Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Some hockey talk.....

What?  No food?  No makeup?  No pictures?  Sorry to disappoint but I need to get a few things off my chest.  First on the list is P.K. Subban.  He may have the makings of a superstar one day, but there are some things about this kid that irritate me.  When Martin decided to bench him last year for foolish and reckless play, I didn't like the vibe that was coming off of him.  Sometimes the camera would flash to him in the press box and the facial expressions said it all for me.  He was rolling his eyes, not watching the game at all and he had this "I have no idea what I'm doing up here" look on his face.  Andy Bennett was still with the Team 990 last year when she reported running into him in the Bell Center.  She commented on what he was wearing and the first thing he said was "it certainly wasn't my idea that I'm banished to the press box."  Well to me that translates to HE has no idea why he was in the press box. Yesterday Dave Stubbs tweeted that P.K. was so embarrassed walking through the airport in Winnipeg because he was benched.  What?  If that's his biggest concern he CLEARLY doesn't get it.

 Now in his defense Ken Hitchcock was on the radio the other day and he said the hardest thing about coaching young players is they come into the NHL with a sense of entitlement.  He said they are extremely well coached and know a lot more than the players of yesteryear.  They ask a lot more questions and don't just do what they're told because the coach says so.  They require a reasonable and logical explanation for what they are being asked to do.  Okay, fair enough.  I hope Randy can get through to PK about what he needs to do in order to be successful.  He needs to leave the cutsy moves by the wayside and focus on playing a team game.  Tonight will be interesting to see if anything has sunk in, because if not he'll be ingesting a few more hot dogs before the season ends.  I also think the return of Markov will help this kid a lot, not only with his development but the media focus will be re-directed as well.

Second thing, Mitch Melnick was talking to Scotty Bowman last week and Scotty had this to say about the current state of our beloveds.  He saw them play Boston and thought they looked solid for the first two periods before falling apart in the third.  He also watched them playing the Hawks and saw the same pattern.  According to Scotty, their biggest problem is losing focus.  No rants and raves about firing the GM or trading away the whole team except Carey Price.  When Scotty speaks, I listen.  He also said that players tend to use crutches when things aren't going their way.   He said the job of a coach is to get rid of those crutches.  Let's hope Cunnyworth can convince  this Tiny Tim team to focus, take baby steps and then sprint all the way to the playoffs.

Third thing, there are a lot of media and bloggers feeling bad for Randy Cunnyworth because they feel that Gauthier has hung him out to dry.  If I am Cunnyworth I would celebrate and seize the day.  Who cares about the circumstances?  This is a fantastic opportunity for him to prove his mettle as a head NHL coach.  I'm sure the word pity has never entered his head.  And I expect nothing less from the team I've supported for over forty years to regain some of it's pride and professionalism and gives this guy a chance.  Show some class boys, get behind him and give him your best effort.  You owe it to him, your fans and most of all yourselves.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Moey's must-have Christmas checklist....

Surprise gifts!

A fine bottle of champagne, this was wonderful

A box of your favorite chocolates - Cadbury milk tray is my guilty pleasure

Savory munchies - smoked salmon, smoked oysters with my special marinade

Italian lemon cake

Scents of the season - available at Bath & Bodyworks

A stocking filled with goodies for your favorite furkid(s)

An ornament with your favorite team's logo

A festive manicure - Designer De Better by OPI

And the most important thing of all.........snow

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Twas the night before Christmas.....

when all through the house,
 not a creature was stirring
cos Clicquot devoured the mouse.

The CH stocking was hung by the chimney with care
 in hopes that Santa puts a win in there.

Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Got Guinness?

I came home after work the other day and was surprised to see that Mr. Moey had done his Christmas shopping.

For himself.  How thoughtful.

Friday, December 16, 2011

A letter to Santa.....

Dear Santa,

Can you please bring me back my Habs?  You know the team that used to win a lot of games and Stanley Cup championships every other year?

Can you please bring me my blogging mojo back?  See above.  Even my rants fizzle and die (much like the Habs) before I can get them to paper.

Can you please bring snow for Christmas Eve?

