moey lit the fire and we opened a bottle of Liberty School Syrah.
The Habs paid a nice tribute to Pat Burns at the beginning and a shout out to the crowd who managed to maintain a moment of silence, it was an impressive show of respect. Beating the Leafs on a Saturday night always feels satisfying, shutting them out was even better.  Carey Price is off the charts good.

Although Mr. Moey's birthday was kind of low key, he did get a present from the furkids.  (I've ordered something for him online and it hasn't arrived yet).

I had bought myself a pair of crocs at the dollar store in the summer, our backyard was in shambles and they were the perfect shoe for wearing in muck and rocks.  You just hose them down at the end of the day.  Mr. Moey thought they were a good idea, but thought they were just for women.  My pair are a bright fuchsia.  Don't be silly I told him, if they're good enough for this guy, they're good enough for you.



The hard part was finding them, not every store stocks them.  Of course, these aren't from the dollar store, they're the real deal.

Mr. Moey's manly crocks

The furkids have a sense of humor, check out the card they gave him, sadly there were four of them when they bought it.   R.I.P Tara.

A laid back but enjoyable birthday for Mr. Moey, capped by shutting out the Leafs on home ice.  Now I'm nervously eagerly looking forward to tomorrow night's sequel Rocky Flyers II.

Friday, November 19, 2010

You can't win 'em all..........

Unfortunately.  But the boys can redeem themselves, and I'm not talking about beating the Leafs this Saturday night.  The Leaf's are just nuisance value, there is no true rivalry there in a hockey sense, it's more of a Montreal rocks Toronto sucks as a city kind of thing.  Once in a while you have to show the Leaf fans some mercy and toss the poor deluded souls a bone.   While they scurry like roaches to plan the parade, we'll be busy getting ready to beat teams that actually matter, like Philadelphia on Monday night. I've given it a lot of thought and I'm leaning heavily towards this game plan for the filthy Flyers.


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Carey Price is......


the Mikhail Baryshnikov of hockey.


I've always been in love with the ballet.  To have seen Mikhail in his prime would have been a dream come true, but watching Carey Price in nets is becoming a close second.

Monday, November 15, 2010

R.I.P Tara July 1994 - Nov.14, 2010

Rainbow Bridge

Yesterday was a sad afternoon at chez Moey's, we had to put one of our cats to sleep.  She was originally my mum's cat but when my mum moved to a senior's home in 2007, Tara came to live with us.  At first she was a very shy and introverted kitty but when she started living with my other two terrors she came into her own.  She became very sociable and outgoing, and she loved people food.  Mr. Moey usually eats around 8:00 PM and Tara always made sure she was sitting right at his feet to wait for some goodies.  Pork and fish were her favorites and she never met a piece of bacon she didn't like.


Sleep well, sweetie.  You were such a good girl and we will miss you.  You can now keep mum company again, sitting in your favorite spot on her lap.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Hurricanes rain on our parade.......



Talk about putting a damper on things, Mr. Moey and I were having a nice evening by the fire nibbling on some fresh seafood.  We were drinking a bottle of Mumm Napa sparkling wine, crisp and dry it was the perfect pairing.  Another reason to love California (and there are numerous).


So it was all good, the Habs were giving the Canes a good and proper beating, the cats were beating up each other.  The furkids always get chippy during hockey games, maybe it's because there's a lot of noise in the background and they feel left out.  They love being the center of attention.

I nipped into the kitchen to get dessert, when I hear Mr. Moey yell, "Markov's hurt!"  I came running into the family room just in time to see him lying on the ice wincing in pain.  I felt like I had just been kicked in the stomach.  Talk about sucking all the air out of your gut.  I hope it's nothing serious, the Habs can get by without him, but he just makes the team that much better.  I'm starting to wonder if there is some kind of statute of limitation on happiness if you're a Habs fan.  It's either that, or we should have stuck to our Saturday night ritual and ordered pizza.  *sigh*

Saturday, November 6, 2010

In defense of Jacques Martin........


Do I like him?  I have no feelings one way or the other, the only thing that matters to me is that he wins games. But I would like to take a look at the most common complaints from fans and break them down.

He can't coach. His coaching record says otherwise and that's a tangible. Sixteen years in the NHL as a head coach, a lifetime record of 556-439-119 works out to an average of .550 hockey.  Nominated three times for the Jack Adams award, winning it in 1999.  The biggest criticism is he never brought a team to a Stanley Cup.  There are so many factors and mitigating circumstances in winning a cup I wouldn't hold that against him.  A lot of good coaches have never won a cup, it doesn't mean they can't coach.  Case in point, Lindy Ruff.

