The bestest Christmas present........

My very first NHL jersey!  Voila.....

My sister sent it from L.A., it's the real deal, I can smell the smog and marine layer on it!  I'm sure some of the Habs' purists will be clucking their tongues in disapproval....tough!  The Habs are my team but Saku will always be my favorite player no matter where he ends up.  As an added bonus I plan to wear it to work some day, just for the pure pleasure of pissing off the separatists and believe me there's plenty of them.

I'm telling a little bit of a white lie, the jersey was the second thing on my wish list.  The first thing I asked Santa for was Sheldon Souray dipped in chocolate.  Santa has never failed me in the past, but I suspect while he was trying to fit his rather large rear end into our chimney Mr. Moey snuck outside.  He won't admit to it but I know he found Shelly bound and gagged in the back of Santa's sleigh and set him free.  Well, one good deed deserves another, there was no Catherine Zeta-Jones on rye for Mr. Moey either.  We're even.

I'm sending positive vibes to Markov for his dreaded return to the ACC tonight.  Everything comes in threes, but not this time. Please join me in repeating this chant against the Leafs 13 times:

Darksome powers of the night,

gather round my candle's flame,

send my enemy in shaded flight,

send my enemy away in shame.

It might not be as effective without the dragon's blood but as much as I love my Habs there's no chance in hell I'm venturing out to the mall on boxing day.

The bestest Christmas present........

My very first NHL jersey!  Voila.....

My sister sent it from L.A., it's the real deal, I can smell the smog and marine layer on it!  I'm sure some of the Habs' purists will be clucking their tongues in disapproval....tough!  The Habs are my team but Saku will always be my favorite player no matter where he ends up.  As an added bonus I plan to wear it to work some day, just for the pure pleasure of pissing off the separatists and believe me there's plenty of them.

I'm telling a little bit of a white lie, the jersey was the second thing on my wish list.  The first thing I asked Santa for was Sheldon Souray dipped in chocolate.  Santa has never failed me in the past, but I suspect while he was trying to fit his rather large rear end into our chimney Mr. Moey snuck outside.  He won't admit to it but I know he found Shelly bound and gagged in the back of Santa's sleigh and set him free.  Well, one good deed deserves another, there was no Catherine Zeta-Jones on rye for Mr. Moey either.  We're even.

I'm sending positive vibes to Markov for his dreaded return to the ACC tonight.  Everything comes in threes, but not this time. Please join me in repeating this chant against the Leafs 13 times:

Darksome powers of the night,

gather round my candle's flame,

send my enemy in shaded flight,

send my enemy away in shame.

It might not be as effective without the dragon's blood but as much as I love my Habs there's no chance in hell I'm venturing out to the mall on boxing day.

The man of my dreams?

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:

http://psycholadyhockey.blogspot.com


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.

The man of my dreams?

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:

http://psycholadyhockey.blogspot.com


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.