Can you please bring me the Chatty Cathy doll that I asked for when I was four years old and never got?  I've  never forgiven you for that.  And no, the doll that spoke twice the amount of phrases didn't suffice.  I don't like imposters, it's all or nothing for me. (See item one again). Or at the very least, if you can't deliver on the doll (again) can you leave cash to cover the cost of years of therapy it's taken me to get over that fateful Christmas?

Oh, and one last thing Santa, when you come this year can you park your sleigh at the end of the street?  The pitter patter of eight tiny reindeer on the roof scared the shit out of my kitties last year. 



Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Not even this is helping........

ease the pain of watching the Habs this season.  I just want the team fixed, no matter what it takes.  I want a competitive consistent team and I don't care who stays and who goes in order to get it.  No favorites, no allegiances, it's all about winning.  Fire the GM, fire the coach, trade whomever.   Just.do.it.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Casanova by the sea......

No, I'm not talking about Mr. M, he's still coddling his man cold.  It's the name of the Italian restaurant we dined at last night, my belated birthday celebration.  Located right on the water in Georgetown, the service was superb and the food was delicious.  Here's a sampling of what we feasted on last night.

Tuna sashimi with oriental spices

Veal scallopini with mushrooms in a red wine reduction with cream

Tri-color pasta with mushrooms, truffle oil and cream sauce

Somebody (me) informed them that it was a birthday dinner so after we finished our main course the staff came over, sang Happy Birthday and put a plate of Tiramisu with a dollop of fresh whipped cream in front of me.  They also gave us complimentary shots of Limoncello as a finishing touch.  Very nicely done, we will definitely make a return visit on our next trip.

We arrived in Grand Cayman early Sunday afternoon and it was frigging hot.  There had been inclement weather for the previous ten days before we arrived and the humidity was off the charts.  It reminded me of some of those horribly humid July days in Montreal this summer.  There are only two places to hang out in that kind of heat, either in air-conditioning or submerged in cool water. We've been doing plenty of both.  The humidity levels have dropped off now and there's a welcome breeze on the beach.

Picture perfect seven mile beach, Grand Cayman

On Tuesday night we decided to walk over to the Ritz Carlton to have a couple of cocktails and watch the sunset.  I had a Cayman Sunset, a rum based concoction that went down smoothly while Mr. M. played it safe with a Mojito.  Thankfully we decided not to order another round, when the bill arrived it was $34.00 for two drinks.  Highway robbery but at least the Ritz graciously provided the twenty or so mosquito bites I endured free of charge.  I never have to fear that Mr. M will run off to the tropics without me, I'm the sacrificial piece of meat that keeps him bug free.

Tonight we are headed over to Rum Point via catamaran for a sunset dinner on the beach.  I'm really looking forward to it, we tried to get over there last year but it was canceled at the last minute. The Habs are back on the ice tonight so I will be checking my trusty iPhone for the score.  They're out of sight but never out of mind.   Go Habs!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

And we're off......

I asked Mr. Moey for a new set of wheels for my birthday and this is what he gave me.  I wonder if he means anything by it?  Never mind, it's cheap on gas.  He's thoughtful that way.

So we're off for a ten day escape to the sunshine.  I'm traveling light this time (obvious lack of trunk space)  toting only my iPhone and iPad.  Blogging will be a challenge, but I WILL prevail.  Updates and gloating to come. 

Friday, October 28, 2011

Happy birthday....

to me.
I hope it's not cat litter again.  *sigh*
Mr. Moey is the sweetest thing ever, he's staying home today with his man cold to keep me company.  I am one lucky girl!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Something's gotta give........

I was contemplating this for a few days.....
But opted for this instead......
Now that I'm thinking more clearly, I got a better sense of what's going on with our Habs last night.  There were two different conversations going on at Chez Moey's on Thursday night (we had company) and it was next to impossible to concentrate on the Habs/Pens game.  Last night I only had Mr. Moey to cope with and  naturally after all these years I've mastered the art of filtering out a lot of it and nodding at the appropriate times.  But I digress.  I watched a team that I thought played as well as they possibly can and yet still can't bag a win.  That has to be frustrating.  You won't hear them say during the post game interviews that the reason they keep losing is because the D corps sucks the big one, but they know it and we know it.  HNIC pointed out that the in our own end the defense squad resembled patrons stumbling out of a bar on Crescent Street at 3 AM.  An apt description.  Can Gauthier afford to wait until Spacek and eventually (fingers crossed) Markov make their way back into the lineup? I don't think so.  And what about Campoli, are there any plans in place to replace him?  Gorges and Gill can only do so much and nobody is capable of getting a first pass out to clear the zone.  That's what's hurting them the most.