When the team has a one goal lead he instructs them to sit on it and focus on defense.  Really?  Okay, so I have to believe that he goes into the dressing room between periods and says " Listen up boys, we have the lead, I don't want to see any more scoring, it's all about defense, defense, defense. If anyone scores a goal the team bag-skates tomorrow."  Nonsense.   I've listened to a few ex NHL'ers who say that it's human nature to sit on a lead, in other words, the players themselves tend to lapse into a protective mode. 

He ruins young players and doesn't give them a chance.  He does seem to lack patience with rookie mistakes, but then again, he's been running a hockey summer school for the past 20 years, one has to believe that he's been watching and working with young players long enough to know what attributes and characteristics will translate into successful NHL players.  Case in point, Benoit Pouliot. Benny has a rep of being a bit of a head case.  So far his line mates Gionta and Gomez have not been producing so of course the blame naturally falls on Benny.  Martin has made a point of defending him to the media, inferring that the blame might be better directed toward his line mates. I watched very closely last night against the Sabres, Scott Gomez allegedly got a spanking from the coach yesterday morning and still only has eyes for Gionta. Obviously Gomez isn't into threesomes. Martin saw it, most of us didn't.  Benny seems happier in his new relationship with Halpern and Darche. Coach Martin 1, fans 0.

He's dull and boring.  I like that, he's calm and I think he keeps the team grounded.  Very Bob Gaineyesque.  The thought of having a coach like John Tortorella makes me shudder. His hissy fits behind the bench and with the media are embarrassing.   Martin gets it, it's not about him and he wasn't hired to entertain the media. He quietly goes about his business and his business is to win hockey games.

Speaking of Bob Gainey, he had to have known in early spring of 2009 that he was planning on gutting the team.  Gainey realized when Carbo couldn't right the ship of a team that had finished first in the Eastern Conference and were in danger of missing the playoffs, he simply didn't have the experience to take on a brand new roster in the fall.  I have to believe that was the main reason for Carbo's demise. Maybe Guy and I could meet for coffee one of these days and I'll explain that to  him, since he's still seems to be in the dark.

Jacques Martin took on a brand new team, he had to find chemistry, juggle lines and deal with injuries to top players all season long.  He still managed to squeak them into the playoffs and out coached Bruce Boudreau and Dan  Bylsma in the process.  The Flyers however are a different kettle of fish, we can hardly pin the blame on Martin.  If he doesn't have the proper tools he can't get the job done.

I think the team is in good, more than capable coaching hands.  The team's success or failure this year ultimately rests on the shoulders of  Pierre Gauthier.  He needs to address two major issues, the power play and getting more punch into the top six.  Fans love to point fingers and lay blame, which is fine and is their right as the money paying public.  I have no problem with that, as long as it's pointed in the right direction.

Monday, November 1, 2010

This is getting to be a tad annoying......


Last summer this guy decides to visit my place of work in Dorval, and where am I? Driving to Mirabel on an imaginary emergency.


Last week Vinnie frickin' Barbarino decides to visit my place of work and where was I?  On vacation of course.

A big shout out to my buddy and co-worker who snapped the pics for me.  He rocks.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Prime cuts and sunsets.......

was the name of the restaurant in the Ritz Carlton where we decided to have my birthday dinner.  Mostly for reasons of convenience, it's right next door to us.

I subscribe to Conde Nast Traveler magazine and I had packed my most recent copy. The November issue has a feature on "Best in the World" hotels, islands, resorts and cruises.  Much to my surprise the Ritz Carlton Grand Cayman was chosen by Nast readers as the number one resort in the Caribbean.  It's a bit of a head scratcher for me, I've stayed on properties in my beach travels that surpassed this particular Ritz by a country mile.  To be fair, I wasn't a guest, we were merely there to have a meal, but from what I saw I have to disagree. 



View of the Ritz from the beach

The pool
 
Prime cuts and sunsets restaurant


Yellow fin tuna tartare
Pan seared scallops
Surf and turf with lobster mashed potatos
A very nice Beaune to compliment the meal
A special birthday creme brulee


Beach view  from the restaurant
The food was very good but pricey,  the service was impeccable.  They will also arrange a private cabana for two directly on the sand at an additional cost of $285.00 caymanian dollars.  (Add another 20 percent to the Canadian dollar). 

The resort sells residences, starting at one million  for a one bedroom up to forty-four million for a 20,000 square foot penthouse.  To be honest, even if I had that kind of coin, there are other properties on the island that I would prefer. 

