Hockey Playoff Etiquette Reminder

Just in case you get all caught up in the frenzy of the playoffs and are thinking about donning that team jersey you bought at the arena last time you were there and had to many beers please refer to Blog entry dated April 15, 2010.  For the record, you can wear it at home while watching the game - and apparently if you are required to do a beer run between periods and don't have time to take it off.  Then, and only then, will you be given the Jersey Pass. 

Oh Stanley!

To Much Talking

I have often wondered (read: been annoyed by) people who talk to themselves. By this I do not mean the odd curse word spoken out loud or the occasional outburst of words (because seriously who hasn’t done that!). The type I am referring to talk to themselves the entire day! They talk to their computer, their stapler, while typing emails, to their lunch…. persistent, constant talking. Talky talk talk. All the time. I have wondered if these people just talk while someone is in the room so they can attract attention to themselves or if they talk out loud when the room is empty. Do they answer themselves? Is there other people in there? I once worked in an office where, in order to use the ladies room or leave the building you had to walk through a smaller inner office with three desks in it. One of the ladies in that area always seemed to be talking to her computer whenever one would pass through. It was all I could do to not cartoon pop back into that office after leaving just to see if she only talked to her computer when people passed through with the hopes that someone would stop, thinking they were talking to them. I just could not bring myself to do it, mostly because I thought it would be rude if someone asked me what the heck I was doing jumping around like a preschooler. How do you say I just wanted to see if Crazy Talker Lady only talks out loud when people pass through politely? What about the people who mumble something under their breath as you are walking out of the room and when you go back and say “Pardon Me?” they fumble about and say “Oh, nothing”. Oh nothing my hinney. You obviously had something to say you cowardly word slayer. Spill it. Wait, I have gone off. Whatever. Gives a whole new meaning to the overused saying “use your words”. In some cases I think it’s appropriate to frown first, words later. No?

Ever Heard That Saying...

Have you ever heard the saying: "There is one in every": (insert appropriate word here - like office, class, family, oh and TEAM)?  This is one of Murphy's most brutal laws.  Because its true in every case.  You know the story: everybody in said group gets along and is in perfect harmony with each other floating along having a good time then WHAPPO some inconsiderate, single minded, cranky person (insert appropriate curse word here to replace person) has to throw a wrench into things?  Sound familiar?  Like the crazy uncle who only shows up at Thanksgiving dinner, has to many glasses of wine and then starts telling made up family secrets to get eveyone mad at each other?  Or the bitch in the office who makes it her business to know everyone else's business?  Or the parent on a team who has to complain about every single thing?  Now where the hell is my clipboard?

Why oh why don't I take my own advice?

Ya, I have been missing in action.  Mostly because this lacrosse season is turning out to be a ton of work.  Guess what I have been doing?  No.  Can't figure it out?  Here's a hint: planning a freaking, stressful lacrosse road trip!  Yes you read that right.  I am subjecting myself to the pain and torture of yet another road trip.  A long one.  Far, far away.  Lots of driving.  Yippieee.  So looking forward to THAT (insert dripping sarcasm here).  I know I promised myself after the last road trip that this was the end of the Road Trip Fiasco's.  I even threatened our coach.  You might have figured out already that it did not work.  He is not afraid of me.  Hold the phone: just came up with a brilliant idea!  Maybe if I completely mis-manage and screw up all the planning for the road trip he won't want to do it again.   Hmmm, food for thought.

I am Canadian!

I think the picture says it all!

P.S. - no cats or beer were harmed in the taking of this photograph.