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.

T.G.I.F......Kovalev cocktail anyone?

I wonder what genius on the Senators decided to throw our boy Kovy into the middle of an already dysfunctional team? I can see it now; Kovy and Heatley sitting side by side on the bench dabbing their eyes and blowing their noses, misery loves company. Meanwhile, Clouston doesn't have a hair left on his head, he's developed nervous ticks and has an unexplained rash. Murray now has a stammer to go along with his lisp.

I see it playing out like the "Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry. Murray will be offering Bob money to take Kovy back.

Courtesy of Wikipedia:

This story tells of a young boy held for ransom by two money hungry criminals, Bill Driscoll and Sam Howard. The two men are fugitives who have escaped to the Deep South searching for an easy way to get their hands on $2,000 they need in order to launch a land fraud scheme in Illinois. They set their sights on the quiet town of Summit, Alabama because of the philoprogenitiveness — love for one's own children — that they believe is common in rural communities.

Bill and Sam decide they will kidnap the son of an important citizen named Ebenezer Dorset, demand a ransom of $2,000, quickly collect the payoff, and be on their way. However, once they actually kidnap the boy and make their way to a hideout in the nearby hills, their plan quickly begins to unravel. Their young captive, a malevolent, redheaded brat who calls himself Red Chief, actually enjoys his stay with his kidnappers, and thinks he is on a camping trip.

Red Chief proceeds to drive his captors to distraction with pranks and demands that they play wearying games with him, such as pretending to be a scout and using Bill as his horse. Bill and Sam are soon desperate to be rid of the little terror; they lower the price to $1,500 but still receive no answer. They later receive a reply to their ransom letter from Red Chief's father offering to take the boy off their hands for $250, but when the men bring Red Chief to his home, he does not want to leave. He then tries to stay with the two kidnappers but is held back by his father. The two kidnappers run away as quickly as they can.

Speaking of cocktails, it's just about that time, think I'll go pour myself one. Cheers!

T.G.I.F......Kovalev cocktail anyone?

I wonder what genius on the Senators decided to throw our boy Kovy into the middle of an already dysfunctional team? I can see it now; Kovy and Heatley sitting side by side on the bench dabbing their eyes and blowing their noses, misery loves company. Meanwhile, Clouston doesn't have a hair left on his head, he's developed nervous ticks and has an unexplained rash. Murray now has a stammer to go along with his lisp.

I see it playing out like the "Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry. Murray will be offering Bob money to take Kovy back.

Courtesy of Wikipedia:

This story tells of a young boy held for ransom by two money hungry criminals, Bill Driscoll and Sam Howard. The two men are fugitives who have escaped to the Deep South searching for an easy way to get their hands on $2,000 they need in order to launch a land fraud scheme in Illinois. They set their sights on the quiet town of Summit, Alabama because of the philoprogenitiveness — love for one's own children — that they believe is common in rural communities.

Bill and Sam decide they will kidnap the son of an important citizen named Ebenezer Dorset, demand a ransom of $2,000, quickly collect the payoff, and be on their way. However, once they actually kidnap the boy and make their way to a hideout in the nearby hills, their plan quickly begins to unravel. Their young captive, a malevolent, redheaded brat who calls himself Red Chief, actually enjoys his stay with his kidnappers, and thinks he is on a camping trip.

Red Chief proceeds to drive his captors to distraction with pranks and demands that they play wearying games with him, such as pretending to be a scout and using Bill as his horse. Bill and Sam are soon desperate to be rid of the little terror; they lower the price to $1,500 but still receive no answer. They later receive a reply to their ransom letter from Red Chief's father offering to take the boy off their hands for $250, but when the men bring Red Chief to his home, he does not want to leave. He then tries to stay with the two kidnappers but is held back by his father. The two kidnappers run away as quickly as they can.

Speaking of cocktails, it's just about that time, think I'll go pour myself one. Cheers!

Party animals.......

Such cute critters, they sometimes stop by and pay us a visit when we're sitting outside at night, walking around the pool then dipping their paws in for a quick wash and a face splash. Last night, about 3:00 A.M. there were some strange animal noises coming out of our backyard. It sounded like an animal was being attacked. Mr. Moey went downstairs to investigate and lo and behold, it was a raccoon pool party! The little bandits were whooping it up like nobody's business and they're becoming bold and territorial; they were skinny dipping and they tossed our resident rubber ducky out on his head. Mr. Moey turned on the lights, opened the back door and told them to keep the noise down or he was calling the cops. They gave him a very indignant look and were on their way, but bless their little raccoon hearts, they were thoughtful enough to leave me a nice assortment of calling cards on the pool stairs.

Grrr....it's stinking hot here today, I have to shock the pool tonight and won't be able to use it until Sunday. How about you, any cute critter stories you'd like to share?

Party animals.......

Such cute critters, they sometimes stop by and pay us a visit when we're sitting outside at night, walking around the pool then dipping their paws in for a quick wash and a face splash. Last night, about 3:00 A.M. there were some strange animal noises coming out of our backyard. It sounded like an animal was being attacked. Mr. Moey went downstairs to investigate and lo and behold, it was a raccoon pool party! The little bandits were whooping it up like nobody's business and they're becoming bold and territorial; they were skinny dipping and they tossed our resident rubber ducky out on his head. Mr. Moey turned on the lights, opened the back door and told them to keep the noise down or he was calling the cops. They gave him a very indignant look and were on their way, but bless their little raccoon hearts, they were thoughtful enough to leave me a nice assortment of calling cards on the pool stairs.

Grrr....it's stinking hot here today, I have to shock the pool tonight and won't be able to use it until Sunday. How about you, any cute critter stories you'd like to share?

Gone swimming........

The world's largest swimming pool can be found at a seaside resort in Algarrobo, Chile, 95 km west of Santiago. Acknowledged by the Guinness World Records, the lagoon measures 1013 metres in length, covers an area of eight hectares, contains 250,000 cubic meters of water and is navigable in small boats. - AFP

How cool is this pool? I wonder how many gallons of chlorine it takes to maintain it, not to mention the heating costs!

Finally, summer has arrived in Montreal. It's humid as hell, but so what, I'll take it. Tonights poolside menu; BBQ chicken, corn on the cob and a few cold ones to wash it down. Doesn't get much better than this!