Truth on ice with Chinchillas

Interesting night really.  First we are Chinchilla sitting for a friend. I didn't know that rodents required this kind of affection.  I was also unaware that they had such keen insight into indifference.  Because when I went to get this little "future pair of hand-warmers" out of the cage it bristled and hissed at me.  This cute little ball of fuzz was all huffy and was trying to bite me.  I felt like I had the bad role in "Rikii Tikii Tavi.   My daugther called me a chicken.  A chicken.  Which is ridiculous, because I was really acting more like a @#ssy, a word my daughter better not call me.  Finally I managed to subdue the would be "ear-muffs"  and everyone got to pet it. 

So I'm drifting off to what at best I can call bed, when my phone rings, and I figure its work calling.  Its not.  A local hockey needs a sub goalie and the game already started.  So I dash into my garage, throw the gear in the van and I'm off.  By the time I am in gear, it is the 2nd period and our team is ahead 4-2, bear in mind without a goalie.  So this is really looking good for my ego.  If they can do this without me, well, Katie-bar-the-door.... Not so much.  At 5 to 2 I was pretty happy.  I could even live with 5-3.  However, in the third period, when it was 6-4, I began to feel awkward.  Kinda Really awkward.  7-4, I was ok again.  Seven to five with a couple of minutes, I figured I could hold on. 

Now, when the called timeout with a minute six on the clock because the score was seven t six.  I was not happy.  I saw the potential for being the guy who goes into a game with a team that has no, goalie and a two goal lead, only to have my ass kicked by a chinchilla, and a C league hockey time all in the same night. 

We won.  We held on and won.  My ego remains intact, though bruised.  I will ice up some sore parts.  Rest a little, then later, I am going to by a small fire-arm, and get my wife some Really Comfortable expensive Mittens. 

My pocket pair of Dueces

There are just some days when the hail stones are bigger.  Days when you know its coming, and you can't stop it.  You just kinda-sit there, like a monkey in the rain.  Strangely apathetic to the chill.  That's how I'm rollin today.  I can hear a very large train, and frankly, I don't see no tracks.  Smacks of a bummer.  Who knows though.  Life is interesting at best.  Searingly painful at worst..... So I guess we'll just play the cards we have and see what happens.  I can't lie though.... I'm not feelin really good about my pocket pair of dueces.

mopeds? Really?

You know after your first moped accident goes horrifically wrong, as much as I admire the human spirit to get back up and ride again.  Free with your moped brothers, hair, or combover blowing in the wind.... Nope.  Just doesn't work for me.  If you have been seriously injured on a moped.  WALK.  DO NOT RUN.  Really DON'T RUN.  It is obvious to me that transportation is not your thing.  This individual was showing me crap that Evil Kneivel didn't break, and well....

When your family says, "We're glad its broke (moped) so now maybe he won't get hurt"  Ouch.  Sad.  Forgive me if I don't rush out and try to secure the movie rights to free wheeling tale of mischief and low speed chases, with high curb crashes. 

Somewhere there should be one of those spoof motivational posters that says something funnier than I can imagine, and involves a moped, an oversized person in undersized spandex, and maybe if we're lucky.  A prison tattoo.  Now, hows that for an "In search of Ad" Take that Mr.  Lonely Hearts. 

Question of the day?

If Murphy got into a fight with Karma, who would win?

Not really feeling Froggy

So I just decided to restore my blog for whatever reason.  To validate whatever insecurities I have.  To continue to shout "I'm Important"  said the speck to the Universe (Calvin & Hobbes). 

I would say this.  Another quote I saw somewhere and have previously used. 
     Aunt EM:
      Hate you.  Hate Kansas
                Taking the dog.