Still, not a bad way to spend a birthday.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Just another day in paradise......

Not a good day for shopping, evil cruise ships lurk in the distance.

The weather was a little dicey this morning, but Mr. Sun knew better than to incur the wrath of Moey, and Mr. Moey thanks him too from the bottom of his heart.

Watched the highlights of the Habs/islanders game this morning on the NHL network, they're out of sight but not out of mind.  Keep up the good work boys! 

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

On location......Grand Cayman

A well deserved vacation for Mr. M, who valiantly fought the battle of our backyard during spring and summer after a foundation problem was repaired last November.  Our back and front yard consisted of large mounds of earth, the grass was gone, the cement patio around our pool was broken up.  We took that opportunity to replace all of the pool plumbing.  What a mess. Weekend in and weekend out, night after night he was out there and sometimes in temperatures upwards of 40 degrees Celsius.  I did my small part by keeping the troops fed and watered.  A major job but the worst is behind us now.  The front lawn was replaced and a new rock garden built in early October.  The infamous big deck will wait until spring.

We arrived on Grand Cayman Sunday afternoon, the humidity hit us like a brick.  It's been beautiful so far, very humid but we're in an oceanfront villa so there's a little bit of a breeze.  The only downside to the Cayman Islands is everything with the exception of restaurants is closed on Sunday. It's a good idea to bring a couple of bottles of wine and a small container of milk for coffee the next morning in a carry on bag.

I had one of  my tastiest meals in Grand Cayman on Sunday evening.  A little restaurant right across the street called "The Sunrise Grill", it's part of the Sunshine Suites hotel complex. Jamaican pulled beef tacos with sautéed onions and mushrooms, fresh tomato, cabbage and cilantro.  Absolutely delicious, complimented by a frosty Margarita and a large glass of Wolf Blass Shiraz.

This is our third trip and our best accommodation so far.  We're nestled between the Ritz Carlton and the Westin, so we're enjoying the best stretch of seven mile beach.  We opted not to rent a car this time, grocery and liquor stores (the important stuff) are within two blocks.  We're planning to rent a car just for the day to explore the northern part of the island, Rum Point and  Kaibo Kai. 

I managed to watch some of the Habs/Coyotes game last night on Coyote TV live internet streaming.  Not bad at all, we're tied for first in the East.  A pretty impressive start considering we're still missing our most valuable player.  And to coin a phrase from Mike Boone at HIO. the 'Yotes are hardly the "little sisters of the poor."  They racked up 100 points last season, much like our Habs they're speedy and opportunistic, a worthy opponent.

More updates from Grand Cayman as the week progresses, I am sitting typing this overlooking the gorgeous Caribbean sea watching the sun come up sipping on a hot cup of tea. There's not a cloud in the sky, looks like another fine day at the beach.




Taken live on seven mile beach this morning on my new IPhone 4.  This phone rocks!!!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Hockey night in Beaconsfield.......

Scotch anyone?
We have officially declared  Saturday nights hockey night in Beaconsfield. We had our launch party last night and invited some friends over.  There was a lot of pizza consumed with plenty of red wine and Scotch to wash it down.  I didn't catch much of the game, but the important thing is we won.  I've PVR'ed it and plan on watching it this afternoon.  I'm very optimistic about this year's team and I can't wait for the return of Andre Markov.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Three games into the season......



and these are the things that are irritating me, in no particular order.

PK Subban - you're not Bobby Orr, yet.  Take Price's advice - chill.

Guy Boucher - can we wait until the season's over before anointing him as the second coming of Scotty Bowman.

Sidney Crosby - there was nothing "strange" about beating your team in Game 7 in the playoffs.  It wasn't an episode of the Twilight Zone where the Leafs are 3-0 to start the season.  I think you might be suffering from a case of Guy ( I still don't know why I got fired) Carbonitis.  It's really simple Sid, you sucked, your D sucked and so did your goalie.  End of.

Tony Marinaro - Word on the street is TMZ is looking for reporters.  Do us all a favor and go for it. Please.

Mike Cammalleri - You're my new favorite Hab, please stop the buffoonery or we could drift apart.

The Anaheim Ducks - the Leafs are looking better than you are, sort yourselves out

Idiotic Quebec drivers - enough said.

The lint that sticks to Mr. Moey's black wool socks.

