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.

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.

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



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



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!

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!

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.

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.

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. 

Love,

Moey

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. 

Love,

Moey

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.

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.

Lest we forget......

Lest we forget......

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!

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!

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. 

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. 

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

http://www.violetangel.ca/bienvenue-welcome.html




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.

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.

http://www.violetangel.ca/bienvenue-welcome.html




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.