Game Seven!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
We’ve got to score — and that means the Twins need to kick it up a notch, and Naslund needs to play like a C, not a D.
I’m practically VIBRATING, I’m so excited.
(And Dad, if you leave a naysayer comment here, it won’t make it through.)
GO CANUCKS!!
1. In need of a dentist.
2. A VANCOUVER CANUCKS FAN.
3. Sharp-tempered.
4. An insomniac.
5. Shy.
6. A spontaneous dancer.
7. One to fall hard.
8. An asker of questions.
9. Overconnected to my laptop.
10. Confused about what to do next.
11. Prone to overthinking.
12. The weirdest combination of confrontational and avoiding.
13. Fiercely proud of my family and friends.
14. Obsessive about laundry.
15. Ironic.
16. One who sings along.
17. Easily distracted during Scrabble.
18. Good in a crisis.
19. Uninterested in drama.
20. Ready.
1. Unfailingly logical.
2. Completely even-tempered.
3. Interested in changing my hair colour.
4. A buyer of lottery tickets.
5. A technically-sound writer.
6. A basketball fan.
7. A hugely organized person
8. Totally at peace.
9. In fighting shape.
10. Patient.
11. Interested in a fling.
12. Anyone’s mother.
13. Intending to reduce my coffee consumption.
14. A picky eater.
15. Cool with bees.
16. A registered member of a political party.
17. Good at planning ahead.
18. Good at returning calls.
19. Afraid of making a spectacle of myself.
20. In possession of enough pants.
Wow! Look what I got from the lovely and brilliant Monty and the equally awesome Barbie! It’s the Thinking Blogger Award!
You guys are the best. And yes, I know I am formatting this all wrong, but it’s early and Game Seven is tonight, so I’m a bit of a flake. Which, now that I think of it, is nothing new…
First off, Barbie: Thank you so much for writing so honestly about your life and sharing all your joys and struggles and opinions and loves (and pictures of Moo.) I love how much we have in common (ugh, the health issues!), and most of all, that we share a common disease that NO one really recovers from: HOCKEY! Woo! You’re a great girl.
Monty: You probably make me think more than ANY other blogger I know, mostly because you are a beautiful and true writer and a deep (and gritty and real) ponderer, and partly because we have the best (and sometimes most fiery!) conversations via email. You are a kickass parent and a wickedly funny woman. You have also been there for me whenever I needed it, and that has been a blessing. I love what you do, and you do it brilliantly — so keep doing it! And I love that we can disagree and still find acres of common ground in the end.
It’s my job at this point, from what I understand, to nominate five more people for this award. Which is easy to do. Because I know a lot of thinky people.
Now, since I can’t nominate these women again, and since I only get five…
1. I love how Wood and Dutch write over at Sweet Juniper. They’ve made me laugh until I was crying, and then… well… cry because I was crying. Dutch’s parodies are brilliant beyond brilliant, their playlists have pointed me in the direction of some excellent tunes, and their site and product recommendations are always spot on. But I love to read MOST about their relationship and way they navigate the tricky waters of parenting. And their little girl, Juniper? Gorgeous.
2. Dick is one of my old buddies from the Salon days. His blog covers everything from the personal to the political to the poetic, and flows so beautifully that you never notice the stitches joining his thoughts. He’s also a musician, and heaven knows I cannot help crushing on “band boys.” His kids are also unbelievably sweet.
3. Liz is one of my most forever-y readers, and the kind of writer I aspire to be someday. She just has a way of saying things that is so absolutely and totally RIGHT. I love hearing about what she’s thinking, what’s she’s feeling, what she’s up to, and what she’s passionate about. Plus, she’s in Sweden, which makes everything more fun, especially town names and food names. I also love her amazing photos. Well done, girl.