Believe it or not, I actually mentioned to Mr. Moey that an emergency call to Patrice Brisboise might be in order.  Seriously. It couldn't make things worse than they already are and I bet he would do it for a couple of free beers and a hotdog.   Something has to happen and soon or the hole they're digging will be so deep that they'll have to swap their hockey helmets for a miner's hat with a halogen light.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

You know you're getting old when........

Mr. Moey and I all ready for a night out on the town
Last night we were invited out to a surprise birthday party for my work colleague's wife.  I know her really well, we often plan afternoon tea during the week just for girl chat.  However, with the exception of one couple the rest we had never met.  So I took my time to get ready, doing my hair, putting on my makeup and decided on my fitting jeans with high heeled patent leather boots.  Checked myself in the mirror and thought I didn't look too bad for my age, of course it can always be better (that's what we women think our whole lives) but it could be a lot worse.  So we set off for the restaurant and arrived in plenty of time for the surprise.  The waiter pointed us toward the back of the restaurant where there was a large table set for the group.  We started introducing ourselves when this one girl walks up to us and says, "ooh, are you Andy's parents?"  WHAT?  Andy is my co-worker and is a forty four year old man.  First I was stunned but that was quickly followed by outrage.  I squealed back at her, "his parents, are you serious?"  She looked afraid, and she should have been.  The last time I checked I don't think the women who inhabit the poorest third world countries could bear children at the age I would have to have been to have had him. 

We sat ourselves down, but quite frankly my mojo was completely gone.  A triple martini would have been in order but because I decided to be the designated driver I had to settle for a diet Pepsi.  That did nothing to numb the shock and horror.  Mr. Moey (bless him) tried to take the harm out of it by trying to convince me that she really meant he looked like like the parent because he's five years older than me.  Nice try but I wasn't buying it.  Firstly I was too busy trying to decipher the looming cost of obviously much needed Botox injections.  Secondly, Mr. Moey does not have a single gray hair on his head.

One thing I learned a long time ago, if you don't know people it's best to keep your mouth zipped.   NEVER ask people if they're pregnant if you don't know for a fact that they are.  NEVER guess a woman's age.  NEVER assume anything.

Our friend (or should I say new found son) Andy and his wife finally arrived and the surprise went off without a hitch.  It was a pleasant enough evening, the food was good.  The restaurant specializes in thin crust pizza.  I was surprised to learn it's been there for ten years, I've walked by it in the past without realizing it was even there.

Here is the link and the only picture I have is of my leftover pizza that I brought home.  For some unknown reason I had lost my appetite, maybe it's because senior's tend to have delicate tummies at times.


Spinach, mushrooms, roasted red peppers, bacon and Bechamel sauce.  Yum.

On the bright side, it's nice to know I now have bigger worries than the Habs' crappy play.  We got home just in time for the shootout (I'll admit to checking the score on my iPhone during dinner).  When all is said and done even though my looks are fading and certain things have shifted in flight I still have my Habs.  That will NEVER change.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Is it too early to panic?

No.  Normally I poo hoo people who start to panic in the early days of a new season.  Watching the Habs squander two points last night pissed me right off.  And by the look of the empty seats at the Bell Center, I'm not alone.   I get no joy watching this team scratch and claw their way into the playoffs come April.  As a matter of fact I'm sick and tired of it.  I realize we have injuries and there's no time frame yet on when Andrei Markov will be making his return to the lineup.  In spite of that, this team CAN play better than the debacle I witnessed last night.

I think that Brian Gionta has not only inherited the "C" from Koivu but also his penchant for taking stupid penalties.  Carey Price has to be on top of his game on any given night to give them a chance to win.  I think he knows this and that's a lot of pressure to be under.  Erik Cole needs a dose of smelling salts.  PK Subban needs a good hard slap because if he keeps playing by himself he'll be sitting by himself eating hot dogs in the press box.

