HOLY SHIT! OH MY GOD! SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS!!

I really needed this right now. Thanks, boys. Since 1995, I've been waiting for one of my teams to win something, anything...and the Stanley Cup has proved as sweet a reward as any I've known. And Cam Ward was our pick for the Conn Smythe. Completely deserved.

Back to celebrating! DAMN!

If, like me, you were wondering what all the fuss over the Red Hot Chili Peppers' song is, and you are a Tom Petty fan from way back, and you just needed the basic facts, check here.

Sounds kind of dubious to me. I really want to still like the RHCP but after a meidocre concert experience (during which I had to watch humping, smoking, doping by the crowd, and a BORING PERFORMANCE by the artists) I've lost interest.

"parenting is a really fucking hard job," she says, "one that certainly makes me insecure. So we all slog through this job wondering if we're doing the right thing and always feeling terrified that we're not, and then when we encounter someone who has done some other thing, made some different decision, we take that insecure energy and turn it into judgmental hate." Source

Maybe it is o.k. that the children are at Camp Grandma this week. You know, so I can avoid the hate thrown my way.

Find your own pose!

Thanks to 2 Fussy for this link.

I love to sleep. About the only thing my husband would consent to spending money on in our married life (well, besides fly fishing and beer making equipment) is on fine sleeping materials. Our bed, bedding, mattress and pillows cost more than our entire suite of living room furniture. Plus the major appliances in the kitchen. Our bed is legend - even with the new mattress (bought because of wailing complaints about the crappy lumpy mattress in the guest room - so they got our older, perfect one and we are having to break in one that will soon be perfect).

You know I love the Unisom and the drink, and I also love the floor fan blowing on me, but what I had forgotten til last night is the sleeping effect of an evening's swim. After a healthy, homemade supper (the last one for 2 weeks since husband is out of town and then children go out of town), we went to the pool. We were the only ones there and though the weather was coolish, I got in. (And then got out, which was brutal, but made getting BACK in more pleasant). I treaded water and swam some laps with the children (I can barely remember the days of holding one to float whilst the other one was strapped in a moldy Baby Bjorn) and splashed about.

Back home, after a shower, I read books to them and woke up an hour later, book on my face. I cleaned up, got the house ready for nighttime, watched a Frasier re-run whilst waiting on a load of laundry, and raced back to my cool sheets, my lovely floor fan, my perfect pillows, and the deep sleep brought on by my time in the water.

Soccer ended for another year today (not really, but part of it did) and again we realize that the bookish intellectuals playing Dungeons and Dragons over steaming cups of black coffee are not going to be these children of ours....we have young children who like sports and lots of them and fight hard to be good at them. I'm not sure if I'm competitve or not, I'm not sure if I'm an old softie or more of a hard-ass, and I'm not sure EVER if I'm saying or doing the right thing when she's out on the field or after a game. My daughter makes sure we know when we've upset her, which is good, I think. But I don't really know what goes on in her head and won't ever. Ultimately, I want her to have fun out there and to love her teammates and play like part of a team and to respect authority. Along the way if she wants to take some names and run up some scores, more power to her and more fun for us! I have some learning to do - I need to learn a few key parenting guidelines as we follow her lead into this game she loves. And it would really, really help if I could learn the rules of the damn sport.

I used to give my friend Lynn a word of the day - not long after we started taking "The New Yorker". These were words like peripatetic and anfractuosity. You know, "New Yorker" words. Now that I read blogs more regularly than magazines, I have come across a whole new set of words...and not just abbreviations, YKWIM? Here is the one used the most frequently in my fave blogs that has taken me a while to get the hang of: enjoy!