the bruins warming the cockles of my heart

By christa 3 February, 2006 random

I am giddy with delight over the Bruins. After a rocky and embarrassing start, they’ve managed to pick up the pieces and are now in legitimate contention for a playoff spot. It’s been an admirable turnaround and I am sick with happiness. Every night they play, they get better. It’s a beautiful thing.

It isn’t like they’re an unstoppable machine, a stellar powerhouse that can’t be denied. Not at all. They just finally found some chemistry, the right players are clicking and everyone is playing solid, basic hockey, on both ends of the ice. The fundamentals, my friends.

I don’t know, I was clamoring for some coaching changes a few weeks ago, when they were in such a deep hole, but look what happens when you trade your top player and find your top two goalies out with injuries. In comes the backup to the backup and he gives the Bruins the chance to win every single game. The team has confidence in their goalie (hear that Raycroft?), so now they’re coming out every night in front of this guy and winning the big games. Mike Sullivan (the coach) kept preaching to them “keep it simple guys” and that’s exactly what they’re doing now. So I guess I’m glad they didn’t abandon Sullivan.

Of course, this being Boston and in particular the Bruins, I am just waiting for the fall, for the collapse. You can’t live in the Boston sports world without being on the edge of your seat. But I trust the goalie, I finally have some trust in the defense and as far as goal scoring? Well, look no further than the future of this team, Patrice Bergeron and Brad Boyes. These two kids are on fire. FIRE ON ICE! haha. Also, the guy they got in the Thornton trade, Marco Sturm? Not only is he foxy, but he’s scoring goals and the crowd loves him. When the B’s are at home and Sturm scores a goal, he jumps against the glass and screams with the crowd. I love it!

Forget Thornton. Bergeron has the best hockey hands I’ve seen. Talk about soft. Talk about deft. talk about sexy. oh boy. I’m dreaming of him nightly, let me tell you. Even someone who doesn’t care much about hockey couldn’t watch the highlights without feeling a smidgen of excitement. Last night Bergeron scored one of the best goals of the year. Gorgeous, I’m telling you. Check it out yourself. And if that doesn’t get your motors revving then I must conclude that you are made of granite.

Seriously, I am not kidding when I say that watching hockey is a turn on. Really, how stupid is that? No wonder I have sexual issues. But it’s true. A good save, a pretty goal, swift skating, nice passes…they get me tingly. Not that I actually want to have sex after watching hockey, but it’s a nice feeling during the game.

anyway, all I’m saying here is you should be watching the Bruins right now. That’s all I’m saying.

photo mish-mash

By christa 31 January, 2006 ry pics

this is my new haircut. I like it. it’s pointy and flippy and fun, wheee!
the whores in my head.

I’ve found that when taking pictures of myself, I look much better when the flash washes out my features and makes me blurry. I wish I could transfer that effect into my actual face.

You know something else? When I got my haircut, I told the girl that I wanted about 3-4 inches off, which seemed like a lot of inches to me, but it’s what I wanted, right? And then I demonstrated where I wanted it to fall, at my shoulders. She looks at me like I’m simple and says “Um, you know sweetie that isn’t 4 inches. That’s more like 8.” And she was right. I had a lot of frigging hair. You never realize how long your hair is until it’s on the floor, in all its dead, unattached glory.

Now, to make this post interesting and worthwhile, here are a few photos of the boy I happened to stumble on to a few mintues ago. The first three are from earlier this month, and the rest are from late November last year.

RG loves to climb and stand on anything remotely dangerous. Sure he’ll get hurt if he falls, but as my dad would say, “that’ll learn him.”
king of the high chair mountain

He apparently also loves to read books while sitting atop a mound of toys inside his toy box. (hee. I said mound and box in the same sentence.)
toy box boy

This sporty little picture was obviously taken before his haircut. Quite fetching, I think, long hair and all.
headband ry

I love how small he looks in this picture. Such a big field, such a little boy.
big field, little boy

Not quite sure what he’s trying to say, but he’s not shy about saying it.
big voice little boy

I love this picture. I don’t know why exactly, but it makes me feel very happy inside, and this strange sort of pleasurable sadness.
I used to be a little a boy.

We were playing a little game where he’d put a leaf in his mouth and I’d reach out and brush it away and say “yucky! don’t eat that!” and he’d laugh and then do it again. I have a little video of this that I’m planning on showing soon. vCute.
yucky!

Finally, here is a picture from Thanksgiving. These are RG’s cousins. From his father’s side of the family. obviously.
cousins from paternal side.

good email subject lines.

By christa 30 January, 2006 random

you know you’re gonna be reading some good email when you get subject lines like this (all non-spam of course):
juicy confessional
madrid! madrid!
sexy, sexy, sexy!!!
friendly vs flirting
up to 60% off winter styles

My friend celeste used to write the best subject lines in the world, they were great. I should have written them all down and saved them. Another guy I knew wrote truly perfect subject lines, and he had the name matsumo for his email alias, which is really just too cool for words.

I think writing great subject lines is a lost art form. Or a not-yet-found art form. Either way, if you can write a good subject line, you should be proud. Feel free to post any good subjects you’ve heard/written in the comment section. I’d like to hear them. and steal them. thanks!

oh old posts, I love ya…

By christa 30 January, 2006 random

So right after I posted my last post, I decided to click on the archives links and went all the way back to the year 2003, Jan, just to see what sort of loafe happenings were happening.

January 28th is a lot of fun, both in post and comments.

Actually, all of the comments in Jan of 2003 are funny. They made me laugh. Schmatrick never shows his ugly mug around here and hardly ever do my buddies at sea of humanity, which is fine I guess because I’ve gotten so frigging dull, but they were fun to have around. It was dear old Morgan’s posts that made me laugh particularly hard though, because they are very funny. good old crazy morgan and his 50 ft. headphone cord.

Also, just thought I’d let you know it was right around this time two years ago that I was finding out about the delicious bacon in my belly.