There's not a whole lot to like about this team right now and instead of being ticked off that I 'm busy tomorrow night and won't see the game, I'm looking forward to it.   Pics and restaurant review to come on Sunday.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving!

I left my turkey shopping too late this year and the only ones Metro had (besides $60.00 Butterballs) were of the cook from frozen variety.  I've never cooked one like that before but I'm pleased to say it came out beautifully.  It tasted pretty darn good too!  I'd also like to give thanks that the Habs beat the Jets 5-1 last night but I only caught bits and pieces of it between stuffing my face with above turkey.  The TV was on in the family room and the one thing I kept hearing was "another great save by Price".  I caught the post game segment with Cherry calling Price "the best goaltender in the world right now".  Wow.  Cherry praising a Hab? If there were any doubts about his senility, now it's official.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Season opener - Habs versus Leafs

In a nutshell..........
 Not much to add to that but I do have a couple of thoughts.  The general consensus is the Habs aren't big or tough enough to handle a team like the Leafs and that they will continually be out muscled and intimidated by the likes of the Flyers and the big bad Bruins.  Hogwash.

The Habs came out killing dead things in the first period but the wind was sucked out of their sails with a Leaf shorthanded goal early in the second.  Then they stopped doing the thing they do best, skating. They were standing around, letting the Leafs have their way with them.  Recipe for disaster.

I can't vouch for the historical accuracy of this depiction of David versus Goliath, but it looks to me like David was sensible enough to keep more than an arm's length between him and the big oaf before launching the lethal rock.

So take a cue from David boys, when facing a visibly bigger and meaner opponent, keep your distance, use your strengths and intelligence wisely (a no brainer against the Bruins).  And that my beloveds will get you (and I) to the promised land.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Let the bells ring out and the banners fly......

A glass of wine & Twitter, what more could a girl want?

After stinking out the joint for most of the pre-season, the Habs finally notch a fairly convincing win against Tampa last night.  I'm taking full credit for this win, I tweeted this to Mike Cammalleri early yesterday morning.  As they say in life, when you want something, just ask for it.

@MCammalleri13 Pass this on, please win the game tonight so I don't have to listen to whining for the next week. Thank you. #nuttyfans

Thank you Cammy, from the bottom of my heart.

And this gem was tweeted by Hal Gill, who much to my delight has finally decided to join the Twitterverse.

FYI. If you wanna talk hockey, go to a rink. #thatsnotmybagbaby

If lady luck is on our side this year, the entire roster will escape unscathed in the season opener against the leafs this coming Thursday and be in top form to play some meaningful hockey in Winnipeg on Sunday. 


Sunday, September 18, 2011

Why can we all just get along?

A friend of mine sent this video clip to me, it's awesome.

This is a video of a homeless man in Santa Barbara and his pets. They work State Street every week for donations. The animals are pretty well fed and are mellow. They are a family. The man who owns them rigged a harness up for his cat so she wouldn't have to walk so much (like the dog and himself). At some juncture the rat came along, and as no one wanted to eat anyone else, the rat started riding with the cat and, often, on the cat! The dog will stand all day and let you talk to him and admire him for a few chin scratches. The Mayor of Santa Barbara filmed this clip and sent it out as a holiday card.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Marky, get better soon....

we kneed you.

The mighty roar and the power of me in the bleu, blanc et rouge.

He'll be fine. *positive thoughts* *gulp*

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Back in the saddle.......

With cooler weather settling in and summer soon to become a distant memory, hockey is creeping it's way back on to my radar.   I'm getting excited for this upcoming season, I think if the stars are aligned and our key players manage to stay healthy, this could be our year.