Bring on the Sabres.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Season opener....Habs vs Leafs


Ummm...can Price borrow Halak's stop sign?  I'm not blaming the loss on him, but the softies are proving costly.  We need that point now so the boys aren't chasing it in April to grab the last playoff spot.  My nerves can't handle that three years in a row. The  Leafs really only have one true goal scorer, what's gonna happen on Saturday night in Pittsburgh with some real firepower?  It's always the same scenario, one gets by Price while he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.  Enough already.  *slaps him on the head*

I was disappointed that Komisarek didn't do anything dumb, but come to think of it he didn't do anything at all.  I see him ending up the same way as Souray one of these days, being the oldest and tallest kid in the class after failing a couple of grades.

Unless Pouliot picks it up about ten notches, I think his days in Montreal are numbered.  For the love of God, please get Gomez a decent winger.  His puck moving ability is an exercise in futility, it's frustrating to watch, imagine how he must feel.

The Leafs didn't look all that bad (damn) but the next match up will be more telling when we (hopefully) ice a full roster. 

The best part about the game?  No injuries to any of our key players.  Bring on the Pens and welcome back Cammy, you were missed last night.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Captain G!


Godspeed Gio and good luck with some members of the French media, you'll need it.

Scott Neidermayer's retirement has left the Anaheim Ducks rudderless, but I can't think of a better guy to fill his skates and steer the ship.

http://www.ocregister.com/articles/koivu-267483-year-team.html

Friday, September 24, 2010

Mea culpa.........



I'll be the first to admit I was overreacting to Price's performance against the Senators on Wednesday night.  Certainly not in the same way as some of the Bell Center "fans" who were booing and mocking Price every time he made an easy save, but for very different reasons.  Deep down I was praying he'd have a shutout and when he let in the first softy I felt that the life had been sucked out of me.

I'm fully aware that these preseason games are meaningless but I'm also very concerned about Price's future with the club.  Bob Gainey said it best last year when he spoke about a young goaltender that had been booed out of LA by impatient fans and ended up having a nice career with the Dallas Stars.  "Be careful who you boo out of town", Bob warned, "you just might end up playing against them one day".

Price's situation also reminded me of an interview between Oprah Winfrey and the poet Maya Angelou that took place a few years ago:


Oprah: Earlier you were telling me that your life is defined by principles. And one principle you have taught me is that we can't allow ourselves to be "pecked to death by ducks."

Maya: That's true. Some people don't have the nerve to just reach up and grab your throat, so they just take....

 
Oprah: Little pieces of you—with their rude comments.


The ducks (vultures) are circling up high in the Bell Center rafters, waiting for a chance to swoop down at  the first sign of weakness.  The situation could quickly become untenable, Hal Gill remarked that it's not just frustrating for Price, but it's affecting the whole team.

I agree (gulp) with Pierre McGuire, management has to take a stand and speak out on behalf of their young tender before Price comes to the conclusion that if you can't beat 'em join 'em.  In Anaheim.

Friday, September 17, 2010

And that's the kind of summer it's been.........

Moey nursing her sore head

With hockey season right around the corner, I thought I would take this opportunity to give an update of how I spent my summer.  Back in May I mentioned how Mr. Moey wanted a bigger deck. That was all well and good but it took him three months to decide what kind of deck he wanted.  (And they talk about women).  He was driving moi and our friend handy Andy (who will be building it) to distraction and on more than a few occasions, drink.  We were slowly losing the will to live. We had managed to agree on a multi level deck but Mr. Moey was having serious issues about how many sets of stairs he wanted.  At one stage I had visions of this floating through my  head.



Finally, Mr. Moey had an "aha" moment when Andy suggested that we lower the deck's overall height with an extra step down from the back door.  That and the fact that Andy and I were both holding razor blades seemed to do the trick.  Andy muttered to me, "one small step for Mr. Moey, one giant step for the deck."

So now we had a plan, the next the step was figuring out the quantity and location of the posts.  Another stumbling block, Mr. Moey didn't agree with Andy's calculations, he wasn't sure if the posts would be deep enough.  I really don't blame him for second guessing Andy, who builds aircraft in his spare time, where thousands of lives hang in the balance every day.  *rolls eyes*  I sweetly suggested that I give one of my buddies in stress engineering a call to get a seal of approval.  I think in the end my comment about the Sistine Chapel being painted quicker ultimately put things into perspective for him.


A deck is born.......


