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Over the weekend, I went to Texas to visit my dad&#146s family. It was a lot of fun, I got to see people I haven&#146t seen in years and ate a lot of good Mexican food (real homemade Mexican food) and heard some great stories about my dad and grandparents. My dad grew up very poor, which I already knew, but hearing the stories made it seem even more real. Sometimes it is hard to imagine your parents with real lives and histories and childhoods. My folks have always just been Mom and Dad to me, not Ann or Henry, not separate people who did things and had friends and lived lives before I came along (or my sisters). But that is as much my parents fault as it is mine, because they never talk about themselves or tell us things about when they were kids. Other than yelling at us when we did wrong things, they weren&#146t very communicative, especially when my sisters and I were growing up.

Anyway. It was a good time.

I am starting to get very worried about finding a job. Then again, I haven&#146t actually APPLIED to any jobs, but I am still worried. Money issues are my biggest stress right now, like most people. That and the labor talks in hockey. and the presidential election in November.

I devoured book 6 in the Dark Tower series (for those of you unfamiliar with the Dark Tower series, SHAME ON YOU). Now I gotta wait until September for the last book and how the hell am I supposed to read the last book of the greatest series with a baby crying and wanting my attention?!

Hockey as we know it is over.

Let the mourning begin.

I blame everything on Gary Bettman, the worse commissioner in the history of the entire universe.

Here is what bothers me about the looming lockout. I think both sides, the players and the owners, have valid points. But the people who pay the most, who suffer the most, are the fans. And without the fans, there wouldn&#146t be an NHL. If it weren&#146t for us watching the games and going to the rinks and buying the merchandise, there would be no disagreements or CBAs or salary caps or anything at all. So with both sides threatening no hockey season next year and analysts saying that the NHL couldn&#146t survive such a lockout, it makes me sick that there has to be even such issues. The fans make hockey what it is and I am sick of all the greedy bastards keeping us from enjoying it.

ANYWAY.

I was thinking about how I feel now that I am back in Tucson, and I am not very thrilled with it. I like being around my friends, but my parents are driving me nuts already, I am worried about getting a job and I am hoping I didn&#146t make the wrong decision by coming back. Then I think about it a little more and I would probably be just as unhappy in Boston. Once I get out of my parents house and into my own place with all my stuff comfortably surrounding me, I am sure my outlook, disposition and constitution will all improve drastically.

This is my only hope.

it is very hard to believe that either the Flames or the Lightning will have their names inscribed on the Stanley Cup this week. Who would have thought one of these teams would be champs at the end of the season?

Clearly, it is of utmost importance that tampa stupid bay does not win.

No Florida team should ever have possession of the cup. their names on it would be sacrilege. no argument. end of story. period. fin. The Flames have won before and if they fail to win this year, my faith in hockey will be smashed.

I hope you are all watching the finals, because these could quite possibly be the last professional hockey games we can watch for a long long time.

Also, screw tampa bay. SCREW TAMPA BAY.

I guess moving to Tucson in the summer, when I&#146m almost 6 months pregnant, wasn’t wasn&#146t one of my better ideas.

oh well what can you do.

I say &#147screw tucson, screw summer, screw babies, screw it all.&#148

I am too hot and fat and grumpy to talk much right now.