I'ts schmockey night in Canada

Seems like I gravitate towards posting while my wife's away. She's away on biz and I'm stuck, eyes glued to the tube watching the NHL playoffs.
I'm not too happy with tonight's results: Pens have opened a two-game cushion on the Sens bouncing to a 3 - 1 series lead after losing the home opener; similar story in Philly the team with the ugliest uniforms in the league - or any league for that matter - seem poised to strike down New Jersey who couldn't score if the net was the size of soccer goal; Nashville has opened a 3 -1 lead of its own in Game 3 versus Chicago.
It's times like these I'm glad I don't invest too much time to watching this game of putting the puck in da net. this is an emotional roller coaster I'd rather not ride.


What's the record for the greatest number of flip-flops? I'm sure we aren't near breaking it, whatever it is but if I wore out or lost three pairs in the next two years, I'd still have enough to make it throught a third year. Good thing about them is that if I DID decide to shoot for a world's record for owning the greatest number of these, I just might be able to afford it.

Our dog can sense when the family of three is not intact. Maybe not immediately but I'd say by tomorrow she will sense something is amiss.

I need to take off. There's a burger and a beer waiting for me at a buddy's place and I think the burger's got the Montreal Canadiens logo burned into it. Go Habs go!

It's that magical time of year ... it's called--

Wife is at a work function tonight so I came home, and not being in the habit of flicking on the TV the second I walk in, I wind up (impulsive soul that I am) cleaning the blinds and the windowsills and folding and putting away the laundry.
Sometimes I wonder if she knows how fortunate she is to have a domestic god like me around the home...

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Playoff hockey is always exciting and although I stopped watching hockey regularly about 10 years ago, It's still my favourite sport. I'm not in any hockey pools ... too many decision to make ... too much time to invest and with the changing of the guard the past few years, there's many players I've never heard of. When there's hockey talk at work, some of the names that get thrown around are foreign to me.

If I had to make a pick, well, I'd pick Montreal but only because they've been my team since I was a kid. With last night's upset of the Caps, who knows? I can dream, can't I?

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Well, we didn't get our dream house. Not sure If I've made note of this previously but we were planning to put an offer on this court-ordered sale of a townhouse. Beautiful place, 2,600 square, four bath, three beds, corner unit, hardwood floors, vaulted ceiling, movie room, backyard leads into a wooded area, yada, yada.
In this type of sale the house usually goes to the highest bidder and usually go below market value so we had a chance to pick it up for good price. Wife and I got kind of got our signals crossed, I assumed she'd know what I was thinking and doing and she assumed I knew what I was doing.
Short story, we didn't get out shit together in time to put in an offer and someone will soon be moving into a nice house for which they paid a nice price.
I was feeling pretty bad about is but wife reassured me that it was OK, that she wasn't totally in love with the place (she still wants a house) and that we'll find something eventually.
Thanks, I really appreciated that. I feel so much better about it today.

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Tommorow we're off to see the 'rents and have an engagement dinner for wife's big bro and his fiance. Let's hope we don't encounter blizzard conditions like our friend did when she was coming home earlier this month.

While the cat's away the mice will watch TV reruns?

Went to the beeest wedding last weekend. It was a multi-day affair that culminated with a food and liquor surplus and hours of partying as soon as the bar call began. Of course, when fa-ree booze is the flavour of the evening, it's possible to overindulge, thus opening one's self up to a heckuva hangover the next day.

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The wife left for a business trip a couple days ago, leaving me home to my own devices. I spent time yesterday cleaning up around the home followed by a TV timeout by watching Ugly Betty, which, by the way airs its finale next week.
I also performed my annual spring wardrobe changeover.
For those unfamiliar this annual practice involves sorting through the bulky cold-weather shirts and sweaters and transporting them into storage and removing those short-sleeeve golf, other button down shirts, jackets and summer loafers from storage and allowing them their rightful spot of honour in the bedroom and entry closets.
I also take advantage of the fact I'm sorting out clothes to toss aside those items I haven't worn, or those items I've been reminded are now out of style, send them to goodwill or cut them up for cleaning rags (that's the re-use part of the three Rs).

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Tonight I turned on reruns (the second part of the three Rs) of Parks and Rec and The Office; Michael Scott NEVER ceases to amaze me, even the second time around.
While outside enjoying a cigarillo (small cigar for guys unwilling to invest a half hour for a smoke) I got a text from our realtor about a house we fell in love with.
Problem is, as a court sale, it's up for bids and we've only got a few days to get our ducks in a row and make a move on it. If we miss out we're going to sell everything we own and live in a three-room shanty on beaches of some South Pacific Island.

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