There have been various other projects in the works at chez Moey's, including the construction of a new cabana.  Handy Andy has already completed the frame, made up of two by fours and measuring 12 feet in length.  One afternoon I arrived home from work and one of the frames was still outside on the driveway.  There was overnight rain in the forecast but the structure was too heavy for Andy to move into the garage by himself.   He was already late for a friend's dinner party so he suggested that when Mr. Moey got home to give him a call  and he would nip over to help him move it.  Of course, men being men Mr. Moey decided to try and move it himself.  The thing was so damn awkward and heavy I was worried about MM getting hurt so I stuck around to help in any way I could.  Together we pushed the thing into the the middle of the garage and then Mr. Moey had the bright idea of hooking it to the garage door runners so it wouldn't fall over while he cleared some space for it against the wall.  (They don't pay him the big bucks for nothing).  He asked me to open the garage door on the other side.  Easy peasy, it's an automatic opener so I flipped the switch and started walking back to help him.  The hook holding the frame dislodged from the runner and the twelve feet of two by fours hit me square on the forehead.  Now this thing must weigh about a gazillion pounds, or so it felt to me anyway.  I was in shock and so was Mr. Moey.  He yells "are you okay?"  I was rubbing my head, where I felt a definite dent and said I think so, but what are you doing at the prom?  I started to shake from top to bottom and went inside to inspect the damage.  Mr. Moey came running in after me, insisting that I go to the hospital.  I was hesitant at first, until he remarked about Liam Neeson's wife.  Well that cheered me up considerably.  Based on that tragic accident, Mr. Moey's logic dictated that although he had hit his head at various times in his life, girl's heads might be different.  (You got that right honey, girls actually HAVE a brain that can swell). 

So off the the hospital we went, where there was a ten hour wait period in emergency. The nurse asked me if I had blacked out, vomited or had a headache, I told her I had felt like that when I woke up this morning, before I was hit. (Note to self, too much Grand Marnier is eerily similar to a concussion).  Since I wasn't showing any signs of a serious head injury, I went home and put an icepack on the egg that was starting to grow out of my forehead.  But in the end, as one of my co-workers so kindly pointed out, the important thing was Mr. Moey didn't get hurt moving that &%* frame.

There you have it, the highlights, or should I say lowlights of my summer. 

But there is some good news, the Hab kittens, namely Josh and Cammy were adopted together by a couple in Pointe Claire.  Josh made a full recovery, but not without leaving a string of vet bills behind him.  If you have a few spare dollars, please click on the Cause4Paws link on the right of my blog to help them out.  Josh  thanks you and so do I.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Introducing.....the "mewest" Hab fan

Sabrina

I'm not quite sure if she is a Hab fan, she slept her way through the Habs/Pens playoff game six last night on the NHL network.  I want to get her acclimatized to my yelling and screeching before hockey season begins.

She's a two year old seal point Siamese that came to me through a rescue group called "Cause 4 Paws."  It all started when I placed an ad on Craig's list last February, I was giving away a sofa and love seat and the lady who ended up taking the furniture runs a cat rescue.  I already have three fur kids and believe me, I wasn't looking for a fourth.  I do however have a weakness for Siamese, they're a wonderful breed and they get deeply attached to their humans. 


On Friday I met with the cat lady to finalize Sabrina's adoption when I mentioned that my favorite Siamese is the blue point.  You gotta love this, she says "well then you'll just  have to adopt Josh Gorges."  Are you kidding me?  Josh Gorges? Check out these pics of Habs' kittens, the family that is fostering them are die hard Habs fans. Ursula (the cat lady) had no idea that I'm into hockey!  I think it's fate :)  Mr. Moey will have me committed!

Isn't Josh gorgeous?  He has some medical issues at the moment, he's not eating and thriving the way he should be :(

Cammy

Subby

There is also a fourth kitten "Marky" but I didn't see his picture on the website.  These kittens are available for adoption, you can find out more about Cause 4 Paws by clicking the link below.  They appreciate any help you can give, whether it be adopting, fostering, or donations for never ending vet bills.  Do it for Josh! 



Friday, August 13, 2010

On location, training camp 2008.......Moey style

As I have stated many times before, I'm your less than typical hockey fan.  I don't obsess over the Habs, own any Habs jerseys and it would take a herd of wild horses to drag me to the Bell Center to watch a game.  I've even been known to give away tickets that I've received.  I don't attend Tweet-ups or Summits, my favorite venue is my sofa in the family room.

However, a couple of years ago, the Habs held their training camp 15 minutes from my house and I figured I could manage that, even though it meant getting up early on a Saturday morning to get a decent parking spot. The personal sacrifices I make for this team are mind blowing.  I had forgotten about a couple of pics that I had managed to snap outside and just came across them this week.  I didn't take any indoors because it was too cold in the rink and in typical Moey fashion I was wearing heels with no socks.  I watched the on ice training exercises through the glass, with a coffee in hand. 








The blond guy looks awfully familiar, but I can't for the life of me remember who it is.