I've been listening to sports radio (as painful as it can be in the off season) and there seems to be a big kerfuffle over Kirk Muller's departure.  Quite frankly I've never bought into the idea (fantasy) that Kirk ran the team.  Yes he was often shown to be discussing strategy and drawing game plans with the players but more often than not it was about penalty killing or power play tactics.  That was his job, wasn't it?   I don't see how that tranlates into him running the team.   I also heard Kirk being interviewed not so long ago where he stated that Martin likes to get a lot of feedback from his players, he welcomes their suggestions and thoughts.  Shocking!  Not really what some of the media and fans wanted to hear.  I'm sure those comments were disregarded just as quickly as they were said.  Some people just want to hate on Martin regardless.  I say give the man a healthy decent roster and let's see what he can do with it this year.  He's managed to keep them competitive for the past two years in spite of the geriatric defense, the inconsistencies of the two top six lines and the Price versus Halak saga.   I also poo hoo the notion that the player's hate him.  The easiest thing a team can do to a coach is get him fired.  It's a no brainer, just stop playing for him.  Somehow the Habs taking the Bruins to overtime in game seven in the first playoff round seems to dispel that silly notion.  Well it does for me anyway.  If Muller was the brains and inspiration behind the team, why couldn't he right the ship when it was going down with all hands on deck in 2009?  All of these questions should be answered by the end of the season.  As much as Martin will finally have a fair chance to prove his mettle, so will Muller as a head coach in the AHL.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Gone fishing....obviously

I do think I could give the Royals a run for their money in this chapeau, n'est pas?

I do have a bit of a backlog in the blog post department, but I'm enjoying our fabulous summer weather here in Montreal.  I have no desire to be sitting in front of a computer.  However a couple of rainy days in a row could change all that.  I hope wherever you lay your hat you're enjoying your summer too!  I'll be back......

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

*Ahem* Ladies and gentlemen.....

I have an announcement to make. Since this is a sort of hockey blog, I have to grudgingly acknowledge this fact.  *Mumbles* The boston bruins are the 2011 stanley cup champions.  (notice I couldn't bring myself to use any caps).

In the word's of Forrest Gump, that's all I have to say about that.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Debbie does cats......

One of my internet friends sent me this video.  Do you think she's still single?

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Moey's (almost) home made pizza....

You will need:

1 package Pillsbury pizza dough
1 container of Cavallaro's pizza sauce
1/2 lb prosciutto
1 container of mushrooms
1 package of mozzarella cheese
1 cookie sheet
1 oven

Cook pizza dough according to directions on package.  Remove from oven and spread approximately 3/4 of the pizza sauce on the dough.  Place 2 layers of prosciutto on top of sauce, scatter mushrooms on top of the meat then finish layering with the cheese.  Place back in oven following pizza directions on Pillsbury package.  When finished baking (about 10 minutes) place under broiler for 3-5 minutes.

I used prosciutto because Mr. M. doesn't care for pepperoni.  Feel free to use any toppings you desire. You may want to saute the mushrooms a few minutes before adding them to the pizza.   The sauce is the key, if you can't get Cavallero's try to find an Italian bakery that makes it's own sauce.  I've used regular store bought before and it doesn't compare.   This pizza was delicious, it could give Tevere or Romano's (our personal favorites) a run for it's money.


Friday, June 3, 2011

Friday, May 27, 2011

Drumroll please.......

(Better late than never, I finally got around to publishing our spring vacation blog from two weeks ago.)

Mr. Moey and I left last Thursday morning for destination San Francisco.  We've both been there a few times before, but Mr. Moey left his heart there two years ago on a business trip and had a burning desire to return.  The weather is somewhat coolish for my liking but you do have to throw them a bone once in a while.   

He has an annual convention in Las Vegas that he attends so we decided to combine the two.  Three days in San Francisco and on to Las Vegas Sunday afternoon.  Mr. Moey and I have somewhat different ideas on how to spend a vacation.  He likes to walk the city streets and  look at all the architecture while I'm just looking for the closest shopping and restaurant hub.

We trawled the streets of SF and finally arrived at Market Street.  Unfortunately with two hours of walking already under my belt I sort of lost the desire to shop.  By the time we reached Union Square my feet and calves were aching. It's no secret that I despise winter so the most walking I've done since October was from the sofa to the kitchen and from my car into the office.   Even bears are wise enough to slowly stir from a deep hibernation.  But said bears aren't in a relationship with Mr. Moey who insisted that a good long walk would be good for me, get the blood flowing.  Right.  More like the blood boiling.

Enough of that, Saturday was going to be MY day.  I had decided that I wanted to visit the farmer's market at the main ferry building and take a ferry over to Sausalito for lunch.  Sausalito is my kind of town, tiny with little art galleries, small boutiques to browse through and very good waterside dining establishments. Bliss.  We spent a couple of pleasant hours there and returned to San Francisco and Market Street.  We walked back to Union Square, did a little bit of shopping and finished the afternoon off with a cocktail at the top of the Hyatt Regency. 