4. I really should NOT give Eric this award. Not because he doesn’t make me think, and not because he’s not a fabulous writer and an amazing friend. No, he just SUCKS at updating his blog. Mind you, he used to be really good at it, and we’d all spend tons of time there trying to follow the quirky trajectory of his thoughts. But now? Now he wears Waldo shirts and claims to be too busy lighting stuff to write. Go there anyway, and read his archives. I’m sure he’ll get off his ass soon.
5. It wouldn’t be right not to nominate my original blog fairy godfather, Chuck. He is a terrifically gifted writer who thinks deeply and then pours that depth onto the page without being maudlin or saccharine. He also encourages me in my own work more than almost anyone I know (and that’s hard to do… I know pretty encouraging people!) I love that he’s always coming up with weird projects for us to write together — projects we never actually end up doing. But they always sound fun.
Honestly, I could give you twenty more. But a good way to figure out who makes me think is to click “Sweet Reads” up there and see what you find.
Big love to Monty and Barbie! I’m honoured.
1. It only takes seven dates to figure out whether or not it works.
2. Everyone is pretty up front about scoring being the objective.
3. If he denies saying something stupid, you always have video replay.
4. No heels required.
5. If you get confused, you can turn to your coach for advice, instead of Cosmo.
6. Men wear actually wear uniforms to indicate which team they’re playing on…
7. Hand passes are permitted in the defensive zone.
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago, and now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song
Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love’s refrain.
From out car windows on all-night road trips…
From early morning walks to the pool to swim shivering laps…
From the backyard on a fireplace-scented fall evening…
From a wobbly canoe gliding along the coastline…
From a dew-soaked hill in late August, flat on my back…
It’s a good thing to look up at the stars and be reminded of how small you are.
How ARE you?
What are you DOING?
What’s going ON?
I had a friend that would ask these three questions in a frenzied tone every single time he saw me. And he didn’t really want answers. He just used the rapid fire interrogation as a long form of “Hi!”
But me? I WANT TO KNOW.
So…
1. What is your current mood?
2. What are you doing tonight? What do you WISH you were doing?
3. Are you wearing socks? If so, WHY?
4. Tell us three objects in your immediate vicinity.
5. If you could be ANYWHERE doing ANYTHING right this second, what would the plan be (Plan B!)?
6. What is the dominant thought in your head right now?
1. Pedicure! There should be some sort of sugar daddy out there who just enjoys financing foot care. Wait, no. I don’t really want to think about who that man would be. Eeek.
2. Smile back when people smile at you.
3. Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffee.
4. Know the value of public spontaneity. Dancing. Laughing. Cheering. Helping people. Chatting. Just be at ease in your world.
5. Don’t tell me my hockey team is going to lose. I’m not laughing. Dork.
1. Sit in a large group with all of your friends in front of me NOT watching the hockey game, and then STAND UP every ten seconds totally blocking my view of the action. Then, when the Canucks mess up, cheer. Because you think that’s all witty and “against the grain.” I’ll show you against the grain, boy.
2. Laugh at the old lady when she nearly takes a header on the bus. OH MY GOSH. EVIL.
3. Stand in line ahead of me at the coffee shop making highly original jokes like, “Gee, I wish the sizes came in English! What’s a GRANDEE? Hahaha… ” while thirty people with profound addiction issues lurk behind you, plotting your death.
4. Flick at my earring in the elevator because it makes a “neato noise.”
5. Send me an email asking me if I can remember the name of a song that was playing in a restaurant we were in two years ago when you had really good salmon. Because most people would just go, “You’re nuts. I have no idea.” BUT NOW I AM OBSESSING.
Thank you, Catherine, for a great night out, even if our team lost. Frick!
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the gift of Toby.
Thank you, Sean, for your goofy e-card love.
Thank you, Eric, for all the amazing music.
Thank you all my sweet bloggy friends, for sending excellent messages.
Thank you Facebookers, for marking up my wall with joy.
Thank you in advance to all my friends that will be there tonight.
And thank you, sweet office friends, for a perfect chocolate cake and the most gorgeous flowers ever.
Love you all. I’m blessed.