We elected not to dine out in the evenings while we were there because we knew that we'd be out every night during our five days in Las Vegas.  We found a Whole Foods grocery store within close proximity to the small house we rented and it had everything imaginable.  In fact it made Trader Joe's seem somewhat ordinary.  Great cheese selection, Pont Levesque was among them  I was impressed, usually in the US finding decent cheese is like searching for the Holy Grail.  They also had a very good selection of California wines. 

Here are a few pics of our time in San Francisco.  The farmer's market is terrific, all kinds of organic fresh fruits, vegetables, seafood, local cheeses and of course sourdough bread.

Home sweet home - Protrero Hill

The wine on the left was really nice, we bought another bottle the next day.
Outdoor dining at San Francisco's farmers market

'shrooms anyone?

Fresh oysters for sampling, wonderful

Mighty fine selection of Californian wines

Fresh organic fruits and vegetables

Not even the seagulls were left out, they're enjoying a pizza lunch.  Some kind soul had bought the pizza and placed it on top of the bin for them.  I thought that was pretty cool.
From the Sausalito ferry, a view of Alcatraz
Union Square, San Francisco

Next up....Viva Las Vegas!

We arrived in LV late Sunday afternoon.  Warm and sunny, I couldn't wait to be poolside.  By the time we were unpacked and settled in I put off going down to the pool until the next morning.  BIG mistake, the next day was overcast with a high of 65 degrees.  You've got to be kidding me!  However I wasn't about to let that stop me, I went down for a quick breakfast and found a deck chair.  After two hours of shivering and having to purchase a coffee to warm me up, I decided that my time was best spent elsewhere.  Retail therapy works every time.  Off to the outlet mall and I did manage to pick up a couple of items.

That evening we went to the Foundation Room restaurant located in the Mandalay Bay hotel.  It used to be a private club that was recently opened to the public on Mondays and Thursdays.  The food was good and we had a  nice wine recommendation from the waiter that we really enjoyed.  The downside was the ambiance and decor was very ordinary.  One nice feature was a balcony at the top of Mandalay Bay hosting a magnificent view of the Vegas strip at night. I would recommend going to the lounge for a pre dinner cocktail or a nightcap to take in the view and then take your pick of the many fine other dining options Las Vegas has to offer.

The trough (buffet) dining at the various casinos  is good value, especially if you're not sure what you're in the mood to eat.  Something for everyone's taste  and endless refills if you're a piggy.

For our last evening I booked an outdoor table at the Italian restaurant Bartolotta located in the Wynn Hotel.  We struck a home run with this one.  Fantastic food coupled with a very pretty outdoor setting.  We would definitely return to this one.

Roasted artichokes, porcini mushrooms on a bed of greens with shaved pecorini cheese, lovely.
Seafood stuffed ravioli with a white wine sauce

Ravioli stuffed with ricotta cheese smothered in a pecorino cream sauce.

Outdoor dining cabanas, outstanding!

My favorite view,  my feet at the end of a sun lounger on a nice day.
Mr. Moey is positive that I'm a weather jinx, San Francisco was 80 degrees the day we arrived then settled into the mid sixties for the rest of the weekend.  Las Vegas was 85 degrees until we got there.  The next two days were cold and rainy and much to my dismay I only  managed a couple of days at the pool.  (Pictured above).  When we arrived back in Montreal on Friday it proceeded to rain for the next five days.  It really hasn't stopped since.  All in all it was an enjoyable trip with the exception of the weather. The little bit of color that I got is barely hanging on, a visit to the tanning salon is next on the agenda.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Stand by......

we are currently experiencing technical difficulties.  As in very little technology, meaning no Wi-Fi and an alleged "high speed" Internet connection in our hotel room.  Which we have to share, so in other words, these are my stolen five minutes of Internet time because Mr. Moey is the biggest Internet hog on the planet.  I have blog posts lined up but the connection is so lousy it's next to impossible to load the pics.  It duplicates some, while erasing others.  Arrrgghhhh. It will all have to wait until I return home tomorrow.  In the meantime, go Wings go!

Just call me L'il Miss high roller :)